New Horizons

by KGirls

Although Charlene has probably seen more fights than most female fitness competitors, she has been away from the scene for too long to feel overly confident to win this one. Even several months of intense training do not appear to make any difference. Admittedly, her muscles are as strong as ever, and she feels super fit, but will it be enough against a largely unknown competitor? In her past fights, she had always intensely studied her opponent’s record, expected moves and tactics, as well as possible weaknesses. But Amy is a rather strange card – no public knowledge of her ever participating in any fight at all. A few pictures of an athlete in great shape but probably taken years ago is all Charlene would have had for reference if she had not received a phone number of one of Amy’s old pals who she was able to reach on the phone:

“Amy Bates? Sure I know her, from high school many years ago. Pretty girl. No… beautiful girl. Lots of girls are pretty when they are young, but Amy was beautiful. And strong. Very strong. I must admit I was so into her when I was young, always admired her beauty, probably envied her for it. We used to hang out a lot together. She was a ton of fun to be with. Although… there was a certain aura of sadness about her that I was never able to figure out. Maybe it was because she did not have many friends other than me. In school she was a real head-turner, if you know what you mean. Most men adored her but would never dare to ask her out. Men generally don’t like strong women I guess. What a shame. And strong she was indeed, had always been the athletic type, excelled in about every type of sport in school, but later she got more serious about bodybuilding and put on some real muscle. Never lost an inch of her femininity, though. Her dedication, discipline, and knowledge were admirable when it came to fitness, but she did not do well at school otherwise. I don’t think it was because she lacked the brains, though. Rather her stupid ass boyfriend kept her away from school and talked her into doing these porn videos that soon became quite popular. Amy didn’t rake in any of the profits, though. She always had a knack for finding people who would take advantage of her. Once I agreed to doing a video with her, the lesbian type. I thought it would be a chance to be closer to her physically. I really enjoyed doing her, but she would not return the favor, faked it instead. I don’t blame her - she just wasn’t into women at all. Later I moved away from Florida to be able to forget her. Knowing that I would never be able to touch her heart was too much for me to bear I guess…”

“Wrestling? Amy never tried that, as far as I know. She wasn’t into any kind of combat sports. She was dead-serious about bodybuilding, though, following the whole program to the point – exercise regimen, impeccable diet, et cetera. If she started wrestling with the same vigor, she would probably be really good at it, but I don’t know how or what she is doing today. I hope she is OK. I really wish her all the best.”

As much as Charlene learned from this phone call, it did not help any trying to figure out what type of fight to expect. “Are you prepared for the unknown, even if it means pain, close physical contact and a possible sexual encounter?” is what she was asked. The answer to that question was not to be taken lightly, no matter how high the promised monetary reward was. Charlene is not in for the money. Curiosity is what drives her. In all her past fights, she had been exposed to close body contact, bruises, sweat, and, occasionally, unpleasant odors, and she had absorbed all of it without complaints or regrets, but possibly getting intimate with a woman is something completely new to her. As long as it is kept within certain limits, Charlene reasons, and basic standards of personal hygiene are met, her curiosity would always surpass any doubts or worries. After all, if anything goes awry, Charlene is free to interrupt the fight immediately. But how far would she go? Charlene is eager to find out, to venture into unchartered territory.

Amy swings her arms one last time as part of her warm-up routine in preparation for the fight. Every time she looks at her arms, she is simply amazed to see how her body has changed throughout the last several months. Years ago she had been in terrific shape, even competing successfully in state fitness pageants, and the training regimen she went through now reminds her of that. Her body fat must be even lower than during those past times, Amy reckons. Every vein on her biceps seems to pop out at the slightest movement. The heavy training paid off big time. But for what exactly? Sure, the money is excellent, and Amy thoroughly enjoyed getting back in shape again, but even though she had the best possible preparation, an impeccable diet with the help of a dedicated cook, and numerous sessions with various martial arts experts to bring her up to speed in those areas as well, being in a real fight for the very first time in her life creates worries. OK, Amy attempts to reassure herself, you know your opponent is Charlene Rink, a well-known figure, an ultra-tough fighter for sure, but also fair supposedly (and perhaps even kind if you are not currently being mangled by Charlene’s strong arms and legs). At least this is what she was able to distill from a conversation with one of Charlene’s past wrestling adversaries, Renee:

“I remember my fight against Charlene Rink very well. What an athlete! I probably had 20 pounds on her, back then when I was in the prime of my bodybuilding career. Charlene was not exactly small either, though. A true athlete, inside and out. Wide shoulders, evenly distributed muscularity, great abs. Plus, her stamina was incredible. It is hard to find someone as perfectly balanced as Charlene was in muscularity, agility, flexibility, and endurance. We fought a competitive match, not the scripted kind. Such types of matches are rare, even back then. We both gave everything we had, and even though I was substantially bigger than she was, I was not able to subdue her. Once I made her tap out three times in a row, but she came back with a vengeance, forcing me to submit three times. We fought really hard. I remember I once kicked her head with a foot accidentally, and about every other fighter would have forfeited the match, but not Charlene. She put on some ice, and five minutes later she would be ready to do battle again. What a tough chick! But super fair, too. She got me real bad once, causing a long scratch inadvertently. You know how these things can happen in the heat of a battle. When Charlene saw the damage, she stopped immediately and asked if I was OK, offering help. I never had any match like this one before or after. We made each other tap out countless times, and I don’t remember who won in the end. I guess it doesn’t matter. When the match was over, we were both wiped out and complimented each other wholeheartedly. She earned my deepest respect back then. I think she would have been my perfect girl, but unfortunately, she did not swing the way I did, if you know what I mean. What an athlete, phew! Did I say that already, haha?“

“Anything else I know about her? Charlene and I had a chance to talk after our match, and she told me about her failed marriage, her husband being in the military and never at home. The typical example of getting engaged too early right out of high school. I felt bad for her knowing that a girl like she is, physically and mentally strong, will have a hard time finding a suitable partner. I guess it would take a man with a lot of self-confidence, but I am not the expert.”

“If she is still active in the sport? A lot of time has passed since our match, and I don’t know the answer – probably not. I heard she’s got her own business now. I would guess she’s probably quite successful, as skilled and competitive as she is. Good for her.”

But that was years ago. What would Charlene’s shape and form be today? Admittedly, she was probably the fittest chick in America back then, but after all those years? Amy is not just in impeccable condition but was also trained by some of the best fighters. Confidence gets the upper hand in Amy’s head again. And the possibility of a sexual encounter? Amy has some experience in this playing field, but it was mostly fake when she did her videos years ago. The real deal is an area where Amy lacks any true experience. Bad smell and sweat have been companions in past sessions, however, and Charlene’s reputation is flawless. After all the time and effort that went into the preparations for this fight, Amy is more curious than worried to see how it will end eventually.

Charlene and Amy step into the ring. Their gowns do not allow a closer peek at their respective opponent’s condition yet, but both ladies are eager as hell to see what they will get into. They expected more people to be present – maybe a photographer, a cameraman, or some spectators – but the room is empty except for a rather smallish but well-dressed man who enters the ring and asks them to approach the center.

“Ladies, welcome. You are here for a freestyle fight without any rules or limitations, including sexual moves. You decide what this fight should look like. You could go for a quick win, for example by kicking your opponent in her most vulnerable parts (giggling), or you could make it more challenging, interesting, and possibly rewarding. You will be completely on your own during the fight. There will be no recording, I will not be here, and nobody will be watching. This fight is for you and for you only. After I have left, lock the door from the inside. You will decide when and how this confrontation ends and who wins. One final recommendation: If possible, do not try to discuss the conditions and rules of the fight among each other before you start. Follow your instincts. Are you ready?”

It takes Charlene a few seconds to digest this information. How should this fight start? Will Amy go for the quick win? Probably not. And if she does, so be it. It’s all in private anyway, so who cares? No, Amy has probably spent as much time and effort preparing for this match as she did. It would be a shame to waste it all. Amy surely is smart enough to see it, too. This match is meant as a gift, as a way to widen our horizons. What else could possibly be its purpose when nobody else will witness it? This conclusion makes Charlene glow internally. What a challenge! She would prefer to start slowly. Wrestling would be her first choice.

Amy’s thought process resembles Charlene’s. Being the less experienced of the two, she decides to follow Charlene’s lead on which fighting style to pick first.

Both fighters nod to signal their approval. Although Amy’s body is still concealed by her gown, Charlene immediately recognizes her facial beauty. Charlene’s face shows a lot of character, Amy reasons. Perhaps she would not call it beautiful in a traditional sense but certainly very attractive. Charlene’s wide shoulders are recognizable to Amy even underneath her garment.

The man asks the contenders to remove their gowns. Topless bodies emerge. “Wowzers!”, Charlene is struck not just by Amy’s beauty but also by her impeccable condition and the superb definition of her muscles. The pictures she had seen from years ago seem obsolete. Amy will be a tough opponent for sure, Charlene thinks. This shall be a great fight. Charlene always enjoys a challenge, and Amy clearly appears to present one.

Amy could not be any more surprised either. This is not the older fighter will lax muscles that she expected. When Charlene raises her hand to scratches her head for a second, her bulging bicep does not go unnoticed. Sheer power! Maybe Charlene is not quite as defined as Amy, but look at the size of her muscles! And her abs! For a second, Amy feels slightly intimidated, but then she reminds herself of all the hard training she underwent, and confidence returns.

“Are you ready to get destroyed?”, Charlene says with the confidence of a fighter who has just won several matches in a row, although an ever so slight, intentional smile on her face would have allowed Amy to see that she did not quite mean it that way – if Amy had cared to look at Charlene’s face. Amy does not pay any attention to the content of Charlene’s message anyway, though, as she is too distracted by the timbre of Charlene’s voice. Its apparent kindness seems to contradict the information it conveys.

“Ready to beat you, if that’s what you mean”, Amy replies with an ever so slight shakiness that does not go unnoticed by Charlene. “We will see about that”, Charlene retorts unfazed.

“I will leave now”, the man announces politely. “Good luck!”

Charlene follows the man to the door, locks it, and returns to the ring. Both ladies start to dance around each other, waiting for their respective opponent to make the first move. It is Charlene who attacks first, trying to drive Amy to the ground. Amy reacts quickly and to Charlene’s and her own surprise, counteracts the move and puts Charlene in a reverse body scissors instead. Amy sees how her body appears to have been acting automatically, as if her intense training has caused her synapses to have their own life. Charlene is squeezed hard between Amy’s powerful legs. Unable to move at first, Charlene feels the air being pressed out of her lungs, and the pain becomes intense enough to cause her to moan. Amy squeezes with all her might and expects Charlene to tap out at any moment. With all her willpower, Charlene absorbs the pain and skillfully moves her arm behind her head to wrap it around one of Amy’s feet. By twisting her upper body, Charlene breaks Amy’s powerful hold. Both fighters rise. Charlene can still feel the pain in her midsection, but she tries to concentrate on the fight again. Amy is a tough opponent, Charlene thinks. This will be an interesting match. Amy is surprised by her successful start. ‘I got her!’, she glows inside. ‘I can beat this powerful girl!’

The ladies start their dance again. This time Amy attacks first. She catches Charlene off-guard who is still trying to recover from the damage she just suffered. Charlene is driven to the ground and put in an arm bar that soon becomes very painful. A violent scream escapes Charlene’s mouth. For a fraction of a second, Amy reduces the pressure. This is her first real fight. In ordinary life, Charlene’s cry of pain would have been plenty of reason to immediately stop the action. It takes Amy an active intervention in her brain to ignore her instinct and to continue tearing at Charlene’s aching arm. ‘This is a fight’, Amy tries to reassure herself, ‘your goal is to win. Causing pain is part of it.’ Shortly after, Charlene taps out. She feels forced to stay on the ground for a few seconds after the lock has been released. What a quick and powerful move! Charlene checks her shoulder. It hurts, but she will be able to continue.

“Well done, Amy, I give you that. This will be your last successful move, though, mark my words.”

“Not so sure Charlene. It seems you have lost your fighting skills after all those years.”

“Overconfidence comes before the fall, Amy.”

‘Get your act together, Charlene! Concentrate!’ Charlene tries to regroup within her head. She suppresses the pain in her body and reminds herself of the many fights she has been in in the past and the countless times she has won against much stronger opponents. Amy is very skillful, and the confidence gained in the first minutes speaks for her, but this fight is not over yet.

‘You can win this, Amy! No, you will win this!’ Amy’s head is spinning with drive and joy. Powerful Charlene will be subdued by Amy’s skills and strength.

Charlene does not wait for Amy to start her next attack. She takes the initiative and invites Amy to a test of strength. Overconfident Amy accepts and finds herself on the receiving end. Amy quickly realizes that she was foolish enough to let her get overpowered by Charlene’s superior muscularity. Amy is driven to the ground and forced into a headlock that slowly drains her of her strength. Unable to break the hold, Amy taps out.

Amy is mentally pruned to a more realistic version of herself. Yes, she is strong, and yes, she caught Charlene off-guard and caused some damage, but Charlene is not to be taken lightly. It will be hard to match Charlene’s superior strength is she wants to win this match.

Amy starts more carefully this time and concentrates on using the skills that she had been taught during all her training. Something appears to have switched within Charlene’s brain, however. To Amy it feels as if all the past matches that Charlene has won and all the moves that she has learned have come back and are thrown at Amy mercilessly. No matter what Amy tries, it is always either foreseen or swiftly counteracted by Charlene. Neither of the two fighters can keep the upper hand for long, and the battle swings back and forth without a clear advantage on either side.

Both Amy and Charlene are warmed up well now and have gained sufficient knowledge about each other’s wrestling skills. The experience so far has been enough to convince each of them that they are facing a formidable foe. The longer the battle continues, however, the more Charlene’s superior experience appears to take prevalence over Amy’s excellent preparation. Amy knows that, if the fight continues this way, she may be destined to lose.

It is one of these creative moves exhibited by Charlene that puts Amy in a headlock and that, as opposed to previous headlocks applied by both contenders, Amy finds herself unable to break. Charlene’s iron grip is relentless, making Amy’s head feel like being stuck in a vice. Amy knows she will have to tap out soon if she does not raise this fight to another level. She had tried to avoid it, but there is no way out. The adrenalin in her bloodstream takes control, and in one powerful outburst, she throws her right elbow into Charlene’s tensed ab muscles. Charlene’s entire body appears to get kicked in the air by about an inch. She recognizes the impact but does not feel any pain yet, keeping full control of the headlock. The second kick into exactly the same spot is met by a sharp signal of pain in Charlene’s brain, but it takes a third one to break the hold. It is only now, in a standing position, that Charlene realizes the full extent of the damage, and instinctively she puts her flat hand on the section of her belly that was forced to absorb the attack. An agonized expression on her face leaves no doubt in Amy’s brain that the damage is real and that a window of opportunity has opened itself. Without losing a second, she pushes Charlene into a corner of the ring and starts throwing fists into her opponent’s belly. Charlene is taken by surprise and, fazed by the agonizing blitzes of pain in her head, is unable to defend herself. As if trapped in a state of frenzy, Amy throws fist after fist into Charlene relentlessly - right, then left, then right again. Charlene’s powerful abs are able to absorb the first dozen or so of Amy’s jabs without caving in, but the longer the barrage continues, the softer Charlene’s tissue becomes. Punch after punch reaches deeper and deeper regions of Charlene’s highly abused belly. In one last desperate move, she throws herself forward and gets Amy caught in a clinch, firmly holding Amy’s upper body with both of her hands. Breathing heavily, Charlene tries to recover temporarily from the onslaught, frantically trying to regain control. Since the clinching leaves no more possibilities of attack for Amy, she pushes Charlene away from her.

Amy knows that she has just opened a new chapter in this fight. She sees Charlene’s deeply distorted face and realizes the tremendous amounts of pain that she just caused. Fright takes control of her brain. What is she getting herself into? Will Charlene give her a taste of her own medicine now? Will Charlene even be able to continue to fight? Was it a fair move? Amy’s mirror neurons are firing incessantly as she watches Charlene bend down her upper body in an attempt to give her some relief. ‘I have gone too far.’ ‘No, the rules allow it.’ ‘There are no rules, remember.’ Dammit, Amy’s brain gets stuck in an endless loop.

“Are you OK?”, Amy finally asks feebly. Charlene strengthens herself up and, to Amy’s relief, does not show an expression of pain on her face any more.

“I am, no worries. You punch really hard, you know, but I’m OK. Give me another second.”

“Sure, take all the time you need.” Amy can see a cut on the left side of Charlene’s abs now. Blood trickles down from it along an inch-wide section.

“You are bleeding. Do you need this taken care of?”

Charlene looks down on the wound, checks it size and depth.

“No, this is minor. Let’s continue.”

Amy tries to sort out if she is more relieved about Charlene’s remark or worried about the expected retaliation. ‘I am not that kind of fighter. I am not a boxer. What was I thinking? Wrestling is OK, but causing real pain? Now I will get what I deserve.’

Charlene looks into Amy’s face with its sorrowful expression and immediately knows how to read her opponent’s mind. She had wanted to beat the hell out of her foe just seconds ago, but now she discards all these thoughts. ‘She’s probably a rookie on the mat. She got carried away. Don’t allow the same to happen to yourself, Charlene.’

Charlene raises her hands to signal her readiness to resume fighting. Amy follows suit, slowly, quite unsure what to expect. Charlene can clearly see Amy’s uneasiness. She knows she must take control of the fight again, or Amy would be too scared to continue. Charlene wants to go on, after all. This concept of a fighting style is so appealing to Charlene, the uncertainty of where it may lead ultimately exactly matching Charlene’s curiosity. ‘Let’s see where this will go. I know Amy will not punch me again in this fight’.

Just raising her hands was enough of a move to elicit more pain from Charlene’s beaten mid-section, however. She knows her capacity to fight will be limited from this point on. She needs to bring the action down to the floor and use her vast repertoire of wrestling moves to subdue her foe. Charlene drops to her knees, inviting Amy to follow her lead. Arms get wrapped around heads and shoulders, and the fight resumes. Charlene tries to ignore the intense pain in her abs as much as she can. Within a minute, she is completely absorbed in the fight again and eager to show Amy what she is still able to accomplish on the wrestling mat. Amy, hesitant and defensive at first, regains her composure fast, and soon both ladies are entangled in intense wrestling again, their athletic bodies rubbing on each other as they attempt to gain control. Both fighters sweat profusely now, making it harder to get a hold of each other. Amy finds her nose unintentionally buried inside one of Charlene’s armpits at one time, and Charlene’s pheromones are driven deeply into Amy’s nostrils. The odor lingers in Amy’s nose, and to her surprise, it does not cause her any discomfort. Instead, an ever so slight state of arousal appears to linger that, for the moment, is suppressed by the adrenalin of the more and more intense fight the ladies find themselves in. Body contact gets closer and closer every minute, and instead of fighting in a standing position, Amy and Charlene appear to be rolling around on the mat rather than trying to attack each other. Amy’s sweat is all over Charlene’s face now, too, permeating into her nose and occasionally dripping into her mouth. Even Charlene cannot remember any fight of the past where bodily contact had been more intense than this.

Despite Charlene’s impairment of her abs, Amy’s body has become weaker and weaker, and she does not see Charlene suffering the same fate. All she is able to observe are Charlene’s bulging muscles every time she finds herself get trapped in a hold from which she is unable to escape. Tired and feeling more and more pain, Amy seeks a way out in her mind but cannot find one. Charlene is quite the opponent – powerful and confident, skillful and with immense endurance. Yet her voice radiates kindness as if there are two souls living within this incredible body. The mixing of these two seemingly contradictory realities confuses and attracts Amy in ways previously unknown to her.

As if Amy wanted to succumb to her fate, she allows herself to be put on her back flat on the ground, and Charlene seizes the opportunity to apply a powerful grapevine. Amy’s legs are stretched, and she starts feeling intense pain. With an opened mouth and an expression of distress on her face, Amy awaits more pain and the obvious urge to tap out. Charlene sees Amy’s pain and, as if giving in to an unknown force, eases the pressure. The match has been going on for quite some time now, and Charlene clearly has the upper hand. How long does she want to continue forcing more submissions out of Amy? Will Amy forfeit the match? Does Charlene want her to reach a state where Amy will be forced to?

The agonized expression on Amy’s face turns to neutral. Her eyes open wide, and she looks up into Charlene’s face. Why did Charlene stop? Is something wrong? Obviously not. The very state these two formidable fighters find themselves in now is not by chance – Charlene on top and Amy at the bottom. Both know that they have reached a point of no return. Charlene’s applied grapevine is not just a hold – it is a statement. I am on top, and I can force a submission out of you any time I want. I can make you scream if I want to. I can make you feel intense pain. Charlene clearly enjoys her superior position for a while, her eyes still narrowed to a slit, her body tensed with every muscle showing its power. Looking into Amy’s deeply green eyes changes her state of mind very rapidly. All of a sudden, Charlene recognizes Amy’s exceptional beauty again. All the delicate features of this charming face, the perfectly proportioned, perfectly toned and tanned body! No doubt Amy would still turn everyone’s head wherever she appeared. The only feature betraying her true age are small wrinkles in the corners of her eyes.

As Amy sees Charlene’s eye widen and look at her, she becomes more relaxed. A drop of sweat drips from the tip of Charlene’s nose into Amy’s mouth. As if following a hidden impulse, Amy swallows it. Yes, the fighting is over she is convinced, but what now? ‘You got me, Charlene! You won. You are the superior fighter, no doubt. You radiate strength and power, but somehow I see kindness in you at this very moment. You taught me a lesson. I owe you. I want you.‘ Amy’s thoughts make their way into Charlene’s brain to some extent, which causes her confusion. Charlene releases the lock and helps Amy back on her feet. Amy notices how gently Charlene touches her in order not to cause her any pain. Charlene knows well enough that Amy must be hurting from all the squeezes and holds, regardless of her own condition. Both ladies face each other standing now, and neither of them speaks a word.

Charlene still tries to sort out the various thoughts in her brain. The fact that she has won the match has the least priority now. Trying to read Amy’s intentions is what she focuses on in this moment. She can clearly feel Amy being attracted to her, and this emotion coming from a woman with whom she has just shared intense physical contact is completely new to her. Amy’s bodily scent has become clearly recognizable in Charlene’s nostrils, and it is a truly pleasant one. As if Amy’s facial beauty rubs off at her odor!

Amy has stopped thinking at the very moment when she was lying trapped underneath Charlene’s muscular body. The physical feeling of attraction that has been subdued by all the adrenalin in her blood stream now surfaces again and slowly takes control. Amy deeply looks into Charlene’s eyes and slowly starts to move her head in her direction. Charlene stays put as if to signal approval, and Amy’s lips touch Charlene’s. Charlene is immediately amazed by the softness of Amy’s lips and her gentle movements. Within seconds Amy’s arms are wrapped around Charlene’s powerful upper body, and both ladies are kissing each other passionately. Charlene does not even recognize how her hands are now entangled around Amy’s head, too. Amy’s scent becomes more prominent every second, and Charlene allows herself to be immersed in a feeling she has never experienced before.

It is Amy who, ever so slowly, moves her lips away from Charlene and starts moving downward. Stopping at Charlene’s breasts, she grabs one of Charlene’s unusually large yet perfectly shaped nipples and alternately sucks and squeezes them carefully with her teeth. The action clearly arouses Charlene more than Amy would ever have dared to hope. Charlene’s brain feels foggy from the all the sensations. She knows her nipples to be sensitive, but they have never been treated so delicately and skillfully before. Charlene leans back her head and lets all the joyful feelings enter her brain as they come, not paying any attention to what Amy is doing in particular. After a few minutes, Amy detects from Charlene’s moans that she might be getting closer to orgasm. Amy is not done yet, however. She feels ultimately hot for Charlene now. Pleasing her to the ultimate extreme is Amy’s goal, and by sniffing in large doses of Charlene’s sweat, she tries to reinforce her own feelings. Amy decides to go further south even, no matter how much unchartered territory she will encounter. She reaches down with her hands and removes Charlene’s thongs. Without looking at her target, she moves her head lower and lower, noticing the increasing intensity of Charlene’s scent. After an hour of intense fighting, Amy expects an olfactorily powerful encounter. A carefully trimmed but nevertheless thick bush marks the entry point to Charlene’s most lustful and vulnerable body part. Amy opens her eyes for the first time to survey where to move next. Charlene’s thick but beautifully shaped labia wrap around a clearly visible, larger than average clitoris. Drips of vaginal fluid visibly flow out of Charlene vagina, slowly flowing towards her thighs and clearly marking her elevated state of arousal. Amy feels ultimately excited and anxious at the same time. The odor is intense, yet, to Amy’s surprise, not unpleasant. Amy puts her thumb on the area above Charlene’s clitoris and applies a small amount of pressure to expose the center of lust even more. Sticking out as if wishing to be touched, Charlene’s clitoris is carefully wrapped by Amy’s lips, and Amy starts sucking and moving it around her mouth. Charlene emits another powerful moan, and her body starts shaking violently. For a moment Amy has a hard time staying in contact with Charlene’s clitoris, but the increasing size of the now ultimately aroused organ allows her to continue caressing it with vigor. Amy feels more vaginal fluids being stripped off and onto her own chin now, slowly running down towards her breasts. Charlene is overwhelmed by her feelings. Being touched like this by a beautiful woman and in such a skillful way is new and overpowering to her. With a violent convulsion of her body, Charlene explodes into an orgasm. Amy feels Charlene’s vulva contracting back and forth, the second movement expelling a small gush of milky liquid that partially finds its way into Amy’s mouth. Amy holds on to Charlene’s clitoris while slowly decreasing the pressure such that the orgasm is extended as long as possible without causing too much pain. After what seems an endless series of convulsions, Charlene’s body finally comes to rest. Amy slowly releases Charlene’s highly sensitive and red clitoris. She can taste Charlene’s fluids in her mouth and feels them flowing down her upper body. Without thinking and as if it were the most natural thing to do, Amy swallows the contents of her mouth and allows herself to taste them consciously. It is her own state of excitation that makes this a pleasant experience. She has given Charlene the ultimate gift – an orgasm as powerful as she has never seen before. She has swallowed her opponent’s juices as if to incorporate their strength. With a feeling of utter satisfaction, Amy rises as Charlene slowly lowers her head until their eyes finally meet again.

“You have sensitive nipples, don’t you?” It takes Charlene a few seconds to absorb Amy’s words.

“Yes, very few people know this…” Charlene is surprised by her own openness. She looks deeply into Amy’s eyes with an expression of utter relaxation on her face.

Amy takes Charlene’s hands and slowly guides her to the floor, taking care not to move such that Charlene’s badly abused abs would cause her any more discomfort. Without a need for words, Charlene allows herself to be put flat on her back while Amy, after quickly having removed her own thongs, mounts her, thus exposing her own pussy to Charlene’s watchful eyes. Charlene is unsure what to expect, yet the experience from minutes ago convinces her that, whatever Amy’s intentions are, they will very likely be benevolent. Amy’s odors from her vulva find their way into Charlene’s nostrils as Amy’s body moves closer to her. Although Charlene has just experienced an orgasm, she is still highly aroused and now very hot for Amy. The beauty of her face, the impeccable condition of her body, the strength she radiates. Let her be the guide now to her own happiness.

Amy slowly lowers her crotch onto one of Charlene’s breasts. With one of her thumbs, she pushes out her clitoris and guides it towards Charlene’s nipple. Charlene watches in awe, looking at Amy’s cleanly shaved pussy with its small but beautifully shaped labia and its perfectly matching clitoris. Amy’s exceptional face seems to be reflected by the beauty of her private parts. Even her breasts appear to be matching, both in size and shape, with their perfectly round and shaped nipples and areola. When Amy’s clitoris finally touches Charlene’s nipple, the warm, moist, and cozy feeling immediately extracts a cry of arousal from both women. Amy starts to gyrate her body carefully, and the excitement becomes clearly visible on both faces. ‘What is this woman doing with me?’, Charlene thinks in her head. The thought is quickly pushed away by another wave of intense sensations within Charlene’s brain. Amy clearly enjoys the action, too. The large nipple causes her ultimate pleasure, and the thought of riding her physically superior opponent adds even more to it. Before long, fluids start to ooze out of Amy’s vagina and slowly run down on every side of Charlene’s beautifully shaped breast. Amy is in a state of ultimate arousal now, her head pushed far back, her eyes wide open yet unfocused, her thoughts washed away by pure lust. She bursts out into an orgasm, her body shaking violently. Charlene can feel a warm gush of liquids squirting onto her breast and dripping down onto her upper body. As if following an instinct, Charlene grabs Amy’s buttocks and pushes them down onto her own body while continuing to rotate it. Amy’s orgasm is prolonged until she is physically exhausted, and her body finally relaxes.

Amy’s intense sensations in combination with her own arousal make Charlene lust for her even more. Without any deliberate thinking, she pushes Amy’s body closer and closer towards her head. Amy recognizes Charlene’s intentions. ‘So this is what you want!’, Amy agrees in her head. By slightly lifting her upper body, she allows Charlene to guide her the way she wants. Charlene gazes at Amy’s highly aroused and thickened clitoris as she pushes it closer to her mouth. An intense scent enters her nose and is greeted with approval. Too strong is her state of arousal to let any odor impair it, no matter how heterosexually oriented she believed herself to be up to this point. Amy lowers her crotch until Charlene’s lips finally wrap around Amy’s pulsating center of lust. Charlene starts sucking and carefully gnawing with ultimate pleasure. Still feeling remnants of the extreme sensations in own clitoris, she wants to return the favor now. ‘You will come now, Amy, again and harder than you ever thought!’, is what Charlene thinks. It does not take Amy long to get highly aroused again. Fluids start dripping into Charlene’s mouth. Charlene notices them but pays no attention, as she is too strongly focused on finishing what she had begun. Amy stares at the ceiling again, this time her eyes closed, completely immersed in allowing Charlene to pleasure her. With intense convulsions, Amy explodes into her second orgasm and releases another gush of liquids into Charlene’s mouth. Charlene continued to suck until Amy’s orgasm finally fades away, carefully treading the narrow path between lust and pain.

Amy finally rises, sits down next to Charlene, and Charlene becomes aware of Amy’s bodily fluids in her mouth. For a second she ventilates spitting them out but then decides to disregard what her rational brain tell her and swallows them instead. The scent is strong but melds with all she has experienced before – the sweat, and the saliva. Charlene still feels highly aroused from the treatment of her nipple before. Is there a way to convince Amy to a third round? Charlene, still on the ground, impulsively grabs Amy’s head with her hands, draws it towards her, and starts kissing her. Amy is now lying on top of Charlene, the two fighters kissing each other passionately and deeply. In an attempt to get the upper position again, Charlene starts rotating her body slightly. Under normal circumstances, rolling Amy towards the mat would have been effortless, but the brutally abused abs send an agonizing message of sharp pain to Charlene’s brain. The kissing is interrupted, and a distorted facial expression tells Amy that a little help is in order. She takes control and rolls Charlene on top of her, allowing her mid-section to relax. Charlene opens her eyes widely and, after a brief smile of relief, lowers her head and starts kissing Amy again. Amy feels deeply relaxed, the two subsequent orgasms allowing her to relinquish all control to her powerful companion. Charlene lifts her body slightly and drags it forward far enough to allow her breasts to dangle in front of Amy’s face. A short glimpse downwards permit Charlene to pick the one that was not impregnated with Amy’s juices before, and she lowers it far enough to allow Amy to envelop the large and erect nipple with her lips. A deep moan escapes Charlene’s mouth as Amy starts caressing the highly sensitive organ while she probes for Charlene’s vulva with one of her hands. Following the path of copious body fluids, Amy inserts two fingers and quickly locates the rougher section inside that promises maximum pleasure. With her fingers expertly massaging from one side and her thumb from the other, Charlene’s already enlarged and pulsating clitoris is quickly brought to climax. Another wave of convulsions flows through Charlene’s body, accompanied by a cry and more liquids flowing into Amy’s hand. Amy artfully prolongs Charlene’s orgasm as long as possible, then Charlene’s highly tensed body relaxes instantly and she collapses to the mat next to Amy, completely exhausted both physically and sexually.

After a minute of desperately needed recovery, Charlene carefully lifts her upper body and breaks the silence.

“Wow. I don’t think I… Not sure what to… Did you…”

Not being able to form an entire sentence, Charlene lets her body drop back to the mat again. After another few seconds, she tries again.

“I have had good sex with men, you know, but this was… so different. You… you are… awesome, incredible. Did it come naturally for you?”

“When you had me time after time, pinned me to the mat so skillfully, towering above me, radiating so much power, so much confidence, I felt totally hot for you. And you smell really good, you know. Seriously. I felt an impulse and followed it.”

“You are so skilled, amazing. Did you have that kind of experience before?”

“No, apart from some fooling around with my best friend ages ago, but that wasn’t anything serious. My stupid boyfriend back then had talked us into shooting a lesbian video. Apparently my friend really enjoyed it. She was eager to go first, wanted to make me come with her lips, tried hard, probably too hard and too fast. I got turned on a little but decided to fake an orgasm after a while. When it was my turn, just the close sight of my friend’s pussy felt repulsive. I tried to overcome my revulsion, but then I could smell her, too, and I was not able to continue. We ended up faking it somehow. So… today was a first for me. And you are awesome, too, really. You know exactly which knobs to turn. And I love your nipples – so sensuous. I wished mine were as sensitive.”

“To be honest, I have rather ambiguous feelings towards my nipples. They can be in the way sometimes… But you are right, maybe I should see them in a more favorable light.”

“You should. They give you pleasure in a way few of us can feel. Did you ever have sex with a woman before?”

“No, never. I once watched a sex fight, or I assume that’s what it was supposed to be. It took place after one of my wrestling sessions, and I thought I’d stay to see something new. But it was utterly disappointing, all fake. The fighters were pretty and probably followed some script, but you could see how much they actually despised what they were doing. I would never have guessed in my life that I would be able to have sex with a woman like we just had. Never. You are incredible, Amy. Just my hurting abs made it slightly harder to move around.” Charlene smiles.

“I am so sorry about that. You don’t know how much I regret that, Charlene.”

Tears start rolling down Amy’s cheeks, her head bent down.

“I… I got carried away. I don’t know why I did this. When it was over and I saw what I had done, I thought you would probably beat me to a pulp. I think I would not even have tried to defend myself. I would have let it happen and accepted my fate.”

Charlene is somewhat shocked to see Amy burst out in tears. “To be honest, when I looked at my belly, my first impulse was to beat the hell out of you, but then I saw all the regret on your face, and my anger… dissipated. You have no previous wrestling experience, don’t you?”

“None at all. I trained hard in the last few months, but this is my first real fight.”

“That’s what I thought. When you are not used to wrestling, things can get overwhelming quickly. Plus, you didn’t break any rules. In fact, there were no rules. And your fighting skills are awesome, Amy. I have never seen a rookie wrestle better. You pinned me several times. Well done.”

“Thank you.“ Amy’s voice is still shaky, feeble, but her tears start to dry up. She lifts her head and, with her right hand, wipes off the drool coming out of her nose.

“I’ll be honest, beating you felt horrible.“ Amy’s voice regains composure. “I hate hurting people, especially physically. Wrestling was fun, but I could never do boxing or martial arts. I don’t know how someone like Ronda Rousey does it.”

“It’s not for me either. Never has been. I cannot even imagine punching a woman in the face, let alone someone as beautiful as you are. I am still puzzled by what you did with me today, how you guided me into this wonderful experience, how the sweat and odors did not matter to me even though I thought I’d be repelled by it. On the contrary, I was so… attracted to you. This is hard for me to say as you can see.” Charlene laughs. “You may not believe it, but I’m pretty shy about anything sexual, you know.”

“Well, we are all confident in different areas it seems.” Amy’s voice is firm and steady now. “Do you need any help with your cut?”

“No, the bleeding has stopped. But I wouldn’t mind a helping hand getting up.”

“Sure.“ Amy carefully bolsters Charlene on her way up and supports her during their walk towards the door. She turns the key and briefly looks into Charlene’s eyes. Charlene accepts Amy’s unspoken invitation, and they exchange one last kiss.

“Charlene, can I…” Amy is trying to finish composing the sentence in her head, but Charlene’s response comes faster. “Yes, of course! I’d love to.” Both fighters smile.

“See you, beautiful lady.”

“See you, wild tigress.”