Erotica Anthology #12

#72

Wrestling Women 1

Two women decide to meet for a fight in a barn.

These two ladies don’t know each other. They’ve never met or communicate with each other in their lives before. Despite that, the two share quite a number of common similarities. They are both retired and in their fifties. They’ve been married and divorced before, and most people will refer to them for being very conservative. Those are just some of the things they unbeknowingly share. But most of all, the two of them are just itching to have a fight with someone who can match up to their stamina and needs.

They have been itching to fend all of this extra energy for something gory. And they finally get what they want, when they do what most people do these days and go to the internet. They met in this modest forum that talk about all sorts of unconventional things. Susan posted an idea in the request bin, and Mary just happened to see it. They chat for a while, and soon hit it off pretty fast. As it turns out, both of them have been searching for the same thing: a fighting partner they can have a go all the way for.

As they talk further, both of them realize that they have hidden sadist and masochistic tendencies, mostly resulted from after their husbands left them. They used to have so much to do around the house, and someone to fend off their frustration on. But now? Nothing. Nothing but frustration and anger that has been piling up bit by bit since after the seperations. They just need to channel out all of these extra energy. So they thought, why not just use each other to fend off the heat.

Once they realize that all the ladies need is each other to achieve what they want to do, they agree to call on a meeting.

The problem is the location. Surely, they can’t meet just about anywhere. It has to be somewhere secluded, where they can have it all out without restrain and having to be worried that someone else will see and come trying to stop them.

Luckily, Susan just happen to own a barn located in quite a remote field, which she got from her settlement with her ex-husband. Mary agrees with the chosen location, so they decided to arrive at 8 o’clock in the morning. Nothing’s better than starting something good at the start of the day.

When they finally meet face to face the next day, both women discover that they share even more similarities, such as their body type. Both of them are curvy with small breasts, with very typical facial look. They look just like any other women their age, dressed conservatively from head to toe. There’s nothing that can draw them attention from the eye of the public. Which is fine, because no one will even suspect of what they are about to do. Who would have known that these normal looking middle aged women are carrying such sadistic urges and a lot of anger.

Once they enter the barn, the two begin circling each other. None of them say a word, just like as agreed before. There’s no mistaking who the other person is, because there’s no one else who would come to this place other than them—especially at such a time.

There’s no rules for the fight. They will go all out, and they fight doesn’t end until one of them can’t move anymore.

The two of them just start to strip down, so that there won’t be anything in their way once they get to the fighting. They will be wrestling down in the mud, if it comes down to it.

They strip themselves down from the outer layer and down to their undergarments, all without saying a single word to each other. They just nod at each other once they are ready to start the fight, clothes discarded all over the place on the dirty floor of the abandoned barn. They are so confident and focused in what they are about to do that none of them notice much about the awkwardness of being naked.

Mary throws in the first punch, but Suzan ducks down quickly. With the same agility she first poses, Suzan quickly launches herself at Mary, hoping to throw the other woman off her balance. Mary is able to throw herself to the far left at the very last moment, though not without almost tripping from the slippery ground.

Suzan uses this chance to haul a nasty sucker punch at Mary, who takes it so hard, her head stumbles so far back, exposing her neck momentarily. Suzan goes in for a punch to the gut, and Mary howls in pain when it lands, right in the middle. Suzan throws her thick arms up to block the next incoming attack, taking in punches after punches until she falls so far back from her original spot.

Mary has the upper hand, and landing so many punches make her ego boosts. Perhaps a little bit too much, because before she knows it, Suzan lands a nasty kick to Mary’s calf, ultimately bucking down Mary’s knee. Suzan doesn’t waste her time in using this opportunity to throw several revenge punches at Mary’s face, not restrained to resorting herself to hair pulling when she feels the urge to. Suzan looks practically delighted at the sound of Mary’s stretch when she yanks the other woman’s hair ever so carelessly, yanking so hard that she manages to pull out a few strands of good hair along the way.

Anger and frustration pile up inside Mary’s chest until all she can hear is the sound of her fastly circulating blood. Howling out a roar of anger, she forces her knee to push her off the ground, going so hard that she smacks her head right against Suzan’s chin. Suzan howls in pain, a hand covering her throbbing chin. Mary takes advantage of her opponent’s weak moment and pushes Suzan back even harder once she manages to get back on her feet, ultimately making Suzan falls on her back from the surprising force.

What Mary doesn’t expect is for Suzan to entangle her feet around Mary’s, making the other woman to fall along the way. The two of them end up piling on the floor in a heap of messy tangle, limbs twisted around each other. Amazingly, the two of them are still trying to land a good hit onto each other, even as they struggle to push the other off and get right back to their feet.

Unfortunately, it’s not that easy to get back up once they land on the messy ground. Dirt and mud quickly cling to their bodies like a second skin, coupled with sweat and some blood.

Blood is dropping from Mary’s nose, and her opponent is also facing some serious nosebleed, if not more. They’ve thrown punches at each other all over the place, it’s hard to keep track of the actual number. Their middle and limbs are throbbing with pain all over, signs that they’ve finally made some good use of their strength and stamina on each other.

Just a few minutes into the fight, and they are already bleeding and sweating from all over the place like crazy. They wrestle on the dirt in a tangle mess until they manage to drive out every single pent up anger and frustration out of their rolls of fat. They are so focused in the fight that they barely notice it when certain intimate body parts brushing too close to one another, their n*****s erect from the excitement of the fight.

It has been quite a while since the last time the two ladies need to perform any excessive activity. So it’s not so strange when they find themselves running out of energy just as fast, even before the first half hour runs out. Mary gives in first, throwing herself off the other woman when she finds herself unable to keep up with the attacks anymore. She ends up lying on her back, breath hitching, lungs begging for plenty of air. Her opponent is not doing any better either, breathing so hard that for a while, the sounds of inhale and exhale of air are all they can hear.

Their veins are pumping so hard. Suzan whips the blood from her runny nose with the back of her thick hand. Covered in sweat and dirt, she doesn’t seem to be bothered with the mess by the slightest. Every part of her body is aching, both from the result of taking too much hits and from utilizing her usually unused muscles. But man, she has never felt so alive these past few years than right now, even despite the constant physical pain aching from all over the place.

Just as soon as they are resting, they start picking up the fight again. Before they even realize it, someone already ends up with a busted noses, splitted lips, broken teeth and some ripped ears, while someone else is suffering from bleeding n*****s, broken ribs and bloody v*****s. These ladies are not shy from using a more disrespectful way of fighting, including biting down their opponents in places that are not meant to be bitten. But even when covered with blood as much as they are, none seem to be willing to stop the fight. They are way too eager to resolve the tension in themselves by beating each other into a pulp, not caring for the fact that they are injuring the other woman so badly as a result. They have gone past beyond normal logic. Making a bloodbath out of this fight is all they can ever care about. There’s just so much pent up anger already residing within themselves, there’s no way they can go on without pouring out every single ounce of frustration by wrestling each other until there’s nothing else to give.

Mary eventually drives a particularly nasty kick to Susan’s gut, causing the other woman to wretch out the contents of her stomach in return. Mary dodges Susan’s retching vomit just in time as the other woman holds her arms to her mid section, trying to dull the pain and empty her stomach at the same time. Mary pulls herself into another fighting stance while Susan recovers, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, spitting out the disgusting after taste out of her mouth. Then Susan is ready for another attack. With an angry outcry, Susan sprints across the mud and launches herself at Mary, taking the other woman down with her as she overwhelms Mary with a new hit after the other. Mary yelps in pain in return, trying to buck Susan off, but the other woman is just as heavy as herself. And for a while, the sounds that can be heard echoing throughout the mostly empty barn are the sounds of punching, kicking and screaming of these two angry women, intermingling so much that none can differentiate one with the other.

The longer they are into the fight, the more bloodied the two women become. Overtime, it grows worser to the point that Susan develops a painful busted lips and bluing cheek, all thanks to the blistering uppercut she receives from Mary. Susan has been pretty distracted by the so many other injuries she has sustained that this time around, she can’t dodge quick enough to avoid getting smacked by Mary’s nasty uppercut. Susan stumbles back without having much control over her body, the point of impact so effective that her vision grows dark for a few moments. Mary smirks at the other bloody, naked woman in victory, though she herself is not looking any better. One of her eyes have grown dark and swollen, thanks to being attacked repeatedly as well.

Mary wipes her runny nose with her hand, unaware that the liquid dripping from her nose is actually blood. Then she fairly recalls how she had been hit over there. Mary spits out blood to the dirt and tries to clear her runny nostrils, before making her way to deliver more punches at her opponent.

Susan has just enough. She doesn’t like being at the losing side. With a cry of anger, she storms off toward Mary and make an impact, inevitably toppling the two of them off until they are rolling in the mud once more.

This time, they can feel more dirt slipping into the cranny spaces of their bodies. The two wrestle on top of each other until they can barely tell who’s on top or below. Limbs tangle against limbs. Bodies are bent and contorted to the point that their heads end up trapped in between each other’s legs. Deciding to play dirty, Susan uses the moment to lift her hand and grab her opponent by the place that hurts most.

Mary lets out a whimpering cry when she can feel her genital being pinched so hard, then grabbed roughly. She screams for the other woman to stop, but the desperate sounds she makes only pushes Susan to inflict more pain upon her person. She can feel Susan tugging at her outer lips roughly until nails scratch at the fat, slippery flesh.

Now that she’s back having the upper hand, Susan is not afraid to tug at Mary’s flesh even harder, digging her nails into the private flesh until blood starts to form thanks to the rough handling. The skin in that area is already sensitive enough, but combined with the rough tugging… This is not Mary’s lucky day.

But if this is how Susan wants to play, then two can play at this game. Mary gropes randomly until she can feel Susan’s own genital, before hooking her fingers in and yanking at the flesh just as hard.

Susan screams, instantly letting go off Mary.

Mary uses this hand to tighten her hold on Susan even more, wiggling herself free from underneath Susan as she does so. After some struggling, Mary uses the momentum of her release to make a nasty tug at Susan’s folds one last time in retaliation, inflicting as much harm to the other woman.

Furious, Susan limps toward Mary. Mary is already prepared to counterattack her opponent. She manages to get a few good punches at Susan’s face, throwing the other woman side to side until Susan can barely see straight. But then Susan manages to slip past Mary’s defences, Mary’s chest somehow has gotten so close to her face. Mary weights in her option for a split second, before finally clamping her teeth at one of Susan’s n*****s, biting down the nub so hard until it bleeds.

Mary screams out in pain, the sound she makes echoing through the whole barn. Her n****e hurts like a b***h—even more than when her p***y was yanked. Now her n****e matches the torn out flesh of her privates.

Pain only makes Mary turn furious. She hurls herself at Susan, before biting down at the other woman’s n****e, making sure to watch the wound with her own. They end up punching and kicking at each other nonstop, each time causing the other to bleed out and make skin swollen until they look even worse than before. Blood is trailing down from the area in between their legs, their chest just as stained with red.

Both women are looking much worse now. They’ve been attacking each others for hours now, to the point that they faces have swollen so much, they are barely recognisable anymore. Their eyes are black and blue, covered with all sorts of cuts and bruises. Their bodies are hurting, suffering from many wounds from blunt impact. Their bodies were already naturally a little bit swollen thanks to the extra rolls of fat they are originally sporting. But now, things has gotten take a turn for the worse, turning their appearance several levels even more displeasing. They have managed to beat each other brutally into a pulp, to the point that they can barely move or function properly. The punches they throw right now barely hold any good strength.

Blood is dripping on all over their bodies by the time the fight is closing to an end. Both women are staggering, barely able to keep the balance on their feet. They are breathing heavily, chest huffing and puffing hard, hungry for air. Their skin are covered with sweat and gore, cuts criss-crossing all over their skin and rolls of extra fat. They are sweating so much to the point that their hair stick on their face and neck painfully uncomfortable, muscles ache from within, so close to the bones, while their cuts and busted features sting so much, they overload their pain sensory.

Yet the two just keep on landing punches at one another, their aims and agility to dodge much more lagging this time around. It’s no wonder—they have been going at this almost more than 6 hours straight. They’ve fought so much that the dirt around them as turned to a puddle of sticky mud, steamed from the heat of motion and two big body heat rolling on them.

The two of them are bleeding so much to the point that red covers every square inch of their skin, be there either from the blood that has already dried to a much darker shade, thanks to the so many hours it has been exposed to on the skin, or the fresh, bright red of blood that has been squeezed out from the open cuts and wounds these women are festering. Either way, they look like a pair of survivors from a horror flick.

Dirt and blood have managed to find their place stuck to Mary and Susan’s bodies that some can even be found in uncustomary places, such as the earlobes of their wide ears, the underplace of their boobs or armpits, even down to their privates. These ladies are not afraid to play dirty, and that includes inflicting harm via the means of pulling and dragging by their v*****s, thus resulting in some sensitive flesh tearing down there, as well as the festering of some dry and fresh blood and dirt accumulating in all sorts of forbidden places.

They can’t wait to get all of these uncomfortable mess off their skin. But before any of them can get themselves home, they need to finish this fight, no matter how silly it is to be so hard-headedly determined to prolong this event even when they are already seconds away from collapsing on their faces.

Mary and Susan keep attacking each other, landing on hits that have more misses and reaching their targets. It’s kinda sad to watch them moving ever so single-mindedly, because once they are running out of energy, they begin moving ever so tiredly.

It’s not until one of them drops like a sack of potatoes that the other stops, though the other woman doesn’t take much longer to drop first on her knees, before kneeling on the muddy ground on all fours, seconds away from passing out.

They end up waking in the cold barn during the night, still naked and covered in their own grime and mess. And just like that, the leave the premises almost at the same time, without even as much as a word to the other. Their eyes speak everything; of appreciation and common understanding.

Heck, they might be crazy enough to arrange the same thing for next time.

In the end they realize that they are more like one and the same. Both of them need someone—a partner—they can rely on as a sparring partner. None of them are professional fighters by any chance, but that doesn’t mean they can’t vent out their frustration physically on each other.

It has been a while since they had someone to just argue with. When their husbands left them, each of them women are left living in their respected humble homes alone. None of them have any kids, so live has been pretty lonely for the two of them. What they can’t believe the most is the fact that both of their husband left them to find some younger women. The two discover this fact once they finally got time to civilly converse with one another the next day, after lots of cleaning up and resting.

Susan visits Mary at her house one afternoon. They talk and talk for hours until they barely realize that it’s dinner time already. Mary proposes to make some casseroles. Susan volunteers to help out. Apparently, both women share the same taste for comfort food as well.

The two women continue their chatter in the small, homey kitchen. The way they interact with each other now is such a contrast to what had happened the other day, no one would have believe the story when they see them being so polite and understanding with one another.

[ The End ]