Family Fight Part I
by fist1951

This would be our first match in the family division of the IUFC (International Underground Fighting Circuit.) Cynthia and I had fought previously in the couple’s division, but this would be the first fight for us in the family division with her nineteen year-old daughter Meredith.

The IUFC is a well organized group whose members participate in erotic combat. Do not get the impression that this is just some wild sex club. The erotic part stems from the fact that the participants are generally nude or nearly so at the beginning of each fight, and are always completely nude by the end. Eroticism also comes from the fact that losers must submit sexually to the winners. The combat however is real. The fighting style is a combination of bare knuckle fist fighting and grappling. Female fighters also engage in cat fighting. In all cases the stakes are high, the fighting vicious, and both winners and losers always get bloodied.

We had never planned on getting Meredith involved. One night three months ago she discovered our secret activity while spying on her mother and I having sex. I learned later that she had been doing that for some time. On this particular night we were having extremely passionate sex as Cynthia was retelling a recent fight we had with another couple. It had been a very erotic fight, we both won. Even though we both took pretty bad beatings, we beat the other couple up more severely. We had photos of the match which Meredith discovered. The photos clearly showed Cynthia and the other woman grappling completely nude. There were also photos of me and the other man fighting. We were clearly busted, there was no denying it.

Cynthia was afraid Meredith would tell her dad (Cynthia’s ex) who was always looking for some excuse to brand her as an unfit mother. She was totally taken aback though when Meredith said she knew not only about the IUFC, but knew about the family division and wanted to fight with us in that. I should tell you a little about Meredith. She is nineteen, 5’6”, 115, and about 34-26-36 with a very full C cup bra. She is a real looker. She has also been in her fair share of fights with other girls. Cynthia always taught her from a very young age never to pick a fight, but she also taught her to never back down from one. As a result, Meredith was in quite a few fights during her teens. She took her share of beatings, but she also left a lot of girls badly beaten and bloodied. Two of the fights resulted in physical confrontations between Cynthia and the other girls’ mothers. It was in fact this history of fighting that influenced her and I to start fighting in the IUFC.

Cynthia looked at me and asked what we should do. I have to admit I was somewhat biased in my opinion that we should let Meredith fight with us. Any concern about her getting hurt was eclipsed by my desire to see her nude and fighting with another girl. I suggested to Cynthia that we let her go for it. We sat down and talked with her, explaining in detail the kind of fighting she would be engaging in. We also showed her photos of matches between girls (and boys) her age. The IUFC, unlike other fight clubs, did not sanction opposite sex fighting. The matches were brutal. She could see the girls in the fights getting their bare breasts pummeled. In one video, she watched as a young girl was kneed repeatedly between her legs by her female opponent. To our surprise, Meredith became quite aroused. She was braless and I could see her nipples standing straight out.

Since there was no dissuading her, we decided it best that we at least give her some training. Cynthia told her the first thing was she had to be completely comfortable with being nude in front of a bunch of people and the best way to practice that would be to appear nude in front of me. Well, I nearly popped my rocks when she said that! She would also need to have some practice and training in some of the IUFC’s fighting styles. Cynthia told Meredith to go to her room, strip, put on a robe, and meet us in the basement in a half hour. We then went to our room and undressed. I was surprised to see Cynthia’s nipples hard and erect. She was completely aroused at the prospect of preparing her daughter for the fights. Needless to say, I was at “full mast.”

We both went to the basement and rolled out the rubber mats. Meredith came down, wearing a really sexy silk robe. Cynthia took her robe off first and I followed suit. Meredith walked to the center of the mat and without hesitation shed her robe. My eyes nearly bugged out! Her firm 34 C breasts stood out with nipples erect. Cynthia motioned Meredith to the center of the mat and told her she was challenging her to fight. She was to forget any mother/daughter connections. They would just be two women fighting each other for dominance. Meredith smiled, and looking slyly at me, told her mother she could fight for dominance if she wanted, but she (Meredith) wanted to fight for something more. It took a minute to register with me, but Cynthia picked it up right away. Her daughter wanted to fight her over me!

Cynthia was furious, but she agreed. “OK, fine you little bitch, let’s see if you have what it takes!” she hissed. With that she roughly shoved her daughter. Meredith surprised us both with a straight hard jab to Cynthia’s nose, which started bleeding immediately. Cynthia was stunned, a delay that gave Meredith a chance to deliver a punishing right hook to her mother’s jaw and a hard straight jab directly into the breast she had nursed at as a baby! Cynthia was in pain, but she was also tough. Meredith may have mistakenly thought her mother wouldn’t really try to hurt her, but she found out she was wrong. Cynthia let loose with a powerful kick (she worked out constantly at kickboxing) that landed with a loud smacking thud in her daughter’s tender vagina. Meredith’s eyes went wide as she gasped for air to scream in pain, but before she could, her mother connected with two straight jabs bloodying Meredith’s nose and a combination left and right hook that split her lip and opened a cut on her cheekbone. Meredith dropped like a sack to the mat. Cynthia was enraged though and started kicking her. I finally stepped in and stopped her because she had really gone over the edge. The fight was over, and Meredith had a taste of the kind of brutal beating she could expect in the IUFC fights. We asked her if she still wanted to fight and she did. It was then that we signed her up with us to compete in the IUFC family division preliminaries that would be held in Atlanta, GA three months later. During the three months Cynthia and I worked out and also worked on training Meredith. I gave her some training in fist fighting and boxing techniques while Cynthia trained her in cat fighting techniques and some of the particular way’s females inflict injury on other females during a fight.

That now brings us back to the present with our story. We arrived in Atlanta and got a room near the location of the fights. The arena was a large warehouse on the outskirts of the city in a very isolated area. Security was tight and participants were only given the location at the last moment by phone calls to our rooms. We arrived at the warehouse and were ushered inside. The only spectators to the matches would be other fighters who had either already fought or were going to fight. The arena had two large locker rooms, one for males and one for females. Family groups would meet in the arena after changing into their fighting attire. I went into the men’s locker area and waded into a large group of men and boys in various stages of undress. No one knew who they would be fighting, only that we would be matched against opponents of similar height and weight. While I was in the large communal shower (everyone was required to shower prior to the fights) I quickly surveyed all the men that appeared to be in my category, sizing them up. Frequently I would make eye contact with one and we would size each other up, wondering if we would be fighting each other later. I found out later from Cynthia and Meredith that the same sizing up was going on in the female locker area.
I changed into my fighting attire which consisted of a pair of Speedos, running shorts and a muscle shirt. I met Cynthia and Meredith in the fighter’s staging area. The organization had carefully grouped the fighters according to weight. We were each handed a color coded tag to wear. Ours were blue. We looked around saw six other blue tags, which were worn by three other family groups. Each group was just like us, a man, a woman, and a teenage girl. The eight of us gathered in a group and looked at each other awkwardly. Meredith and the other three girls, who looked to be in their late teens to early twenties, eyed each other suspiciously. All of the females were wearing shorts and cotton athletic bras and nipples were clearly erect. The men wear all wearing shorts and either muscle shirts or were shirtless, all had large bulging erections.
When it was our group’s turn to fight, we would draw numbers to see which two families fought first. The way the matches were set up, the three members of the first two families would fight, daughters first, women, and finally the men. The winners of that fight would re-group as a family, so depending on who won or lost you could end up fighting with a different partner in the next round.

In the first round we were matched against the Granstons from West Virginia. Harry, who was in his late 30s, 6’1” 195, his girlfriend Pam, who was also late 30s, 118 lbs and 34 C. Pam’s daughter Dora was 20, 5’5” 116, and also very nice 34 C breasts. Another pair of families was getting into the ring for their fight, so we would get to watch them before our turn. We watched that fight as the combatants gave and received brutal beatings. The mat in the ring was soon spattered with specks of blood. Cynthia and I looked at Meredith as the two girls were fighting to see how she was reacting. The girls in the ring were fighting particularly viciously, both were topless almost immediately and they savagely attacked each other’s bare breasts. To our surprise, Meredith had her hand in her shorts and was masturbating! She was completely turned on by the spectacle. We also saw her trade looks with Dora clearly indicating she couldn’t wait to fight with her.

Before we knew it, the time was at hand for our fight and it would be Meredith fighting against Dora first. I helped Meredith into the ring and briefly massaged her shoulders to loosen her up (of course a stray hand went to her breasts as well.) I gave her a little pep talk, told her to hit hard, hit fast, and try to draw first blood. “Go for her nose first, that hurts and draws the quickest blood.” Cynthia gave her some advice too about hitting the other girl’s cunt and tits. She put her mouth guard in as the bell rang and the fight was on. Meredith charged from her corner as did Dora. The two girls met in a flurry of fists. We could see the blows flying and hear them landing, but they were so fast we could not see them landing. Suddenly we heard a very loud smacking sound and Meredith spun around and dropped to the canvas. Blood was coming from her nose and mouth and her sports bra was askew with one breast exposed. Harry yelled at his girlfriend’s daughter to, “kick her in the cunt, stomp on her Dora!” I made a mental note to deal with him on that later. Dora took her father’s advice and drove her foot between Meredith’s legs causing her to scream in pain and clutch her womanhood. Cynthia grimaced as she watched her daughter being beaten by the other girl. Dora bent over and grabbed Meredith’s top to yank it off, but as she did, Meredith grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to the mat. Both girls were on the mat now with both of Meredith’s breasts exposed. Another flurry of fists, as the two girls struggled on the mat, resulted in Meredith smashing her fist several times into Dora’s nose and mouth, instantly drawing blood. She also managed to rip Dora’s top completely open. Both girls’ breasts were now completely bare and their nipples were rock hard. The two girls grabbed each other’s hair and began rolling around on the mat, each trying to bang the other’s head on the canvas. As they rolled around, with their bare breasts pressed together, each would drive her knee into the other’s womanhood as she had a chance. Finally, Meredith got on top of Dora and managed to pull her shorts completely off, leaving her nude. Meredith spread her opponent’s legs, exposing her completely shaved pubic mound and drove her fist repeatedly into Dora’s womanhood causing her to cry out in pain. Pam yelled across the ring to Cynthia, “That’s what I’m gonna do to you bitch!” Cynthia yelled something back at her, I couldn’t hear it as I was too busy trying not to come in my shorts! Watching Meredith dominate and beat Dora caused me a throbbing erection and I could feel small amounts of semen running into my shorts. Dora was not beaten yet though. She grabbed one of Meredith’s breasts and dug her nails in. Meredith screamed in pain and tried to escape, but in doing so left her face open to Dora’s clenched fist which hit Meredith hard on her cheekbone, opening up a cut that started bleeding immediately. They rolled over again, with Meredith’s tit clutched painfully in Dora’s grasp. A hard blow from Meredith’s fist to Dora’s jaw stunned the other girl, and released her grip on Meredith’s tit. Meredith immediately scrambled to her feet, massaging her battered breast, and started kicking Dora between her legs, in her stomach, wherever she could hit. She pulled her up by the hair, got her in a choke hold and started hammering her face with her fists. Several hammer blows from Meredith’s fists dropped Dora to the mat, motionless. Meredith pushed her defeated opponent over on her back and spread her legs apart, then drove two more vicious kicks into her exposed womanhood, but there was no movement, Dora was out cold. Meredith stood victorious with her foot planted on her defeated opponent’s chest. She rushed back to our corner and embraced us both. Harry and Pam went to Dora who was just coming to and helped her out of the ring. As Meredith embraced me and pressed her breasts against me, I felt her hand briefly go to my crotch. Cynthia saw it and said to me, “If you win the fight with Harry, you can have sex with Meredith and we’ll make Dora lick your cum out of Meredith’s pussy afterwards.” It was now time for Cynthia and Pam to fight and we knew it was going to be brutal as Pam was out to avenge her daughter’s beating. She glared at Cynthia and hissed, “I’m going to fuck you up really bad!” Cynthia shot back, “Bring it on cunt!” but I could tell she was worried, she knew she was going to take a beating.