At Rachel's part 1
by Aristocatch

You may recall that, just before she had beaten me in our very limited fight at the Japanese do, Rachel had suggested that she would like to have a proper fight with me, and before I left to sleep at the hotel with the Japanese she had given me her phone number.

I duly called and she was a bit coy until she finally managed to suggest that she wanted to try out a clothed, no-holds-barred catfight, if that was something I could accept. She did add that if I went along with her idea, and all went well, she would accept a further fight with me, where I got to choose the rules. I wasn't sure that you could have a no-holds-barred fight with someone for whom you felt no animosity, but there again maybe that was a good thing to stop such a fight getting out of hand.

At any rate I agreed and turned up at Rachel's ground floor flat at the appointed hour. She had prepared a bedroom with just a bed in it, pushed up against a wall and which, along with the floor, could be used for fighting on. The proposed rules were simple. We were to wear solid-looking knickers which she had bought, and a crop top which didn't matter if it got damaged. Punching to the head, eye-gouging, biting etc were not allowed, nor were kicks to a prone person. Our crotches could only be attacked through the knickers, which had to remain in place throughout the fight. It was difficult to imagine a fight of this nature without hair pulling but if she could choose she would like it kept to a minimum. Both fighters could claim two time-outs, after which they could only stop by submission. She finished by saying that it would be preferable if we could control ourselves to avoid one or other finishing up at the hospital, because that was where she worked!

Rachel was slightly younger than me, but otherwise we were quite similar in height and weight, one of the reasons that had lead her to suggest fighting me. I had also told her that I didn't like hairpulling.

We changed into our fighting clothes, locked the front door and pulled the curtains of the room we were fighting then – then we started.

Initially I had not been sure, but after a while I had come round to the idea that this was a hurt or get hurt fight, and I would need to be prepared for both. Initially we circled each other launching punches, which mostly missed or glanced off and the odd kick, which sometimes hit a leg, hurting my foot as much as Rachel's leg. I decided to provoke closer fighting, which meant taking a punch in the side, in order to be able to trap Rachel's head in my arm. She fired in a couple of punches, but with no backswing, they were feeble and I used my free arm to deliver my own jab into her side.

I tried pulling Rachel's head down, and she stopped punching to try to stop me. Two attempts to sweep her leg out from under her failed and she took advantage of my being off balance after the second to tip me over. We both finished up with arms around each's head, first one and then the other on top, using up energy, but not succeeding in getting into a dominant position. A few punches were exchanged into backs, and around the kidneys, but there was little real impact in them.

We also kicked away at the other's legs, no doubt building up bruises for the days ahead.

As we rolled, Rachel's top had ridden up exposing her breasts, and I managed to get a good grip on one, seeking to cause pain. It obviously worked, as Rachel released my head and punched me directly in my left tit. I released her head and we exchanged a series of slaps to each other's breasts. Mine were still covered by my top, and so the slaps made less noise than those I launched against Rachel's bare skin, but I'm not sure they were any less painful.

She tried very briefly to pull my top up, and realising that this left her undefended she reached under the top and we clawed away at each other's tits with considerable violence. That couldn't last long and we both rolled away, getting to our feet. Rachel pulled her top down which caused her to rise slightly after me , but not before I could see the red marks I had made on her breasts,. Watching her cover her red breasts, I never saw the punch coming, and it caught me direct in the pussy, nor the follow up slap that connected with an enormous smack across my face.

Before starting Rachel had explained that she had limited blows to the head so as not to have to go to work too marked; that slap obviously didn't contradict her ideas, but it hurt. I reeled backwards onto the bed, and she was on me within seconds, pushing my head back onto the bed, and trying to get on top of me.

Her body was now covering my face and also, thankfully, my breasts, which meant that she couldn't do me any more harm than suffocating me! After the crotch punch and the slap that was almost pleasant. Fortunately we were still near the beginning of the fight, and I had energy left. My legs were free and I was able to plant them on the bed and bridge her off.

I dived in onto her and for the first time I took hold of her hair, banging her face into the bedding, then pulling her head back against me. Releasing her hair, I put an arm around her neck, holding her back, and using my left hand to slap away at her breast, this time through her top. She used her legs and twisted herself round to face me. We both put a hand on the other's face at the same time, pushing our heads back, then grabbing a handful of hair and pulling the heads back towards us.

Our knees were thumping into each's legs. I could see her crotch and released an arm in an effort to reach it, which was a great mistake. Instead of getting some of my own back I found myself twisted onto my back, with Rachel sitting on me. She slowly manoeuvred herself into place, and I found that self-same crotch pressing down on my head, pinning me on the bed.

Her hand found the waistband of my knickers, and pulled them up hard, driving the cloth into my sore pussy. She was sufficiently in control to be able to bunch up the cloth, so that it became a narrow strip, pressing between my pussy lips. This amused her for a while, then she changed tactics. Pulling up my top to expose my breasts, she launched a series of slow and deliberate slaps and then a punch directly onto the nipple. I was trapped and this seemed like a good moment to call for a time out.

There was no denying that Rachel was on top in this fight and it was now or never if I was to get back and have any chance of winning.

We climbed off the bed and stood facing each other. With carefully controled punches, that didn't strike home, and feints, I managed to get us into the position I wanted with Rachel between me and the bed. I pushed her shoulders hard with both my hands and, as hoped, she fell back onto the bed, with her legs splayed out. My right knee was quickly in place, against her crotch. Kneeing her was not allowed, so my knee was merely placed there but then I began twisting it from side to side.

At the same time, maintaining my balance on my left leg, both my hands slid under her top and I dug my fingers in around the nipples, grinding her breast flesh, seeking some pay back on what she had been doing to me.

She was a little slow to react, but when she did I soon knew about it, as my hair was being pulled out by the roots! I resisted a little longer, trying to maximise the pain I was causing her and then I released my hands, lauching myself onto her body and grabbing her hair.

Her feet were just off the floor, and she was able to get to her feet, forcing me to do the same and we circled, pulling each other's hair and trying to knee each other in the thigh.

Rachel changed tactics, releasing my hair and sweeping my legs out from under me. Finding myself falling I released her hair and cushioned my landing. Rachel went for a spectacular dive onto my prone body which I saw coming and began to move onto my side. Rachel tried to adapt to my counter and crashed heavily onto the floor, her left hand outstretched.

The noise was most unpleasant and I didn't need the shriek that she produced to tell me that she had hurt herself. I had been getting ready to launch a flurry of punches but I stopped myself. When I checked Rachel she was holding her left hand where the middle finger was bent at an obscene angle. I think I've broken my finger she said in a most understated way.

That rather put paid to the fight. I helped her put on trousers and a loose poncho top that at least covered her without having to force her hand through a sleeve, then I drove her to the hospital, where she worked. So much for not finishing up at the hospital, as she had said right at the beginning.

We were taken in hand (!) by a rather friendly nurse who was most amused and obviously not ready to believe that Rachel had hurt her finger on a door. She took us both into a box to wait for the doctor and when we were alone in the box she wanted to know who had been winning. She knew Rachel well, and about her wrestling experience. She also produced a comb and tidied our hair and gave me her make-up pouch so that I could cover the red mark across my face.

When the doctor arrived I had to leave, and the nurse suggested that when she finished her stint at the hospital ninety minutes later she would come round to Rachel's to make sure that both of us were alright.

We hadn't been back at Rachel's long, with Rachel's broken finger in a splint, when Brenda arrived. Auburn haired, quite tall, and with a huge smile, she seemed the ideal person to cheer up waiting patients, and to make being at A&E as pleasant as it could possibly be.

She insisted that she examine us thoroughly to ensure that we hadn't done each other injuries that we were not yet aware of. She acted as if it were a joke, and had fun making us undress ourselves, but it seemed to me at least that there was a genuine concern in her actions that we could be harbouring latent wounds. Fortunately this was not the case.

Then she wanted a blow-by-blow account of our combat which we duly provided while we all shared a drink. It was clear that she knew Rachel well and I thought it likely that they could have wrestled each other at some time in the past. As if she could read my thoughts Brenda confirmed this to be the case, but insisted that it had not been the same type of fight.

Given that my injuries were no more than numerous bruises, that would come out fully in the days ahead, she wondered whether I was disappointed that a winner of the fight had not been found, and I explained that I, for one, was quite happy that the fight had ended when it had, though I regretted that Rachel would have an excuse for not allowing me the agreed return fight under my rules quite as quickly as I might have hoped.

Brenda smiled and suggested that, as we were both at Rachel's, it seemed a pity for me to leave empty handed as it were. Provided that I was prepared to agree to her rules, she would be more than happy to take the place of Rachel and prove that, even at her age, she could wipe the floor with me!

Her age was exagerated. I guessed she was in her early forties, but from what I had seen so far, she was in a very trim shape, and I had no doubt that she exercised regularly. I asked to hear the rules before giving my decision.

The rules were simple. We would wrestle to find out the best wrestler, being the one who could immobilise her adversary the most often. She considered that the intimate parts of our body, breasts and pussy were not parts of the body that should be hurt. Quite the contrary. They were designed for pleasure and so, during the fight, they could be targeted to give pleasure and put the fighter off her wrestling.

My breasts and pussy had taken a battering, and would undoubtedly hurt a great deal in a few hours time, but the initial hurt had mostly worn off. Brenda's body looked good, and I was quite ready to try her out on that basis. Rachel would decide if one wrestler had been immobilised for long enough (none of your 'count-to-three and it's all over'), and would award a point to the dominator. Three points would determine the overall winner.

Rachel gave the wrestling clothes she had worn earlier to Brenda, and I put mine back on again – rather disappointed that we were to wrestle in clothes. When I saw how muscled Brenda's body was, and how the top struggled to cover her breasts, which were large in relation to her trim body, I began to wonder how easy the fight might be.

Brenda obviously had no intention of keeping the clothes and within very little time, both tops had been removed and I could see just how imposing her breasts were, even more so given the slim size of the rest of her body. Not content with removing the tops, we set about trying to wrestle the knickers off as well, which gave me a chance to see just how Brenda was treating the action, and that not only was she a competent wrestler, but also a fit, strong one. Her extra years were of no help to me.

My pussy was exposed to the air before I could reveal the black forest between her legs. We broke apart and I assumed we would begin the more serious wrestling, but Brenda insisted that we acquaint ourselves with our adversaries bodies. This meant groping each other's tits, and gently rubbing our sexes, until a certain amount of natural lubrication manifested itself. Despite Brenda's boobs being large, they were firm and not in the least droopy. What's more her nipples were long and hard. She was obviously enjoying what we were doing. She pronounced us ready and before I could react she had, rather unsportingly, tipped me flat on the floor aand sat across my midriff the better to tease my nipples with her hands. She hadn't immobilised my arms and so I tried to extend the length of her nipples even more (and succeeded).

So intent was I on my task that I found my arms pinned to the floor above my head before I had even seen her move. Slowly she slid up my body, trapping my arms with her legs and moving her pussy ever closer to my head. She was obviously intending on gaining the first immobilisation, and she lowered her body until I could feel her pubic hairs tickling my nose.

Rules are rules, and sticking firmly to the rules I began to lick her pussy. Announcing that I was a fast learner she raised her body enough to be out of range. Then she thought better of it and I once again beging exploring her pussy with my tongue. I couldn't see very much, but I could hear various noises that she was making, which led me to believe that she was enjoying what I was doing!

Unfortunately she wasn't enjoying it so much as to give me any chance to escape from her hold. I began to get a very sexy taste on my tongue, but Brenda stayed put and after what seemed quite a while, but probably wasn't really that long, Rachel announced that Brenda had won the first immobilisation, and Brenda triumphantly climbed off me.

The best part of our wrestling match came next. We wrestled for maybe five minutes with neither being able to gain the upper hand, and without there being any contact of a sexual nature. Brenda was fit and well muscled and her extra height gave her an edge to combat my wrestling experience. At this stage age made no difference because she was still fairly fresh. From time to time I could feel where bruises from my fight with Rachel were developing, but these weren't yet so painful as to influence the current outcome with Brenda.

When I'm wrestling with someone I enjoy it the most when we are evenly balanced. What's more this was pure wrestling, without one trying to hurt the other. Now we were merely trying to physically dominate the other by pinning them to the floor or, if we had thought about it, in any other position from which they could not escape. No sooner had one taken a more dominant position then the other would succeed in rolling or bridging them off and we began to get quite warm from our efforts.

The longer we wrestled the slower the fight became, and the longer I began to hold the dominant position, forcing Brenda to use up energy trying to get free. Using my experience I did not merely seek to pin her shoulders at the expense of anything else. I held her for a while in a leg scissors, that took a lot of her energy to escape. Having finally extricated herself, I immediately put her in a neck hold with her back against my body. My idea was to oblige her to use up more energy and then when she was too tired to resist to quickly turn that into a schoolgirl pin.

Brenda knew that she was getting tired, and that I was manoeuvring her around more or less at will. She was also benefitting from her previous experience and a distraction was what she needed. She found it, or rather she found my pussy with her right hand. I tightened my hold around her neck, but her fingers were still in place, creating rather pleasant sensations between my legs.

I released my hold, the better to change it to another more meaningful hold, but she was ready for me and instead I found myself with her bum on my cheek, forcing my head onto the floor (don't ask me how – I never saw the move coming). To make matters worse she managed to work her legs under my arms, so that she had me fully trapped, with no way to use my arms to defend myself.

I did know however that Brenda was getting tired faster than I was. I tried bridging once or twice to force her to counteract, but otherwise I refrained from tiring myself unnecessarily. There was no way out of the hold. It was just a question of time before Rachel accorded the second point to Brenda. She waited a while (I'll remember that next time we meet up), but accord the point she did. Two-nil to Brenda who called for a pause to have a drink, and of course to regain some energy, though she didn't say that.

The pause also gave me time to do some thinking. If I lost again, the fight was over, so I had to be careful not to expose myself to a counter attack. At least I imagined that was what Brenda was thinking. I decided to throw caution to the wind and try and get a point back quickly. After that I could seek to tire Brenda to the point where I could exploit that fatigue more easily.

On the face of it Brenda was expecting the opposite and in thirty seconds I had one of her arms trapped between my legs, the other by my arms, with my body over her head, holding her at right angles to her body. I imagined that she would cease struggling quickly, to retain her energy, but she tried several times to bridge her legs, or turn her body. With my full weight to move off her arms these efforts were futile, and all she did was to tire herself. Rachel had no choice but to accord me a point and bring me back into the match.

Brenda wasn't about to be caught out again, so there was no way that I would try a surprise move. Instead we wrestled for a while on our feet, trying to put the other into a hold that could be transferred to the ground. Having at one stage forced Brenda's head downwards, she resorted to sucking on my breast as a means to add surprise and maybe catch me out as she had before, but I could not be fooled twice. I enjoyed what she was doing to my breast though!

Not only was I not ready to be caught out, but I was ready to catch her out. Intent as she was on suckling she never saw me remove her legs from under her, and she found herself sat on the floor between my legs with her arms above her head as my hands were locked behind her head. She tried to use the strength in her legs to force me off the floor, only to find that there was less strength than there had been earlier, and that I used her efforts to benefit me, trapping her legs in a grapevine, that I wasn't about to release.

Brenda was not the kind of woman to resign herself to defeat and she tried for all she was worth to escape, but my hold was well applied and I had no intention of letting her go. What is more she was powerless to use sexual moves to alter the balance. Rachel soon realised what I was doing and that Brenda was tiring herself out fast trying to escape. Rather more quickly than before she accorded me the point, no doubt to try to help her collegue stay in the contest.

Two all, and the power was with me. My only regret was that I hadn't managed to touch Brenda sexually for quite some time. As she got her breath back she grumbled as much and then began talking about what Rachel had told her of our Japanese experience.

Brenda was certainly no fool. Had we carried on wrestling as we were, I could have trapped her a third time probably fairly quickly. She therefore proposed that we change the rules for the deciding round!

She regretted, she said, that she hadn't been able to see with her own eyes the fights we had had, the Europeans against the Japanese, so maybe indulging in one was the next best thing. If you want an orgasm, I replied, I'd be happy to give you one; and so it was agreed.

I was going to make Brenda work a bit for her orgasm, so I wrestled her around for maybe five minutes before getting on top and going to work on her breasts. The length of her nipples still attracted me, but I didn't forget to savour the size and firmness of her orbs. Fair is fair and so, after having my fill, I let her wrestle me off, so that she could play with my breasts, which was quite enjoyable.

Towards the end of those five minutes it was beginning to show more and more that Brenda was getting tired and it seemed pointless and even unkind to seek to wrestle her to a state where she was too tired to enjoy what was to come. From the noises that she was making it was also clear that she was sexually turned on and 'ripe for the plucking' as you might say.

There was no need to rush things though, and I saw no reason to deprive myself of the pleasant sensations that Brenda was more than capable of producing. Accordingly we proceeded rather like the Japanese in the videos I had seen. A few moments of dominance from one, and then a few moments from the other. Even then Brenda was too excited for this to last long and rather more quickly than I would have prefered she had her orgasmic rewards.

Rachel had been watching events and, even before Brenda had recovered from her magical moment, she was suggesting that, as Brenda had wanted to do it like the Japanese, we should go all the way. Brenda, of course, had no idea what we were talking about and may have started to ask herself why I began gently caressing her breasts while Rachel briefly left the room. Rachel came back with her rabbit, apologising that she had nothing more spectacular and with her good hand she began using the rabbit on the extremely well lubricated sex that was now well exposed through the heavily forested region between Brenda's legs.

After a short while Rachel left me to use the rabbit, and renewed acquaintances with Brenda's chest. I say renewed, as I'm sure that even if it had only been in a wrestling context, she had already been in close contact with it at some time in the past.

Brenda was indeed well aroused, and we ignored a fairly rapid second orgasm and continued until Brenda begged us to stop.

I was beginning to get to know Brenda's character and I was not surprised that she had another trick up her sleeve. She announced that she had only come to Rachel's house to make sure that there was no animosity between Rachel and me, as a result of the blows that we had inflicted on each other, even if it was part of a pre-planned fight. She refused to leave until she had seen that we could have another attitude towards each other.

Even as we were protesting that there was no animosity she was removing from the bag that she had brought with her, a double-headed flexible dildo, a case of here's one I prepared earlier! We helped Rachel out of her clothes and briefly prepared her. Briefly was all that was needed for having watched Brenda and I for some time and then toyed with Brenda's body, Rachel was almost ready herself.

Brenda supported Rachel, ostensibly to protect her broken finger, but more probably to play with her breasts, and I did the honours with the dildo. By the time Brenda accepted to stop she was more than satisfied that Rachel and I had no issues with each other and I had assured her that, when we had our return fight on my terms, it would not contain any extremely violent conditions.

Brenda stayed for a while to recover and have a bite to eat and before leaving she took me aside to ask me a great favour.