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Hockey Girls Challenge

By Wolfboy

Jemma starts to show an interest in fighting as two of her friends meet to fight it out

‘Mum’ Jemma had asked one Friday evening ‘you know how you fight girls and there’s like a wrestling ring in the garage? There are two girls who were the year above me at school who I was friends with. They’ve gone to uni now, and they’ve had some sort of falling out with each other because of something that happened with the hockey team there. They want to fight. Can they use the ring here to do it when they come back home please?’ she asked.

‘Well’ Emma had replied ‘we probably need to have a talk about how you know this at some point young lady. But if they’re serious and they want to fight with some rules, then yes they can. Get them to come here on the Friday evening after they’re both back, together, so that I can talk to them both and then, if they want if then they can catfight the night after. That’ll give them a bit of time to cool off first in case one of them changes their mind.’ Emma suggested.

‘Thanks mum’ Jemma smiled, turning to leave the room.

‘Not so fast dear’ Emma told her. ‘About that first thing, you know, me fighting girls……how much do you know?’

‘Well, look mum’ Jemma had replied a little anxiously ‘I…..err…..well, I’m seventeen, nearly eighteen, I notice stuff and I know I never go into the garage usually, but one time I did and well, the ring was all set up in there’ she admitted.

‘Well, yes, that would be a bit of a give away wouldn’t it?’ Emma had agreed. ‘What else?’ she asked, seeing the look on Jemma’s face.

‘Errrmmm………I’ve seen both you and Grandma Debbie fight as well’ she admitted a little uneasily.

‘When was this? Emma asked.

‘In the last few weeks, some stuff that leaked on the internet I guess mum. You were beating some masked woman and winning a title, and I know it was you, there’s no mistaking it. Grandma Debbie was fighting a strong black woman and she beat her too. That was amazing; two grown women fighting wilder than two little bitches at school would!’ Jemma gushed.

‘Well, I can see that you enjoyed it dear’ Emma smiled at Jemma ‘and I can’t very well claim it’s not true for either of us. So, you’re in on the secret now.’

‘I guess’ Jemma said ‘and mum, I think that you and Grandma Debbie are both amazing, beautiful women for fighting like that. I love you both doing it!’ she told Emma.

‘Well, when do you want to give it a go then dear?’ Emma asked, seeing the look on Jemma’s face and recognising that her daughter felt the same way she had about fighting as a teenager. ‘I mean, you obviously do, I can see it written all over your face!’ she laughed.

‘That easy to tell huh?’ Jemma chuckled.

‘Afraid so dear’ Emma laughed back. ‘Don’t worry though, I was exactly the same at your age. Look, if these two girls are going to use it, that we’ll need to set up the ring anyway. Why don’t you come and help me do that, and then you can attack me young lady!’ Emma had challenged.

‘But mum!’ Jemma replied, a little surprised ‘I can’t fight you!’

‘Well, I fought Grandma Debbie when I was starting out’ Emma smiled. ‘But anyway, who said I was going to fight back dear, I just want to see what you’ve got for now. You can’t fight properly until your birthday but you can start to learn.

It turned out, Emma later told me, that after the ring had been constructed and she’d managed to convince Jemma that it was OK to go for it, that our daughter had displayed enough to suggest that she had some idea how to catfight. Emma had certainly felt enough from her daughter in a five-minute impromptu session to suggest that she had something about her. ‘I’m going to need someone to help me train her though. If she’s serious Steve’ Emma had told me, ‘I don’t think I can train her properly, because I’ll have to pretty much fight her’ she admitted.

We resolved to give Jemma’s burgeoning enthusiasm for catfighting some more thought over the coming days. We also loosely agreed that she would second Beth for this potential fight, while I might second Bindi if both girls agreed to it. Emma would referee the fight; that was not up for negotiation. The following Friday, the two girls arrived at more of less the same time, coming in to the garage to take a look at the ring with Emma before she sat down with both girls in the dining room to question them.

‘Look girls’ Emma began ‘you’re welcome to use the ring if you want to fight. We need to agree some rules though, and I want to understand why you want to fight because you seem quite friendly?’

‘Well Mrs Baines’ Bindi spoke first ‘we are friendly most of the time, but Beth thinks she’s better than me and could take me in a fight. She tells me this at hockey every single week.’ the Indian girl said, rolling her eyes a little. ‘But I can beat her. I’m going to be a champion catfighter like you!’ she smiled confidently.

‘And there you have it Mrs Baines’ Beth replied evenly. ‘She’s going to be a champion catfighter. Somebody needs to show her that she’s not, so I’m going to do her a favour.’ the blonde with the cute pixie cut hair told Emma. ‘Apart from that though’ she admitted, smiling ‘I do actually quite like Bindi…’

‘Well, I’m not going to argue with your logic ladies. You both want to fight, so here’s what I’m suggesting as rules.’ Emma began, seeing that she had the rapt attention of both girls. ‘First of all, I suggest an opening round of just three minutes. I want you both to have a chance to see if you are OK with it first. Fighting can be hard. After that, I’ll check if you want to continue, if you do, then the next round will just go until one of you has won. Remember you can submit at any time. In the match itself, I propose no punching, only slapping. No scratching or biting. All other catfighting moves are allowed. OK so far?’ Emma asked both girls, who nodded their agreement.

‘So, in the fight, I will be your referee, so you have to follow my instructions. If you agree, I’ll get Jemma to second one of you and my husband Steve will second the other as he usually covers that role when I fight. Now, have you thought about what you want to wear to fight in? Bear in mind that they might get ruined as well.’ she said to the two girls.

‘Bra and panties’ Bindi confidently announced.

‘You perv!’ Beth laughed, continuing ‘but fair enough, that’s what real catfighters wear isn’t it’ she agreed.

‘It is’ Bindi smiled ‘and you’ll end up wearing a lot less when I’m done with you Beth’ she told the blonde.

‘Well, stripping is OK in a catfight usually’ Emma agreed as she checked ‘so do you want to include that in your rules?’ Both girls nodded, as Emma continued ‘so in that case, be prepared to lose your outfits during the action, I guess. You can always give up at any point if you’re not happy, you know that. So, one last thing’ she continued ‘this is my phone number’ she said as she handed each girl a slip of paper. ‘You can fight here at 3pm tomorrow afternoon, but I want you to both call me in the morning to confirm that you still want this. Is that all OK?’ she asked them. Both girls nodded their agreement on everything Emma had suggested. ‘So, we’ll see you tomorrow then’ she said to Bindi and Beth before they’d taken a final look at the ring and gone their separate ways.

The following day, both girls had eagerly called to confirm that they were prepared to fight each other. Jemma had told me that I would second Bindi because she was closer friends with Beth of the two girls. I didn’t really know either girl other than meeting them briefly the day before but on the face of it, there seemed to be little to choose between the two girls. There was little to choose even in the times that both girls arrived, Beth arriving just a couple of minutes before Bindi did and quickly finding herself spirited away to the downstairs guest room by Jemma who announced that they would be using that room as their changing room. When Bindi arrived a moment or two later, I sent her to change in the garage ring where Emma was just checking the construction. No more than 10 minutes later, we were all in the garage, Emma standing in the centre of the ring, barefoot in jeans and a black and white striped top, ready to assume refereeing duties. ‘Do you want to do introductions, like in a proper organised catfight?’ she asked both girls who agreed that they liked the idea.

‘OK then, first in the corner to my left is Beth Henderson. Beth is 18 years old, 5 feet 7 inches tall, 135 lbs and measures 34C-25-34. This is her first official match.’ Beth stepped from her corner, barefoot, to give a little twirl as she removed a red satin bomber jacket. Beneath that she wore red knickers with a flower print on them and a plain red bra. Barefoot, her finger and toe nails were painted in a matching shade of scarlet. ‘And in the corner to my right’ Emma continued ‘is Bindi Patel. Bindi is also 18 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall and 137lbs, measuring 34C-26-35 and she is also in her first match’ Emma finished as Bindi stepped forward, allowing a beautiful yellow kimono to fall to the mat in pool of silk at her feet. She was wearing what she would later describe as her wrestling panties; a relatively skimpy pair of panties in the same shade of yellow as her kimono, trimmed with green piping and white and green tassels hanging from each side. She was topless, foregoing a bra as she showed her confidence in challenging Beth to do the same. ‘I know you want at my titties Beth’ she said, cupping them to point her erect nipples and firm tits at the blonde. ‘Well, here they are; so why don’t you lose the top as well and we can get straight to it?’

As Beth dithered for a moment over the challenge, Bindi adjusted her long brunette hair in to a very loose ponytail, aware perhaps that completely down it provided the short haired blonde with something of an advantage. Bindi’s nails were painted white and shifted anxiously as Beth returned to the corner to consult with Jemma. ‘You don’t have to’ I could hear Jemma telling Beth now, presumably in reference to the challenge to fight topless. ‘I’m going to’ Beth replied, resolve in her voice now ‘she’ll think she’s already got one over me otherwise’ she reasoned, removing her bra and handing it to Jemma before returning, a little bashfully to the centre of the ring.

Now Emma checked in with final instructions, reminding both of the rules before letting them know ‘this is the three-minute round, are you both ready? Fight!’ she shouted, waving at me to start the round timer. The action started slowly, both young women circling each other at distance, perhaps a little unsure on how exactly to get things started now. ‘Come on bitch’ Beth taunted ‘I thought you were going to be a champion catfighter’ she laughed as she challenged Bindi to make the first move. The status quo continued for a bit longer though before Bindi lunged in to slap Beth’s body, immediately paying the price with a return shot to the belly, sending her on to the back foot again. More circling, this time with Bindi telling Beth she was ‘a scared little cow’ for not attacking, and finally, about a minute into the round, the match was properly underway as both sunk their hands in to the other’s hair. Their eyes bored into each other’s as the mutual double hair pull saw each try to force the other back to the ropes, heads forced back as they screeched in pain from the attack. Bindi took the initiative a little, slapping fast to the belly as she changed to just one hand in the hair, and with Beth a little surprised by that, she was able to back the blonde up to a corner of the ring. Now she went back to the two-handed grip of the hair, perhaps a little unwisely as Beth was able to slap hard to the belly herself, and then, going to the hair, she was able to reverse Bindi into the corner.

Now the Indian girl felt the warming effects of Beth’s slaps to her legs, the loud noise of palm on thigh filling the room. Not releasing her double hair hold though, Bindi raised a knee before sending it into Beth’s body, and she was able to force the blonde back out of the corner before releasing one of her hair holds to slap Beth’s pert C-cup breasts. ‘You cow!’ Beth protested, releasing one of her hands from Bindi’s thick brunette locks to return the favour with a slap to the belly and then one to the face. Neither was a hard blow, the blonde almost seeming to pull her slaps a little, but nevertheless, the first time a catfighter takes a slap to the face can be a telling moment. In this case, it was a test Bindi passed with flying colours, not missing a beat as she slapped Beth in the face to return the favour, and retaking the double handed hair grip, she backed Beth up to the walled section of the ring. We were already two minutes into the short three-minute round as Bindi twisted Beth’s head to the side a little by the hair as she had her back to the wall. That drew the first whimper of pain from Beth, but she tried to fight back with a grab of Bindi’s firm tits, but it was a grab seemingly without real intent as Bindi smiled, telling her ‘Mmmmmmm, that feels nice Beth!’ Bindi upped her attack now as time started to run low in the round, going for a crotch grab rather than a claw hold; from the confused expression on Beth’s face, I could tell the crotch hold was troubling her. As Bindi smiled, telling Beth ‘you like that don’t you?’, I heard Jemma shout from the opposite corner ‘don’t let her do that to you Beth!’

Shaken from her reverie by Jemma’s shout, Beth tried to fight back now, slapping Bindi’s breasts with a little more intent before she grabbed the Indian girl’s arm, trying to pull it away from her crotch. Bindi resisted that, leaning her body tightly in to the blonde against the wall, denying her any space to generate power, nuzzling her mouth into the blonde’s neck slightly. She was learning quickly I thought, seemingly already spotting that Beth was a little troubled by the close body contact naturally generated during a catfight and electing to take it that bit further. The timer to end the round sounded, Emma moving quickly to separate the two young women, sending them back to their corners for the two-minute break. Bindi looked confident as she came back to the corner, looking composed like the veteran of many catfights, rather than a first timer. ‘Well done’ I told her ‘you’ve been good so far and it looked like you were getting to her at the end there?’ I asked

‘Thank you Mr Baines’ she replied, smiling a little coyly. ‘I think that the crotch grab was arousing her a little there. Am I allowed to make her cum?’ she enquired.

‘Nothing in the rules to stop it’ I told her ‘my advice is that you shouldn’t get too focussed on that though. Go for the win, and treat that as a bonus if you can get her in to the position’ I suggested.

‘Thank you; that’s what I’ll do. I’ll make sure she’s beaten first’ Bindi smiled.

Emma came into the corner at that point, just to check Bindi wanted to continue. ‘Yes Mrs Baines’ she replied quickly and certainly ‘thank you for checking, but I’m enjoying myself, I want to carry on!’ Bindi told her. No problems there then as Emma moved to check in with Beth over in the other corner to find Jemma telling the blond that ‘you have to fight her off Beth, don’t let her paw you like you’re her property and get you all turned on like that!’ The blonde was nodding in agreement, looking a little dishevelled as a result of Bindi’s hair pulling which had left her tidy pixie cut looking more like an untidy pile of straw. ‘Are you OK, do you want to continue?’ Emma asked the blonde, and she also replied quickly and positively ‘yes Mrs Baines, I’m going to get that bitch now!’

‘OK ladies’ Emma told both as she returned to the centre of the ring, ‘there’s thirty seconds left of the break, then the fight will continue until one of you submits. Are you both clear with that?’ she asked the two still seated fighters who both showed her quickly that they were ready. As she called them back to the centre of the ring, I could see that Jemma was revelling in her role as a corner girl here, animatedly telling Beth what she thought she needed to do. That advice was all well and good, but as always, it really depended if the two fighters would take it on board when the action began with Emma shouting fight.

This time there was a much quicker start to the action with Bindi confidently wading into the blonde with a flurry of slaps to the body that saw Beth quickly backed up to the corner post in her own corner. ‘C’mon Beth!’ Jemma encouraged the blonde from close quarters and the blonde fought back well, hair quickly in her grasp as she returned fire with a couple of slaps to the body. Beth looked for the knee to the body now, and that didn’t pan out too well for her as Beth caught her leg, trapping it against her body. Bindi’s response to that predicament was to lean her body right into the blonde against the corner post as she grabbed for the hair once again. Beth moaned as she felt the burning pain in her scalp now, but she redoubled her own efforts on that front, pulling hair as she also worked on the band holding Bindi’s hair in the pony tail. ‘Oh, you cheeky cow!’ Bindi protested as she felt Beth slowly unravelling her hair band now, knowing that her long hair which came almost to her waist might prove to be a disadvantage in a catfight. In response, she slapped hard at Beth’s face only to find the blonde able to respond by simply shoving the Indian girl in the chest. With her leg still trapped against Beth’s body, Bindi was easily pushed off balance, landing heavily on her backside.

To a more experienced catfighter, Bindi might have presented an inviting target on the floor. As it was, Beth simply grabbed her hair, looming over her as she tried to pull Bindi’s face towards her crotch. I suppose that might have been effective enough had she really completed the move; instead it was the Indian girl, perhaps showing her greater fighting instincts that regained the initiative. Using her legs, she tangled Beth’s legs up quickly, sending the blonde girl falling to the mat. Bindi sprung forward now, looking to gain a pinning position, sat on the chest of the blonde girl, but now Beth showed good instincts of her own, trapping Bindi’s right thigh, scissored between her own and trapped tightly against her crotch.

‘Good Beth!’ Jemma offered enthusiastically from the corner as Beth quickly took advantage of the stressed position, she had Bindi trapped in to deliver a slap to the Indian girl’s belly. ‘You bitch!’ Bindi protested, having been surprised by the stinging blow as she probed Beth’s thighs with a couple of light slaps of her own, looking for a way to get free. Then she reached for the short hair of Beth only for the blonde girl to shift her head just out of reach and grabbed Bindi’s arm to pull her in flat on top of her, bodies in close contact as Beth wrapped an arm around the back of the Indian girl’s neck. It was an embrace of sorts, but not a loving one for Bindi who felt the blonde girl starting to get more power into her rudimentary headlock now. Bindi groaned, and started to try and shift her leg out of the scissor hold as she got a hand in between the two bodies to grab hold of Beth’s stiff left nipple. Now the blonde girl let out a low moan; a kind of half pleasure, half pain sound that intensified as Bindi tried to free herself from the scissors again, her thigh rubbing against the blonde’s crotch.

Bindi squirmed and twisted and managed to get her head out from beneath Beth’s arm now and she quickly slapped the blonde’s face, just hard enough to surprise Beth. Then she had Beth pinned, hands on each shoulder, pinning the blonde firmly to the mat as she started again to try and work her leg out from between Beth’s thighs. Both hockey players were strong legged but as Beth continued to try and use that power to keep Bindi trapped, a different issue started to trouble her more and more. It was the Indian girl who noticed it first of the others in the room; Beth was getting increasingly turned on by Bindi’s thigh rubbing against her crotch. In fact, Bindi was quick to add to her problems, slipping her left hand inside Beth’s knickers to rub sensuously at Beth’s womanhood. As the blonde moaned with pleasure, she at least spotted her opportunity to get her arm back behind Bindi’s head, pulling her face towards her breasts. That wasn’t; exactly helpful for Beth either though unfortunately, Bindi’s tongue immediately starting to flick around the nipple of the blonde who groaned once more.

From the outside, Jemma protested to Emma on behalf of her fighter ‘mum! She can’t do that…...can she?!’

‘Yes, she can dear’ Emma replied ‘there’s nothing in the rules that say otherwise.’

‘Fight her off then Beth!’ Jemma advised, and it was to the blonde’s credit that she did so, pulling Bindi’s face deep into her C-cup breasts, wisely trying to smother the Indian girls who quickly realised her predicament. She tried to pull her head out of the grip, but she was well trapped for now, and in a little bit of trouble. Despite her inexperience, it was quite clear that Bindi was a young lady with a real idea of how to fight, her fingers inside Beth’s knickers moving swiftly from providing pleasure to delivering pain as she pinched at Beth’s pussy. The blonde shrieked loudly at that short-lived attack as Emma asked her ‘do you want to submit Beth?’, the blonde fighter gamely moaning ‘noooo’ in reply.

In truth though, Bindi’s attack had already served its purpose, and her leg free she sprung forwards to straddle Beth’s stomach. I thought that she might move quickly into a face pin position, but instead, Beth’s knickers had taken her eye and she pulled on them hard to rip the waistband. The blonde proved herself to be a quick learner as well though, swinging her legs back to force Bindi off her and laying on her back with her legs in the air, Bindi let out a groan of pain as Beth brought her powerful legs to bear on her in a body scissors. ‘That’s it Beth!’ Jemma yelled out, pleased that her friend had found a way to get back on top. Again, she flexed her long, slender legs, putting the hurt on Bindi, but the Indian girl was already identifying her way out of this predicament. She groaned once more as Beth continued to squeeze but moving quickly, she surprised Beth, shifting her knickers to one side with ease now that they were ripped, and with a glint in her eye, she started to maul the blonde’s womanhood.

Once again, Jemma protested about the situation on behalf of Beth who was shrieking out in pain, and on the mats, I fancied Bindi had things going her way now as she shrugged off Beth’s legs. Now she took a handful of the blonde’s short hair, quickly forcing her to her feet and straight into an Irish whip into the corner I was sat in. Beth hit the post hard, sagging there a little as Bindi came in carefully, whipped a stinging slap across the blonde’s breasts and then, putting her foot into Beth’s stomach, she grabbed her head, fell back and monkey flipped her to the centre of the ring. It wasn’t the move of a first timer for sure, and a shocked blonde wheeled through the air before she landed hard at the centre of the ring. Bindi followed up confidently delivering a leg drop across the breasts of the fallen blonde, crushing the air from her body. Bindi smiled with the look of a girl who now knew that her opponent was almost done. Beth was naked now, the Irish whip in to the corner followed by the monkey flip proving move than enough for her already torn knickers. Bindi reached over now, picking them up before she dropped heavily to sit on Beth’s chest. I recognised that Bindi looked like she’d grown in confidence throughout the fight, and she shifted her position forward now, stopping only to drop Beth’s own discarded knickers on to her face, before she sat on top of them on Beth’s face, immediately reaching back to play her fingers lightly inside the blonde. Despite herself, Beth groaned with pleasure, Bindi’s fingers expertly making her forget the smothering power of her ass squarely on her face for a moment. It was almost too late when the blonde belatedly remembered to start fighting back as Bindi ground her ass and pussy all over her face. A hand was laced through the blonde’s hair as well now, making sure that there was now chance of her moving her head to one side to take in a much-needed gulp of air. Bindi’s fingers were working her pussy with increasing intensity now too, and Beth moaned once more ‘oooooooooooohhhhhh! Bindi……. stop……. Mmmmmnnnggghhhh……stop Bindi……...you win…...you win!!’

Beth wasn’t going to get released quite that quickly though if Bindi had her way, she wanted to force the blonde to cum beneath her first. Beth was close too, but it wasn’t to be at this point, Bindi being told to break by Emma who told her ‘that’s enough for today young lady, you win, but if you want to finish her off like that, then that’s on your own time!’

‘Fair enough Mrs Baines’ Bindi said, continuing to apologies ‘I’m sorry, I got a little carried away there’ Then she looked down at Beth, leaning down to pick up the knickers off the blonde’s face. ‘If you want these back Beth, then come to my place when we are back at uni. We’ll finish this part off in private’ she told the ailing blonde.

There was one more surprise before the action ended for the day though. Jemma confidently challenging Bindi to a catfight as soon as she was allowed. ‘I know who want to take on in my first match now. It’s you Bindi! Do you accept my challenge?’ Jemma asked the Indian girl who smiled at her. ‘Yes, I will be honoured to fight you next. And unlike Beth here, I will be making you cum after I’ve beaten you Jemma’ she said, adding ‘now, do you accept that challenge?’

‘Yes, I do Bindi. I won’t fight you until I’m 18, which is 8 weeks today. So how does the following day sound to you?

‘Fine by me’ Bindi said confidently in reply, ‘fine by me….’

The action concluded for the day at that point, and after a little while, both young ladies had left, Bindi wearing the confident glow of a catfighter with their first win while Beth, not really any the worse for wear from the match, was a little more subdued. I wondered if Bindi would make good on her promise of a second more private encounter with Beth back at the university. There was also the question of someone getting Jemma ready for her first match as well in just a few short weeks’ time, especially when she couldn’t really fight anyone seriously until her 18^th birthday.

It was our daughter her first broached that issue with us, not long after the girls had left. ‘So, mum’ she asked Emma ‘I know it’s going to be difficult for me to get good training just yet. I’m too young, I get that. But I’m going to fight in 8 weeks’ time, and I’m fine with that. I know a bit, but I was wondering, could you and Grandma Debbie maybe show me some of your fights, and perhaps help me learn that way?’ she enquired.

‘That might be a good idea Jem’ Emma said to her ‘we’ve got quite an extensive back catalogue between us. You have to know that neither of us win all the time though sweetie, so be prepared to see us in some pretty bad situations. And another idea for you to think about, would you like to be in the ring when I fight maybe, so you can get a real up-close idea of what goes one in there?’

‘Well that would be great I think mum’ Jemma agreed, asking ‘but how could I do that?’

‘Well, there’s normally a referee in matches. So, there’s generally three in the ring anyway’ Emma said. ‘I’ve seen one or two women do a match with someone learning taking the place of the referee. Not to referee, but to watch the action close up. If I can get a woman to fight me here without a referee so that you can take that position, and she agrees it, then maybe that would work. Your dad will look in to it’ Emma announced, looking at me ‘so hopefully we’ll manage it. In the meantime, I will have a word with Grandma Debbie, because she’s got a couple of matches in her back catalogue that I’d love to see, so maybe we can watch one of those together with her as well.’

‘Sounds great mum’ Jemma said ‘I hope I can be in the ring and watch you fight!’

‘Be warned though dear, I don’t expect your dad to pick me an easy opponent. I want him to find me a tough challenge, so you might just have to sit there and watch her beat on me at times. You can’t interfere. You get that don’t you?’ she asked Jemma.

‘Of course, mum’ Jemma agreed ‘I understand. I won’t interfere on your behalf until the day I’m your tag team partner’ she smiled!