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A Chip Off The Old Block

By Wolfboy

Jemma makes her debut against Bindi

Outfit shopping had been an important part of Jemma’s preparations to face Bindi as she and Emma had headed to the shops to find some suitable outfits. I winced at the impact on the finances of sending the two women in my life shopping to buy fight outfits, and wasn’t exactly surprised to see Jemma return with several bags of shopping. Her total haul included a red bikini and a white bikini in a matching style, each with a logo across the chest and a zip front. Another bag revealed a couple of lace bodysuits in black and an electric blue colour along with an assortment of stockings. Her final bag seemed to consist mainly of panties in various colours, but most prominently, emerald green, a shade sure to compliment her fabulous red hair perfectly.

‘We got a few different styles’ Emma shrugged ‘although we’re pretty sure Bindi will want to fight topless as she did with Beth, so Jemma is definitely ready for that’ she said.

‘Makes sense’ I agreed ‘I can see her wanting to do that with you again Jem. Have you talked about rules yet?’ I asked both.

‘Sort of’ Jemma told me. ‘We’re going to make final agreement when she’s here at the weekend, but it’s likely to be the same as when she fought Beth. The first round might be extended to five minutes is about the only thing we’re likely to change’ Jemma said.

‘And we have a ref this time too’ Emma told me ‘I couldn’t very well referee this time as its Jemma fighting, so I’ve got one of the Smythe referees to come down and help out.’ she said.

‘Bindi is fine with fighting here though?’ I asked

‘Yeah, she said so’ Jemma replied. ‘She doesn’t have a place of her own where she can fight yet, so she is happy with here. I’ve agreed that when she does have somewhere of her own to fight, then I’ll fight her there as well’ Jemma smiled.

‘Looking ahead already!’ I laughed ‘make sure you focus on Bindi first. She carried herself confidently for a first timer against Beth I thought. She has the advantage of having fought before don’t forget’ I said.

‘I know dad’ Jemma admitted, before she added with a hint of devilment ‘but she’s not fought me yet has she……’

Fight day always brought excitement and nerves with it, and it usually involved us trying to spirit Jemma away, usually to Debbie’s. Today, it involved a good luck call from Debbie who had Jemma laughing as she told her ‘remember to be a bitch in there Jem!’ Along with Emma, Jemma had spent the previous evening watching one of Debbie’s old matches too, hopefully picking up some hints. Then there was the usual preparation of getting the ring built; in time, I was sure that Jemma would have her own fighting venue, but for now this would be it, and she took an interest in helping to build the ring. As much as it was getting her familiar with the process of building the ring, it was also helping her to get a feel for the surroundings she would be fighting in. Then it was all about preparing for the match, Jemma starting by painting her nails a nice shade of emerald green, presumably to match her outfit for the fight. After that, the always anxious wait to see if the opponent would show; less of an issue today as we were as confident as you could ever be that Bindi would show. Our referee arrived first Bindi following not long after; a surprise too as Bindi would be seconded by Beth, the blonde that she had beaten here previously. ‘Her penalty for losing to me a second time’ Bindi explained, adding ‘I thought I should have a second of my own today. It would be unfair to ask you to second me against your own daughter Mr Baines’ she said.

There was a bit of small talk, an agreement from Bindi that I could watch the action as long as I offered no advice, something I figured wasn’t really an issue given that Emma would be in Jemma’s corner anyway. Some more small talk, and then the girls heading to separate rooms as they would make their final preparations for the fight. At that point, I took the referee for the afternoon through to the garage; I knew Karen pretty well from previously having refereed some of Emma’s matches. Bindi and Jemma would be in pretty safe hands with her I knew, having refereed plenty of big fights in the past. ‘You know she’s going to be just fine Steve’ Karen said to me, reading the thoughts that were playing on my mind. ‘Jemma looks like a confident kid, and trust me, I’ve seen a lot of women fight over the years. Jemma has that one thing you can’t manufacture; she looks to me like she wants it. You and Emma haven’t made her do this; this is her choice. In my experience, that usually means that she’ll enjoy it whatever happens. So, try to enjoy it……we don’t want you making the poor girl nervous, do we?’ she laughed.

To be honest, it was just the talk that I needed as I found myself a seat on the couch furthest away from the corner, I knew Jemma would take with Emma. If I wasn’t to offer advice, it made sense to be as far away as possible I figured. Then there was another wait, some more small talk with Karen as we awaited Bindi or Jemma to arrive first in the garage. No doubt, there were some last-minute preparations going on in both rooms, and then the door opened and Bindi walked in followed by Beth, and then immediately Jemma with Emma in tow, closing the door as she entered. Contrasting styles for both young ladies were evident too. Both were barefoot as they entered the ring, Bindi once again wearing her fabulous yellow silk kimono to the ring. Arriving in her corner, the Indian girl took a hair tie from her wrist using it to again tie her hair very loosely into a pony tail. Then she took two pairs of panties from the pocket of her kimono, tying them to the middle ring rope in her corner, one pair either side of the turnbuckle. I recognised the flowery red panties she had taken from Beth not so long ago and there were a matching pink pair with them that I could only assume were the spoils of victory from her second meeting with Beth more recently.

However, she had come by them, it created a powerful enough image in the corner where her two victories were clearly marked out by the panties. It was an image though that seemed to have limited impact on Jemma who was well prepared for the fight mentally by Emma least; physically prepared, we would have to wait and see. The contrast in appearance between the two girls was quite stark. Bindi’s dark skin and brunette hair against Jemma’s very lightly tanned skin and brilliant red hair. Where Bindi wore her kimono, carrying herself with the air of a young lady feeling very at home in the ring already, Jemma made a less assuming figure, wearing a strappy white sundress over her chosen fight attire for now. That wouldn’t be the case for much longer though as Karen came to the centre of the ring, preparing to get things underway as she started introductions.

‘First of all ladies, rules’ she began, ‘you’ve agreed to a one submission catfight with an opening period of five minutes in which there may be no submission. You’ve agreed that there should only be slaps allowed, but to all parts of the body. There will be no kicks, punches, knees or elbows allowed. The final session is untimed until one of you submits. Bindi, you asked if you were allowed to make Jemma cum during the match, so I’ll say this for both of you; that is an option you may use if you wish. One final point, you have both agreed that the winner keeps the loser’s panties. Is that all correct? Karen enquired. Both nodded their agreement with some enthusiasm to confirm she was right. ‘OK, well I can see you’re both itching to get started, so let’s do some introductions’ she smiled ‘and then you two can get into it. So, on my right is Miss Bindi Patel. Bindi is 19 years old. She is 5 feet 6 inches tall and weighs 139lbs. She measures 34C-26-35 and she has 1 win from 1 official catfight.’

At that, Bindi stepped forward to allow Beth to remove her silk kimono for her. Once more, she was topless, just as Jemma had expected. As before, Bindi was wearing her wrestling panties, skimpy enough yellow panties trimmed in green piping and with white and green tassels hanging at each side. Her short nails were painted white as she showed off before turning to return to her corner. Over in her corner, I could see that Jemma was excited by the prospect of the fight now, her stiffening nipples showing beneath her lightweight white dress. Bindi had left the challenge of a topless fight hanging in the air, but she needn’t have worried as Jemma’s white dress hid no secret attire, or that fact that she was evidently quite aroused at being in the ring either for that matter. Karen continued the introductions now ‘and over to my left is Miss Jemma Baines. Jemma is 18 years old; she is 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs 147lbs. She measures 36D-23-36 and she is having her first official catfight today.’

Now Jemma stepped from the corner to remove her white dress over her head, a little ungainly perhaps as she did so. No doubt she was a cocktail of nerves, excitement and anticipation right now. She was topless, just wearing an emerald green thing, mainly in lace with some black mesh inserts; having anticipated Bindi’s inevitable topless challenge, she was ready, prepared for the challenge from the start. While Bindi might not get the advantage she perhaps expected from being topless, I fancied that it was likely she’d look for a fast start here, trying to take advantage of Jemma’s inexperience. As both young ladies looked ready, stretching, shifting anxiously on their bare feet in their respective corners, Karen just slipped through the ropes, shouting ‘fight!’ as she pressed the timer button down and Jemma’s start as a catfighter began inauspiciously as she immediately took a slap to the face from Bindi before her long flame red hair was grabbed and she was almost forced down into a standing head scissors straight away by the Indian girl. If there was one thing on Jemma’s side early one, it was that she’d always been a naturally strong girl, and she was able to shrug the scissor attempt off and slap Bindi in the belly as she tried to get free of the hair pull. Bindi held firm though and Jemma was straight into a spot of early trouble as Bindi kept her head forced down and slapped her hard to the upper back and then to the sides of her D cup breasts, the sound of Bindi’s hand on Jemma’s pale skin filling the room.

I was pleased to see Jemma was hardly shying away from it though, that first taste of catfight action was always tough to predict a fighter’s reaction to. She needed to get out of the early predicament though, and she slapped furiously at Bindi’s body and her thighs, trying to diminish the Indian girl’s enthusiasm for the early tussle. Bindi pulled hard on the hair again, almost forcing Jemma off balance and to her knees before Jemma spotted her opportunity and got her fingers into Bindi’s breasts for the first time, squeezing her left breast hard. That got Jemma’s hair out of the Indian girl’s grasp for now. and with a shove to the chest, Bindi forced Jemma away. The first taste of catfighting and Jemma seemed eager for more, rushing back in to engage in a rough embrace with Bindi as she wrapped an arm around her head and slapped her ass while Bindi tried to force some separation. A first taste then for the Indian girl of Jemma’s power; although she was 147lbs, she looked bigger than that as she demonstrated her extra strength to Bindi who responded in catty style, clawing at Jemma’s belly to draw a yelp from her. Thrown just a little off balance by that attack, Jemma found herself surprised now as Bindi rolled her over her hip, allowing her to fall a little heavily to the mat.

The ground was never a good place to find yourself in during a catfight, especially when that ground was at the feet of your opponent. Fortunately for Jemma, kicking wasn’t allowed, but as she tried to get to her feet quickly, Bindi bunted her hip into Jemma’s side, knocking her to her belly down on the mat. Bindi wasted no further time now in taking advantage of the situation, delivering a full body splash, dropping her 139lbs across Jemma’s back. Bindi went straight to the hair, snatching a handful that made Jemma screech in surprise, feeling the burning pain in her scalp. Her Indian tormentor had a look of glee on her face which was wiped off almost immediately as Jemma was able to reach back and grab a rough side headlock that she tried to punish Bindi with. Now the Indian girl lost her grip of Jemma’s hair but shifted to straddle her back despite being in the headlock and she slapped into the side of Jemma’s right breast a couple of times before testing her with a breast maul. ‘Ahh shit!’ I heard Jemma moan as she tried to crank on the headlock again now, feeling the pain in her breasts, and the situation suddenly got a bit worse for her as Bindi snuck out of the back door of the headlock, forcing Jemma’s arm up her back in a hammerlock.

‘Come on Jemma, I thought you’d be better!’ Bindi taunted as she held the hammer lock for a moment before going to the hair and using it to force Jemma to her feet. Now Jemma surprised her once again as she was reeled into a side headlock by Bindi, delivering two back hand slaps to her belly, and as she squirmed clear of the headlock, Jemma took a standing crotch grab on Bindi. The Indian girl’s eyes went a little wider at that, surprise rather than pain registering as perhaps the main emotion, but she recovered quickly to go for a double maul of Jemma’s D cups and now the two young fighters engaged in a battle of wills. Briefly however it turned out, Bindi startling Jemma with another slap to the face before rushing her back to her own corner. Jemma’s back hit the turnbuckles and Bindi’s hand hit her across the breasts with a knife edged chop that stung, drawing a little moan from Jemma’s lips. She tried to force her way off the turnbuckles, but Bindi pressed her body into her there in the corner, holding her in place for a moment before she used a grip of the hair to help her roll Jemma over her hip to the mat once more. This time, landing on her back, Jemma found herself trapped quickly in a cross pin by Bindi. It wasn’t perfectly applied, the Indian girl’s inexperience showing a little as she failed to scissor Jemma’s arm, allowing her to immediately slap her arse. Jemma got her other hand into Bindi’s hair too, the Indian fighter immediately doing the same the fighting got down and dirty late in the five-minute round.

Bindi had a hand free that quickly moved southwards down Jemma’s body, stopping to deliver a resounding flat handed slap to her belly that must have left her a little winded. Bindi didn’t stop there though, tugging on the front of Jemma’s emerald green thong for a second before her fingers were inside it, and Jemma’s womanhood, sensually working to arouse Jemma very effectively. It was something that Bindi had promised to do, and Jemma suddenly found herself flat out and getting finger fucked by the erotically charged Indian teen. As her fingers worked hard inside Jemma, the heel of her hand hit against the pit of her stomach a couple of times, and even from my vantage point, as Jemma let out a low moan, it was clear to see that her nipples were starting to stiffen again in response to Bindi’s attentions. Time was Jemma’s friend in this instance as she pulled hard at Bindi’s hair now once more causing Bindi to moan ‘Oww, get off my hair you bitch!’

‘Stop fucking me then you perv! It’s supposed to be a fight!’ Jemma protested, quickly moaning ‘Ooooohhhhh!’ as she felt the Indian girl’s fingers still expertly working on her.

‘The ref said it was allowed remember!’ Bindi replied, matter of factly as Jemma slapped her arse once again, went to the hair hard again and then breathed a sigh of relief I fancied as Karen called time when the buzzer sounded. ‘You were close then Jemma’ Bindi smirked as she gave Jemma’s left nipple a little tweak as she climbed off her. ‘I know you like girls you ginger tart’ she shot over her shoulder as she headed to her corner taking up position on a stool there and telling Beth to towel her off.

‘It’s not true mum!’ Jemma had apparently bemoaned as she went back to the corner at the end of the round.

‘Doesn’t matter if you do or you don’t hun’ Emma had smiled at her ‘still love you just the same babe. What you have to try and do is not let them use something like that against you in a fight. Remember? That’s what you’re here for, a fight!’

‘Yes mum……I will try to fight her instead!’ Jemma agreed. ‘She’s quick though, she’s beating me to everything at the moment’ Jemma said.

‘Yes, she is’ Emma agreed ‘but she’s not actually faster than you. She’s more confident and decisive when she sees an opening, so she’s getting her moves off quicker. So, you need to relax, fight naturally, and remember what your Grandma told you this morning……be a bitch in there Jem. That’s what you’re here for!’ Emma advised.

‘Oh right!’ Jemma laughed ‘she did tell me to be a bitch, didn’t she? I guess she’s right!’

‘She is’ Emma said ‘and if I was you, I’d start by getting her hair out of that prissy fucking ponytail and ripping in to it Jem. She doesn’t want you going after her long hair so that’s not a bad place to start!’ Emma advised.

‘Gotcha mum!’ Jemma smiled as she got off her stool to prepare to start the second session, the one that would decide the outcome of the one submission fight. Bindi too came out of the corner, looking confident, already telling Jemma to ‘get ready to cum bitch!’

Karen just made sure that both young ladies were aware of the situation now that the match would continue until it was won by submission. Then she instructed them to fight and the first thirty seconds were a flurry of activity; Bindi slapped for Jemma’s face, this time finding the attempt blocked by Jemma who slapped her tits hard. Bindi looked on the back foot only to get a back-hand slap into Jemma’s belly before using a handful of flame red hair to reel her into a side headlock. Jemma backed her up to the ropes, delivered a forearm to the rib cage and then sent the Indian girl off into the ropes, aiming to clothesline her only for Bindi to duck that and grab the hair again as she pulled her back into the side headlock. Jemma groaned to find herself caught again but then just lifted and basically dropped Bindi on the mat, dropping quickly to her knees at the side of her before trying to plunge her tits into Bindi’s face, the result presumably of her fascination with Nicky smothering Debbie in the match she’d watched the previous evening. The Indian girl managed to block that attempt for a second or two with a handful of hair, Jemma’s stiff nipples hovering just above her face as Bindi flicked her tongue across them. ‘Perv!’ Jemma protested, slapping at Bindi’s arm to try and get her hand out of her hair to complete the move. Stalemate it seemed as Bindi held firm, blocking Jemma’s attempt to smother her. It looked like Debbie’s words from the morning telling Jemma to ‘be a bitch’ were starting to pay off though. Bindi’s breasts were unprotected for the moment, and Jemma launched some stinging slaps to them, forcing Bindi to cry out in pain for the first time in the fight.

Not wanting to get trapped just focussing on one thing though, Jemma pulled on Bindi’s wrestling panties for a moment, telling her ‘these are going to be mine soon.’ That moved her tits away from Bindi’s face though and the quick-witted Indian girl released the hair, shot her arm around her neck and pulled Jemma in tight on top of her, almost completing a smother of her own as she did so. Jemma’s face was just below Bindi’s breasts much to the chagrin of the Indian girl who thought she’d secured the breast smother, but she had control for the moment as she held Jemma there. She slapped the top of Jemma’s head once as Jemma pawed at her face for a moment before showing a surprisingly good awareness to clamp down a hand smother over Bindi’s nose and mouth. Clever from Jemma, a move designed to weaken an opponent but then she groaned with pain as Bindi’s fingers probed around the back of her thong for a moment, grabbing the back of it and pulling into a wedgie. Both girls moaned now, Bindi’s a little more muffled by Jemma’s hand in her face, and the action continued without either girl really knowing if they were on top. Jemma had a hand free in the mix and rather than try to get herself out of the head lock. She started to pull at Bindi’s wrestling panties with a little more force, a frontal wedgie forcing the fabric up into the Indian’s pussy giving the first hint of the thick thatch of pubic hair her panties had hidden so far.

Bindi was in a spot of bother as she moaned loudly feeling the fabric cut into her before Jemma stopped pulling and started to slap at her belly hard. Then she again remembered Debbie’s advice to be a bitch and she elected to sink a claw hold into Bindi’s belly, drawing another moan of pain. Bindi moaned but she had a change of plan herself, stopping pulling the back of Jemma’s thong and instead and instead looked to get her fingers into Jemma’s pussy once more. Now it was Jemma who let out a bit of a shriek as she felt Bindi’s fingers playing across her womanhood as she searched for the target she desired. Jemma was in trouble now; she couldn’t help but be turned on by Bindi’s contact with her pussy again. She might learn to cope better with it as she got more experience, as Emma had over her early matches too, but right now, it was a problem for her. She did remember that she was here to fight though, and she still had the hand smother in place which had to be draining on the Indian girl too. Gathering herself as she moaned once more, Jemma started to flail away with a flurry of slaps to Bindi’s body that finally forced the Indian girl to defend herself rather than use her fingers to trouble Jemma. Bindi used a double handful of hair now, trying to roll Jemma beneath her, but now Jemma showed good intuition, dropping as flat as she could on top of Bindi to make herself almost impossible to roll.

Bindi was a clever fighter too though for one so inexperienced, and she quickly used the double handful of hair to try and force Jemma’s face in to her breasts once more. ‘Come on bitch, suck on my titties!’ she taunted Jemma as she was slowly forced towards a face full of Bindi’s firm tits, and again Jemma was back in a spot of trouble. She released the hand smother now, wanting to try and force herself out of Bindi’s breast smother quickly, slapping at Bindi’s side but the Indian girl seemed to have her well trapped despite being beneath her as Jemma moved to straddle her body at least. She still had a face full of tits though which was definitely a problem as Bindi pulled two handfuls of hair in opposite directions to give her that kind of burning pain in the scalp again. Jemma cried out, a little muffled by the smother that may not have been airtight but was definitely draining, and after just four minutes of second round action, the fight seemed to be at a key moment. Jemma had to try to escape the potentially draining move, was struggling with the hair pulling of Bindi a little and it seemed the Indian girl’s work on her thong had that riding up a little uncomfortably between her butt cheeks too.

From her position on top of Bindi though, Jemma had a position to attack from, throwing slaps into the Indian girl’s sides. When that proved largely ineffective, with Bindi laughing ‘that all you’ve got you ginger bitch?’ at Jemma, it was time for a rethink. ‘No’ Jemma replied firmly, finding her intended target and slapping down hard into Bindi’s face twice. It was a shock effect for the Indian girl more than anything, and she instinctively tried to block any more slaps with her arms, releasing Jemma’s hair as she did so. Jemma broke free of the smother, sucking in a couple of deep gasps of air as she set about inflicting some more pain on Bindi now. Sat low on her stomach, Bindi’s firm tits were an inviting target and Jemma wasn’t messing around at this point, sinking a deep breast claw in with her left hand. Her right reached for Bindi’s long hair as she ragged her head to the side, the Indian girl squealing in protest, but also reaching for Jemma’s hair with her right hand too. It was the less effective of the two hair pulls, but Bindi’s left hand reached for Jemma’s emerald green thong now, pulling it as she got her fingers hooked inside the waistband. Jemma worked hard on the breast maul now, forcing a long, low, moan of pain out of Bindi who suddenly found the fight going in a direction she was less happy with. She knew that her work pulling on Jemma’s thong was causing trouble to the flame haired girl sat on top of her at this stage though, and she upped her efforts there, rewarded by the slight sounds of ripping as the fabric of the flimsy lace and mesh garment started to struggle with Bindi’s pulling.

Jemma made the decision to try and stop Bindi pulling on her thong now, reaching back to slap at the Indian girl’s arm and in a flash, she found herself rolled off to the mat by a fast bridge from Bindi. Keeping hold of the thong throughout, Bindi was rewarded with further sounds of a tearing thong before Jemma was finally able to squirm free of her grasp. Both teens were able to regain their feet now, surveying the damage they’d sustained as they did. Jemma’s finger marks were clear in Bindi’s breasts at the moment, both had their hair looking pretty dishevelled. Jemma’s thong had sustained some damage too, the waistband on her right hip only holding on by the tiniest of fabric slivers, protecting her modesty for now at least. It may not have escaped Bindi’s notice either as she slapped at Jemma’s face, warming her cheek before she rushed her, body to body, back to the walled section of the ring now. Both girls fought for control as they battled there, Jemma’s back to the wall with one of Bindi’s hands wrapped in her hair. She had responded in kind of course, but it didn’t seem enough to keep Bindi off her at the moment with the Indian girl going for close body contact, pressing her breasts into Jemma. Now, the thong became the prime target for Bindi who tried to reach for it, knowing that she could rip it from Jemma to leave her fighting naked in her very first experience of competitive catfighting.

I know that Emma had tried to drill into her daughter to never get fixed on protecting an outfit and to keep fighting hard at all times. In the heat of the battle though I wasn’t surprised to see her reach for Bindi’s free arm to try and stop her attempt, grabbing her at the wrist as she did so. The Indian girl was unperturbed by that move though as she simply worked her wrist round in Jemma’s grasp, slowly working it free before surprising her by slamming her whole body into Jemma, tit to tit against the wall. That was an impact to shock any woman in a fight, and unsurprisingly, Jemma lost her grip of Bindi’s wrist at that point. She frantically looked to defend her hip now, realising too late that Bindi had cleverly switched her target to slap her straight in the crotch hard before converting that to a standing pussy grab. Jemma let out a whine of surprise more than anything as the grab was very much on the borderline between pain and pleasure for her. As she had seemed to earlier, Jemma looked troubled by it, her nipples starting to react to it, a situation not aided at all when Bindi dipped her head in to suck sensually on her left nipple, rolling her tongue over it again as she elicited an increasingly aroused moan from Jemma. ‘Mmmmmmm…...’ Bindi cooed in her ear ‘that’s right bitch, you definitely don’t like girls, do you?’ evidently feeling Jemma becoming more aroused by the moment.

Bindi felt evidently that it was time to strike the telling blow now, and look to finish Jemma off. Releasing the crotch grab almost as abruptly as she’d applied it, she gave Jemma a fast back handed slap in the stomach and then with a real flourish, grabbed and tore at the waistband of Jemma’s thong, ending its brave attempt to keep Jemma covered with some ease as it gave way. Then she went to the hair, looking I think to snap mare Jemma towards the centre of the ring by it, wanting her down on the mat to administer more pain and punishment. I don’t know if it was ring awareness or just pure good fortune, but as her thong started to make its way down her legs, losing its battle with gravity and exposing a neatly trimmed, thin, landing strip of flame red pubic hair, Jemma grabbed the top ring rope. It may have been at the cost of some pain from the fierce hair pull, but it stopped her getting thrown towards centre ring, and as she struggle continued, Bindi ripping at her hair now, Jemma was able to get her fingers back into Bindi’s breasts, slapping upwards five times in rapid succession in to her right breast before converting the last one to a maul. With short nails on both young ladies, it was Jemma’s fingers alone that were causing the pain, evidently doing a good job of it though Bindi cried out ‘my fucking tits! You bitch!’

‘Awwww, does it hurt Bindi?’ Jemma mocked, now happy to be the one dishing it out, Bindi releasing her hair as she tried to protect her breast. The perfect chance then for Jemma to get that hair tie out of her rival’s hair which she did with aplomb, releasing Bindi’s long brunette hair and immediately grabbing a fist full of it to force her in to the corner of the ring. Keeping the hair hold for a moment, Jemma released the breast maul but slammed a slap down onto the top of each breast, drawing a little shriek from Bindi. The fight had become just that again, a fight, although Jemma had to avoid an attempted crotch grab to keep it that way. Watching from afar, the way the two girls had fought so far reminded me a little of watching Debbie take on sexfighter Maria McDonald many years earlier. Without the same level of skill perhaps, but Jemma seemed the stronger fighter while Bindi was no slouch and had some sex fighting tactics to, at the very least, even the battle up.

Jemma looked resolved to the fact that she had to keep it to fighting here, and she did that well, now slapping Bindi’s belly hard to drain a little bit of the fight from the Indian girl. She fired back though, a backhand across Jemma’s stomach as well that seemed to lack a little of her earlier snap I felt. Bindi was still dangerous to Jemma though, and she needed to attack her carefully still. Irish Whipping the Indian girl hard into the corner where Emma was sat then, I was pleased to see that she took her time coming across the ring to continue the attack. It would have been easy for her to rush in and find nobody at home. As it was, the slower approach served her well as she blocked a slap to the face before leaning in to Bindi in the corner and giving her a taste of her own medicine with a crotch grab of her own. Judging by the look in Bindi’s eyes, there was a good deal more intent to hurt in Jemma’s crotch hold, and as the Indian girl groaned ‘Aaaaaggghhh! You cow!’ I fancied Jemma had things going her way now.

As ever in competitive catfighting though, things were never as straightforward as they might appear to be. Jemma walked Bindi from the corner with her crotch hold now and lifted her looking to body slam her. Confidently too, she lifted her Indian rival with relative ease. Then Bindi wriggled, able to slip out of the move across the shoulder and on the blind-side of the referee she employed a short punch to the lower back, putting Jemma on her knees. Nobody had spotted the move closer to the ring, and to her credit, Jemma didn’t protest, not as she had time as Bindi pulled her up by the hair and slammed her face first into the top turnbuckle. There, she spun Jemma around, landing a fierce chop across her D cup breasts that stung her, leaving her clutching her tits in the corner as Bindi backed it up towards the middle of the ring. Then the Indian girl charged, wanting to crush Jemma against the turnbuckles and she paid the price for not having the caution Jemma had earlier as she found nothing waiting for her in the corner other than a hard impact against the buckles that took the wind out of her sails.

‘Silly cow!’ Jemma taunted her, delivering a firm slap to the stomach as she asked her ‘did you really think I was that hurt bitch?’ before leading Bindi from the corner by her hair. This time the slam was delivered with a little less ceremony but no less intent and power as no sooner had she lifted Bindi than she planted the Indian girl with authority at the centre of the mats. ‘Oooofff!’ Bindi moaned as Jemma sat down heavily on top of her now, high on her chest, quickly able to pin her hands to the mat above her head. ‘No! No!’ Bindi protested as she realised Jemma’s intent to sit on her face and smother her to submission. Not before she eased Bindi’s wrestling panties part way down her legs though, stopping at mid-thigh, content to have fully exposed her pussy and impressively thick bush. ‘Yes! Yes!’ Jemma now taunted as she moved forward quickly to complete the face sit, naked on Bindi’s face, drawing a very muffled shriek from the Indian girl. With more experience, I fancied that Bindi might well have attempted to eat her way out of the predicament, but not today. Jemma ground her pussy and ass hard on the face of the Indian girl, rolling her hips as she looked to drive her into submission. ‘I can’t breathe!’ Bindi moaned, at least it sounded vaguely like that anyway as Jemma told her to ‘give up if you can’t breathe bitch!’

A brief moment of inactivity from Bindi, then she bridged to no avail. Jemma reached back now, slapping her tits hard, never stopping that grinding motion though as she tried to rub in her superiority late in the fight in now. Another lull from Bindi, one more attempt to bridge, and then as Jemma reached back to squeeze her right breast again, the back of Bindi’s hands thrashed furiously at the mat. ‘Do you give bitch?’ Jemma asked as Bindi let out a muffled cry to say that she did, and the fight was over! Jemma had won her first match, standing over Bindi for a moment now to remove the yellow wrestling panties from her defeated rival. Then Karen took both girls to the centre of the ring, raising Jemma’s right hand in victory as she dangled Bindi’s panties from the fingers of her left hand.

It was a stark contrast in the looks on the faces of the two girls now as Bindi looked crestfallen at her first taste of defeat as she headed back to her corner, snapping at Beth to throw her the yellow kimono that she had worn at the start because she was naked. Jemma meanwhile had a big smile across her face as she returned to her corner to hug Emma in celebration before she suddenly seemed to realise that she too was naked. ‘Ewww! Mum, throw me my dress, I’m naked here!’ she said, suddenly self-conscious to find herself without clothes.

‘I know dear, you have been for a little while now!’ Emma said, passing Jemma the white dress which she hastily put on over her head, the thin fabric doing little to disguise her still stiff nipples.

‘Have I?’ Jemma asked; she would tell us later on that she’d been so caught up in the fight action at the end of the match that she didn’t really remember having her thong ripped off late in the bout.

Bindi now left the ring area with Beth and Karen now, the young blonde Beth turning to mouth ‘well done babe!’ to Jemma before continuing after Bindi. There were no overtly hard feelings before Bindi and Beth left the house, although the look in Bindi’s eyes did convey the look to back up her claim that she would ‘get you later Jemma!’

‘You’re welcome anytime’ Jemma replied, suggesting that the two could become regular rivals.

After a quick phone call to Debbie, in which Jemma told her all about her win, and the fact that she had ‘remembered to be a bitch, just like you said!’ it was time for a quick debrief on the action with our victorious daughter.

Emma went first and she told Jemma ‘well done honey, that’s the hardest match you’ll ever have out of the way. Trust me. I’ve fought for titles and cash prizes all around the world, and there’s no match tougher than your first because everything comes at you so quickly doesn’t it?’

‘It really did, especially in that first five minutes. That was the most difficult part. I was too hesitant in that bit’ Jemma admitted.

‘The only things you need to learn really are to relax and to fight naturally. Always fight hard and as dirty as the rules will allow you to as well of course’ she smiled. ‘A bit like your Grandma said, be a bitch in there!’ she laughed. ‘And try not to let someone get to you with words’ Emma also wisely advised. ‘You may or may not be attracted to girls. I don’t care either way, as I told you at the time, I love you just the same no matter what. The truth is that sometimes I get turned on in there’ Emma continued as Jemma pulled a look that said ‘too much information mum!’ Emma laughed and continued ‘I guess the point that I’m getting at is that it doesn’t matter too much, if you’re attracted to your opponent or not, if she does the right things, you’ll get turned on Jem, that’s just how it is. Just don’t respond to the taunts because they’ll come after you even more if you do!’ she told her.

‘Gotcha mum!’ Jemma smiled ‘poker face it is then!’

‘It’s not always so straight forward’ I chimed in, ‘but your mum is right, you do have to take things in your stride in there. Like you did when she punched you in the back near the end. You didn’t complain, just suckered her in and finished her off like a pro’ I smiled.

‘I know!’ Jemma shrieked ‘the cheating cow! She paid for it with a face full though so it was all good in the end!’ she laughed.

‘So’ I said ‘I think I know the answer to this, but do you want us to find you another opponent then? Someone you don’t know this time?’ I asked her.

‘Oh yes! I’m ready to fight again tomorrow!’ Jemma pronounced.

‘Well it might just take your dad a little longer than that, but I’m sure we’ll find you someone pretty easily’ Emma said, leaving me with the task of finding a suitable opponent for an eager 18-year-old catfighter with one win beneath her belt.