A few years ago I was dating a girl named Hannah. One hot summer night, we were in a pub in a working class part of town and two women started arguing, really getting in each other?s faces. It got very heated and they both decided to step outside and sort it out with their claws. Everyone tumbled outside to watch the fight. Hannah, who was a very pretty and sweet thing, pretended to disapprove, but she practcially dragged me out to watch. As they kicked off their shoes, tied their hair back and started circling one another, I put my arms around her shoulders and held her close to me, as much to protect her from the jostling crowd as anything. I could feel her trembling. It was summer and she was only wearing a short, thin cotton dress, so I thought she was trembling with fear. I asked her if she wanted to go, but she hurriedly said no, adding that she had never seen a street fight before and wanted to see what one was like.
Encouraged by the crowd, slaps were exchanged and then the women closed in on each other, grabbing tightly on to each other?s hair with one hand, while clawing each other?s cheeks with the other. Blood started flowing from their faces as they howled piteously. Hannah put her hands up to her face as if horrified by the display in front of her, but I noticed her eyes were glazed and fixed keenly on the two women. I realized that her body was not shaking with fear or cold, but trembling with excitement. She was relishing the spectacle in front of her. She wanted to see a good fight between two tough women, and it has to be said, she got one.
The fight lasted about five minutes. The fighters were both young, one with dirty blonde hair and the other with curly black hair, in good shape, and able to give and receive punishment. The crowd were cheering them on and their blood-lust encouraged them. They pounded each other with their fists, grunting and sobbing as the punches connected. The blonde started to get the better of the black haired girl, forcing her with blows against the side of a car. She butted the top of her head against the other's nose, causing blood to spurt over her face and onto the blonde?s forehead. At the sight of that, Hannah gave an excited little squeal, like a puppy. I looked at her and her mouth was turned upwards into a sweetly sadistic smile and her eyes were wide open and glistening. I had never seen her look so sexy, and she was, by nature, a naturally sexy girl. Small breasted, she didn't need a bra, but I noticed that her nipples were erect and protruding through the flimsy cotton dress. I realized that she was not only relishing every single moment of the brutality taking place directly in front of her, she was getting sexually aroused by it. As I felt her body quiver with excitement under my arms and watched her face light up with blood lust, I found myself getting turned on by her. I pulled her gently against me, her cute little bottom pressing into my crotch, and I found myself getting an erection. The fight was resolved when the blonde got behind her rival, forced her down on all fours, jammed her claws into her opponents nostrils and pulled up, ripping her nose to shreds. Hannah, beside herself, started squirming with excitement, forcing her bottom into my crotch even further. The back of her dress was covered with sweat, as if she was one of the combatants. She started giggling nervously as fists rained down on the neck and back of the girl on the bottom and then she shouted out,"Finish her off! Hit her harder! Kill her!" . God! She was in heaven... and so was I.
The bouncer, who stood by the whole time watching the fight and taking pictures of it with his cell phone, finally interceded and pulled the blonde off her bloodied opponent. The fight over, I led Hannah to the car. She kept saying it was typical of the guys in the crowd that they didn't do something to stop them because they enjoyed it too much. I asked her if she had enjoyed it. She admitted she had, and then added that she had not been the only girl in the crowd watching the fight, which was true. I had noticed a flock of young girls who had rushed outside for the entertainment and who had not hidden their delight. There had also been some girls, like Hannah, who had stepped out with their boyfriends, and who had watched it intently.
When I got Hannah home, who had not stopped talking about the fight, and whose skin was still glowing with excitment, she practically ripped my clothes off, before pushing me onto the bed, straddling me with her meaty thighs and impaling herself on my cock. As she thrust herself up and down on my manhood she kept on moaning about how great the fight was. ?Too bad they broke it up? she whimpered, ?I think if no one interfered it could have been a fight to the death!?. Upon hearing that my cock exploded, with my jism filling her up to the hilt.
