Final Story Ever

Charlotte Peterson was a go-getter. If anything, she was intense. Intense about everything. That was how she made it in life. She was a partner in one of the largest corporate legal firms in Los Angeles at the age of 29 and was probably their top earner. She was single, and not looking, because she had whomever she wanted. She traveled frequently for work and also for pleasure and loved everything about her life. She did everything 110%. She was FREAKING hot, and she knew it. She was what everyone would call a "hardbody", with a body like a fitness model--not too big, but toned, because of course, she worked out with intensity. She had found a hobby--competing with other women in combat, battles of all different types. Unfortunately for this passion, she had also been blessed with her mother's chest--34DD almost triple D, which while adding to her attractiveness, sometimes were a handicap in fights. Natural platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes and she caused a lot of men to walk into walls, poles and garbage pails.

Brittany Lewis was born in New York City, brought up in privileged family on the upper West side, went to private school and was given everything she wanted. Inherited a trust fund but had been instilled with the work ethic her father had insisted she learn. She loved to travel, loved being single and loved not having to work for her money. She had chosen to be a flight attendant though, for the health benefits, free travel, opportunity to meet people and so much more. Brittany had a passion for exercise and competition. She had played volleyball, field hockey and tennis in high school and had been the captain of all three teams. She began working out in college and had oddly developed a love of MMA and had found a few outlets for her hobby. Like Charlotte, 27 year old Brittany was also hindered in her hobby by her bust--although hers was a gift from her parents on her graduation from college--plastic surgery was such a trendy graduation gift at the time 34D breasts were just "all the rage". Brittany was also a "hardbody" and so it's not shocking that when Brittany, now based in Los Angeles, was assigned to first class service on the return flight from NY to LA that she noticed Charlotte sitting in the third row of first class. Brittany leaned over a little farther than usual when she served the passenger sitting inside of Charlotte.
Charlotte walked to the forward galley to "stretch her legs" she was wearing a tight gray tank top and black lycra capri-length exercise pants her "travel clothes". Brittany couldn't help but notice her body and they got to talking. Charlotte couldn't help but notice that Brittany was gorgeous, with dark brown hair, full lips, and high cheekbones, the woman had perfect features, offset by bright blue eyes. As they talked, they shared their passion for exercise and their competitive nature was stimulated. The call bell rang and Brittany had to move past Charlotte. Their breasts pressed against one another as she passed and their eyes met. Charlotte went back to her seat.
When the plane landed, Charlotte lingered around the gate a little longer than usual, speaking on her cell phone. Brittany came off the plane last, behind the other attendants for some coincidental reason and the two fell in together walking side by side. Charlotte resumed their conversation, which finally identified that both were LA residents. The conversation then turned to what they both did for their workouts--both being coy about what they truly did for their hobbies but Brittany had a sense that they were both dancing around the subject. Finally she just stopped and turned to Charlotte, smiling and said, "Do you fight? Because I get the sense that you do."

Charlotte's face broke into a wide grin. "I'm glad you asked. I most certainly do."
They made a date.
Charlotte was invited to Brittany's large house overlooking the beach and was stunned that a flight attendant lived in such lavish accommodations. Brittany explained her background. They walked to the back of the house and downstairs to the basement where Brittany had built an exercise/fighting room. Brittany turned and looked at Charlotte, asking bluntly, "What type of fighting are you willing to do?"

Charlotte was caught a little off guard by the blunt question, but responded quickly, "I'll do anything. I like good competition. I've never found a girl I haven't beaten yet and I'm still looking for an opponent who can challenge me."
It was Brittany's turn to grin widely. "Excellent, two undefeated women. I have a thing for MMA, or no-holds barred sort of fighting. I think it's more....visceral."

Charlotte nodded intensely. "Can't think of a better way to see if one woman is better than another, a true, unfettered, old fashioned fight without rules. Best woman wins. Only way to make more simple is to do it outside, without clothes, like the cavewomen and the animals."
Brittany looked up, smiled her beautiful smile and said, "I can't do the outside thing, but I can do it without clothes...."
Charlotte thought about it for a moment and then said, "Sure. Let's make this woman to woman. I'm on vacation for two weeks, which is why I chose today, so anything goes works for me. I hope you're as good as you think you are."
"And I hope you're as good as you think you are." Brittany winked.
The two women stripped without issue. Charlotte quickly braided her hair and Brittany did hers in two pigtail braids. Charlotte had a tattoo of a pair of cherries right where her pubic hair should have been--a discreet location that would otherwise never be seen by anyone in her business circles and Brittany had a string of roses across her lower back. Brittany had a narrow strip of pubic hair in contrast to Charlotte's completely bare area. Charlotte was about three inches taller than Brittany with slightly wider hips but otherwise the two were very similar in size.

The two smiled at each other. The room was simple--the floor was padded and the walls were too. The room was fairly large, and was unfurnished for this purpose. The two women began to circle each other. They danced and feinted a bit before Brittany snapped Charlotte's head back with a solid right cross. Charlotte counterpunched but Brittany ducked and came back with a 1-2 combination staggering the blonde. Moving quickly Brittany tagged Charlotte repeatedly, backing her up against the wall and unloading on the blonde. In trouble, Charlotte crouched into a defensive position as Brittany went to work on her flanks, shoulders and back. The brunette worked over the blonde as hard as she could, trying to break her defenses. The blonde drove forward, wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist and driving her backwards. The brunette leaned forward and pressed her powerful legs backwards, she pressed her big breasts down onto Charlotte's back and drove the blonde down to her knees, again resuming punching her thighs and buttocks. Charlotte grabbed at Brittany's legs and tried to pull them forward and down, rather unsuccessfully.
Brittany was very much in control.
She worked hard on Charlotte's taut buttocks and thighs, doing some gradual damage as she used her weight to try to force the blonde flat. The blonde was strong though, and finally got a solid grip on the brunette's thick thighs. Brittany tried to pry Charlotte's hands off, but it was a mistake, shifting her center of gravity and Charlotte was able to finally drive forward. The brunette was driven backwards onto her buttocks, quickly shifting and intentionally falling to her back, she wrapped her thick legs around Charlotte's midsection and squeezed vise-like. Charlotte didn't want to but she reflexively screamed out "OH" as the legs crushed her tight abs. Brittany also simultaneously locked Charlotte's head in a tight reverse headlock, trying to slip her forearm under Charlotte's chin to choke her, but Charlotte defended well. The brunette now finally realized she was up against a tough opponent as they battled each other's considerable strength: Brittany trying to hold Charlotte's head in and the blonde trying to force her head out. The veins in the brunette's neck stood out as she gritted her teeth and sweat began to bead up on her forehead and across her big, tanned breasts. Charlotte finally pried her way free, and now was in a position of dominance, arching her body up and backwards, despite the leg scissors, she was upright and Brittany was on her back. Charlotte's face was flushed and sweaty but she reared back and with both fists, started swinging intensely at Brittany's face and exposed breasts. Brittany at first covered up, but was taking a beating in her tight arms and protected head. Her breasts didn't take too much pounding because her arms protected her, but every once in a while, a solid punch broke through her defenses and connected either with her face or one of her tits.
She shook Charlotte with her legs but now the big blonde stood, and Brittany was in a very bad position. Charlotte slammed several powerful punches into the brunette's washboard abs and Brittany was hurt. As she arched and tried to throw Charlotte with her legs, the blonde stopped her by putting her own powerful leg out to balance herself. Brittany swung her body up into a sitting position and although she suffered two really bad body blows in the movement, was able to free herself from the beating. Charlotte though, was reinvigorated and charged after the brunette who took 10 or 12 punches as she stumbled away into the wall. Charlotte stepped back and unloaded several kicks to Brittany's thighs and buttocks as the earlier aggressor was now forced into a defensive position.
Charlotte was surging with adrenaline. A solid kick to Brittany's thigh cause her leg to buckle and the blonde followed up with a left hook that slammed perfectly into the brunette's face, snapping her head back. Stunned, the brunette literally crumpled to the floor, curled onto her knees, her head tucked and her back up. The blonde launched a brutal assault. Kicks and punches crashed into Brittany's head back and buttocks punishing the brunette. Forced grunts escaped from the battered woman, desperately looking for an escape. She had no options and she was getting beaten, figuratively and literally. The blonde moved in and started selecting locations to land her punches. Brittany was frustrated and nervous, even. The fight which had started remarkably in her favor was now very much not in her favor. She had never been in such a position against another woman and was angry about it now.
Charlotte on the other hand was pumped with adrenaline, excited that she was pummeling this strong opponent who had started off beating her. She began to truly pick the bitch apart, working her body wherever she could. She had clearly been caught off guard by how strong the brunette really was, but in the end, she knew that she would prove stronger. She paced herself, knowing that soon, the brunette would submit. She saw that she was beginning to rock in pain and frustration and now Charlotte knew the end was near.

Brittany was hurting and she couldn't believe that this blonde twit was doing it to her. With no other options she was considering submitting. Instead, she flipped up, took a horrible blow to her left breast and then slammed her leg around in a sweep, upending the blonde and knocking her flat on her back. Normally, Brittany would have leapt onto her foe and tried to wrestle her into a position with her in control, but Brittany had gained some respect for Charlotte's strength and besides, she needed a second to regain her composure. She stood instead and moved across the room, breathing heavily, her body red with welts from the recent beating, her lip fattened from the punch that had originally dropped her. Charlotte got to her feet, shaking her head.
"You done, bitch?" Charlotte taunted.
"Do I look done, skank?" retorted Brittany?
"You look pretty raw, actually, I guess I'm gonna have to cook you some more..." smiled Charlotte.
The two women circled again, arms up in boxing stances. They exchanged feints and parries, a few false kicks. Then they converged again, exchanging boxing-style punches. Several punches went Brittany's way and finally Charlotte had enough, moving in to a clinch and unloading with two knees to Brittany's hips and upper thighs. Brittany, pissed off wrapped her arms around Charlotte and to the big blonde's surprise, showed her strength by lifting the blonde up and slamming her to the ground. Charlotte, the wind knocked out of her and a little dazed, retaliated nonetheless, swinging up a kick and slamming it perfectly into Brittany's chest, knocking her tits flat and causing the big brunette to stumble backwards.
Charlotte regained her feet.
Brittany however, moved fast, even as the blonde regained her feet, and came in with guns blazing. A series of brutal combinations and powerful uppercuts stunned the blonde, knocking her around the room and causing her to stumble backwards into the wall, covering up. Brittany continued to unload however, using Charlotte as a punching bag. In defense, Charlotte drove forward, trying to wrap Brittany up, but the brunette was on a tear, and blocked the blonde, shoving her backwards. Charlotte hit the wall and rebounded forward, stepping right into a devastating uppercut that nearly knocked her head off. Stunned, the blonde dropped her guard and the brunette tasted blood in the water, unleashing a right-left-right combination, she punished Charlotte's face, exploding her nose in a rush of blood and dropping her to the floor.
The brunette moved around as the blonde crouched, trying to protect herself as Brittany pounded at her furiously. Charlotte rolled onto her back and flailed with her legs, catching Brittany several times and forcing her back. Sweat drenched both women now, but Charlotte was bleeding and Brittany was not. Both breathed enormous gulps of air. The two women kicked at each other, Charlotte still on her back. Then at a moment when she saw her opening, Brittany dove in and straddled Charlotte, who grunted as her gut was crushed by the powerful brunette. Charlotte immediately covered her face and Brittany quickly went to work pounding the blonde's big, firm tits. Charlotte retaliated, punching back at the brunette's implants. The blonde felt Brittany's pussy, slick with her own juices and sweat, rubbing on her washboard abs. She gagged as pain wracked her body. She was tough though, and fought back like a cornered wildcat. Her punches pounded Brittany's implants and while the brunette doled out her own punishment, the blonde's assault was taking its toll. Brittany shifted her weight, and desperately, the blonde surged. Bucking and thrashing, the two women rolled together, and by sheer coincidence, their legs intertwined and their vaginas ground together in a classic tribadism position. Their breasts pressed heavily into one another, their thick nipples dueling violently. They struggled intensely with each other's arms and their hot breath blew back and forth between them.
Suddenly, they were kissing wildly, tongues battling, darting in and out as their lips pressed hard against their foe's exchanging saliva. They allowed their hands to slip down, gripping their enemy's buttocks and thrusting their hips violently into each other. Grunting in unison they pounded their pussies together, intermixing this approach with gyrations that massaged their clits into throbbing organs.
For a moment, Brittany broke the brutal liplock, screaming out in near orgasm, but she rapidly regained control, only for Charlotte to throw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her throat as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy before climax. Despite this near miss as well, she was able to quell the sexual wave and the two continued the battle that had now become deeply sexual. Brittany arched again, and this time slammed her massive implants powerfully into Charlotte's big chest, which yielded incredibly. Charlotte moaned, anguished by the fact that she might be slipping even further behind in this contest. Internally, she willed her "girls" to fight back against her opponent. Again however, Brittany attacked, successfully flattening her opponent's once proud breasts. At the third attempt however, Charlotte swung forward to meet Brittany head on, and this time, her tits swelled up and swallowed Brittany's big implants. The brunette's eyes went wide in surprise as Charlotte quickly pursued the offensive, slamming her tits repeatedly into Brittany's as both warriors now sat upright, still straddling one another. Brittany quickly began to grind again, trying to escape the breast duel and suddenly the two women were again locked in a heated sexual battle, panting wildly and lubricated by sweat and their own sexual juices.

They ground their breasts and pelvises together wildly, their competitive nature and sudden sexual connection fueling their intensity. Slurping noises escaped their vaginas as they panted wildly. Charlotte's large breasts had gained a dominant position now over Brittany's implants and the brunette was frustrated by her loss in this particular part of their battle. Both women were surprised by this turn of events, as neither had ever known any lesbian or bisexual tendencies, but there was something about this incredibly well-matched beautiful opponent that had spontaneously driven them to this step. Despite losing soundly in the breast battle, Brittany was faring much better in the trib-battle with Charlotte. She had never realized how much her clit could swell or how strong her vaginal muscles were but right now, (although somewhat unbeknownst to her) her clit was pounding furiously into Charlotte's less pronounced organ. Her vagina, when lips were locked, was also in greater control. Again, Charlotte felt herself slipping closer to sexual ecstasy. Brittany, despite being the more dominant, was also slipping slowly as well. Neither realized that the sexual intensity had distracted them from the pain that they had continued to inflict on one another with their claws--deep scratch marks criss-crossed their muscular backs as the woman had torn into each other during the battle.
Charlotte began to moan audibly. She was frustrated by this, as she didn't want Brittany to know that she was close to coming. Brittany couldn't hold back a smirk as she felt herself winning this battle and that would make two of three for despite losing soundly in the breast battle, she felt she had been winning the physical fight before it had transformed. On the verge of sexual explosion however, Charlotte pulled back and slammed a fist suddenly into Brittany's face. Stunned, her face exploding, the hold between the two women broke away with Charlotte screeching, "No fucking way bitch!! I'm not losing a fight because you're a slut who fucks hard!"
The two women broke apart stumbling, Brittany was on all fours, ass high in the air, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs. She was rapidly reminded of the powerful and dangerous woman that she was fighting. Charlotte, was regaining her composure and strength after nearly losing herself in the sexual battle and after getting her ass-kicked (more or less) in the earlier part of the physical contest. Both women were in some ways disappointed and other ways relieved to be back in the thick of what would resume as a true, NHB battle for dominance over another powerful opponent. Charlotte wanted to change the tide of the fight quickly. She was stunned at how strong and skilled Brittany was--she had never fought someone like her and of course she had never lost. She was determined not to lose this fight. Brittany was surprised at Charlotte's strength, perseverance and skill as well. None of her opponents had stood up to her so significantly and she still thought that she might not win this match, which would also represent her first loss. She went to get up just as Charlotte's first unbelievably powerful kick connected squarely with her left ribcage. She moaned aubidly, looking up as the blonde's second kick slammed brutally into her left breast. She was sure that if the breast slamming had not done it before, that the kick had ruptured her implant. Pain wracked through her body. She tried to roll away, but as she looked up Charlotte, like a vicious warden in a women's prison, slammed a stomping heel into her cheek and the brunette, tumbled, hurt and dazed.

Brittany was frustrated and hurt. Her chest was throbbing, her breast beginning to well. Her ribs hurt when she breathed and there were cobwebs from the kick to the face. Charlotte, in contrast, was fueled, by the change in the tone of the fight and now, sneering she stalked her downed opponent like a jungle cat. Brittany was again on all fours, trying to get up. She wasn't frightened, but she knew that she was in trouble. She was concerned that Charlotte was now in the proverbial driver's seat and she could see the vindictive sneer on the blonde's sweaty face. The brunette was hurt though, and as she hurried to get into a better position, she slipped. Ass-up is not a very good defensive position and Charlotte reacted quickly, springing towards to beaten brunette and swinging a roundhouse kick solidly into Brittany's rump, connecting with a punishing kick into the battered girl's cunt, the lips already swollen from the prior sexual pounding. The thud was loud and an involuntary shrill squeak escaped Brittany's throat as she was thrown forward, prone, onto the floor, pain raging through her body, unable to catch her breath.
Brittany sensed her danger and rolled quickly to her back, bringing her legs to her chest defensively very quickly. She was strong and able to take a lot, but was also powerful and she was on the bad side of this fight now. They had become engaged like two cats in the wild, fighting for dominance and although handily in control earlier, she was now no longer that way. Charlotte, on the other hand, sensed victory coming. She too, felt like a lioness in the wild, fighting for dominance and she was not going to let this tough bitch be the alpha female. She also recognized that Brittany was perhaps the first woman she had encountered who could challenge her for alpha status, but she would not let her gain it. She moved in to finish her assault, pleased that Brittany was hurt and in a defensive position. The brunette's eyes were dull and almost closed. The blonde was pleased at the respite as she got close. It was a ruse though and as she closed in, the blonde's crotch exploded with the force of a double-mule kick, literally lifting her off the ground and sending her flying backwards onto her back. Charlotte roared in frustration and agony and lay stunned on the floor. Brittany smiled at her small victory as she willed her ravaged body to regain some control. She got to her hands and knees just as Charlotte did and on all fours, both women crawled towards one another. The imagery was an unbelievable parallel to exactly what would occur in the wild if anyone would have been watching. The two women came together on all fours and engaged, tearing into one another with sharp claws and fists, pushing up until they were on their knees and clawing more. Charlotte slammed her tits into Brittany's and the brunette groaned Brittany's nails tore deep gashes into Charlotte's buttocks and the big blonde leaned into Brittany's shoulder and bit her. Brittany slammed her pelvis into Charlotte's and the two roared violently. Charlotte's strength forced Brittany gradually backwards until she was in the awkward position of being on her back with her legs pinned beneath her. The two continued to fight violently, tearing, punching and clawing at one another. Brittany got her legs out finally, and despite being pinned underneath the blonde, her body being assaulted with claws and teeth, Brittany wrapped her legs powerfully around Charlotte's midsection. The vise-like thigh scissors clamped down brutally and Charlotte moaned desperately. Air was forced from the blonde's body as she rolled back, desperately trying to free herself from the brutal hold. Brittany intensified the hold even as Charlotte changed desperation tactics and began pummeling the blonde's face and breasts. Brittany covered herself defensively even as she increased the intensity of crushing scissors. She successfully slammed the blonde over onto her side. The two now exchanged punches. Even though both women were strong, Brittany's punches were doing more damage as Charlotte also had to contend with the leg scissors. The blonde was losing ground fast.
Brittany nailed Charlotte in the head with several unanswered punches, dazing the blonde enough that she was weakened. The brunette took advantage and rolled again, giving up the scissors for a straddle position. She was a little low, sitting pelvis to pelvis, but she was in a position of unfettered attack and unloaded wildly on the blonde, who, in her dazed state was unable to really protect herself well despite trying.
Blood sprayed out of Charlotte's perfect nose, and the brunette continued.
"Do you give?" the now-dominant female asked?
Charlotte mumbled something.
"Do you? demanded Brittany.
"I give--I fuckin' give you bitch!" Charlotte squealed. Frustration obvious in her voice.
Brittany wanted to get up, but she was exhausted. Charlotte wanted to force her off, but couldn't. She bucked her hips weakly. Unintentionally (perhaps) the bucking ground her pussy into Brittany's. Brittany felt a warm tingling between her legs again, rapidly bringing her back to the sexual exchange which had occurred between the two warriors earlier in the fight. She didn't get off of Charlotte, instead grinding her hips back. Charlotte moaned a little and pressed back. The exchange continued for a few seconds until the women slipped into a classic trib position, legs intertwined, sexual organs pressed against one another.

They both were now in sitting positions, hips grinding rhythmically. A cacophony of moans escaped them. Every time Brittany's damaged left breast brushed Charlotte's powerful right breast, she gasped and winced. They couldn't bring their mouths together with anything other than delicate kisses because of the damage they had done. Beyond those limitations however, their pussies were at war, the grinding had become more intense and the two women had begun pounding their hips together, eliciting loud grunts rather than moans. The noise of their own fluids pouring from within them was audible as they massaged each other with the part of their bodies normally the most private of all. Brittany's clit, once massively larger than Charlotte's was now met with a similar sized organ--Charlotte's had swollen now with intensity and excitement. Each woman tensed and relaxed as sexual shocks ran through their bodies, the battle now very personal and very intense. Brittany's clit, like her breasts earlier, was suddenly being pushed inside by Charlotte's stronger organ. The blonde's intensity and powerful hips, despite her submission in the true fight, was unmatched. Brittany felt waves of warmth and tingling washing over her, rising from her pelvis. A feeling that she tried in vain to surprise. Charlotte too, was feeling the sexual energy washing over her, gasping intermittently as Brittany would gain ground. The battle raged on, the women breathing intensified to wild panting, their bodies pounding at each other, grinding wildly as one would occasionally throw her head back in ecstasy, trying to hold off a growing orgasm.
Brittany's eyes were closed. When she opened them, she was staring directly into the pools that were Charlotte's. The smile spread across Charlotte's face as the worry consumed Brittany's. The brunette whispered, "oh God, noooooo." As she exploded in a wild orgasm, nearly throwing Charlotte from her mount. The brunette fell backwards bucking her hips as if she were a wild horse, but Charlotte held on. Sexual juices poured out of both women as now Charlotte was upright and Brittany was flat on her back. The blonde took her thumb and added more pressure to Brittany's clit and brought the suffering brunette to a second and then a third rocking orgasm. Brittany screamed wildly, unable to catch her breath.
Charlotte exploded in her first, but maintained control. She pounded Brittany furiously, reaching behind her own ass and sliding fingers deeply into Brittany's moist warm sex, adding even more insane pleasure to Brittany's sexual explosion. Brittany came again, her fourth time, screaming, "I can't!! Ohhhh God!!! I can't!!!" as she unseated Charlotte for the first time, the blonde scrambling rapidly to remount. Charlotte slid another finger into Brittany's asshole and the brunette shrieked and shuddered. Two simultaneous (or so she thought) ravaged her body to the point where she was completely unable to control herself, finally begging Charlotte to stop. She begged desperately, agreeing that Charlotte was the better woman.
The two women lay side by side, sweaty, a little blood, covered in so many different fluids that they were sticky. Their hair was matted to their heads. Their breathing came in deep, heaving, gasps.

"Wow." said Brittany.

"Wow." said Charlotte.

Silence.

"Let me know if you ever want to see if you can beat me, I told you I was better...." said Charlotte.

"What do you mean? I won the fight!" snapped Brittany.

"I won two out of three...." Charlotte said, smirking.

Final story? If this is it, kudos on another excellent story.

That's the final nail in the coffin of this board if this is truly your last story.

I hope this is just a July Fools Day joke and that it isn't your final story, as I must say you are far and away my favorite author.

However if it is, I just want to say thank you for the years of dedication you've put to your craft. Your stories are art, and I'll sorely miss them.

May you find all the best in your next endeavor and some day I hope you find your way back to writing.


Thank you Shindy!

Amazing, super sexy, wacky story, Shindy! Loved it all ... very exciting & scintillating HOT to read! :-)))

Really hope you're not serious that this is your last story ... that would be so sad! :-(

Meaow
Jessie

Another great story Shindy. Sadly, it appears to be your last. I am new to the board and you are definitely my favorite author here. I hope you will be back but if not, best of luck!

Awesome story !!!!! Great Job as Usual!!!

I really miss Shindy!