BAROCCA vs JASMINE
VS
THE CHAMPION AND THE AMATUER
"So Barocca, on which of my web sites did your find me? Was it Jasmine's Erotica Unlimited, insatiablevixen.com, or Jasminesfantasy.com?" Jasmine purred.
"All of them actually," smiled Barocca. "The first led me to the others. One look at you and I just knew I had to meet you. You are one hot babe, Jasmine."
"That's so flattering. Of course, I've heard of you too, Barocca. I've wanted to meet you, but I know so little about you. Oh, I'm aware of your femme fighting career, and your short stint in porn. But I know little of your personal life. For example, based on your videos, is it safe to assume that you're a lesbian?"
Barocca laughed. "Oh, I don't just love women. I love men, too. But I wouldn't say I'm bi-sexual. I'm more pan-sexual or maybe omni-sexual."
Jasmine sipped her wine. "Sounds delicious. We'll have to explore that further in a little while. Now I want to know what attracted you to me?"
Without hesitation Barocca replied, "Your attractiveness. That sounds like a circular response, but let's face it, you're a damn good-looking woman. So am I. I don't want to sound narcissistic but the fact is we're both stunningly beautiful women-and we both know it. We earn our livings at it."
This mutual admiration society meeting continued for quite some time. What began as a noon get-together at an outdoor restaurant expanded into a full afternoon of girl talk and smoldering looks. The manager at first was tempted to drop hints that the ladies should finish and move along, but when he saw the crowd of paying customers they drew in, he left them alone…except for making sure they never ran out of the excellent wine the sipped.
Both black beauties were decked out in ultra-revealing minidresses that displayed their ample bosoms, long legs, and perfect booties to full advantage. Jasmine wore a backless black sundress with gold and white dots. The top consisted of nothing more than a medium width strap that rose from her wide black patent leather belt, covered one breast, looped behind her neck, and cascaded over her other breast on its way back to her belt. It was clearly evident that she wore no bra, but her full, perky melons didn't need one. Black stiletto pumps with ankle straps and lace-topped sheer black nylons that rose to just below her hemline completed her ensemble.
Barocca was no less stunning in her black sundress. Its criss-cross front, supported by two spaghetti straps that also crossed on her otherwise bare back, gaped enough to prove that the Brazilian was also braless and boasted a spectacular pair of firm, high-riding juggs. Her skirt stretched taut across her beam and featured 6" slits up both sides-or had her seams split from the strain of her astonishing ass? Her hemline was just low enough to prevent arrest for indecent exposure…but not by much-especially when she sat. Black garters stretched down several inches to grasp the tops of her sheer black hose. Barocca's legs were encased in knee-length black stiletto boots and her neck was encircled by a cute half-inch black collar studded with a small diamond.
They talked and drank for hours, nibbling only occasionally on the appetizers. Toward four o'clock, Jasmine asked with just the slightest hint of a zinfandel slur, "So tell me about this wresting you do, Barocca. Is any of it real? Or is it just rubbing your bodies together?"
"The energy is real enough, Jasmine. We usually don't try to hurt each other in those video matches. Those are just whack-off material for the boys. It's more choreography than athletics. But lately I've had some serious fights…you know, unscripted stuff where my opponent is out to win. I found I'm a fierce competitor. I don't like to lose."
"After you contacted me and set up this meeting, I got a hold of all your videos and watched you fight. I don't think you ever lost. Oh, you got pinned a few times, but you always won in the end."
"That's right. But those were written that way. Now I've been in some real fights and let me tell you, some of those gals were trying to kill me. I won't name names, but a few almost put me away. They're tough…but I'm tougher."
"You know, I've never wrestled. You make it look so easy-"
"It's not," Barocca interrupted. "The phony stuff is fun. The real stuff is, well, oddly satisfying."
"Yes," Jasmine continued, leaning toward Barocca. "I think I'd like to try it. You'd be the perfect mentor. I know a fitness center a couple of blocks away that has a private gym…with a ring. Would you be willing to 'show me the ropes'?" She ran her fingernail lightly up Barocca's forearm and stared deep into the Brazilian's gray-green eyes. "Just a little taste, to see if I like it."
Barocca broke the gaze to glance at Jasmine's heaving bosom and thought, "Why not? She's begging for it. And she's so hot, I'd just love to get my hands on her." Swallowing the last of her wine, Barocca said, "Let's do it. I've got a bagful of bikinis in the trunk of my car. You're about my size." Jasmine inhaled deeply and giggled, assessing Barocca's ample assets.
Within ten minutes the ebony goddesses strode into the fitness center. Jasmine spoke with the manager, who nodded, and then she led Barocca to a back room. Inside there was a ring, slightly smaller than regulation, but roomy enough for their purpose. Jasmine locked the door with a key and escorted Barocca through a curtained doorway to the dressing rooms. The two-block walk had cleared their heads of the alcohol, but the lusty ladies were still feeling quite randy and adventuresome.
Barocca entered the ring first, wearing a white thong bikini with a blue and green tropical print, and white high heels. She waited for Jasmine by bending, stretching, and doing some deep knee bends to loosen up. The curtain parted and Jasmine entered in a lilac thong bikini, one of her favorite colors, and matching heels. Taking her cue from Barocca, Jasmine climbed into the ring and warmed up by bending and stretching. Barocca noted with surprise that Jasmine was supple enough not only to touch her toes without bending her knees, but she could also touch the mat with the palms of her hands. Even with her heels on.
"I remember you saying you wanted 'just a taste,' Jasmine," Barocca said, adjusting the waist of her thong. "Well, so do I. Before we get started, I want to suck those magnificent titties of yours."
"My girls and I would be delighted," Jasmine replied. She reached behind her back, yanked the string, and wiggled off the tiny top instantly. Anticipation caused her nipples to jut forward, providing Barocca's tongue a target on which to home in. The hedonistic honey licked her full lips, cupped Jasmine's juggs, and went to work on them. In the course of sucking her nipples deep into her hungry mouth, Barocca backed Jasmine against the ropes. Jasmine tilted her head back and let her eyes roll up as the busty Brazilian tickled her tits with a tongue that felt like it was emitting electric shocks.
Jasmine arched her back, which gave Barocca a better angle. She gently squeezed Jasmine's boobs until the ecstatic exotic emitted a deep primal moan. Just then Barocca tasted the warm sweet milk that oozed from Jasmine's overstimulated mammary glands. She sucked harder, hoping to drain every drop from this bountiful breast. When it seemed dry, she switched to the other tit. It was already primed and needed little more effort before it began spewing its contents. Fluid trickled from both corners of Barocca's mouth and the milk maid's knees buckled.
The Bombshell wiped he mouth with the back of her hand and sat down beside Jasmine. Both babes needed a few minutes' rest to settle down. Jasmine narrowed her eyes and breathed, "You know I'm going to demand equal time, don't you?" She reached for Barocca's cleavage and snapped the thin string that connected her overflowing cups, releasing her heavenly hooters. Barocca's chocolaty nipples stood hard and erect, tempting Jasmine.
Jasmine didn't bother to wait until they both stood up. She pushed Barocca onto her back and dove onto those mouthwatering mounds. Putting lips to nips, she flicked her tongue over the stiff stubs, then gently gripped each one with her teeth and pulled. The busty Brazilian moaned and closed her eyes, waves of sexual ecstasy washing over her entire body. Jasmine giggled when she noticed that her lipstick left bright red circles on Barocca's dark brown areolas. A novice's oversight; an experienced femme fighter always removes her lipstick before entering the field of combat.
While Jasmine sucked her boobs, Barocca writhed on the mat. Suddenly she felt a soft hand at her crotch…fingers sliding beneath her thong…and into her moist pussy. They brushed back and forth against her aroused clit and her warm juices flowed copiously. She opened her legs wider, easing the access for Jasmine, and rewarded her with an express delivery of milk, fresh from her undulating udder. Jasmine slurped it up, licking the spills from Barocca's belly before switching to the other tit. As Jasmine's fingers delved deeply into Barocca's quivering cunt, the dairy queen squirted more milk into her marvelous mouth.
Just then the brazen Brazilian erupted with a volcanic orgasm that flooded Jasmine's hand with hot nookie nectar. Before Barocca finished, she ripped Jasmine's thong away and stuffed her fingers into the eager waiting pussy. Barocca's technique was noticeably rougher, but Jasmine loved the intrusion into her most private femininity. She kept stroking the Bombshell's slippery slit while Barocca ravaged Jasmine's glory hole. Within a few seconds, both exploded with mutual orgasms that drained them of all their energy.
As Jasmine and Barocca lay side-by-side, recovering from their sexual reveries, they moaned softly with satisfaction. Finally Jasmine remarked, "I thought you were going to teach me how to fight. I already know how to fuck. And apparently so do you, Barocca."
"I was just sizing you up," Barocca fibbed. She thought, "If we fought first, you may not have been so accommodating after I beat you. Some women, amateurs in particular, take these fights too personally and hold grudges."
"You won't mind if I change into a fresh bikini, will you?" Jasmine asked. "You kind of destroyed my pants on your way to invading my pussy."
"Yeah, mine's no good either now. It's soaked with my honey and sticky as hell. Let's go clean up and start over…and this time we'll fight."
This time they entered together. Barocca was almost stark naked in a micro-skimpy gold G-string bikini. The top consisted of two miniscule pasties that scarcely covered her areolas, kept in place by fine gold strands. The bottom was a tiny gold patch that could have been swallowed up in her pussy…if her pussy could inhale. She was barefoot. Jasmine displayed her wares in an electric blue G-string bikini whose top cupped her cupcakes lovingly. The bottom would be right at home on a beach in Rio. She too was barefoot. And she had wiped off her lipstick.
"Let's start in the middle," Barocca instructed, and they faced each other in center ring. Barocca slapped Jasmine, not too hard, to get her blood up. It worked. Jasmine replied with a harder smack that rocked the Brazilian back a step. "You're a quick learner," Barocca chuckled with a demonic gleam in her eye. She slapped Jasmine with full force and the novice staggered sideways from the blow. She roared back with a punch that sent Barocca to the mat holding her jaw. "School's out," the Bombshell declared, "This is war."
Rocketing off her bubble booty, Barocca caught Jasmine in her midsection and bulldozed her to the ropes. Jasmine clasped her hands together in a double axhandle and brought them crashing down on Barocca's back. She hit the deck while Jasmine gasped for breath, too winded to press her temporary advantage over the veteran vixen.
"Damn!" Barocca thought, getting to her hands and knees. "For a first-timer, Jasmine is good. Too good. No newbie ever got the best of me so early in a fight before. She has to have fought before." Continuing her ascent, Barocca headbutted Jasmine in the bosom, blowing her breasts clean out of her top. She also sank her fist into Jasmine's flat belly while the sex goddess was still trying to catch her breath. Now it was Jas's turn to plop onto the mat in pain.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" Barocca demanded. "Don't give me any bullshit."
"No, I've never fought anyone in a real fight," Jasmine gasped. "No shit. Not even as an amateur." She held her aching belly and massaged her sore tits. She thought, "Jeez, Barocca sure packs a wallop when she puts her mind to it."
Barocca pulled Jasmine by the hair up to her feet. Then, taking her arm, she flipped Jas over her shoulder and onto the mat. Jas rolled into a somersault back onto her feet, spun, and greeted the charging Barocca with an outstretched foot to her abdomen. The Brazilian was stopped dead in her tracks, doubled over. Jas clamped on a headlock and kneed the dark beauty repeatedly until her bra string snapped and Barocca's mocha melons swung free. Jas released her hold and elbow smashed Barocca on the back, sending her crashing onto those melons with a yelp.
Nudging the Bombshell's booty with her toe, Jas sneered, "I really appreciate all you're teaching me, Barocca. I never knew exactly how to fall on my face before." Barocca rolled onto her back, cradling her puppies and giving Jasmine a perfect shot at her. Jasmine took it.
She raised her foot for a belly stomp but the wily warrior grabbed and twisted it, spinning Jasmine against the ropes. When she bounced off, Jas met Barocca head-on as the Brazilian trapped her in a crushing bearhug. Jasmine loved the breast-to-breast contact, especially with Barocca's hard nipples poking against her own, but with her arms pinioned to her side, she couldn't fight back. For a woman without visibly developed biceps or triceps, Barocca's arms were like pythons. Once again Jasmine struggled to breathe.
"Admit it. You're no novice," Barocca snarled, pressing their massive mounds together even harder. Jasmine couldn't speak, which Barocca mistook for a sullen refusal. "Well, I like inflicting pain more than I like receiving it…and I enjoy receiving it a lot. It turns me on, bitch. Now I'm gonna turn you on."
Jasmine managed to get her hands on Barocca's G-string straps and yanked them up as hard as she could, wedging the gold Mylar into Barocca's pussy and ass cleavage. That jolt sent a lightning bolt of agony through the Bombshell's body and she relinquished her bearhug. While Jasmine gulped in air, Barocca cleared her crotch of the offending fabric and resettled the garment.
Now it was Jasmine's turn to grab Barocca's arm and whip her into the ropes, clotheslining her on the rebound. Barocca's legs shot out from under her and she hit the mat flat on her back with a crash. Jas fell with an elbow drop, but Barocca was just too fast and rolled aside. The shock of Jas's elbow slamming into the mat sent spasms up her arm that numbed it for several seconds. That was enough for Barocca to get to her knees and clamp her claws onto Jasmine's juggs, squeezing until tears welled up in the tormented tigress's eyes.
Despite her earlier remarks, Barocca refused to admit that Jasmine was capable of giving her a hard time. "Beginner's luck," she scoffed. "I've whipped pros who didn't start off this well. I can put Jasmine away." Both women were back up, circling each other cautiously and panting from the early exertion. Jas broke the ice-and damn near broke Barocca's jaw-with a powerful punch that rocked the ravishing wrestling queen. She retaliated with a hook to Jasmine's belly that lifted the supermodel off her feet. Jas belted Barocca's boob. The Brazilian socked Jas in the eye.
This slugfest continued until Barocca grabbed one of Jasmine's punches before it could land and armwhipped her into the ropes again. This time she dropkicked Jasmine through the ropes and onto the hard concrete floor. Jas got right up only to face Barocca leaning her folded arms on the top rope and laughing so hard her tits jiggled like gelatin. Appearing none the worse for wear, Jasmine climbed back into the ring but kept her distance from her chuckling opponent. Jas arched her back and quipped, "I think that got the kinks out. Thanks."
Jasmine went right to work on Barocca's bazookas. She pinched those cocoa nipples and gave them a vicious titty twister that made the Brazilian shriek. Jas spun her around and grabbed onto Barocca's cupcakes from behind and squooshed them with her widely spread fingers. Barocca gnashed her teeth to hold back the tears. Jas mauled and kneaded her knockers until they lactated, the fluid dribbling between her fingers. Jas whispered, "Oh, look. I'm milking you again, you cow." She gave both of the Bombshell's udders a sharp squeeze and twin jets of milk spurted across the ring.
Tears streamed down Barocca's cheeks from the shame of being abused by a rank amateur. "You fucking bitch," she sobbed. "When I get you, you'll wish you'd never been born." She writhed and wiggled but couldn't break free.
"But that's the question, Barocca dear," Jasmine cooed. "Will you ever get me?" To demonstrate her determination, Barocca stomped her heel hard on Jasmine's instep. Jas yelled and Barocca summoned all her will power to turn the tables on her new nemesis. She threw her elbow back and nailed Jasmine in the same eye she'd punched a few minutes earlier. Now the sore eye began to swell shut.
With her opponent half blind, Barocca hoisted her up onto her shoulders, carried her around the ring, and bodyslammed Jas so hard that she bounced. "It's payback time, you bitch," Barocca hissed as she stomped Jas's juggs mercilessly. Taking her victim by the ankle, the Brazilian applied a figure-four leglock that had Jasmine pounding the mat in a futile bid for relief. Barbarous Barocca arched her back for improved leverage and Jasmine howled with pain.
Maintaining the figure-four, Barocca rolled herself and Jas face-down. Jasmine thought her leg would snap off at the knee. It was growing numb. Without warning or comment, Barocca abruptly abandoned the hold; she was probably bored with it and decided to switch to some new torture. Sure enough, the Bombshell squatted on Jasmine's back and attacked her sweet round ass cheeks with her claws. Jas was grateful for the opportunity to let her agonized leg recover.
"You're booty is a beauty," Barocca observed. "Or at least it was. When I'm through with it, it will be just a flabby memento of your humiliating defeat." But Jasmine had other ideas.
With a sudden spasm, she bucked Barocca off her back and scrambled to her feet. Her leg still tingled but was again strong enough to support her. She grabbed a double handful of Barocca's lush hair and flung her against the ropes. The Brazilian rebounded straight into a hiptoss that rolled her under the bottom rope and down onto the floor. As Barocca regained her bearings, Jas was right beside her. Grabbing the Bombshell's thick mane again, she slammed Barocca's forehead onto the edge of the ring platform, stunning the stunning stripper.
Barocca could hardly stand, so Jasmine threw her back into the ring and climbed in after her. Barocca was totally disoriented when Jas pulled her up, leaned her against the ropes, and backhanded her across the face. The Brazilian took another two bruisings before she struck back. By then her nose and mouth were bleeding and she was infuriated. Barocca clawed at Jasmine and snagged her blue G-string, snapping it from her torso. Infuriated, Jas snatched the tiny gold G-string from Barocca's loins, leaving both girls stark naked and full of venom.
As if on cue they grabbed each other's crotches and squeezed as hard as they could. Jas was no weakling, but Barocca had the clear edge in any test of arm strength. The pain Jas inflicted on the Brazilian paled in comparison to the crushing she received at the hand of the veteran vixen. Barocca bore down, her palm firmly on Jasmine's clitoris. The pain was excruciating.
Jas shoved two fingers into Barocca's pussy and pumped them roughly. To her amazement, Barocca grinned, "Oooh! I love it. Harder. Fuck me harder, bitch. Like this." Barocca rammed two fingers into Jasmine's cunt and showed her what fierce finger-fucking was all about. Jasmine was in tears by now, her delicate pussy inflamed by the clit crushing and the manual invasion. Her eyes filled with tears, from both the pain and the ecstasy of the most stimulating lady loving she'd ever experienced. A moment later Jasmine shot her gun, drenching Barocca's digits and hand with her unique Jas jizz. She quaked all over from the shattering orgasm.
Barocca enjoyed raping her victims and continued mauling Jasmine's femininity throughout her volcanic orgasm. Jas knew she was on her way to a series of multiple cummings, drew a deep breath, and redoubled her efforts on the Bombshell's cunt. Inserting a third finger, Jas discovered that Barocca was blessed with a snapper, a pussy whose muscles can clamp down on a man's cock-or a woman's fingers-and hold it (or them) inside her. The bawdy Brazilian clamped down on Jas's three fingers and trapped them in her hot, wet glory hole. Jasmine made the best of it and stroked away until the lusty lass flooded her hand with her fragrant nookie nectar.
These two wanton women kept this up for over half an hour, groping each other's gashes and provoking orgasm after orgasm from their luscious loins. Their meaty thighs dripped with cum that flowed from their overheated pussies all the way down to their knees. They locked eyes in a mutual stare-down, breathing heavily into each other's faces, their tits pressed together poking their hard nipples into their foes' pumped-up melons, all while ravaging each other's raw cunts.
Finally they'd had all they could stand and broke contact. Barocca sagged onto the middle rope, steadying herself with the top rope. Jasmine plopped onto the mat, her legs spread to cool off her hot hole. "I'm not ready to quit, Barocca," she panted.
"Me neither. Let's take a short break, get cleaned up, and come back to finish this off." She took several deep breaths. "I don't know about you, but all that cumming has dehydrated me. I could drink a couple of gallons of water right now."
"Yeah, me too," Jasmine concurred. "Let's go. Be back in ten minutes."
Women can perform wonders in a short time when they're inspired…as Jasmine and Barocca were. They returned to the ring in fresh bikinis, Jasmine's silver Mylar and Barocca's blindingly red slingshot. They were dried off except for their still matted hair. Barocca's boobs were still swollen and quite tender. Jasmine's lighter skin showed more obvious bruises than the Brazilian's, although both were about equally sore. But they were determined to finish this match no matter how they felt.
"A fight to the finish," the Bombshell taunted, slapping Jas across the mouth.
"To the finish, bitch," Jasmine agreed with a right cross that sent the lady in red staggering into the ropes. Barocca sensed that her opponent was tiring of all this and wanted to end the bout as quickly as possible. With her voluptuous body one gigantic ache, Barocca couldn't agree more. She armwhipped Jas into the far ropes and met her coming off with a devastating dropkick to the chest that destroyed her shiny silver hooter holster and set her boobs bouncing. Gathering Jas up from the mat, she repeated the move.
Well, not quite. This time Jasmine had enough wits about her to grab the ropes so Barocca's second dropkick met no resistance. The brazen Brazilian crashed face-down on the mat, pancaking her big bazookas and knocking the wind from her lungs. Now it was Jas's turn to go airborne and she launched herself into a perfect arc, landing on Barocca's upper back and mashing her melons mercilessly into the mat again. The cocky femme fighter thought she'd pass out on the spot.
But no such luck. She would not be spared the agony the Jasmine's vengeance would inflict on her. As Barocca struggled to her hands and knees, Jasmine kicked her in the belly, flipping the gorgeous goddess onto her back in a protectively fetal position. When she relaxed somewhat, Jas stomped on her tormented titties. Fortunately both babes were barefoot and the stomp was not as damaging as it could have been. Nevertheless, Barocca felt like her swollen breasts were about to explode.
"Where'd she learn all these moves," Barocca wondered as she rolled in agony. "I'm supposed to be the seasoned professional. I've whipped them all. What the fuck's going on here?"
Jas dragged Barocca up by her mane and slapped her left and right like a sassy schoolgirl. Barocca was out on her feet and put up no resistance. Her tormentor gave her distended nipples a vicious twist and pushed her disdainfully onto the mat in the corner. The bombed-out Bombshell simple groaned and could hardly move and lay there like a deflated ascension balloon. Jas dragged her by the ankles to center ring, hoisted the limp Brazilian onto her shoulders, spun her three full circles, and shrugged her off in an anemic bodyslam.
As Jasmine surveyed the wreckage at her feet, a wave of pity swept across her. She decided not to torture Barocca any further, but with the foot nudged her onto her back and draped her own tired body across the battered Brazilian's for a coup de grâce pin.
Barocca was fully conscious throughout all of this but too exhausted to do anything about it. She couldn't believe that someone like Jasmine, with no apparent fighting experience, could not only take the punishment that she dished out, but also mop the floor with someone like herself, a champion and long-time femme fighting veteran. Barocca could not grasp that it was possible, much less that it had actually happened.
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