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The Queen Of The Facesit

By Wolfboy

Jemma and Jackie meet one on one to decide just who is the facesitting queen between them

Their tour of the world at an end, Jemma and Beth returned to the U.K., to home, and different targets for each. Jemma had resolved herself that championship catfighting was the way she wanted to go, following in the footsteps of her mother. She was only around the 150lb mark as a rule, meaning she may be a bit small in the open weight categories, though others had been successful enough at that level in the past, despite not having the weight of some of their opponents. She would talk to her mum about it in due course she had decided, and take some guidance on what might be her best route. Beth had returned with burgeoning confidence from the trip driven by her win in Dubai, and not dented by her subsequent defeat against Lexi. Her sights were set differently to Jemma, firmly fixed on Bindi with a desire to correct her previous defeats. She would bide her time though, having learned from Lexi that one of the keys was patience, and in picking the right time. She would try to set up a fight for Lexi with Bindi too, confident that the New Yorker would handle Bindi with aplomb and provide her with new insight into beating the Indian woman.

Jemma had one more matter on her plate first though; she’d tasted harsh and heavy defeat to Jackie and Netty in the tag match she’d had against them with Beth as her partner. More so, she’d tasted Jackie’s ass and pussy all over her face in a lengthy smother to end that match. The couples had parted on good terms, but there had been an unspoken agreement that at some point, Jemma and Jackie would fight again. That time was now, Jemma having contacted Jackie almost as soon as she got back home to get things setup. There had been very few issues in getting things together for the two women either. Both wanted the match, and both wanted the same thing; to find out between them who really was the queen of the facesit. To that end, a no holds barred, no time limit, no submissions catfight had been agreed on; the point of victory could be arrived at by any number of means, but it could be claimed by only one method, a long, draining, smothering facesit to a knockout. Both Jemma and Jackie had reached more or less that conclusion separately, had voiced it to each other, and any need for negotiations on the rules faded quickly in to mutual agreement.

It would be held at Debbie’s basement ring, allowing Jemma to have her first match there, with Beth and Netty getting to share a sofa and a bottle of wine while they watched their partners locked together in battle, realising that there was no need for either to be in the respective corners. All that was needed was a referee at fairly short notice, and the ladies both agreed that Shelley, the Australian dance teacher, would be a perfectly acceptable choice for that. It wasn’t like there were really all that many rules for her to enforce after all. What was telling was that although they would fight hard, there wasn’t the slightest bit of animosity between Jemma and Jackie beforehand. If anything, totally the opposite was the case; they got on very well with each other, chatting like old friends before it was time to get things started. This may be a hard and drawn out fight, but it would be one fought in a sporting enough manner, albeit within the less restrictive bounds of a catfight.

Jemma and Jackie went off to change, taking the two small changing rooms that had been added to one end of the remodelled basement. Beth and Netty moved to the same sofa and poured their first glass of wine, and Shelley kicked her shoes off, took off a sweatshirt, and went into the ring wearing black leggings trimmed with an orange mesh panel, and an orange sports bra that in turn had some black mesh trim. While Shelley waited and the respective partners sipped their wine, in the changing areas, Jemma and Jackie were momentarily alone with their thoughts. In both cases though, those thoughts were simply of dominating the other, and riding their face to victory.

With the aim of the game being the facesit, both women were keeping the attire simple and minimal for the fight. Both were topless and first out of the changing room was Jackie, the powerful ebony skinned fighter wearing a simple enough bright yellow spandex thong, her skin seeming to have a sheen in the lights of the basement. Her nails, notably long and dangerous looking finger nails painted a matching shade of yellow, her hair in an afro cut with hints of a deep red in it. She walked first to the sofa, kissed Netty, gave Beth a peck on the cheek, and headed into the ring where she offered a handshake to Shelley who smiled and asked ‘don’t I get one too?’

‘Well, if you want sugar’ Jackie smiled and gave Shelley a kiss on the cheek as well, before attentions turned back to the changing room as Jemma came into the main room. Where Jackie had chosen a yellow spandex thong, Jemma had elected to go with a plain emerald green triangle bikini bottom that tied neatly in a knot on each hip. She did pretty much the same as Jackie had moments earlier, pecking Netty on the cheek, kissing Beth a little more sensually, then slipping into the ring to kiss referee Shelley on the cheek too. She went to her corner, her flame red hair combed out as big as she could make it too, ensuring both fighters had impressive manes that were bound to serve as inviting targets for their opponent.

‘Ladies’ Shelley said now. ‘I’m your referee today, and I expect you to break when I call the knockout. Other than that, I’ll do my best to keep out of your way and let you get on with it. It’s to be no holds barred, no time limit, no breaks to a facesit knockout. No other submissions will count or need to be honoured. Jackie is 25 years old, she is 5 feet 7 inches tall, 142 lbs, 36D-24-37 and has a record of 11 wins and 2 losses. Jemma is 20 years old, she is 5 feet 7 inches tall, 146lbs, 36D-23-36 and has a record of 13 wins and 2 losses’. The two evenly matched yet contrasting fighters waited patiently in their corners still, looking at each other without any hint of animosity at all. They were keen to start, waiting for the instruction of Shelley to let them at each other quietly, each with their own thoughts to themselves until Shelley instructed ‘fight!’ to commence a period of hard and uncompromising action. A period though that started with a brief hug between the two who were determined to know who was the queen of the facesit. They would fight like they didn’t like each other, but there was a respect and a friendship between them. Then they circled briefly, and Jackie slapped Jemma’s face hard while at the same time, Jemma grabbed hold of Jackie’s afro, and the fight was on.

Jemma pulled hard on that shock of red tinged hair too, pulling Jackie on to a couple of heavy slaps to the ribs while Jackie let out an early tell tale moan that Jemma’s heavy hair pull was taking an effect on her. The black girl got her feet back under her quickly though, showing her strength before she went to the hair too and slapped heavily into Jemma’s breasts. Both young women let out moans of pain from the hair attacks now, and Jemma winced as she felt Jackie’s fingers kneading her breasts too. She sent another slap into Jackie’s body, kicked to the thigh, then moaned loudly as Jackie worked her fingers deeper into the sensitive breast flesh. She used that grip of Jackie’s afro to wrench the black girl’s head to the side with a degree of savage force, and the fight was in to a phase of attritional fighting only moments in. Jemma grabbed for Jackie’s yellow thong now, taking delight in pulling hard on the sturdy spandex material to give the black girl a wedgie. Jackie gritted her teeth against it, and released her breast grab for the moment, only so that she could land the first punch of the fight into the same breast before she retook the breast grab though. Jemma moaned, and delivered a kick to the thigh once more, looking to knot up Jackie’s power packed thighs quickly. The black girl took it, and delivered a knee in return into Jemma’s body and the first edge of the fight, despite Jemma still having a grip of her hair, as she bullied Jemma back to the ropes.

Against the ring ropes for the first time there was a period of infighting between the two young fighters. Bodies close together, each punched into the ribs of the other, toes were trodden on, knees landed in thighs, as each grunted and groaned, feeling the impact on their body, but then fired back with intent. Suddenly Jackie found a fraction of space, despite Jemma’s hand still wrapped in her afro, and she delivered a withering chop across Jemma’s breasts. ‘Aaaaggggh’ Jemma moaned loudly while the sound of hand on D cup breast filled the room. She looked to fire back, getting a hand briefly on to Jackie’s right breast, grabbing her nipple, before Jackie brushed it off and lashed another chop across her breasts. Now Jemma’s grip of her hair was lost for the time being as she tried to reel along the ropes, away from Jackie. It was her own shock of flame red hair that saw her reeled into a side headlock by Jackie; not a hold that the black girl planned on maintaining for long though as she simply sent a short punch up into Jemma’s face, allowing her to drop stunned to her knees.

‘Looks like your girl is in a spot of trouble Beth’ Netty said quietly to the blonde sat next to her on the sofa. There was no malice in the statement from her, just a matter of fact accompanied by Jemma’s cry of protest as she was pulled up by the hair and swept into a body slam. ‘She is’ Beth agreed equally quietly there on the sofa, watching the action as intently as Netty was while Jackie stomped Jemma in the belly. That as a telling blow early in a fight where one well applied face sit to a knockout would settle things. A lung emptying blow was always going to help in such circumstances, but Jackie felt no rush to capitalise immediately, first going back to the ropes so that she might measure Jemma for a shin drop across her big breasts. Jemma moaned loudly from that impact, and Jackie stayed on her straight away, kneeling on her breasts while she used a handful of hair to pull Jemma’s head up off the mats, and slapped her face hard Jemma was evidently in a spot of a daze, set up well for an early attempt at the facesit as Jackie shifted position in to a high schoolgirl pin for now, positioned almost with her crotch on Jemma’s face.

She was letting Jemma anticipate the facesit for a moment before she shifted her position forward, smothering Jemma with her ass and pussy. It may have been early in the fight, but Jemma was still breathing hard from that stomp to the belly; she needed to dislodge Jackie quickly. Her early attempts to dislodge the black girl as she squirmed and bucked though were to little avail, as Jackie remained poised and in place. Not Jackie twisted her upper body, just grinding her knuckles into Jemma’s crotch through the fabric of her green bikini, feeling as much as hearing the groan it drew from the redhead. ‘You like that sugar?’ she teased Jemma, continuing to grind her knuckles, thinking Jemma was becoming a little subdued already. Her hand snaked just inside the waistband of that bikini now, fingers searching for Jemma’s pussy to pleasure her as she smothered her. But then, it was Jackie who yelped in surprise, Jemma swinging up her long legs to trap her and roll her back off her to the canvas.

Although she’d gone to her back, Jackie used her gymnastic grace to roll to her feet, and she was able to catch Jemma rising with a running knee to the side to send her sprawling under the ropes. She wasn’t fully outside the ring, but she was fully in trouble in again as Jackie stood on the bottom rope, pressing it down painfully into her breasts. Jemma cried out in pain, the rough ring ropes causing her plenty of discomfort as they cut into her before Jackie spring boarded off the rope, aiming to land an elbow drop across Jemma’s face. That could have been a decisive move, and showed that despite the friendly nature between them there was no quarter asked in the action. On reflex reaction alone, Jemma was just able to get herself out of the way in time, and Jackie landed hard while Jemma rolled under the ropes to the outside.

She waited there foe Jackie to rise, grabbing her afro before dropping to her knees to clothesline the black girl on the top rope. As Jackie fell back to the canvas inside the ring then, just gasping for breath a little, Jemma had the chance to slip back between the ropes and rejoin the fight on an even footing. Jackie was just able to find her feet in time for Jemma to fold her forward at the waist with a front kick, and the redhead seemed to be finding her flow with a knee lift up into Jackie’s breasts to knock the black woman to the mat with some force. Again though, the black girl wasn’t allowed to stay down for long, Jemma grabbing a shock of her red tinged afro roughly, noting how Jackie whined as she was forced to her feet by it. That thought was forgotten quickly though as Jemma slid a hand between the legs of the black girl, lifted her and roughly dropped her across an outstretched knee in a brutal back breaker. As Jemma pushed Jackie off to the mats, the momentum of the fight seemed to have swung in her favour. Wisely, Jackie rolled straight to her belly, still moaning in a degree of pain, but defending herself against the facesit at least.

That wasn’t a big problem for Jemma though; she wasn’t looking for the face sit anyway just yet. Beth had told her to weaken Jackie first rather than go straight for it, and she did that now, dropping a heavy elbow across Jackie’s back before straddling her back. Immediately, both hands were in Jackie’s afro again, gripping firmly and pulling hard as she wrenched Jackie’s head back painfully.

Now the black girl whined furiously, a mixture of pain and pleasure in her voice as she cried out ‘OHHHHHH…...AAAAGGGGHHHH! FUCK!’

Jemma smiled and told her quietly ‘I know you like this Jackie...let yourself go….it’s OK….I won’t tell anyone’ as the black girl howled loudly again. Jemma worked her head side to side now, clutching two fistfuls of hair tightly, as she continued to punish Jackie further. ‘MMMNNGHHH! OOOOWWWWW!’ Jackie moaned, squirming beneath Jemma as each pull on her hair tortured her further, even as it sent waves of pleasure through her body. Jemma had, with the help of Beth, unlocked Jackie’s secret with her harsh hair-pulling attack. She wrenched back on the hair once again, forcing Jackie’s head back, painfully torquing her neck as she was forced to cup her hands beneath her chin just to provide some support for her neck.

On the sofa now, Beth took a sip of her wine, and turned to Netty to say ‘now it looks like your girl is in some bother’, a sentiment that Netty could only agree with as Jackie howled in orgasm there on the mats inside the ring. ‘She’s a tough cookie’ Netty allowed, taking a sip from her glass in turn as she continued to watch her girlfriend writhe in a mixture of pain and pleasure on the mats still. Worse followed quickly for Jackie too, Jemma now planting one hand in her face, looking for and finding a partial hand smother to give the black fighter something else to think about. She was getting dominated just now by the redhead she and Netty had previously had their way with in tag action. Of course that day, they’d been able to tag in and out, draining Jemma as a team, a luxury she didn’t have here today. Jackie’s breath came in short gasps now between Jemma’s fingers that did everything that they could to deny her it, as the smother continued to take some toll. It was a desperate situation; one she couldn’t submit to despite Shelley’s close interest in the action as it wasn’t a facesit, but it might just be weakening her for one to work on her.

Desperate or not, Jackie was a resourceful fighter, and in trouble, she spotted the chance to escape was there in front of her as she sunk her teeth into Jemma’s hand that was smothering her. Jemma shrieked, slapped furiously at the back of Jackie’s head, but crucially, the hair pull was broken and Jackie was able to maintain the molar maul a moment longer, until Jemma was able to break free, wringing her hand painfully as she surveyed the damage. Shelley looked on evenly, not really able to intervene in any way despite her status as referee, as both women looked to get to their feet, and another furious exchange took place.

Jackie slapped Jemma’s face, Jemma punched Jackie’s breasts, then both went for the hair, the yellow spandex thong of Jackie a shade or two darker now due to the result of the earlier hair pulling. It didn’t deter her from embracing the mutual hair pull though now, despite it’s potential effects on her, she used it to pull Jemma in close, before both worked with punches to the ribs. Jemma got catty, a long nail drag up Jackie’s side repaid quickly with two hard right hands to the body from the black fighter that made Jemma groan in pain. Her grip was almost lost on Jackie’s afro for a moment before she reclaimed it, wrenching her head back before delivering a stinging blow to the top of Jackie’s breasts. Then she hastily waist-locked the black girl, lifting her as she looked for a pussy pounding atomic drop. Now Jackie’s athleticism came in to play though as she quickly used her hands to push off Jemma’s body, getting clear of the attempted atomic drop. As she landed lightly on her feet, then it was Jemma’s crotch that took the impact, courtesy of Jackie’s foot that send her crumpling to the mat, clutching her assaulted womanhood.

Jackie showed now that she wasn’t afraid to soften Jemma up without going to the face sit as well. She wrenched Jemma to a seated position, legs out in front of her, then sat in her lap to snap her thighs closed around her waist in a crushing body scissors. Jemma groaned, felt her head pulled into a guillotine choke, and then her right arm deftly trapped in something of a hammerlock as Jackie forced it up behind her back. There was a scream of anguish from Jemma straight away as the power in those murderous thighs was brought to bear on her. Again there was no prospect of submission, this time for Jemma, but she was in a dangerous position with only one option, to try and fight her way out of it. A fist was hooked into Jackie’s side by Jemma, only resulting in a sudden ratcheting up of the pressure in both holds, the orgasm certainly having done very little to reduce the power in Jackie’s legs. Jemma moaned in pain, a long guttural groan as she felt the black powerhouse trying to break her fighting spirit and squeeze the fight right out of her. Teeth gritted though, she fought back as she had to, using her nails to sear the skin of her opponent as she traced an angry route to Jackie’s breasts where she dug them in hungrily, thumb nail pressing into Jackie’s nipple.

‘You bitch!’ Jackie shrieked, far from happy with this style of attack from Jemma.

‘Stop fucking choking me then!’ Jemma rasped, Jackie’s thighs cutting in to her waist again as she refused to release her grip on the black girl’s D cup breasts.

Jackie howled again, and then Jemma broke her grip for a moment, only so that she could start to send punches in to the sensitive flesh of Jackie’s breast. Each punch drew a groan from the black girl who still maintained a dominant position it seemed, but she was getting hurt by Jemma’s attacks too. Then Jemma sunk hungrily into her breasts once again, nails dug in harshly as desperation forced her on to the attack with an increased vicious intent. Jackie howled in pain as Jemma continued to attack, moaning in her own discomfort as the choking guillotine continued to drain her. She mauled and twisted her fingers painfully in Jackie’s sensitive and now tenderised breasts, drawing increasingly anguished cries from the black girl. Jackie knew that if she resisted, she could take the decisive edge, but she could take the pain no longer, and turned her holds loose. She may have turned Jemma loose, but then she struck to keep the redhead under her control with a headbutt to the face that put Jemma on her back in a bit of a daze.

It was the opening she needed it looked like, allowing her to spring forward into a very well applied front face sit, strong thighs holding Jemma’s face perfectly upturned so that she could ride her cum soaked thong across it in the hold.

‘Mmmfffff…..Mmmnggghh!’ Jemma moaned as the situation dawned on her quickly; she was trapped in the only hold that might finish the match, by a woman who loved to facesit her opponents.

‘That’s right baby girl’ Jackie teased now confidently, ‘you breathe it in good!’. She knew Jemma couldn’t help but smell the fruits of her own earlier work from her fierce hair-pulling now, and smiled at it, he hand reaching back to pull on the front of Jemma’s triangle bikini to wedgie her. Jemma bridged despite the wedgie, knowing she had to take the pain because she desperately had to escape and avoid the smothering facesit that could ultimately beat her. Her bridge was to no avail though, while Jackie’s wedgie started to hurt her. She let out a groan of pained anguish, muffled but clearly audible still despite Jackie’s tight smother. ‘You’re going out bitch….admit it’ Jackie said, conversationally with no malice in her voice. There was simply a match to be won, which she intended to do as she pulled harshly on Jemma’s bikini again. Finally, Jemma could take that pain no more, and she did the only thing she could, moving her hands to hastily untie the knots on each of her hips to allow the bikini bottom to pull away in Jackie’s hand the next time she wrenched at it.

‘Almost like you want me to get at that pussy Jemma!’ Jackie announced with glee, shifting her position so that she could trap the ailing redhead in a reverse split legged facesit now.

‘No!’ Jemma protested, voice still muffled as Jackie’s fingers went searching for their target, forcing the black girl to lean forward slightly. Despite Jemma’s denial, her legs seemed to open slightly to the touch of her Nubian tormentor, and Jackie’s fingers were inside her, slowly beginning to finger fuck her, almost gentle in her sensual approach.

‘Will she cum or pass out first?’ Netty asked Beth quietly as she topped up both of their glasses. In the centre of the ring, Jemma whined loudly as as Jackie’s fingers began to explore her womanhood, effectively too it seemed.

‘Cum I’d say’ Beth said as referee Shelley got down for a closer look at the action. ‘Unless she has a plan to escape that it…’ Beth continued, a smile on her face. She knew Jemma had a plan for this very situation, having discussed it with her. It just remained to be seen if she could implement it in the heat of the action.

Inside the ring, on the mats, Jemma’s whines and moans of pleasure were increasingly frequent and audible. And there was no subterfuge needed either in them; Jackie really was bringing her rapidly to an orgasm as she bit her own lip and tried to focus on her escape plan. Jackie’s sense that she was getting to Jemma, which she very much was, saw her lean further forward so that she was able to focus on her slow finger fucking of the redhead. She was still smothering Jemma, but crucially her head was in range of Jemma’s legs. Now Jemma moved with some speed to spring her plan, grabbing both sides of Jackie’s yellow spandex thong, and ripping it up into a sudden and deep wedgie. Jackie let out a shriek of pain and surprise, and predictably stopped finger fucking Jemma to try and retrieve the situation. In a second, the trap was finally sprung, Jemma swinging her legs up to close them tightly around Jackie’s head, and the black girl was trapped with her face in Jemma’s crotch, in the tight scissor hold.

This was still a dangerous enough part of the fight for Jemma though, because trapped or not, Jackie was still on her face, as well as being in a position where she might easily bring her tongue into play with a bit of presence of mind. It was vital that Jemma rolled her quickly, which she looked to do now, feinting to roll one way, then feinting back the other way before satisfied she had Jackie off guard enough, she went back in the original direction. It was little more than a battle of muscle on muscle now, and maybe Jemma’s desperation to escape just gave her that little bit more impetus. With one last huge effort, she had rolled Jackie into a position on her back. Crucially, as Jemma sat upright now, gulping in some deep breaths, it was she who was now sat heavily on Jackie’s face.

The bodies of both ladies were bathed in sweat now, locked together still on the mat. Was this a contest perhaps entering it’s final act?

Jemma certainly thought so, starting to roll her hips and grind her naked ass and pussy on Jackie’s face in her own inimitable style. She knew that it was an effective way of something an opponent and causing them pain all at once. Jackie felt the opposite it was clear despite the predicament, bridging and squirming before reaching her right hand up blindly to latch harshly on to Jemma’s right breast. As Jackie squeezed and pulled her breast, mauling as effectively as she could from her position, Jemma howled in anguish as she felt the fiery tendrils of pain torturing her. Crucially, she didn’t break her motion with the face sit for a second, ignoring the pain to hammer punches into Jackie’s body to drop her back flat to the mat as she emptied her lungs completely. Still Jemma ground herself on Jackie’s face, her own moans of pain, now mixed with those of pleasure caused by that motion it seemed. Jackie kicked and bucked wildly once again, perhaps the final attempts of a desperate woman. She grew still on the canvas now, but her death grip on Jemma’s right breast stayed firm, giving Shelley all the indication she needed to keep the action going.

Jemma continued to grind herself on Jackie’s face though, the punishing face sit taking it’s toll, even as Jemma started to moan ‘ooh fuck….ooh fuck…..FUCK…….FUCK!’, sensing herself to be close to cumming. ‘Time to go to sleep Jackie!’ she said, but it was quickly followed by another moan of pleasure, even as she hammered a right hand in to Jackie’s body. ‘OOHHH FUCK! YEESSSSS!’ Jemma screamed out loudly as she came, squirting on Jackie’s face now as, at the same time, Jackie’s hand fell away from her breast. That caught the attention of referee Shelley, who checked the arm quickly and told Jemma ‘its over..she’s out!’

In truth that was not a second too soon for Jemma’s whose own focus was somewhat broken by her own orgasm, which in turn left Jackie’s face glistening beneath the basement lights as Shelley comforted her until Netty and Beth both entered the ring to attend to their respective partners, both of whom were mentally and physically spent from the contest.

Shelley’s quick intervention as referee meant that Jackie was back to her senses quickly enough, while Jemma too regained her composure quickly too.

‘Did you…’ Jackie asked her, rubbing her fingers across her face.

‘Yeah,,,sorry about that’ Jemma smiled. ‘I kind of got a bit carried away!’ she admitted.

‘Don’t be sorry’ Jackie told her. ‘I’m pretty sure I’d have ended the same way if I’d been riding your face to victory like that. Maybe I’ll get the chance if we fight again’ she declared.

‘Maybe you will’ Jemma agreed, adding, ‘we’ll definitely fight again, but maybe next time we could be watching these two go at it?’ she said, indicating Beth and Netty. That was a suggestion that seemed to meet with approval all around between the group. It was clear that while all four would fight each other hard, their friendship would overcome any chance of a more severe rivalry.