Chinese Burn Returns

Meena's next championship title match had begun. This would be the third one out of the five she was supposed to beat. She had faced the Thai twins, the Nigerian powerhouse, and now she would fight against a Chinese opponent. Ying Liu. Meena had fought her in an unofficial challenger match before. Despite both of their sexual prowess being evenly matched, she had lost, as Ying struck at her weakness-- her nipples were still too sore from her previous fight, and she had taken on the new fight a little too hastily, without a second thought and no proper warmup. Now she would face the Chinese rival in a title match. She was a little nervous.

Meena wore her usual leopard print thong, and matching microbra, with a golden waist chain. She had her hair tied in an unbelievably long braid reaching well past her ample bottoms. She had put on some vaseline jelly on her tits, just in case, to avoid them being targeted.

They were in a dome shaped stadium, with a glass ceiling. Rows and rows of seats circled around the centre stage, all of the seats filled with the usual VIP clients, each provided with a mini computer screen in front of them where they could bet on the fighters. Meena stood at her corner of the stage, staring across at her rival Ying on the other side.

Ying wore a silver studded sparkly bikini, and a matching bra. She had tied her long black hair in a ponytail, which she hung on her shoulders. She posed seductively, showcasing her 32A tits, and her significantly larger bottoms, and thick thighs to the audience.

Meena walked on stage, her hips moving gracefully, her brown derriere, clearly visible over the scanty thong, shining under the light. Her 38F tits jiggled slightly, as she took a stride onto the stage, her long braid swaying in rhythm with her ass.

All though Ying had smaller tits, her large ass made her slower. Meena was in the same predicament.

There was a man in black wearing a panther mask. "Ladies and gentlemen, and today's match is between Meena Iyer, and Ying Liu for the title. You may start."

Meena slowly circled the stage. Ying did the same. Meena seductively licked her lips to gauge Ying's reaction. Ying bit her lips and narrowed her eyes at her. There was a mutual feeling between their eyes. They coud feel it. Meena was nervous. She had trained for this fight, but everytime she saw Ying's face, memories of her humiliating defeat came to Meena's mind. How Ying had defeated her and sold her to a mistress she didn't even know.

Ying's smirking face, her beautiful porcelain thighs which had squeezed the life out of her abdomen like a python, her tiny pink lips--the same ones which had puckered around her plump dark nipples and almost sucked her boobs dry, oh how she longed to feel their touch on her nipples again. Meena had a unique experience with Ying.

Ying had felt it too. Felt Meena's soft but deft hands stroking at her womanhood. Clawing at it. Holding onto it. Penetrating it. Her pussy felt great. It was a fight unlike others. Just them wrestling, clawing, fighting each ither body to body in a closed room under the moonlight, with no one watching. They had enjoyed it. Even though their previous match had a victor and a loser, they didn't care. They only cared about the feeling. Meena didn't know Ying. Neither did Ying know her. It was just two strangers undressed, and competing to see who was the better catfighter among them. No one would know their fight. It would be a secret. Yet that was what made it more exciting.

However things were different now. Now they needed a clear victor and a loser. Meena wasn't going to go home without a win. Neither was Ying willing to lose. They could feel the tension in the air. Ying's lips were dry, her pussy felt ticklish. Goosebumps.

Meena's almost naked behind shivered, her nipples throbbing. They both blushed, but were determined to defeat the other.

They both charged at each other, and grappled. Meena powered on, pushing Ying behind with her arms. Suddenly, Ying stuck out her foot and tripped Meena's calf, and with her hands she spun her around like a dance move, until finally Ying had Meena caught in her hold, Meena on her knees, and her two arms stretched back, being pulled by Ying.

Meena groaned, as Ying snaked her hand to the front and squished Meena's right tit playfully. Meena blushed, and mustering her leg strength, hopped backwards, and headbutted Ying in her face, freeing herself from the hold. They both immediately recovered, facing each other.

Meena noticed her breasts had been uncovered, her bra lying on the floor. Ying charged at a distracted Meena. They both grappled, but Meena was unprepared. Ying shot her knee into Meena's flat belly, and as Meena doubled over, Ying smartly moved her hands beyond Meena's arms and locked them around her back. She then pulled her into a tight bearhug. Meena groaned, and flailed her legs, but Ying held on. She slammed her fists into Ying's back, but Ying withstood it all, only tightening her grip around Meena's back, pushing her in closer, mashing her large naked breasts into Ying's face. Meena groaned and kept hammering on Ying's back silently. Meena could feel Ying's breath on her already erect nipples. Slightly frightened and at the same time ecstatic, she flailed more to get away from her. To reduce the resistance, Ying pulled in closer, and launched her jaws into Meena's soft inner sideboob, squishing against her face.

Meena screamed and pounded Ying's back with an increased pace, but with each hit, Ying tightened her grip around Meena's back and the grip her teeth had on Meena's melons.

"OOOOOOAAAAAAUUUUHHHnnnnnnnn......my......my...........muhh tiiiiiittttyyyy..."

Ying smiled, as she kept chewing on the supple, soft flesh. Meena flailed her legs, and fortunately for her, her hard thighbone finally found the poorly guarded entrance to Ying's pussy. Wasting no time, she rammed her love hole, with all her might, once, twice, thrice, 6 times, without stopping. Ying's jaws had long since detached from Meena's delicate melons, and were now gaping wide, slightly drooling at the edge, as her own knees bent inwards, quivering; a pained expression on her face, as she released the bearhug, and collapsed, her legs splayed, her hands cupping her throbbing womanhood. Ying's upper body was uncovered now, her tiny breasts shaking furiously as she lay writhing on the floor.

Meena turned aside, quickly as she nursed the spot where Ying bit her boob. It was slightly red, a somewhat more intense version of a lovebite.

"Ohh you bitch! You bit my tit so hard! You could've been more gentle!!" Meena hissed gently.

Ying hissed back in a whisper, "You pounded my pussy in too deep!! My pussy's still throbbing!"

Slowly, the fabric around Ying's crotch darkened, leaking her love juices around the floor, as Ying stared on blushing furiously. Meena snickered.

Ying got back up on her feet, facing a defensive Meena.

The laughter and banter was gone, replaced with tension. They both charged at each other again. Ying and Meena charged towards each other, but at the last moment, Meena ducked, as Ying's outstretched claws grasped thin air. Meena resurfaced, and her head hit Ying's throbbing cunt, as she squealed. Meena grabbed Ying's legs, and literally lifted her off the ground, flinging her over her shoulders, Ying's panty clad ass visible to the audience, and right beside Meena's face. As Ying shuddered, Meena grabbed Ying's panty, and pulled it off her, tossing the sparkly panty into the audience. Ying's large thick glistening ass faced the audience.

"My my.....look at that succulent chinese peach......", Meena seductively cooed.

She patted Ying's ass gently, before spanking it hard across the ass cheeks, jiggling them furiously. Ying squealed. Meena purred.

Meena continued her onslaught of slapping Ying's bountiful behind, each time Ying making a pathetic cry. Then she stopped. Meena slowly parted Ying's ass cheeks to reveal a swollen pink colored pussy. Ying gasped.

"NO NO WAIT! LEAVE MY PUSSY ALOOOONNNEEE!"

Ying frantically flailed her legs but Meena held them tightly. She parted her folds, teasing her lips down there, as her legs quivered. Then she gently inserted her fingers inside Ying's cave of love.

Ying could feel it. A light tap on the outskirts of her precious passage. Then the tap turned into a stroke, teasing her down there. Ying felt like she needed it inside her. Then she felt the the fingers bunched up together, forcing their way gently inside her, and she found herself moaning audibly.

She stroked inside the walls of the pussy, increasing her pace rapidly, as Ying shouted out frenzied moans, her quiver now transformed to flails and shudders.

Meena then found it. The rough surface of the tiny bean shaped gland. Ying's little G spot. Meena prodded it with her two fingers, as Ying moaned violently.

"Who wants to see a fountain~~~~~~~~~~", Meena said in a singsong voice.

She increased her prodding and stroking, and finally Ying came. She had squirted out, and came at the same time. It was a fountain of her love juice, showering almost all the guests on the front row and perhaps even till the third row.

"AAAAAHHHHHNNNN! I-I-I'M COOOMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGOOOOOUUUUUUNNNNNNGGHHH!"

"Wow, that's a lot of cum....I'm jealous....", Meena cooed.

Meena dropped a tired, wet and leaking Ying onto the floor, and faced the audience, posing seductively, her hands on her hips, her desirable ass curving outward, as she blew kisses to the crowd, swinging her braid behind her back.

Ying slowly opened her eyes. She was tired but she still had some fight left in her. She was'nt going to lose here. She slowly got on her knees, and then shot up. She targeted Meena's large ass.

Ying latched her claws onto Meena's hips, and opened her mouth and bit her asscheek.

Meena shrieked,"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEKKKKKKK!!!MY ASSSS!!! GET OFF GET OFF GET OFFFFFF!!!!!!!"

Meena started hopping about violently, trying to get the vicious Chinese minx off her prized booty, but Ying had firmly latched on, and she just followed Meena wherever she hopped. Ying got ahold of Meena's long braid and pulled it backwards, Meena now shrieking, and they soon fell into a tangled mess. They continued fighting each other on the ground, in a frenzied, tangled mess of a catfight. They raked each other's tits, pinched nipples, skin, clawed each other's faces, pulled hair, kicked, bit and viciously scratched. Finally the mess cleared up a little, as Ying had managed to get an upper hand. She had gotten behind Meena, and had forced her into a sort of camel clutch, locking her arms by her sides, as Meena groaned.

"I've got you now bitch!! You made me drip cum all over!! I'll show you!"

Ying quickly reached her hands in the front and grabbed ahold of the bulging, pendulous globes that were Meena's tits.

"You fat tittied bitches need to be put in their place....", she growled.

Then she began squeezing Meena's tits, as Meena squealed like a trapped animal.

Ying increases the pressure on her tits, as Meena shrieks and moans, desperately thrusting and moving her hips to buck off the vicious Chinese.

"Not.........Unnnhhh......muuhhhh......titttiieesss....agaihaiinnnn....", Meena moaned.

Finally, Meena's nipples got erect, and shot out a burst of milk, like a fountain. Ying steers the tits in different directions. First both tits point at the audience together, spraying them, then she points the tits in two different directions, then she points one of the tits upwards, all the while the tits spraying a continuous fountain of milk.

"UUUNNNgghhhh! Bitch let go of myooooooooouuunnnggghhh!"

With great difficulty, Meena launched her head back, and headbutted Ying's chin, as Ying loses hold of her tits and falls back. Meena cradles her large bosom, the nipples still leaking a bit of milk.

Ying recovers, staring at Meena's body seductively. Meena returned the glare. They both crawled towards each other on their knees.

Meena is now tense. Her nipples erect once more, her pubic hair all frayed, and her braid has come undone, revealing her lush black shiny hair covering her back and buttocks partially. She slowly circles an equally cautious Ying.

Their arms were up, grappling, wrestling with each other. Meena slipped her hand downwards, and plucked Ying's pubic hair. Ying lightly grabbed Meena's left boob and squeezed it, shooting a thin jet of milk into Ying's open mouth.

"Awhh!", Meena squealed in surprise.

Meena shoved into Ying, her larger bosom giving her hits more gravity, as Ying fell back breathless. Meena sat on her abdomen, pinning her. She then slowly parted Ying's bush and vaginal lips, to reveal her throbbing pink clitoris. Meena's mouth watered. Ying's face was covered in panic. Wasting no time, she immediately latched her mouth onto it, sucking it, biting it, driving Ying crazy as she moaned like a distressed mare.

"NOOOO.....NUuuuuuUuhhhh....maaa....puuussyyy.." shrieke Ying.

Meena didn't stop. Only she improved her pace, ravishing Ying's poor peach. Ying wasn't going to take it lying down. She could see the surface of Meena's large brown curvy behind, blocking the headlights above. She hooked her nails onto them, bringing them down slowly, scratching Meena's rear with as much fury as she could muster. Meena groaned into Ying's pussy, as her behind shuddered. She had left it unprotected.

Ying slowly began pushing and gently shoving on the Indian girl's succulent butt. Her efforts paid off, as she could now see her rival's gaping love hole. Since she reached through the back entrance, there was no thick pubic hair blocking her attacks. She thrust her fingers in, hooked them into Meena's inner walls, and pulled them closer to her mouth. Soon she had buried her tongue and lips into Meena's fleshy womanhood. Meena's eyes went glassy, as she puckered her mouth in an 'O' position and moaned. Ying was gaining traction.

Meena gasped slightly, but continued her work. They were in a 69 position now. It was a daring struggle. Meena was all tense, frantically slobbering her Chinese rival's pussy, while Ying was desperately trying to conquer the Indian girl's womanhood. However as the struggle rage on, Meena seemed to tire.

Ying bit her labial folds, toying around with her own clitoris with her tongue, occasionally biting her folds. This caused a lot of distress for Meena, as it seemed the Chinese minx's attacks were working. Ying continued, slowly, step by step, breaking down the defences of Meena's back entrance. Now Meena had stopped eating Ying's pussy, and was just gaping, moaning, her eyes now misty, tearing up, as she cried out in arousal. She wanted to orgasm, but Ying wouldn't let her. She just let her tongue go in and quickly go out, teasing Meena helplessly. Ying had clenched Meena's clitoris and wrapped it with her tongue viciously.

"Aaahhhhnnnnn ple-pleaaaasseeeeeletgoletgoletgooooo......Ooohhhnnnnn....................lemme cum......I wanna cooommmmeeee....."

Finally, Ying made it happen. Meena climaxed with a long moan. A stream of warm, translucent sticky liquid gushed onto Ying's face, as she lapped it up greedily. Meena slumped on her face, her ass raised up in the air. Ying sat on Meena's raised, upturned bottom, and inserted her finger in her fallen rival's lovehole again, drawing a surprised moan from a tired Meena. She managed to make Meena ejaculate a few more gobs of her love juice, before she walked away towards the audience.

"I can eat a thousand Meenas for breakfast..." Ying purred.

The bell had rung.

Meena managed to crawl back to her corner, her pussy dripping a trail of cum along the way. Her face was red, as she blushed furiously, her glorious naked behind throbbing achingly.

Ying was in a good mood. She stared at Meena and smirked. She was a little tense too. She had actually gotten to the invincible Chocolate colored catfighter, and she couldn't wait to deal the finishing blow. She had her right where she wanted her. After the match she would make the curvy big tittied girl her personal plaything. Just the thought of it made Ying wet down there, and her thighs shuddered.

The bell rung and both fighters got ready. Meena slowly sauntered towards her rival, more cautious now. Ying struck first. She charged at Meena. Meena charged too. However, when she was right near her, Ying swerved, only her fingers grazing Meena's outstretched nipples. Meena staggered to a halt, momentarily confused. Ying sauntered behind her, snickering. Meena's tits felt cold.

She stared behind as Ying circled her. Ying was a sight to behold. Her pale fair porcelain skin covered in gelatinous sweat, her sweaty face plastered with a naughty smile, her sweaty black hair clinging to her shoukders as she walked around Meena, her tiny tits and thick thighs shaking with each step she took. Meena was no less. She stood there a little nervous but confident, her dark kohl lined eyes glinting sensuously, her sweaty chocolate brown skin glinting under the light, drops of sweat trickling down her ample boobs, ass and down her thick juicy brown thighs. Her long black shiny hair had come undone and clung to her shapely sweat sheened body. With every step she took, her large breasts bounced, and so did her bouncy bottomcheeks, in rhythm with her melons. There was an electric tension in the atmosphere. Ying and Meena both gulped simultaneously. Ying's mouth was dry. She ogled Meena's protruding dark nipples shining under the light, a little bit of white milk dried and crusted under the teats. She longed to to absorb them into her mouth. She licked her lips.

Meena stared at Ying's swollen pussy, reddened a bit because of their exciting fight. She wanted to hold the plump, red hanging pussy of her Chinese rival and squeeze it till it dripped out all its womanly nectar. Ying wanted to do the same to Meena's engorged dark pussy and her pale pink swollen clit which was hanging downwards, half erect. There was a nervous pause for a moment. Then the fear and nervousness was replaced with excitement as the match continued. The two sweaty, glistening girls stood there eating each other's bodies with their eyes.

Ying once again rushed at her, and Meena with no time to dodge or duck, closed her eyes and braced for the impact, but Ying once again swerved away right near her, and grazed her nipples with her fingers this time too. Meena gasped. Her tits felt cold and wet. She stared st Ying's fingers. Ying raised her hands showing two crystal, cold ice cubes in each hand. She grinned. Meena shuddered. Ying charged again, but this time Meena covered her nipples. However Ying changed tactics, and drew up close to an unprepared Meena, embracing her in a tight hug. She then stuck the ice cubes inside Meena's gaping, still wet, steamy pussy with her thumbs.

Meena shot her head up and gasped, teary eyed, her entire body shuddering, goosebumps rippling through her skin. Ying latched her lips onto Meena's throat, and gently kissed it.

"Let's end this bout, brownie, you know I'll win like before", she whispered in Meena's ears.

Without warning, Meena's hands snaked behind Ying, and grabbed ahold of her buttocks, each hand holding onto a buttcheek. Ying's eyes widened.

Meena immediately used her strength and lifted Ying off the mat by her ass, Ying's feet no longer touching the floor, as they flailed slightly.

"You're right, lets end this. But I don't agree with the second part", Meena purred as she pulled Ying down---her pussy meeting Meena's raised knee.

" AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEYAYYAYAYAAAAAIIIEEEEE", Ying shrieked.

Meena let go of her cold body, as Ying rolled on the floor, holding and caressing her bruised womanhood. The icecubes inside Meena's pussy had melted, as the cold water trickled down her legs. Meena bit her lips, closed her eyes and moaned.