I can still see the picture before me when I close my eyes.
The other girls showed it to me the first night after I arrived at the campus, about a year ago. It shocked me at first: It was a picture of a girl lying spread on the ground, with a vibrator stuck all the way up her pussy, juices flowing everywhere, and nothing was censored but her face. They told me that all the girls come together once a month, and choose two people for a sexfight. I didn't know what to think: I thought I should be revolted, but I actually got slightly turned on by the idea. So at the next event, a week later, I decided to attend.
It was very secretive, and I only got into the seemingly abandoned gym with a password the girls had given me, but when I got there I saw a boxing ring with about fifty girls sitting on the benches surrounding it. There were only female spectators; boys weren't allowed. After about ten minutes, when we were sure no latecomers were still to arrive, the doors were locked and the fight could begin. The audience wasn't that big, so the referee, a small but well-shaped woman in a black-and-white dress didn't need a microphone.
'Hello ladies, and welcome to our monthly sexfight! I will explain it for our newcomers: Every month, one girl in this room is chosen to go and fight last month's champion. The battle ends when either one of them experiences an orgasm; At this point, the winner can do whatever she pleases to the loser, and a picture of the result will be posted online, with the face censored. Other than this, taking pictures or videos is not allowed! Both women will start the fight in their underwear.
'The chosen girl is randomly chosen from all the girls here; if you have a problem with any of this, now's your chance to leave.' Nobody left. 'Great. Now let's choose our contestant. Everyone, draw a piece of paper.'
The referee went around the room and everyone was to pick one piece of paper out of some hilarious old fashioned top hat, and keep it face down. There were exactly enough pieces. 'Now everyone, turn it around. To the lady with the red cross on her paper; congratulations. you're our contestant of the month.' With a weird feeling in my stomach, I turned around my paper, and of course... a red cross. Some of the girls around me spotted it and started to talk loudly; this attracted the referee's attention. 'You there, come over here!' I climbed down the tribune and stepped over the elastic ropes into the ring. 'What's your name?'
'Monica.'
'Everyone, let's hear it for our contestant Monica!' Everyone clapped excitedly. 'And now for last month's champion, please give a warm applause to Brianna!'
From the stand came a tall girl that I had seen walking around the campus before. She had obviously dyed her hair black and red, but it was not so obvious that it bothered me; it actually looked very nice. She was wearing a very short skirt and a small tight top knotted together at her belly, showing off her round breasts. She really made a show for it like in real wrestling leagues; she walked towards the ring almost as if in slow motion, and once there, dit some very sexy poses for everyone to admire. I was very turned on, but tried to hide it. That plan failed as soon as we were bid to remove our extra clothes.
As I removed my jeans, some girls started to giggle, and Brianna said 'Already? Be patient love, we'll begin soon.' When I looked down, I saw the large wet spot on my light blue panties. I blushed a deep shade of red and tried to hide it, but I think that only made it funnier.
