ON THE ROAD - the very beginning

Prologue

At 19, someone told me that the real womanizer doesn't look for nice women if he seeks a good, hard, fuck… "The ugly girls are the best in bed," he kept saying.
Ines was not really ugly, but she wasn't the nice looking type either. To put it better, she had an ugly face but in spite of it, she had interesting traits. She was a 34 years old stocky blonde when I met her in Mihai's restaurant, where Ines was a waitress. She was 5'7' and she weighted 140 lbs. without being fat, damn her… I mean, she could be somehow ugly, but her body was covered in hard, strong muscles and God knows well that this is how I like a woman to be. She had straight hair, her forehead was rather short, her eyes were black, her nose was broad and she had the rectangular, prominent chin of a hard willed woman. Her legs were extremely muscled but her ankles preserved a gracile, womanly shape. Her ass was tight as rock, and she had medium sized, elastic breasts. She was broad shouldered and her arms were strong, the back of her forearms being covered by thick veins.
I was also 34 then. Ines and I had been colleagues in elementary school and, when I saw her, I remembered that she once had been keen on me. We had even kissed during a party and, just like my friend said, Ines had been one of the most sexy-and-wild experiences I had as a teenager: she was very dominant and eager to go on, behaving more like an aroused grown-up male than as a teenager girl.
I recognized her first in the restaurant and I asked her how life had been. Weird enough, I found out that between 16 and 32, she had worked in a small circus, as an acrobat.
"My mother used to be an acrobat and I practiced since I was little kid."
That was something I never knew about her. Anyway, she got tired of wandering from small town to small town while putting her life on the line for only some hundreds thousands of lei. "Money was scarce and the circus director wanted me to perform the riskier tricks in the book. Fuck him!"
She deserted the circus and she came back to Galati, our hometown, where she got more money as a waitress than she earned as an acrobat, but that's how things are now in Romania – the communism's legacy distorts values, wages and respect and that's something that everyone must know.
Well, she was still smiling nicely at me, after all these years and, when I found out that she was single, I seized the opportunity to check out my old friend's saying. Two days later Ines moved in my apartment.
Gosh! That old friend of mine was right! Ines was the greatest fuck I ever had! Wild, imaginative, loud – she always succeeded in getting me horny in less than two seconds. We had a good time together and I thanked God for arranging things as such. We had only one problem and, as you can imagine, that was money. Galati has a high rate of unemployment, my incomes were low and Ines didn't get too much money from her wages and tips. This didn't count too much for our daily living but, as you will soon see, it proved to be the trigger that changed our way of life.
One evening, Ines had an argument with one of our neighbors. The other woman (her name was Gina) was a sturdy and tall redhead in her mid forties and everybody in our block of flats knew damned well that she was a little mad. The argument soon turned to curses, the curses turned to a push and shove contest and the push and shove contest turned to a straight fight.
First, I was concerned, since the redhead was bigger than my Ines but soon, my concern became a strange arousal that built up in me more and more, as the two women began to fight harder and harder. To my disbelief, I realized that nothing mattered anymore – I only wanted to see Ines and our neighbor beat the hell out of each other.
Ines did fine that evening. As she told me later, her past as an acrobat had helped her a lot. To cut it short, she managed to get the bigger lady in a waist squeeze and she slammed her against a wall until dazing her. Then, as the redhead sled to the concrete floor, Ines rammed her knee in our neighbor's face, crushing her nose and lips, covering her with blood and finally, stunning her for good.
That night, I fucked the fucking daylights off Ines, again and again… The next day, an Arab running a night club knocked at our door.
"Do you want to get more money in an evening that in a whole month of work?" he asked us. "I have a business to propose to you…"
We invited him in, eager to hear what he had to say.

2.

The strong brunette was one inch taller and some five lbs. heavier than Ines – her name was Anca and she was heavily bleeding by now. She was staggering as drunk, waiting for Ines' assault with her arms raised in guard. My woman was hopping around the sturdy brunette, looking as fresh as she had been at the beginning of the fight. Anca's white panties had sled down, exposing the crease from between her muscled butts. Neither Ines, nor Anca wore bras, but these were the rules at Hassan's fights... The spectators in the garage were shouting at the two women from the bottom of their lungs, urging them to go on, and Hassan (he had made me the honor of inviting me to seat next to him) was rubbing his hands.
"These guys are stupid, aren't they?" he said, winking at me. "Their money flows into my pockets… and yours, of course… They all made bets on Anca because they knew she was the stronger woman working in the harbor… But then, d'ye think I'm stupid? I hid your Ines on purpose, my dear friend! Since my friends told me that she had easily beaten that Gina bitch, I knew that she'd get me a lot of money! Err… I knew that she'll get us a lot of money!" he corrected himself.
Ines rushed once more against the brunette, alternating fist after fist at Anca's heavy breasts, big as meat packs, white and saggy, and the brunette retreated, delivering once and again a punch that was usually lost in the air. Ines, however, went on and pummeled Anca, always piercing her guard and snapping her head backwards. Soon, blood began to flow heavily from the brunette's torn nostrils and lips.
The spectators began to shout at them louder and louder and, once again, Ines was the one that fulfilled their expectations as she managed to violently crowd the brunette against the trunk of a car, methodically delivering fists to Anca's face, belly and breasts.
"You want some more, bitch? Huh, you want some more?" she kept asking the dazed brunette. "Tell me! You want some more?"
"Hit her back, damn her, hit her back, Anca!" shouted a bald guy at the brunette. "I feed you and I pump money into you, damn it!"
"Poor Zozo…" said Hassan, puffing. "Your Ines will tear his woman to pieces! Fuck her! She deserves it! None had beaten her in the last year! She and Zozo bragged that Hassan is good for nothing! They said that Hassan could not find a woman strong enough to beat this stinking Anca! They'll pay for it, now… Your Ines will make them pay for it… Ooooh!"
The garage was boiling like a volcano. All the spectators yelled like mad. Brunette Anca attempted to fight back and delivered a couple of fists but this enraged Ines that much that she began to throw punch after punch at her foe's liver, gradually bending her in two.
"You want some more, bitch? Tell me! You want some more?" she yelled while Anca slipped along the car, pressing both hands over its trunk in order to remain on her feet. Blood was heavily pouring off her nose and mouth, covering her breasts and belly and, when Ines began to punch her again, the helpless brunette could only cover her head, letting brief grunts of exertion.
"Knock her down, Ines! Knock her down and trample her under your feet!" yelled Hassan.
"You didn't tell me that Ines was to fight a woman experience in fights…" I told Hassan in a low voice.
"What?! Oh, c'mon, man! I knew that Ines is better than lowsy Anca! Believe me, I have a good eye on it! I only wanted your wife to be fully confident in her! How could I tell her that she had to fight against the local champion? How could I tell her that Anca works in the harbor as a porter, huh? What d'ye… Oooooh, great!" he said suddenly, springing to his feet as Ines, having Anca in a head lock, slammed her against the back door of the car with all her might.
"Tell me, bitch! You want some more? Tell me!" kept yelling Ines.
The brunette was not answering. She desperately tried to hold herself up by embracing Ines, her big, brown-nippled breasts were swaying back and forth after each head slam and her muscled butts were shaking like gelatin. In fact, I was wondering for how she will be still able to stand. I was also wandering for how long will I be able to stand, since the sight of the two women fighting was more than dazzling.
The spectators gave a wild yell, sending shivers through my spine, when Ines delivered a fist in Anca's back of the neck – the brunette's strong legs broke from the knees and Anca's butts fell between her heels. Ines got her foe once again in a neck lock and, crushing the brunette against the back wheel of the car, she looked at us, smiling.
"I hope you're not mad at me…" said Hassan al of a sudden. "Look at your wife, man, just look at her! She's beating Anca, the porter and she gets you 300 Euros… Woooow!"
He sprang to his feet once again, yelling as hard as he could. I also began to yell but our mad screams were lost among the others' shouting.
Ines had got behind the big brunette and, grabbing her by the hair, she was now dragging Anca, bringing her in the middle of the garage. Anca did serious efforts to follow Ines but she always fell on her muscled butts and my woman kept dragging the brunette, tossing her from side to side as if the big woman was a sack of potatoes. Anca's bare heels were constantly slipping on the concrete floor, her panties had fully sled downwards, revealing the brunette's ass and Ines suddenly halted the maneuver and kneeled behind her foe. She grabbed her by the ears and then she delivered a most powerful head butt to Anca's back of the head.
A dull thud was heard and the sturdy brunette quaked from head to toe. Ines set her free then and Anca fell on her belly, sprawling on the floor. Her strong muscles twitched unconsciously and a weird arousal began then to invade my guts.
"She beats her, man! She damn beats her!" rejoiced Hassan. "Ooooh, mighty Allah!"
The garage seemed to burst out. Ines had mounted on Anca's ass and, grabbing her by the hair with the left hand, she savagely pulled the brunette's head up. Soon, she began to deliver fist after fist with the right hand to her foe's cheek, shaking Anca from head to toe.
The big brunette was barely breathing. Her face was oriented towards us and, therefore, I could see her empty looking eyes and her half fallen jaw. She had raised her muscled calves and her breasts were trembling after each punch. Blood was spurting off her mouth and nose after each blow. Gosh, my Ines was really doing her. 300 Euros equaled both our monthly wages and I damned understood my Ines: Hassan's rules were to leave the other woman unconsciously on the floor…
I looked at Zozo, the bald guy: he was slapping himself hysterically while yelling at Anca to get up but I doubt that the brunette could hear him anymore. Big Anca had fully sprawled on the floor and Ines was hitting her harder and harder, resting between the blows, sensing that the brunette beneath her was helpless. She had finished her. She drew her blood and she had finished her.
Ines looked at Hassan then:
"She's almost done. Do you want me to beat her more?"
"Give her a break, will you?" laughed the Arab while most of the spectators were throwing curses at Zozo: almost all of them had made bets on bigger Anca and now they were losing all that damned money…
"Get up, bitch! Get up and fight, fuck you!" yelled Zozo at Anca. "I pumped tons of money into you, damn you!"
Anca propped on elbows and, awkwardly raised her butts from the ground. She then propped on her knees but her head was hanging between her shaking arms. Her creased belly was hanging, her big fluffy breasts coiled and she was still bleeding from her face.
"Fuck… you… woman…" she uttered.
Ines approached the big brunette, ready to kick her, but Hassan motioned her to stop.
"C'mon, guys! Throw a bucket of cold water on our big Anca here!"
Meanwhile, the brunette managed to get up but her strong muscles failed her and she began to walk sideways, as drunk, until propping her palms against the trunk of the nearest wall. Hearing us yell, she realized that her genital hair was exposed and she awkwardly pulled up her panties. She then split in two, unable to control herself anymore.
"You, damned stupid woman!" hissed Zozo. "What are you doing? Fight! Fight! These people had made bets on you! You have to fight, bitch! Beat her! She's smaller than you, damn her! She's just an ugly waitress!"
Hasan's bodyguards showed up then, throwing a bucket of cold water over Anca. The brunette shivered and, moments later, she began to recover. She searched for Ines and she raised her arms in guard. However, it was obvious that my woman had scared her.
"How are you, Anca?" asked Hassan. "Are you OK?"
"She's OK, damn her," answered Zozo instead of Anca. "Anca is ready… She recovered damned well, I'm sure… How could that ugly blonde beat her?"
"As you say, Zozo, as you say… Go on, Ines!"
Hopping like a karate fighter, Ines approached the brunette. Gosh! The sight of her well toned breasts dancing in rhythm with her hops made me swallow my saliva. By then, Anca had fully regained her breath and she crouched like a boxer, covering her face and breasts with her ams. She began to move in circle, getting ready to fight.
"Are you sure you wanna go on, Anca?" asked Hassan once more.
"I'm OK, Hassan, I'm OK!" answered the big brunette.
"Good! Show us what you've got! Believe me that I also made bets on you!" he joked.
Anca snarled then and rushed forth, hitting as hard as she could. Ines answered and soon, they were both hitting as hard as they could. Anca seemed to get the upper hand as she managed to land a couple of punches on Ines' face but then, my woman threw a most surprising high kick to the chin. The brunette staggered backwards and Ines followed her. She alternated rights and lefts to the face but the brunette covered herself and then, Ines went on with a roundhouse kick to the thigh, making Anca yell hoarsely. The brunette rushed at Ines, launching fist after fist to the face, but my woman delivered another roundhouse kick to the thigh, almost sweeping the brunette's strong legs from beneath her.
All the spectators began to shout and Hassan got up and yelled as hard as he could:
"Enough, Ines! Don't play anymore! Hit her until she passes out! Draw the shit off her!"
Ines acquiesced and rushed at Anca, launching slaps and fists. Anca managed to resist for awhile but my woman's fists got through her guard more and more often, dazzling the big brunette. Anca hit back at her turn but Ines resorted to kick her in the thigh until the brunette began to stagger, helplessly. Sensing that the brunette could barely defend herself, Ines grabbed her by the hair and delivered a terrible head butt to the face, stunning Anca. Anca stumbled on unsteady legs but she gathered her strength and rushed at Ines, launching a couple of punches; however, my Ines dived, head first, between the brunette's heavy breasts.
Grunting, the brunette fell to her butts and crawled backwards on ass and palms, trying to put a save distance between her and Ines, but my woman kicked her in the face, throwing Anca on her back.
"Aaaah…"
The big brunette rolled on her belly and got on all fours, crawling away and, in that moment, we all understood that she was lost. Ines followed her and kicked her between the roots of her thighs with all her might, hoisting Anca's big butts in the air. The brunette froze on all fours. She yawned but not a sound left her mouth. Ines kicked her again in the cunt, throwing Anca forth and then she kicked her again and again until the brunette curled and fell on her side, bringing her knees to her chest.
"Oh… no… oh… no…"
Ines went behind her then and kicked her in the small of the back, making the big brunette yell sharply before arching her whole body. She couldn't breathe anymore and her breasts and belly were fully exposed. Ines got in front of her foe and forcefully kicked her in the belly.
"Aaaah… mother… mother…"
The big brunette curled once again, protecting her head between knees and elbows but Ines grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. She was shaking the big brunette, forcing her to get to her legs but the big brunette could not stand anymore. She delivered a couple of weak punches but Ines grabbed her by the ears and then she embraced her around the neck before delivering a savage head butt to the mouth.
"Aaaaah…"
Face covered with blood, the big brunette fell limp in front of Ines, jerking in uncontrollably spasms and my woman mounted her, grabbed her by the ears and, raising her head, she delivered another head butt to the mouth.
Face covered with blood, the big brunette sprawled beneath Ines, jerking in uncontrollably spasms and my woman mounted her, grabbed her by the ears and, pulling her head up, she delivered another head butt to the mouth.
Big Anca erected like cardboard and Ines head butted her again, crushing her face. The brunette began to quake and then, my woman grabbed her by the hair and she began to slam Anca's head against the concrete floor. Desperate, the big brunette clutched her hands to Ines' forearms, she jerked her strong legs for a couple of times, but Ines kept slamming her head against the floor harder and harder.
The whole garage was silent by now and you could hear only Ines' grunts followed by the thuds of her foe's head being slammed to the floor. Big Anca could not utter the least sound – she could only jerk her strong legs after each blow. Suddenly, my Ines took a deep breath and slammed Anca's head to the floor with all her might.
"Enough… please… you… kill… me…" whispered the big brunette before going limp. A gush was then heard and, to my astonishment, I saw the big woman piss herself.
"Please… you… did… me…" begged Anca once again, unable to focus her eyes on my Ines.
Ines raised her hands above the head and looked at me, triumphantly. We all began to shout while my woman took her time to rip Anca's panties and slipped her right hand between her thighs. She grabbed the brunette's hairy womanhood and began to pull on it as hard as she could. The big brunette let a howl but then, my woman pulled harder and harder and managed to snatch a handful of Anca's genital hair and threw it towards Zozo.
Anca began to quake and, the next moment, a jet of urine sprang from between her thighs.
"I did you, bitch!" yelled Ines and she began to stomp Anca's head against the floor, again and again until a loud crack was heard. The next moment, big Anca started to shake and Ines looked at Hassan who motioned her to stop.
"Do you agree that we stop the fight, or do you want Ines to go on?" asked Hassan, looking straight in Zozo's eyes.
The bald guy approached the big woman. Poor Anca could barely breathe and she was rolling her head from side to side. Urine had already gathered in a puddle beneath her muscled butts. Zozo acquiesced, looking at Ines from the corner of his eyes.
"Where the hell do you come from, bitch?" he asked.
"She's my new star!" smiled Hassan and he motioned two of his bodyguards to take Anca out of the garage. They grabbed her by the ankles and wrists and they carried her away in silence.
"Good girl!" I said then to Ines. "I never would have thought that you were so good! This woman works as a porter in the harbor!"
"Yeah? Do you think that a porter is stronger than an acrobat then?" she asked me.