Sexfight At The OK Saloon (1/2,FF,Sexfight) Business was a bit slow. There were three or four ladies on the main floor, idly drinking and playing nickel poker. But that wasn't where the real business was. I was polishing the mahogany of the long bar when the doors swung open and a hurricane blew in. Said hurricane was about six feet of dust and red hair shaped like a dream. She announced her presence with a bellow of laughter and fetched up against the bar. She took off her hat and this tangled mane of fiery red hair fell about her shoulders. She said, "Whiskey, sweetie, and keep it coming." I placed the bottle on the bar and sterilized a glass with my week-old rag. I poured a shot. She pulled a dime out of her bag and flipped it to me. She picked up the glass, winked at me, and tossed it back. Her eyes watered a second, and she coughed a bit. She shuddered, and said, "Smooth. Gimme another, sugar lips." "You bet, Red. But the name's Bonnie Mae. I own this establishment." I poured her another shot and she flipped me another piece of silver. "Well, Bonnie Mae, a fine place it is, too. My handle is Ginny, and I'm the baddest girl in three states and four territories. I can outfight and outfuck anyone around." I smiled at her. "Ginny, if that is indeed the case, you came to the right place to prove it." I indicated the solid door down at the end of the bar, by the badly out-of-tune piano. "For ten bucks, gold, you can find out just how good you are." She studied me a minute. Ginny was a tall and marvelously shaped woman, with breasts like grapefruit and a full round butt. She was wearing dust-stained dungarees and a red cotton shirt. She had a fancy two-gun rig, and she looked like she knew how to use it. She slipped herself a chaw. "Bonnie Mae, now just what would it be that I would find behind that door?" I leaned forward on the bar. She came in a bit closer. "Ginny, behind that door you can go against some of the toughest women around. Tooth and nail, tit and cunt. The OK saloon is the only place around where a woman can prove that she's the `baddest girl in three states and four territories'. Catfight, sexfight, you name it, it's there." Ginny chewed on this for about two seconds, while doing the same for the wad of tobacco. She grinned, rooted around in her bag and produced a ten-dollar gold piece. She turned it over in her fingers a few times, then handed it to me. I took the coin and bit it. Good as gold. I deposited the shiny yellow coin in the strongbox under the bar. "Follow me, pussycat," I said as I headed for the heavy door. On her side of the bar, she walked along. Before we reached the door, I held out my hand and said, "The hardware stays here. You'll get it back when you leave...providing you're not carried out." "Suits me, babe. These are just tools. My weapons are my tits `n pussy." She undid the gunbelt, handed it to me. After handing me the Colts, she reached behind her and pulled out an enormous shining blade on a bone handle. "Here's my penknife, too." I turned around and placed the lethal goods in the large box under the bar. It fell into the company of several other revolvers and a couple of Winchesters. I took the big key ring hanging from the old rusty nail and inserted the key into the lock on the door. The ladies are always surprised when they see the room for the first time. Ginny was no exception. Her eyes widened, and she smiled in anticipation. There's a big circular depression cut into the wood flooring, about sixteen feet wide, and a foot deep. It's lined with blankets and straw and sawdust. Around the big hole are several benches. Right now, about twenty women were on those benches, leaning forward. Some of those women were topless, a couple completely naked. Potential combatants. They were intently watching the action in the pit. Their voices were starting to get louder. Two naked women were tangling in the straw and sawdust, their hands clenched in each other's hair. They rolled around, legs tangling and tits sliding roughly together. The big black-haired woman got an advantage over the blonde smaller woman. She got on top and positioned her thighs just right. Blondie was helpless. The dark haired woman started smashing her hips down, her black hairy pussy striking the sparse blonde bush of the women beneath her. She started to howl. Ginny looked at me and said, "Now this is what I call quality entertainment." I smiled and said, "We aim to please." It was time for someone else to watch the bar. I wanted to watch the fireworks. Ownership has some prerogatives. "Hey, Lulu! Get your fanny over here!" I called out. A half-naked brown-haired woman looked up from one of the benches. "Aw...Bonnie Mae, not now! It's getting good. Calamity's just to about to make ole Susie pop her pussy!" I put a little steel into my voice. "Over here now, missy, or I'll thrash you six ways from Sunday!" She reluctantly got up and walked over, picking up her pants and shirt. She started to get into them. I said, "Watch the front for a while. I'm gonna introduce Ginny." Lulu looked at Ginny, and smiled a bit. She said, shyly, "Hi, Ginny. Are you gonna take on Calamity?" Ginny looked over at the pit. Calamity was hammering her naked hips down onto the blonde, who was hollering and screaming like a banshee. "I sure would love to, darlin'." To Lulu, I said, "Get in there now, sweetheart, before I'm robbed blind." Lulu, now dressed, started to walk past me to the heavy door. I snaked out an arm, wrapped it around her waist, and kissed her roughly. "Sorry, baby, you'll get your chance later." She reached up and pinched my right tit lightly. "I'll hold ya ta that, boss." She left the room. Ginny and I moved forward to a crowded bench. Two half-naked women moved over and let us sit down. What can I say? It's good to be the Queen! Ginny ran a hand through that gorgeous mop of red hair, and undid the top two buttons on her shirt. She fluttered the fabric out a bit. The air was a little warm. The audience was starting to get really animated. As Calamity continued dancing her hips up and down, grinding that dark hairy cunt onto Susie's battered snatch, the voices around started saying, faster and faster, "Calamity...Calamity...Calamity..." Finally it happened. Susie wrapped her legs around Calamity's naked waist and cried out. Calamity pressed her pussy hard into the blonde's abused mound and rubbed it, grinding into her. From our angle, we could see liquid splash out of Susie's quim, darkening the sawdust. Susie howled as she came, hips bucking up and down and side to side, her arms and legs flailing like she was having a fit. When Calamity delivers the goods, they arrive with a ruckus. The audience clapped and cheered, stomping their feet. Ginny threw her arms in the air and cheered. I did the same. For a few minutes, the room was in pandemonium. I knew that if my prohibition against weapons wasn't in force, the ceiling would have been shot up. Calamity sat up. Her dark hair was tangled and sweat dripped down her dusty skin, making rivulets in the yellow sawdust that speckled her bountiful round breasts with thick dark nipples. She was breathing hard as she idly pinched the pink nipples of the woman beneath her. Calamity's style wasn't doing a face sit. Her victory orgasm came from her own fingers. She squatted over the blonde's tear-streaked face, and frigged herself efficiently and quickly. Her hips jerked a little, and her dark blue eyes closed as she had a short, intense orgasm. She yipped as she spurted her juices on the lips and face of her defeated opponent. Calamity got up and walked naked over the far end of the pit, and sat down heavily on the bench. Susie slowly got to her feet and walked with hunched shoulders over to her bench and started gathering her clothes. She began to dress in a dispirited fashion, while one of her friends tried to console her in low voice. Money started to change hands among the audience, the women muttering as they settled their wagers. There was a little grumbling from the losers, but no one got too upset. They knew my rules. If they wanted to fight, they could strip off their clothes and take their chances in the sawdust. I turned to Ginny. "So, Red, do you think you can take her? You could clear a hundred bucks if you win." In answer, Ginny started to unbutton her shirt. I held my breath as those magnificent breasts came into view. I said, "I'll take that as a yes." I whistled. Calamity looked up, her dark eyes drilling into us. I crooked my finger at her. Calamity rose to her feet and padded over. Naked, she looked down at us. She was imposing. Ginny stood up. They were equal in height. Ginny finished unbuttoning her shirt and let it hang down, the insides of her tits exposed, but the nipples still covered. I stood up as well. I put an arm around Calamity's neck and moved my head in for a quick kiss. She gave me a good one, warm, wet and promising. "Good match, darling. You made me wet." It was true. "How would you like to tangle with what just blew into town? This here rusty-haired wrangler is Ginny." Calamity turned her head to look at Ginny. She swept her eyes down slowly and back up. She flashed a quick, evil smile. Then the black-haired beauty took her hands and parted the front of Ginny's unbuttoned shirt. Like a curtain opening, the shirt revealed a pair of bodacious boobs crowned with pebbly stiff nipples. Calamity moved forward slowly. The two pairs of breasts touched. I caught my breath as the round orbs met each other. I wasn't the only one looking. Twenty other pairs of eyes were watching. This was someone new and unknown. Pink pebbly nipples met dark ones. As they rubbed together lightly, Ginny said, "I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Calamity." Calamity continued the slow rubbing nipple fencing. In her rich contralto voice, she said, "Hey, Ginny. I like your looks, Red. You ready to tangle?" Ginny bumped her tits into Calamity's a bit more aggressively. "Anytime, sweet lips."