FOXY BOXING - Part 1
By AVIDMIKE
Susan Johnson tried to clear the fog from her head as she
checked the roster for her last Y class of the day. She had
been out partying even later than usual last night and even
though she worked the night shift at the Y and could sleep
in as late as she wanted, she felt like she hadn’t recovered
from a full night of drinking and dancing. She was 35 and
beginning to wonder if she might be getting too old for bar
hopping and after parties. But she still loved the
excitement, flirting and flaunting herself.
She had a body most women would kill for. Tall, athletic and
busty, with powerful long legs. She kept her dyed blonde
hair cut stylishly short, and it set off her cute brown eyes
and dark features perfectly. She loved strutting her stuff
on the dance floor, catching the eyes of every man and more
women than you would have thought. In fact, nothing pleased
her more than having women check her out, knowing they could
never match up against a body like hers.
She had one private sparring class left for the day, and it
was a new “student.” Most of her classes were simple
training sessions, teaching women how to protect themselves,
but a few of her clients wanted full-fledged sparring
sessions and Susan was a strong, challenging sparring
partner. With her height, weight and reach, she normally
could control any sparring session with ease. She’d had
women who’d gotten overly aggressive or tried to show off
for friends or spouses (which was why she tried to make most
private classes truly private, without observers), but she
found she could usually tire them out quickly or control
them enough to keep them in line. She’d rarely matched up
against anyone else who was her equal physically.
That’s why the
next name on her roster caught her eye, and she found
herself flushing just a little bit in embarrassment as the
read the name: Rachel Myer. Rachel had been coming to the Y
for a month or so now and Susan had seen her in several
classes—pilates and yoga. She was a regular on the treadmill
in the cardio room and she was obviously an athlete and
probably a long distance runner—Susan had seen her
maintain a good running pace for 20 minutes or more, which
was tough for anyone not used to doing that on a regular
basis.
It hadn’t been lost on Susan that Rachel was built very
much like her. In fact she had blushed at least once before
when Beth Hillman, another trainer at the gym, had said that
Susan and Rachel “had the four biggest tits at the Y.”
Beth was no slouch in that department herself but Rachel had
to admit to herself that the other girl was probably right.
Susan had always been busty—her breasts often seemed a
hindrance in her work at the Y and even though her height
and build put her good-sized breasts very much in proportion
to her body, she’d toyed once or twice with the idea of
reduction surgery. But if her boobs got in the way at work,
she wouldn’t trade them for the world at night when she was
on the town and everyone’s eyes were on her. And she was
proud of the fact that her breasts were unusually firm and
dense so that while she took care to wear a good sports bra
whenever she worked out, her boobs could stand up quite well
on their own without support.
Rachel’s were at least equally impressive. She was tall like
Susan, but Nordic-looking, with what seemed real blonde
hair, straight and soft, cut just above her shoulders but
often tied back in a short ponytail while she worked out.
Her features were beautifully angular, her eyes pale blue,
and she was just as curvy as Susan, with the same long,
powerful legs, a long waist that gave her an hourglass
figure but was thick with muscle, and, Susan had noticed,
a great butt. She always wore a gray or white tank top while
working out, and the tops seemed barely able to contain her
jutting, globe-shaped breasts—they always seemed to surge up
into the scoop neck of her top as she worked out and stuck
out off her powerful chest like two big torpedoes. They were
so perfectly round and firm that Susan suspected they were
fake—but she often suspected people thought the same thing
about her own large breasts.
Rachel was a bit of a mystery—seemingly very calm, cool, and
confident, but Susan had noted a bit of a competitive
streak to the woman. There was no doubt she respected Rachel
as an athlete—and in fact she felt a little bit of a tickle
of adrenaline when she read her name on the class roster. If
she had any skill at all, Rachel might be quite a sparring
partner. She even wondered whether Beth had set this up
somehow. She wouldn’t put it past the other trainer—Beth was
always pushing Susan’s buttons, and boundaries.
The door to the little classroom opened at just that moment
and Rachel stepped in. Her expression was cool, her pale
blue eyes quickly assessing Susan and just for a second
lingering on her chest. Susan tried not to blush as she
stepped forward and took Rachel’s hand, and the two women
exchanged a polite greeting as they gripped each other’s
hands. Rachel’s hands were large and strong, like Susan’s,
and both women squeezed each other’s hands just a bit longer
and more firmly than necessary, as Susan felt the strange
necessity to not be outdone in this initial pleasantry.
“You’ve sparred before?” Susan asked as she moved over to
the equipment rack.
“Not for a while, but I did quite a bit at the gym I
attended before this,” Rachel answered confidently. She
picked up a pair of gloves—the lightly-padded, MMA style
Susan kept for very experienced fighters, and continued,
“I don’t need any preliminaries if you don’t mind—I’d like
to just get to it.”
“You’re sure you want to start with those gloves?” Susan
said cautiously. Most women used the round, very heavily
padded mitts—the lighter ones barely prevented knuckles from
doing real damage. “Most of my students—“
“I’ve had plenty of experience with these,” Rachel said
dismissively as she slipped into the gloves and confidently
slipped through the ropes into the mini training ring that
filled most of the little sparring room. Rachel watched the
other woman’s behind straining her black stretch pants as
she entered the ring and turned to face Susan impatiently,
bringing her gloves up into a ‘ready’ position.
Susan didn’t like the other woman’s attitude. Rachel was
almost acting like she was the teacher. “All right,” she
shrugged, grabbing her own pair of MMA gloves and eyeing
Rachel appraisingly as she slipped the gloves on and stepped
through the ropes into the ring. Rachel met her stare
unflinchingly as Susan stood up and the two women took
each other’s measure as they settled into confident sparring
stances. Susan stole another look at Rachel’s chest, which
seemed almost ready to explode out of her white tank top.
Susan couldn’t help feeling glad that she’d worn an
equally tight white tank top and gray stretch pants as she
faced off against Rachel, and she caught the other woman
stealing a glance at Susan’s impressive chest and the bit
of bare navel and abdominals between the bottom of her top
and the top of her stretch pants. The two women were built
very similarly, Susan couldn’t help but notice. Both tall,
solid, curvy but toned, powerful…Rachel’s neck and waist
might have been slightly longer, more graceful, but the two
measured up against each other beautifully. Perfect
opponents.
The two women circled and Rachel began to close the distance
between them, their gloves coming together for a few blocks
and parries. They began to dance, eyeing each other
intently, and even before any real action had begun Susan
sensed the mood of this encounter was totally different from
any of her previous private sparring matches at the Y.
Rachel was calmly, coolly checking her out, gauging her
defenses—stalking her. This was no student. Rachel was a
competitor—maybe even a rival—before the fight had even
begun.
Just as she was lost in her thoughts about the encounter
Rachel began moving in, cornering her, and the two women
were forced to exchange real, firm blows. Rachel’s fists
struck Susan’s shoulders and forearms as she blocked and
spun, and one quick jab almost struck her face before
Susan could block it. The sudden shot at her face forced
her to dodge so far back that she wound up stumbling, and
Rachel instantly took advantage, pressing forward until
Susan had to carom off the ropes and dance quickly to the
other side of the ring.
Rachel continued to follow, implacably, and Susan could
sense the other blonde’s hunger to strike a real blow—to
sink one of those fists into Susan’s body somewhere. She
forced herself to take the fight back to Rachel and she
began to surge forward, exchanging tough blows and blocks,
both girls panting and grunting as they drove their fists
forward into a maddening, powerhouse attack, fists
colliding, elbows and forearms striking one another as the
two women closed in an intense mutual assault.
Suddenly Rachel hooked one elbow around Susan’s and the
other blonde’s free fist rocketed in to slam into Susan’s
stomach, smacking her bare belly and forcing a deep groan
out of the trainer. Again Susan found herself stumbling
back, her abs throbbing from the violation of Rachel’s fist.
Rachel didn’t pause to assess her accomplishment, but rather
continued to bully her way closer to Susan, looking for
more vulnerability. Susan blocked carefully while she
tried to recover from the belly punch. She had a temper, but
it was rare that a student brought enough game to get her
competitive instincts up. She was used to being able to
carefully control these encounters, but Rachel’s size, power
and tenacity were something she hadn’t encountered before.
The woman was a predator.
Susan made a stand at the center of the ring and
concentrated on blocking Rachel’s increasingly deadly blows,
trying to find the other woman’s rhythm as the two tall,
athletic blondes danced and parried. She managed to send her
fist whizzing close to the other blonde’s face and for just
a second she saw uncertainty twist Rachel’s cool, confident
features. As Rachel dodged backwards Susan found an
opening and jammed her fist in an uppercut directly into
Rachel’s solar plexus. Now it was Rachel who groaned as her
stomach muscles bore the brunt of Susan’s punch and she
saw the other woman looking disappointed and angry, as if
she’d never expected to have her perfect defenses penetrated
here.
“You okay?” she said earnestly. It was customary to pause
and break after exchanging two serious blows like this, and
decide whether to continue to spar at the same level. But
Rachel’s look of discomfort quickly changed to annoyance at
Susan’s question.
“I’m fine,” she said, raising her gloves again. “Let’s keep
going.”
“We’re going pretty hard,” Susan said, gingerly raising
her own defenses. “Sure you want to keep this pace up?”
“Of course I am,” Rachel said coldly. “Do you have a problem
competing at this level?”
Susan shook her head slowly. What a bitch! “I don’t have a
problem with it at all, Rachel,” she said.
“Good!” the other blonde said. They quickly closed and an
even more intense flurry of blows followed, both girls
grunting and breathing hard and each clearly determined to
penetrate the other blonde’s defenses. Fists smacked as
leather gloves collided and Susan began to hiss at the
kiss of Rachel’s gloves against her arms and shoulders as
the two women fought. She could feel Rachel putting even
more power and deadly quickness into her blows as she tried
to take the fight to Susan, and Susan had to start
lowering her own teacher’s instincts to keep things safe and
in control. She would need to let go a little—maybe more
than a little—to keep pace with Rachel’s hot aggression.
There was always a temptation to teach an unlikeable student
a lesson, and normally Susan avoided that temptation at
all costs. But now she felt like she had to loosen up some
of those prim and proper restraints in order to meet this
big bitch on her own level.
The air was hot between the two big women now as they rained
blows on each other, hot breath snorting through nostrils,
grunts and groans filling the air between them as they
forced themselves closer and closer together. Sweat was
already running in rivulets down Rachel’s tawny cleavage,
her jutting, round breasts heaving as her upper body
maneuvered—and Susan felt her own heavy glands burning and
straining against her sports bra as the battle continued.
Both women were carrying heavy weights on their upper
bodies, and it almost amazed Susan that their four breasts
were firm enough not to wobble all over their chests as they
sparred. Even in the thick of the fight she couldn’t help
gauging Rachel’s heavy boobs against her own, measuring
them, mentally sizing up their firmness and weight just as
she studied the other blonde’s long, thickly muscled arms,
toned shoulders. Rachel’s cold, beautiful face and muscular
body were mesmerizing, and she could feel the heat roiling
off her opponent’s sweating form.
Just as Susan seemed lost in her reverie she parried a
blow and Rachel smashed in past her defenses, her fists
shooting past Susan’s shoulders just as Susan’s landed
glancing blows on either side of Rachel’s waist. Before they
knew it the two blondes had stumbled into a hard, muscular
clinch.
Susan groaned as Rachel’s full, imposing bust suddenly
crushed against hers. Instinctively she hugged at the other
woman’s sweating shoulders and her long, graceful but
powerful neck, and she felt Rachel’s strong arms encircle
her waist to tug them closer together. Rachel’s breasts
mushroomed against Susan’s and she felt Rachel groan too
as the two women forced their four sweating, impossibly firm
mammary glands into hard, competitive contact with one
another. Susan had expected the hard feel of silicone
implants against her breasts, but to her shock she felt
real, natural breast flesh mashing against her own throbbing
boobs. Rachel’s breasts were every bit as dense and firm as
her own, and as they wrestled together she thought she could
feel the bullet hard nubs of large, stiff nipples thrusting
out from the enemy glands—and awakening an answering
hardness from her own big nipples, nestled behind the
dampening material of her tank top and sports bra.
She could feel Rachel’s breath on her face, her soft hair
caressing Susan’s cheeks and for a second her brown eyes
looked up to stare directly into Rachel’s pale blue eyes at
point blank range as their sweating foreheads pressed
together. Then Rachel deliberately jammed her nose and chin
against Susan’s, their open mouths briefly panting against
each other until Rachel forced Susan’s head sideways and
hugged her cheek to cheek.
Both girls groaned openly as their four breasts struggled to
arrange themselves against one another, Rachel’s grip around
Susan’s waist increasing, crushing their powerful bellies
together until Susan could feel Rachel’s abdominal muscles
squirm and flex against her own. As an instructor she knew
her responsibility was to break the clinch, but instead she
threw her effort into crushing her arms around Rachel’s
shoulders and neck, hugging her even deeper into the
suffocating clinch, and jamming her breasts even harder
against Rachel’s. Any boxing instincts had been instantly
forgotten the second their bosoms had collided and Susan
now was determined to demonstrate to Rachel just how firm
and heavy her breasts could become under pressure. Rachel
only squeezed harder against her and grunted as she slowly
ground her breasts back and forth against Susan’s glands,
inexorably shoving them off to the side as both women’s
glands pancaked against one another. Susan groaned in
anger and spitefully pressed her boobs back against Rachel’s
with equal vigor, sliding across her opponents firm glands
until she felt the nubs of their nipples meet up and tease
one another mercilessly, eager to escalate this sudden,
shocking and intimate new contest to something Susan could
barely imagine.
The two tall, muscular women seemed locked in a
sweat-drenched stalemate at the center of the ring, groaning
against each other’s breasts, as Susan realized their
match had turned into something far more than a simple
sparring contest. She had a mental image of Rachel
underneath her on the mat, her breasts naked,
sweat-drenched, dueling with Susan’s as Susan’s body
pinned her down and made her beg for mercy…this was getting
out of control.
Rachel managed to sink rabbit punches deep into Susan’s
side and belly, and the blows seemed to vibrate through both
women’s breasts, making the contact between them even more
electrifying. Susan had to force her own arms down to
retaliate but she was only able to get a few weak kidney
punches into Rachel’s body. All she cared about was crushing
the other blonde’s breasts, but the two hot, dense globes
pressing against hers seemed in no danger of backing down.
Meanwhile Rachel’s punches to her midsection were taking
their toll. One way or another she had to stop this.
Susan wrenched her upper body back and forth, still
jamming her breasts against Rachel’s but somehow breaking
the tight contact between the two struggling blondes. She
slipped one arm past Rachel’s powerful, sweat-slick upper
arms and managed to force it between them, pivot and shove
Rachel backward. At the same time she shot her free arm up
and felt her fist connect with Rachel’s head, knocking the
tall, muscular woman backward several feet before she
regained her balance.
The two women faced each other in a slight crouch, fists
still raised warily. They seemed like very different women
than the ones that had put on the gloves only moments ago.
Rachel was drenched in sweat, her hair mussed, chest rising
and falling dramatically with every breath. Susan could
see past her to the wall-length mirror behind Rachel her own
reflection, and she too was filthy with sweat, hair matted
to her forehead. Both women panted as they glared at each
other, each daring the other to rejoin the struggle. Now
Susan had time to gather her wits, and she caught a glance
of the clock—which showed the two women had been sparring
for over 20 minutes.
“You don’t mess around,” she panted. “We’ve almost used up
the whole session. Still want to continue?”
Rachel took a couple of breaths before coldly remarking,
“We’re not finished.”
Susan stared into the other woman’s pale blue eyes and bit
back a comeback. Every professional instinct she had told
her to end the session. Rachel was pushing her buttons and
she knew she was getting emotionally involved in the match.
It had been a long time since she’d had a sparring partner
her own size and strength, a very long time since anyone had
put her back on her heels. Susan was easygoing, she
realized, because of her size and strength. But she was
feeling a competitive thrill now that she hadn’t experienced
before.
“Five more minutes,” she agreed, straightening back into her
fighting stance.
Rachel smiled grimly as she nodded her agreement. But
instead of taking a stance, she reached down and pulled her
soaked tank top up over her head to reveal a light gray
sports bra. If her top had been soaked, Rachel’s sports bra
was drenched—the material stuck to her like a second skin
and was wet to near transparency, clearly revealing her
large aureoles and her two thick, jutting nipples tenting
the soaked material. Her breasts were incredibly round and
full, jiggling just slightly as they strained against her
soaked bra, which revealed an immense valley of golden,
sweat-drenched cleavage below her beautifully sculpted
collar bones and neck muscles. Sweat actually dripped from
the bottoms of Rachel’s breasts as she tossed her top out of
the ring and faced Susan, and the trainer had to force
herself to take her eyes off the other blonde’s incredible
rack and her taut, toned stomach and defined abdominal
muscles.
Susan knew a challenge when she saw one and against her
every instinct she reached down and purposefully peeled her
own top off to reveal her equally soaked white sports bra.
She rarely wore white bras to the gym for exactly this
reason—she didn’t want to be accused of showing off every
detail of her big breasts to the other Y members. But now
she felt glad that she had happened to grab this particular
sports bra while getting ready this afternoon. She managed
to glance past Rachel as she turned towards her and catch a
glimpse of herself in the mirror, and confirmed that her own
bra was even more transparently drenched than Rachel’s, and
clearly showed off Susan’s two big, dark aureoles and her
rapidly stiffening, finger-tip-sized nipples. She gave
Rachel a good long look before raising her fists and
signaling with a nod that it was time to continue.
The two women moved closer, began to dance lightly, without
the energy of their first face-off. They began to punch and
block, gloves snapping off one another, and Susan noted
that Rachel wasn’t quite as quick with her defenses. She
jabbed suddenly, blocking blows and managed to deliver a
solid blow to Rachel’s gut and was rewarded with a low groan
from the other blonde. The two women locked eyes and Susan
had to struggle to contain a vengeful smirk. But Rachel
quickly moved in and before she knew it the other woman’s
right glove smacked her hard across the cheek. She spun to
the side, throwing up her left to block as Rachel pounded in
aggressively, punching Susan’s flank and landing another
glancing blow at her head before Susan shoved her away.
“We shouldn’t be doing head blows,” she snapped. “If you
want to stop and put on headgear we can keep going.”
Rachel continued to stalk her as she replied. “If you can
get through my defenses you’re welcome to retaliate.”
Susan shook her head angrily as she prepared to engage the
big blonde yet again. She was breaking every rule of
training, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted back at
Rachel. She danced forward and began to rain down blows,
smacking off Rachel’s blocking attempts and feinting at her
stomach before whipping a jab right against the other
blonde’s cheek. Rachel staggered back and actually bounced
off the ropes before coming back at Susan. Now the two
women closed, muscling past each other’s defenses and
slamming punches into each other’s sides and stomachs.
Susan felt Rachel’s abs tighten against her blows and both
girls grunted and groaned as they exchanged punishment
freely. Susan watched Rachel’s sweating boobs jostle and
quiver as she concentrated on pummeling her waist, then
suddenly Rachel sent an uppercut slamming into Susan’s
right breast, almost sending the bulging gland up out of her
sports bra in the process.
“Bitch,” Susan muttered, instinctively retaliating with a
solid blow right into the center of Rachel’s left breast.
The two women exchanged a flurry of furious blows, each
aiming for her opponent’s tits. They had maneuvered close to
one corner of the ring and Rachel suddenly jammed in close
to Susan and the two blondes clinched again. Somehow the
other blonde seemed to aim her hardened nipples directly
into Susan’s as she pinned against the corner, trapping
her in a sweat-soaked embrace, plunging her dense breasts
against Susan’s, and wringing sweat from both women’s
drenched tops and sending it running in rivulets down each
other’s straining stomachs.
Rachel’s glistening face glowered at Susan’s nose to nose
as she spread her powerful legs to pinion the trainer back
against the ropes. “You’re the bitch,” she groaned, gripping
Susan’s wrists while their bodies squirmed and slid
against one another, Susan’s thighs straining and gripping
Rachel’s muscle to muscle. Susan moaned as the other
woman’s heavy breasts dragged across hers, marking their
territory, her nipples seeming to cut into Susan’s
quivering glands while Susan found that all she could do
in this position was to aim her own stiffening nipples
upwards to stab into her enemy’s vulnerable but dominating
breasts.
“Get off of me,” Susan moaned angrily.
“Make me,” Rachel snapped. Susan bucked furiously and
somehow managed to wrench Rachel’s body aside. She should
have stopped the match then and there—just as she should
have a dozen times before—but instead she took her revenge,
shoving Rachel back into the corner and muscling into her,
forcing her arms backward and smashing her throbbing breasts
back against Rachel’s.
“How do you like it?” she hissed as she too purposefully
dragged her boobs across Rachel’s, first from side to side,
then slowly up and down, shoving her enemy’s glands upward
until they seemed about to pop from their harness, than
plopping her boobs down onto Rachel’s slick, hot cleavage
and dominating her, crushing her breasts downward.
“I can take everything you’ve got to give,” Rachel growled,
glaring up into Susan’s brown eyes. Susan quivered as
she stared into the other woman’s coldly gorgeous face. She
had a primal urge to devour her, to bite down on that
beautiful mouth, mark up those perfect features. She managed
to glare down pointedly to where her breasts engulfed
Rachel’s—at least momentarily, and stare back up into the
other blonde’s eyes before shoving herself away.
“Lesson’s over,” she said, nodding toward the door. Rachel
glared at her sullenly before slowly peeling herself out of
the corner. Both girls panted exhaustedly, still eyeing each
other warily.
“I’m not finished,” Rachel said with certainty.
Susan stared at her hatefully, then glanced at the clock.
The gym was closing, and she would be locking up. She took
another look at Rachel’s muscular, sweat-drenched body, her
breasts all but naked in their soaked sports bra, jutting
out challengingly at her—daring her to continue.
She stepped through the ropes and out of the ring, turning
back to see Rachel staring at her with disappointment. Then
she moved over and locked the training room door.
“I said the lesson is over. But if you want to continue our
fight…it will be just between us, in private—and nothing to
do with the program.”
Rachel’s cold smile deepened. “That’s just the way I’d like
to finish this,” she said hungrily.
“Good,” Susan said, staring at Rachel as she slowly
slipped through the ropes back into the ring, and stood to
face Rachel. Rachel peeled her gloves off and pointedly
tossed them out of the ring, and Susan felt a cold chill
as she stared her down. “I hope you know what you’re getting
into,” she said quietly as she removed her own gloves and
tossed them out of the ring.”
“I hope you do, Susan,” Rachel replied dangerously.
Susan thought for a moment as the two women stared at each
other, then reached down and tugged her soaked sports bra up
over her head, shaking her glistening, sweat-drenched
breasts free and tossing the wet bra out of the ring. She
didn’t care any more. She could feel the gym clearing out
already—she knew the sounds well enough after teaching here
for a year. She had taken several of her classes well into
after hours and no one had ever disturbed her, especially
with the door locked. She was alone with Rachel now and any
pretense of civility and professionalism had been thrown out
the window.
Continued in Part
2