FOXY BOXING - Part 2
By AVIDMIKE
Rachel smiled grimly as she stared at Susan’s bare tits.
Susan put her hands on her hips, daring Rachel to look her
over, and Rachel gladly accepted the invitation, her eyes
raking over Susan from her mussed, damp hair, strong
shoulders, bare, pouting, heavy breasts glistening with
sweat, aroused nipples jutting starkly out toward Rachel,
supple, muscular belly rippling with every breath, powerful
pelvis cocked and ready for battle and sculpted, strong
thighs spread in a waiting stance.
Rachel slowly reached under her breasts and pulled her own
sports bra over her head, her spectacular breasts bobbing
free, spattering droplets of sweat to the mat as she tossed
the useless garment out of the ring and faced Susan
topless. Rachel’s fingers drifted down her toned stomach to
adjust the elastic band of her stretch pants, snapping them
into place suggestively, and Susan’s pulse raced for a
moment as she thought the other blonde might strip the
soaked pants off. Susan had been naked in front of other
women, gotten physical with them in class, even gotten into
a scuffle or two as a teenager. But she had never faced
another woman down like this, with such open sensuality. All
she knew was that she wanted to wipe that arrogant look off
of Rachel’s face and she didn’t care how she did it.
Susan reached down and tugged her own stretch pants into
position, snapping her waistband as if answering Rachel’s
challenge, and the two women continued to stare each other
down from a distance of a few feet, openly studying each
other’s toned, sweat-slick bodies and proudly displayed,
bare and intimidating breasts.
“I don’t know who
you think you are,” Susan said evenly, struggling to
control her voice, “But if you came in here looking for a
fight you picked the wrong person.”
Rachel shook her head with that same cool arrogance that
Susan was growing to hate. The other woman took a step
forward and Susan tensed, knowing she was within Rachel’s
reach. She could clearly see every drop of sweat glistening
on Rachel’s bare breasts, chest and shoulders. “I picked the
right person,” she breathed. “You’re exactly who I wanted.”
“Just what is your problem with me?” Susan demanded,
taking a step forward herself, eager to show she was not the
least bit intimidated by the enemy blonde.
Rachel immediately matched Susan with another step until
she was truly in Susan’s face, and Susan couldn’t help
stealing a glance downward to where the two women’s big,
bare breasts now almost touched, especially as their jutting
nipples now stretched free of the confining fabric of their
discarded sports bras. When she looked back up at Rachel the
other woman pointedly glanced down at their facing breasts
before looking back up at her.
“It’s simple. Ever since I joined this gym I’ve been
listening to people comparing us, how we have the two best
bodies in the gym…and the two best bust lines.” Rachel
glanced once more down at Susan’s bare breasts, her
expression radiating contempt. Before speaking again she
took one more dangerous step forward, inching her gleaming
boobs closer to Susan’s so that the trainer had to dodge
sideways just enough to allow Rachel’s nipples to position
themselves parallel to hers. She could feel the moist heat
radiating off those rubbery shafts now hovering less than an
inch away from hers, practically touching her puckered, taut
aureoles. “I don’t share the title of “best body” with
anyone,” Rachel continued threateningly. “And I certainly
won’t let someone like you walk around thinking you have
anything to equal these,” she said, giving her big breasts a
proud little shake.
Susan met the other blonde’s gaze coldly. Her body was
flushing with waves of sensation, her skin reacting with
goose bumps to every word Rachel said, her nipples
continuing to harden and lengthen so that they were almost
touching their tips into the enemy blonde’s boobs. When
Susan spoke it was in a hoarse whisper. “I’ve managed to
listen to the same talk about you and about our bodies…AND
about our breasts,” she said thickly. “But I’m not so
insecure that I had to confront you about it.”
“Oh really?” Rachel said haughtily. “You were more than
happy to tussle with me against every rule you’re supposed
to follow, and you’re the one who bared your breasts the
first chance you got. So whether you want to admit it or
not, I think you’re into this every bit as much as I am.”
Susan glared into Rachel’s eyes, almost as furious with
herself as she was at the goading, infuriating blonde facing
her. Now she flashed through every image of Rachel she’d
ever had in her mind, all the moments when she’d caught the
other woman working out, or even undressing in the locker
room—all the moments she’d furtively, secretly studied her
body, measuring it—and Rachel’s breasts—against her own. She
hadn’t been able to consciously admit to herself that this
was what it was all about, but Rachel had forced her to, and
she hated the cold, arrogant blonde for that.
“All right then, you big, stuck up blonde bitch,” she said,
tossing her damp hair back off her forehead and in the
process jabbing Rachel’s breasts with her nipples—and
receiving an answering poke from Rachel’s rubbery rods that
made both girls hiss and back off slightly, glaring at one
another. “What are we going to do about this? Fight bare
handed? You want black eyes and cut lips and bruised up
boobs?”
“Do you?” Rachel bit back. “I wouldn’t mind punching up your
pretty face…or your bare breasts.”
“And I wouldn’t mind punching that nice flat belly of
yours…or using those big tits for punching bags.”
Rachel too tossed
wet locks of hair off her forehead, glaring at Susan
defiantly. “Why stop there? I’d gladly use my nails on
yours…or on that big, muscular ass.”
“You fucking bitch,” Susan murmured. “You’ve really been
thinking about this…everything you’ve wanted to do to me.
You should have come to me sooner because I’m glad we’re
going to finally have it out like this, with no rules.”
“Good,” Rachel said quietly. Now she moved closer and slowly
twisted her nipples into Susan’s. Susan felt almost
light-headed as she held her own, then pushed back, slowly
grinding her own rubbery, aroused nipples into Rachel’s. The
two women pressed forward, compressing their big breasts
into one another until they were nose to nose, breathing
warm breath across each other’s faces. “Tell me more about
what you want to do to me,” Rachel purred aggressively. “Now
that you’ve been holding it inside all this time. I want to
hear what a big, athletic whore like you thinks about me.”
Susan breathed in, delighting in the feel of her breasts
firming up against Rachel’s until Rachel too inhaled,
hardening her breasts into taut, aggressive balloons against
Susan’s. “I wouldn’t mind digging my claws into your big,
tight ass either, Rachel,” she breathed. “I would love to
punch your tits hard.”
“You’re lucky I don’t pull down those stretch pants and
punch your cunt,” Rachel said, slowly working one breast,
then the other against Susan’s while keeping their tangled
nipples in mesmerizing contact.
“Punching your
pussy would be a pleasure,” Susan agreed. “And I’d gladly
reach down into your stretch pants and pull out some of
those blonde curls…that is if you’re woman enough to have
any fur down there.”
“I have more than enough hot fur for you,” Rachel growled,
“And for your information it’s golden blonde because I’m not
a cheap dye job like you, so I don’t have dirty black cunt
hair. And I’m very good at pulling pussy hair too.”
Susan felt like she was melting against the other blonde,
her hard stomach and flared pelvis meeting Rachel now as
they trash talked and goaded each other into closer, harder
contact. “I think I’ll bite your big tits before we’re
finished,” she said. “I’d love to get one of those hard
nipples between my teeth…and if you don’t stop twisting them
against mine you can be sure I’ll do it.”
“I’d enjoy biting those stiff ones of yours too,” Rachel
said. “In fact I’d like to get my teeth in your face, on
that bitchy mouth of yours…”
“I’d like that too,” Susan agreed, her lips brushing
Rachel’s angrily as she spoke. “I’d bite your abs and your
butt…in fact I’d leave a lot of teeth marks on that body of
yours, but I think I’ll save your big hot pussy for last.”
“If you think you could bite my cunt without me getting a
good bite on yours you’re mistaken,” Rachel assured her.
“But don’t think you’re scaring me off with your empty
little threats. I’m hoping for the longest, dirtiest fight
with you imaginable.”
“I’ll give it to you,” Susan rasped. She had had enough.
She reached up to grab Rachel’s hair and the other blonde
answered her, tugging her face in close, both women gasping
as their lips and teeth came into contact, both spitting and
hissing as they angrily bit at each other’s mouths, feasting
on the sensual flesh, flinching and wincing at the pain even
as they groaned in filthy, aggressive pleasure, all the
while thrusting their dueling nipples against one another
and pressing breast against breast. Susan thrust her
pelvis into Rachel’s generous, powerful hips and quivered as
the other blonde ground her pubic bone into Susan’s, and
Susan shuddered as she felt the full contact of Rachel’s
smooth Venus Mound and vulva through the taut material of
their two stretch pants. The two women rubbed and ground
their sweat-slick breasts together with abandon now,
groaning as the four mountains of flesh explored and tested
themselves against one another.
Both women strained their powerful arms against each other
as they tugged at each other’s hair, exchanging bites.
Susan got Rachel’s chin in her mouth and bit down, feeling
the crunch of gristle under her teeth until Rachel moaned in
pain, twisted out of the bite, and hauled Susan’s jaw in
close so that she could retaliate, biting sharply down on
Susan’s face. “You fucking muscular bitch,” Susan
groaned, staggering against her enemy.
“Too much for you, Miss Bare Tits?” Rachel growled. “I’ll
eat you alive.”
“You’re just exactly enough for me,” Susan snarled,
smearing her tits against Rachel’s. “Our tits obviously
match up against each other perfectly and I’m going to enjoy
pressing them together tight until we figure out whose are
better.”
“You’re going to lose that fight,” Rachel assured her. “I’ve
always had dense, firm breasts that can stand up to
anything. I’m going to crush your big ones and I’ll gladly
take the rest of the evening doing it.”
“It’s going to take longer than that,” Susan said. “I’m
going to dominate you if we have to stay in this room all
night.”
The two women had slowly maneuvered each other back to the
corner where they had clinched last, squeezing into it so
that the post was on one side and the ropes stretching off
to either side were in each woman’s back. It formed a
perfect, one-sided arena, forcing their bodies together
tightly. Both women maintained their grips on each other’s
hair, glaring challengingly into each other’s eyes as they
continued to force their breasts together, each woman
measuring her weapons against her enemy’s pouting glands,
mushrooming each other’s boobs outward as their powerful
chests pressed together and each woman inhaled, holding
their breath as long as possible to harden their dueling
breasts against their opponent’s.
“I can crush your fat tits out right here, right now,”
Rachel said bravely, slowly raking her nipples up and down
across Susan’s tits.
“Go ahead and meet me then,” Susan said. “I’ve been dying
to go up against equal tits like yours…you think you’ve got
the hottest boobs at the gym so prove it to me, show me
you’re best.”
“It’ll be my
pleasure to outdo your boobs,” Rachel snarled. “And you’re
right; I should have called you out a long time ago.”
“Why don’t you just suck my big ones, you fucking cow,”
Susan growled as she pressed and rubbed into the other
blonde.
“You can lick my tits, you dirty little sow,” Rachel
replied. “Just as long as you look up at me like the
submissive cunt you are.”
“You big, muscular pussy,” Susan rasped, biting at
Rachel’s lips and face and taking long, spiteful bites in
return.
“Athletic cunt,” Rachel snarled back as her teeth scraped
Susan’s face. “I’ll tear your stretch pants off before
this is over and beat your big ass raw.”
“It’s mutual, honey,” Susan agreed hungrily. “I’m going to
strip you bare too and I’ll gladly pound those hot, tight
buns of yours until they’re red.”
“First you’re going to have to beat my tits,” Rachel
challenged, and Susan immediately increased the pounding
friction between their four warring breasts. Rachel answered
her and soon the two women were butting breasts, rubbing
roughly, backing off and smacking, their wet breasts
colliding with heavy, wet plops that echoed in the little
room. Susan fought to stab her hard nipples as deep into
Rachel’s breasts as she could and she winced and hissed as
the other woman’s stiff bullet points penetrated her boobs,
seeming to stab almost to the ribs as their hot breasts
collided, slapped and pressed. After tearing at each other’s
hair for several long minutes the women locked fingers,
forcing each other back and forth in the corner, slapping
their mammoth boobs together when they could. Susan
managed to wrestle Rachel into the corner and again pin her
arms backward, slamming her heavy breasts into the other
woman’s quivering rack repeatedly, her breath quickening as
she watched Rachel’s nipples recede and soften under her
attack. “I’ll beat your tits all right!” she snarled as she
pounded away, sweat splattering off her jiggling boobs as
she smashed them down on top of Rachel’s. “I’ll pound your
fat ones flat!”
Rachel took the punishment, arching her back until Susan’s
belly smacked against Rachel’s with every bit as much
stinging pain as her breasts were delivering. Suddenly
Rachel’s powerful thighs locked around Susan’s and the
other blonde wrenched their bodies around, wriggling away
from the corner. For a moment they stalemated, fingers
locked above their heads, arching their chests and
exchanging sweaty, slapping blows, breasts swinging like
wrecking balls against one another, droplets of sweat
flying. Then Rachel muscled Susan backward into the corner
and began to rain tit blows down on her, smashing her heavy
weapons down on top of Susan in raw retaliation as Susan
groaned underneath her. She too arched her back, giving
Rachel her belly and forcing her stinging breasts back
against Rachel’s. Then Rachel took advantage of their
position to slip out of the finger lock and sent one of her
fists rocketing into Susan’s taut stomach.
Susan doubled over against the ring post, her butt
striking the mat while Rachel towered over her, triumphant
breasts thrust out, her crotch taunting Susan as her legs
spread wide.
“You bitch!” Susan growled, rising to sink a fist deep
into Rachel’s snatch. Now it was Rachel’s turn to double
over and sink to the mat, hands buried in her crotch. “I
told you I’d punch your pussy!” She crawled after her
opponent, pinning Rachel’s thighs with her own and sitting
on the other woman’s pelvis. As she raised her fist to
deliver another blow, Rachel smacked her own fist directly
into Susan’s bare breast, sinking deep into the quivering
gland. Groaning, Susan pounded her own fist into one of
Rachel’s tits, aiming dead center into the aureole. Somehow
Rachel jammed another fist up into Susan’s stomach and the
trainer collapsed on top of the enemy blonde, heavy breasts
smacking down onto Rachel’s chest as Susan fell across her
opponent’s powerful body.
For a moment she could only gasp and pant on top of Rachel,
her breasts still hardening against her rival’s as she
inhaled, feeling the other blonde’s enemy orbs crush upwards
against her dominating boobs, still somehow refusing to
yield even now that Susan had mounted her. Their thighs
slowly wrestled against one another, damp Lycra sliding
across damp Lycra until Susan’s pelvis settled between
Rachel’s muscular thighs. Susan groaned as her rival’s
muscular pelvis pivoted, grinding into her as she felt
Rachel’s pubic mound and vulva tilt upward to meet hers.
Susan’s big buns twitched as she instinctively thrust back
against Rachel’s sex and she squeezed her eyes shut as she
felt their overheated, thick sexual triangles press, rub and
slide together. The sensation through the tin fabric of
their stretch pants and panties was unbearable, and Susan
couldn’t help imagining—even though it was beyond her
imagination—what it would feel like to press her aroused
pussy against Rachel’s with nothing between them to prevent
the most intimate combat possible.
She felt Rachel’s nails at her neck, then felt them rake
down her muscular back to finally clutch at Susan’s
pulsing derriere, urging her into even closer pubic contact.
Susan couldn’t believe how far things had come with this
near stranger, from a no-holds-barred fistfight to almost
fucking each other on the mat. She was appalled at her own
behavior, but Rachel had obviously come here wanting this
from the beginning, and Susan was discovering that she
wanted it too. She would gladly take this all the way to the
finish line, no matter how dirty this big blonde bitch
wanted it.
For several long seconds Susan eagerly rubbed her big,
throbbing snatch against Rachel’s, and the other woman
glared up at her face with cold satisfaction as she hungrily
pressed her own burning pussy back into Susan’s, twitching
and urging her rival’s big buttocks into harder action as
she spread her thighs, locked them around Susan’s and
pumped back into her. No words were necessary as the two
women angrily, eagerly humped one another, pubic bones
crushing together. Rachel’s fingers found their way into the
back of Susan’s pants and soon she felt the other woman’s
sharp nails raking across her hot, sweating buns, digging
into the muscular flesh as Susan worked above her.
“Bring it on,” Rachel whispered, and Susan groaned and
found herself pumping madly into the icy blonde’s crotch,
spreading her own powerful thighs wide to brace herself
against the mat and get more leverage.
“I’ll pound you off,” she whispered. Rachel took the
punishment eagerly for several long, hard seconds before
thrashing furiously underneath Susan, twisting with
inhuman strength and suddenly reversing their positions,
slamming Susan’s back into the mat while Susan bridged
desperately, knees and pelvis thrust upward as Rachel
climbed on top, thighs wrestling thighs until Susan
slipped and her ass slammed into the mat, Rachel’s punishing
pelvis burrowing into her, her hard stomach flexing against
Susan’s, breasts bearing down on breasts and Rachel’s
coldly beautiful face bearing down on her, glaring at her
with icy control. She couldn’t deny the other woman’s
strength as the other blonde pinned her down, matched her
squirming abdominal muscles against Susan’s and forced the
trainer’s thickly muscled thighs apart as she planted her
pelvis between them and pressed it firmly against Susan’s
thrusting hips.
Now it was Rachel’s firm, hot crotch pressing down on her,
twitching and thrusting against Susan’s pubic area and
inflaming her vulva. Susan’s belly tightened to iron
hardness as she strained upward against Rachel’s upper body,
struggling to force her off. The other girl’s heavy tits
were like molten metal, burning into her boobs, nipples
scraping her aureoles or fencing savagely with Susan’s
nips as she forced herself back against them. Sweat seemed
to pour off Rachel’s superheated, powerful body as she
pinned Susan down, the hot liquid dripping down Susan’s
sides, spattering across her bulging breasts as she wriggled
sensually against her opponent.
Throughout it all, Rachel’s crotch rubbed and pounded away
at Susan’s while the other blonde panted and cursed
against her face. “God!” Susan gasped. “You fucking
bitch…” The two soaked pairs of stretch pants, pulled to
their limits by the combatants spread thighs, concealed
nothing—no detail of sexual anatomy was hidden or off limits
as Rachel’s vulva explored Susan’s and Susan struggled
to jam her aroused cunt back at its attacker with equal
violence. She felt her hands flutter down Rachel’s
sweat-soaked back, feeling the other woman’s shoulder blades
shift, powerful back muscles leaping like pythons under her
skin, until Susan too invaded Rachel’s stretch pants to
feel and squeeze those incredible ass cheeks, the ones
producing all the power that throbbing hot pussy needed to
pound away at Susan’s.
As she dug her fingers into Rachel’s pulsing buns Susan
realized she had never felt out another girl’s ass before.
Weirdly, after everything else the two struggling, bitterly
angered women had done to each other, gripping each other’s
butts truly seemed like crossing a line. Everything else
could fall under the name of fighting activity—even; Susan
told herself, butting and mashing their big breasts
together. Susan had playfully done that—with her top on,
of course—with other girls in college, and she had seen
other women try to bully each other breast to breast in
locker rooms and soccer fields. And the undeniable cunt
contact between her and Rachel could be excused as just
pelvic pinning—controlling and dominating an opponent. But
by grabbing and squeezing each other’s buns, actually urging
their pussies into closer contact, both women were silently
acknowledging the increasingly sexual nature of the fight.
It had hung in the air from their first face-off, maybe even
back to when Susan had first seen Rachel’s name on her
roster. Now it was undeniable.
Susan’s buns still stung from where Rachel’s longer nails
had clawed them—that, at least, fell into the fighting
category. As she squeezed Rachel’s ass she marveled at how
sexy the other woman’s behind felt under her fingers—soft
with a delicious, supple layer of fat, skin silky smooth to
her touch, but once her fingers penetrated deep enough the
other woman’s bulging muscles were steel hard.
As if reading her mind, Rachel growled “What’s it like
feeling a better ass than yours?” Rachel’s dark eyes
narrowed as she glared up into Rachel’s glowering face, the
other girl’s soft, straight hair brushing Susan’s cheeks
and forehead.
“I could ask you the same question,” she snarled back.
“Mine’s hotter…and stronger than anything you’ve got.”
“Oh really?” Rachel said sharply, jabbing her pubic bone
roughly into Susan’s and forcing a grunt of pain out of
the other blonde. “Think your pelvis is as strong as mine? I
think I can give you more punishment…”
“Go ahead and keep humping my cunt, bitch, but don’t think I
won’t retaliate,” Susan groaned. “I had your big hot ass
down once and I’ll pin it to the mat again before we’re
through.”
“You couldn’t pump me half as hard as I’m pumping you,”
Rachel said. “I’ll match my ass muscle against yours any
time you want.”
“You want to match everything up, that’s your problem,”
Susan hissed. “You didn’t want a sparring match, you just
wanted to press up against me and compare bodies and see who
had better boobs…”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have marched around here sticking these
out like you owned the place,” Rachel said, grinding her
breasts down harder onto Susan’s for good measure. “I’ll
gladly put you and your big chest in your place.”
Susan struggled against the weight of Rachel’s breasts but
it was her crotch she was worried about. The hot friction of
Rachel’s pubic mound against her own was building into
something unbearable, setting every nerve ending in her body
aflame. Neither girl had said it but there could be only one
goal to the crotch pounding: bringing off the woman being
pounded. Susan had never been in a struggle like this but
it was clear that even if Rachel was getting turned on by
the pump-off, she would be at Susan’s mercy if Rachel came
to a climax. She must be trying to get Susan off…maybe to
take advantage of her losing control, maybe just to prove
that she could do it. They’d already exchanged insults about
each other’s bodies, bragging about who was hotter…maybe
that was the best way to prove it: make the other girl cum
and show she was so sexy she could even turn on another
woman until she lost control.
There was no doubt that Susan was close to the edge. She
had never sweated it up or clinched so hot and close with
anyone. She had noticed Rachel’s athletic beauty the moment
she’d first seen her, and now she realized she’d snuck more
than a few glances at the other woman’s body and face as
she’d worked out. Now the shock of having what might have
been an unconscious fantasy at the back of her mind played
out for real, in private, was staggeringly sexy. If she
wasn’t careful she would be at the other blonde’s mercy…and
so far Rachel had shown none of that.
Susan managed to heave her opponent on her side after a
moment of furious concentration and she quickly locked her
knees around Rachel’s and both women braced themselves with
their legs, tendons cracking, pelvises still pressed tightly
together, breasts jostling slickly between their compressed
chests as the two women hugged in a crushing, muscular
embrace. Susan felt her navel slide across Rachel’s, each
fleshy inlet spilling tiny cupfuls of perspiration onto each
other’s bellies as their abdominals flexed against one
another. For several long moments the two women managed to
beat their flexing hips together with neither having the
advantage of gravity, and Susan thought she managed to
even the score somewhat, rubbing her swollen, sheathed pussy
roughly into Rachel’s until the other woman was twitching
and groaning uncontrollably against her. Susan felt very
much on the edge herself but at least she knew they were
struggling evenly now, although maintaining their position
was causing her increasing muscular strain and discomfort.
Once in a while one of them would free a hand and punch
viciously into their opponent’s buttock or side, or jab into
a breast as it bulged upward between their warring chests.
But the pace was slowing, both women gasping with effort.
Continued in Part
3