FOXY BOXING - Part 3
By AVIDMIKE
Finally both women sagged away from each other, arms still
locked in an embrace but legs giving way, allowing their
overheated pelvises to separate. Rachel managed to press her
soaked breasts back into Rachel’s for a moment, glaring
challenging at her, and then the other blonde suddenly
reached down and clamped her fingers on Susan’s exposed
crotch. “You fucking bitch,” Susan gasped as she felt
Rachel’s powerful fingers squeeze her vulva, pressing the
thick, hot flesh beneath its stretch fabric covering,
pinching labia between thumb and forefinger. Susan
desperately reached down to retaliate, sliding her fingers
beneath Rachel’s waistband and digging down until she found
a thick tuft of hot pubic hair under her fingers. She
grabbed the fur and a handful of pubic flesh and yanked,
tugging upwards with all her strength.
“Gutter cunt!” Rachel snarled as she quickly returned the
favor, digging into Susan’s stretch pants for her own
handful of fur and sexual flesh. Susan writhed as Rachel’s
nails bit into her crotch and both girls twisted, thrashing
furiously until they forced each other up onto their knees.
Susan grabbed Rachel’s hair at the back of her head and
Rachel too wrenched at Susan’s short hairdo while each
woman continued to yank and tear at each other’s pussy fur.
Groaning, both women leaned into each other, soaking breast
against breast, continuing their heaving, degrading bosom
battle while they attacked each other’s sex. Susan
couldn’t help spreading her fingers and exploring Rachel’s
big, twitching pussy, fingering her vulva and sliding her
fingers across slick labia, marveling at the thick, hot
flesh under her fingers and the jungle of sexual fur tangled
in her grip. And she too twitched and jerked as Rachel
grabbed, twisted and explored her firm, aroused cunt as
well, doing everything but slipping up inside her as the two
women violated one another.
Their heavy, round breasts were slapping one another, stiff
nipples still hard enough to do battle, poke and slash at
one another and invade yielding, sweat-drenched tit flesh.
Rachel watched the four massive glands quivering, smacking
and jiggling, mushrooming against one another, fleshy
nipples gouging and dueling as the women battled. Meanwhile
Rachel’s angry face panted against her, teeth bared like a
hungry carnivore, and Susan snarled back into the other
woman’s beautiful face, ready to do anything to defeat and
dominate her opponent. She had never experienced anything
like this.
Suddenly she felt Rachel’s forefinger dividing her swollen
labia, penetrating just enough to lie against her rapidly
stiffening clitoris. Instinctively she extended her own
forefinger to probe for Rachel’s sex horn. Susan was a
big, athletic woman and she had always had a large, almost
thumb-sized clitoris—and she was consumed with curiosity now
about the size of Rachel’s, even as the pressure of the
other blonde’s finger on her own clit sent alarm bells
clanging through her body.
Rachel suddenly flinched, almost flinging Susan away from
her as Susan touched the other blonde’s clitoris. She
stabbed her finger against Susan’s clit and in a violent
flurry the two women forced each other’s arms away from each
of their wildly aroused crotches.
Both women now smashed fists into one another wildly, as if
in retaliation for this new violation and to somehow
redirect their furious energies into a new battlefield.
Susan slammed punches into Rachel’s hard belly and both
muscular women now separated just enough to direct their
power against each other’s exposed naked breasts. Rachel
landed the first blow, smacking her bare knuckles into
Susan’s left breast, sinking deep down to Susan’s rib
cage while her invaded tit mushroomed into a donut shape
around Rachel’s fist. Barking out a cry of pain, Whitey
instantly slammed an uppercut into Rachel’s left tit,
slamming the fat orb upward.
Groaning in agony, both women began to lay down a brutal
assault on each other’s bobbling, heavy tits, punching and
smacking viciously, peppering their sweat-drenched mammaries
with rabbit punches, slaps and roundhouse blows, their big
glands rippling, swinging and vibrating from the constant
barrage. On their knees, there was nowhere to retreat to,
and when a blow missed it still found a place to land in its
opponent’s ribcage or belly. Susan had never experienced
such pain, and she soon saw bruises and welt rising up on
both her and her enemy’s heaving boobs. She had never
imagined gloved hands smashing into her precious tits, let
alone bare knuckles. But even as the pain staggered her, she
couldn’t prevent herself from pounding her fists deep into
Rachel’s boobs. Both women staggered together finally, heads
resting exhaustedly on each other’s shoulders, grunting and
groaning as they sent exhausted blows directly upward into
each other’s hanging, tortured tits, spraying sweat out from
each blow.
“I’ll kill your tits,” Rachel gasped against Susan, hot
breath spraying across the sweat and soaked hair on her
neck.
“I’ll pound your boobs off,” Susan promised, her teeth
scraping Rachel’s muscular shoulder.
The ugly threats and obscene trash talk continued until
neither woman could land another punch. Susan’s arms ached
from the effort but both women still leaned in, straining
against one another, refusing to yield. Susan suddenly
felt Rachel’s still strong fingers underneath her breasts,
cupping and filling her hands with Susan’s sagging, hot
mammaries, thumbs digging upward for her aureoles and
nipples. Groaning, Susan followed suit, reaching up to
feel and squeeze her opponent’s big, weighty glands. For a
few exhausted moments both women groaned as they simply felt
each other out, gripping, squeezing and exploring just as
they’d explored each other’s cunts moments earlier, gauging
the other woman’s tits against her own, feeling their weight
and density, marveling at their softness. But soon Susan
was spitefully tugging at Rachel’s big, thick nipples and
feeling the other woman’s fingers close and twist on her
own. Susan managed to raise her head and Rachel too lifted
hers off its exhausted perch on Susan’s shoulder until the
two women glared into each other’s eyes nose to nose now,
staring each other down as they twisted and pulled each
other’s nipples in slow, spiteful anger.
“This is for poking these stiff things into my tits,” Rachel
said. “I’m going to break your nipples so you can never
fence with another woman again.”
“I’ll do the same to you,” Susan groaned. “I’m not letting
go until you beg me for mercy.”
“I’ll never beg you,” Rachel snarled hatefully. “I won’t
give you the satisfaction.”
“And I’ll never submit to you,” Susan replied, her voice
ragged and husky. The two continued to twist and pull,
scratching slowly at each other’s aureoles and smooth tit
flesh, torturing and marking one another.
“Suck my tits,” Rachel groaned.
“I will,” Susan said, “After I mark them up so much you’ll
scream when I lick them.”
“Your boobs will be bruised for a week after I’m through
with them,” Rachel responded. “I’ll fucking destroy you.”
“I’ll bite your big nipples off.”
“I’ll leave teeth marks in your tits.”
“Bitch,” Susan groaned.
“Cunt,” Rachel snarled.
It went on. As promised, Susan finally couldn’t resist
lifting one of Rachel’s heavy tits to her face and biting
down on the other woman’s nipple, chewing at the rubbery,
puckered flesh and tasting the salty sweat. Moments later
Rachel managed to sink her own teeth into Susan’s tit
flesh, and Susan hissed and twisted against Rachel’s teeth
while the other blonde struggled to hold onto the bite long
enough to make Susan scream. Both women managed to bite
each other’s breasts several long, vicious times while their
fingers continued to attack, crush, squeeze and twist.
At some point Susan heard the clank of the gym’s air
conditioner shutting down for the night. The long struggle
had already turned the sparring room into a hothouse—now the
heat and humidity seemed to quadruple in a few short
minutes. The air was suffocating, and the pain radiating off
her heavy breasts suffocated her as well. She didn’t know
how Rachel could stand it and indeed the other woman’s
struggles against her, the feel of Rachel’s hot muscles
crushing into her own, were weakening.
Susan forced her face against Rachel’s and the two women
almost sobbed against each other, growling animalistic as
they butted foreheads and chins. Suddenly Whit felt Rachel’s
teeth clamp down on her chin, and in a flurry she snarled
and landed a bite on the other woman’s lower lip. At this
new escalation both women frantically twisted away from one
another and fell, legs spread, each woman on her back,
bruised and bitten breasts heaving and wobbling on exhausted
chests.
Susan lay gasping in the hot, damp air, for the moment
staring up at the ceiling. Groaning, she reached up to
massage her aching breasts, and winced at the first touch of
her fingers on her throbbing, bruised mammaries. Her nipples
had receded and were now flaccid and limp, her tender tits
burning at every abrasion, bite and nail mark. She gulped in
ragged, exhausted breaths and heard Rachel lying across from
her, gasping on the mat as loudly as she was.
For the first time in what seemed like hours, Rachel Myer
wasn’t pressed up against Susan, savagely attacking her,
filling her range of vision, assaulting her senses. For a
moment it was if the other woman never existed, that she was
only some sick fantasy Susan had conjured up on a whim, in
the middle of a fierce workout. It was a miracle no one had
come along to discover them. But Susan could feel the
silence in the old Y building now. No one here but the
janitor staff now, maybe not even them. She was alone. They
were alone. She had sacrificed every shred of her dignity in
letting Rachel push her into this bitter, dirty showdown…but
she could end it now if she wanted.
Susan pushed herself up on her elbows and saw Rachel’s
tawny body—hair a filthy tangle, her magnificent breasts
still pouting and sexy even if they were covered in bruises,
scratches and bite marks, her long, beautiful legs spread,
covered in the tatters of her stretch pants, flat belly
flexing as she too raised herself up to glare across her
sweating, brutalized body at Susan.
“All right you bitch,” Susan said quietly. “You got what
you wanted, now get dressed and get out of here and we’ll
forget this bitch-fight ever happened.”
Rachel’s epic chest raised and fell as she breathed deeply,
glaring across her still jutting, battle-scarred breasts at
Susan. She too reached up and winced as she slowly
massaged her big mounds, their nipples shrunk back to barely
noticeable bumps at the center of her raw, bitten aureoles.
“I’ll leave after I’m finished humiliating you,” she said
quietly.
Susan closed her eyes for a second. How could this be
happening? “You don’t even know me,” she breathed. “We’ve
never said a word to each other. Why do you care what I do?”
Rachel stared at her evenly. “You’re the top cat around
here, that’s why. Where I came from I was on top, and that’s
what I plan to be here. I’ve checked out everyone at this
gym and you’re the strongest, fittest bitch apart from me.”
Susan couldn’t help feeling a strange flush of pride at
those words, even if they were coming from an absolute
psycho bitch like Rachel. And she couldn’t deny Rachel’s
strength and determination. She could submit right now,
admit that Rachel had beaten her, and end this whole sick
dance. If anyone had asked her a week ago what she’d do in
this situation, Susan would have assured them that she
never would have engaged in anything like this
confrontation. But now.
“I’m still the strongest, fittest bitch.” The words came out
of Susan’s mouth almost before she knew she was saying
them. And she knew she was opening the door to something
she’d never experienced before.
“Prove it,” Rachel almost whispered.
“Why should I?” Susan replied quietly.
“So we’ll know—just the two of us, no one else—who is
better, that’s why.”
“I know I’m better than you,” Susan said firmly.
Rachel pulled her knees up, balancing gracefully on her
muscular, sculpted ass, rocked back and began to slowly
strip her soaked stretch pants off, revealing an equally
drenched, tiny metallic blue thong with tangled blonde fur
peeking out on either side of its slender triangle. The
pants slid down Rachel’s long, gorgeous, tawny legs until
she kicked them aside and provocatively snapped the
waistband of her thong.
“If you’re really better why don’t you fight me nude?” she
said invitingly. “I’m willing to strip down to nothing and
take on your body with no protection.”
Susan glared at
her silently, drawing her own knees up to sit, for a moment
shielding her bare chest from Rachel’s hungry eyes, but not
moving to pull off her stretch pants. “I bared my breasts
and pulled pussy hair with you, bitch,” she said. “I don’t
have anything I need to prove to you.”
Rachel met her stare, proudly all but naked, the tangled
thong crotch hiding only a sliver of her big, furry cunt,
her muscular thighs spread just wide enough to give Whit a
good look. “Oh really?” she taunted. “Do your tits hurt?”
Susan nodded
slowly, her brown eyes burning into Rachel’s pale blue ones.
“Yes. Do yours?”
“Mmm hmm,” Rachel
purred. “They hurt so much I can barely touch them. But I
bet they can still press yours flat.”
Susan bit her lip as she felt her abraded, bitten nipples
suddenly stiffen slightly at the other blonde’s words, as if
they couldn’t ignore the challenge in Rachel’s voice. And
she saw Rachel’s nips budding on her two reclining boobs,
pricking to life, obviously at the thought of tangling again
with Susan’s. Her throat went dry at the thought of what
her savaged, bruised breasts and raw, tender nipples would
feel like pressing, colliding, grinding across Rachel’s.
Which of them could stand more pain? And whose boobs were
really firmer, whose nipples harder? It might be the
ultimate test of womanhood.
When Susan spoke, her voice was almost hoarse. “I’d
flatten you, Rachel. Break your nipples, grind you raw…”
“You’ll meet me naked, right here on this mat?” Rachel
demanded. “Bare cunts?”
“You fucking gutter tramp,” Susan growled. “Yes I’ll meet
you naked if that’s what a whore like you wants.” With
growing anger and anticipation she jerked her waistband down
and began to peel her drenched sweatpants off. The hot, damp
air felt barely any different than the moist stretch
material but she did feel more flexible, lighter in her
black thong, and as she stared down she felt herself
spreading her own powerful thighs a little bit to give
Rachel a view of her waiting crotch, vulva crowding around
the silky thong material, dark fur spreading out around her
mound on either side of the small tongue of material hiding
her labia from her enemy.
Rachel sat with her crotch on display, hands on her hips
briefly before she reached up to massage her tits again,
pinching at her nipples to show the lengthening, thick rods
could still take punishment. Susan set her jaw and
answered the move, cradling her boobs for Rachel’s
inspection. She waited for a moment and then slipped the
thong waistband down over her lush pelvis and down across
her curling legs, tossing the tiny garment aside and coolly
eyeing Rachel as she showed off her pussy to this
infuriating, sexual bitch. Rachel drank in Susan’s curves,
her eyes caressing the other woman’s big, bare boobs and lowring to study her still tense abs and finally her
dark-furred cunt and its pink valley of labial folds.
Susan could feel her clitoris throbbing against her labial
hood, sliding into view, fully erect. She would have been
mortified for another woman to see this under any other
circumstances, but now she could feel her pulse hammering in
her ears as she displayed her thumb-sized sex horn to Rachel
with cold pride.
She couldn’t interpret Rachel’s expression as the other
blonde stared down at Susan’s exposed pussy but the other
woman seemed intently focused until she glanced back up into
Susan’s eyes and then reached down and slowly stripped her
own thong down over her graceful legs and tossed it aside,
returning to her sitting position with her legs again
slightly spread for Susan’s inspection.
Susan glared at the enemy cunt, already jealous of its
golden, natural fur and feeling a brief flush of
embarrassment at her course brunette pubes. Rachel’s bare
vulva seemed thick and exposed, barely hidden by her
light-colored fur, her pink sexual flesh a more subtle
contrast to her pale fur and tawny vulval skin. But Susan
could already see the glistening nub of the other blonde’s
clitoris sliding from beneath its own hood, as if answering
the silent challenge from its sister between Susan’s
thighs. As she watched the clit unfurled completely, every
bit as thick and firm as Susan’s secret sexual trigger.
Susan’s breasts were already pounding with sensation, an
almost equal mix of pain and electrifying anticipation. Her
nipples jutted upward, erect and alert, their abraded, raw
skin stretched to the breaking point, tingling with pain—but
as long as she maintained her stare at Rachel’s waiting body
and the other blonde’s equally erect, reddened nipples and
glistening, sweat-drenched breasts, Susan’s nipples
maintained their hard-ons. Just the weight of her own
mammaries, after being punched, squeezed, scratched and
bitten by her opponent, caused a dull ache on Susan’s
strong chest that intensified with each breath. Her only
consolation was that she knew she had done just as much
damage to Rachel’s beautiful pair.
The other blonde
was slowly easing herself onto the balls of her feet, her
chest briefly thrust out to display her wobbling, pouting
tits before she placed her hands in front of her feet in a
crouch, her breasts now hanging down, long nipples pointing
at the mat as her fleshy boobs quivered—two soft punching
bags begging to be attacked. Susan’s abs tightened as she
pulled herself up into her own waiting crouch, wincing a bit
as her breasts hung downward, gravity sending another wave
of pain through the two big, abused glands. In the stifling
heat of the sparring room even the sheen of sweat on
Susan’s body felt like a coat of iron dragging her toward
the mat. She was in no condition to fight—mentally,
physically and emotionally exhausted. But she would not let
Rachel steamroll her.
“How do you want to do this?” she asked dangerously. For a
second she saw hesitation in Rachel’s eyes.
“How do you want to?” the other blonde asked.
For the first time Susan felt in control, even if only for
the moment. She could stop this. But as she stared down at
Rachel’s waiting bustline, she knew she didn’t want to. “I
think your big tits are so hurt they couldn’t stand up to
anything more,” she said, looking back up into Rachel’s cold
blue eyes.
Rachel glanced at Susan’s bare, beaten breasts before
responding. “You’d probably scream if I even touched yours,
they’re so bruised. I doubt you could take it.”
“Maybe we should see who can take more?” Susan said
quietly. She straightened out of her crouch, facing Rachel
on her knees, hands on her hips…and slowly arching her back,
presenting her still proud, war-torn breasts to her
opponent. “I’ll bet I could beat you just by touching
breasts with you…you’d probably give up from just my nipples
touching yours.”
Rachel stared at her from her crouch for a long moment
before slowly, challengingly straightening to mirror
Susan’s pose, hands on her flared, womanly hips, muscular
thighs slightly spread, and proudly thrusting her own
injured but still firm, impressive boobs out toward Susan.
Rachel’s nipples were fiery, rose red, almost pointing up
even as her breasts directly faced Susan’s. “If you think
you could beat me just by touching tits then bring them on,”
she said huskily. “You just bring those bare boobs on,
honey, because I think you’ll be the one screaming the
second my hard nipples touch yours.”
“You’re dreaming, girl,” Susan said hardly. “I can feel
how tight and hard mine are…they’re getting hard just
thinking of going up against yours, and they’re getting
harder every minute. I could just about pop your tits with
them right now.”
“I could bend those stiff ones easy,” Rachel growled, giving
her heavy, jutting breasts a little shake for Susan’s
benefit. “And I’d enjoy dragging my hard ones across your
poor hurting tits, stabbing you…”
“Mine would jab
your puppies hard, believe me,” Susan shot back, her
nerves egged on by the growing trash talk. “And my boobs
aren’t too hurt to press into yours, either. I wonder how
much of that yours could take.”
“Plenty,” Rachel replied. “My tits would hold up just fine
against yours. I’ll enjoy watching you cry while I crush
your melons.”
“I’ll do the crushing,” Susan snapped back. “And I’ll lick
up your milk after I press your titties dry.”
Rachel flung her
hair back off her face in a fiery, daring gesture and edged
forward on her knees, one knee forward a bit, even her sexy
pelvis dancing back and forth slightly as if itching to
press forward into combat with Susan’s body. “Why don’t
you back up your words, cheap bitch?” she said, edging her
hot chest into Susan’s personal space.
“I plan to, you big sow,” Susan said, mirroring Rachel’s
advance and edging forward. Both women had moved almost more
with their hips and legs and were now almost leaning
backward a little, warily keeping their overheated breasts a
few inches away from one another. But it would take only
them straightening and leaning slightly forward now to touch
them together, especially with their erect nipples extending
a good inch and a half in front of the fronts of their
breasts.
Susan could feel the heat and proximity of Rachel’s pelvis
dangerously close to hers, the warmth of Rachel’s sexual fur
burning like a furnace very close to her own exposed pussy.
Glancing down between their breasts and their mutual
face-off she saw Rachel’s golden pubes. Without her thong,
it was even more evident how prominent her sleek crotch was,
a thick, streamlined Venus mound nested between rippling
thigh muscles, pink labia unfurled enough for Susan to see
them peeking out from underneath her blonde pubic hair even
while looking straight down at her pussy. She knew that once
they engaged each other’s bodies, nothing would stop their
bare cunts from touching one another, hot fur tangling…and
she knew what waited for her underneath those thick, fleshy
lips, just as she knew her own throbbing clitoris was barely
being contained below her own dark fur now. They had
challenged each other to fight in the nude and now Susan
knew she faced the dirtiest, most intimate confrontation
she’d ever had with another woman. The fact that Rachel so
perfectly matched her physically, from the size of their
breasts to their long, powerful waists, lush, muscular hips
and thick, long, strong thighs, only made her anticipation
of the coming showdown all the more electrifying.
The two women glared at each other at close range now,
proudly displaying their glistening, full racks to one
another, daring each other to make the first move. For
several moments they slowly feinted, each urging their
aroused nipples forward, targeting their opponent’s stiff
rods, but backing off just as the enemy breasts nudged
forward to meet them.
“Come on, slut,” Rachel whispered. “Show me just how hard
you really are.”
“Quit running away, cow,” Susan huffed, edging forward a
bit. “Let’s see if you’re as stiff as you look.”
“I’m stiffer than you are,” Rachel growled. “Just admit that
mine are better than yours…bigger and sexier.”
“I’ve got the sexiest tits in this gym,” Susan said
sharply, finally and proudly owning it. “I always have and
just because you’re the new tits on the block doesn’t mean
you’re any kind of match for what I have. And I’m every bit
as big as you are.”
“Touch nipples with me then, bitch,” Rachel said. “I’ll make
yours wilt.”
Susan had had enough of the other girl’s mouth. Shaking,
she took a deep breath, glared sharply down at Rachel’s bare
breasts and edged her nipples forward, twisting slightly to
catch up with Rachel’s as the other blonde pivoted slowly to
meet her.
Four raw, throbbing, rock hard nipples touched edge on, tip
to tip, and both women hissed sharply as the pink, reddened
columns compressed, jolted by the rubbery impact. The two
women backed off, balancing on their knees, hands still on
hips as they faced each other arrogantly. Blinking back
tears, Susan edged forward again and this time scraped her
nipples directly across Rachel’s, shaft against shaft.
Gasping, the two women determinedly maintained contact, each
moving her shoulders slightly to guide her long pink rods
against her enemy’s, scraping her torn, abraded nipple skin
and all its rough, rubbery friction across her rival’s
throbbing, stiff shafts, like sandpaper against sandpaper.
Both women hissed and winced at the agonizing contact, and
despite the agonizing pain Susan felt a flush of sexual
warmth splashing across her breasts, through her body and
over her back, raising goosebumps of wicked, sick pleasure
at the mix of pain and erotic fire.
Continued in Part
4