The Aunt & The Attic (F/F and F/M)

I remember it like it was yesterday. Over the summer of my second to last year of high school, my parents both went on a buisness trip, and even though I felt I was all grown up at 17 years of age, they packed me off to stay with my aunt for three weeks (my only sibling, an older sister, being on some study abroad program thru her college at the time). I had two aunts, and I guess to shut me up - I was certain I didn't need a babysitter - they gave me to the younger one, Traci, or as she liked to call herself, Trace.

Anyway, let me describe her for you. At the time this took place, she was in her mid to late 30's - I of course never asked her exact age - and was normal height, I guess five two or three; at 5'10" I was always looking down on her. She was slim and trim - there was no sag in her that I could see, and since she had no kids, she still had a great bod. She spent half the time at home in the pool or on her ellpitical.
In fact, about that pool. Since it was summer break and she lived in the middle of nowhere, I did a lot of swimming. She was always out there too, swimming or tanning, which gave me a lot of chances to seemed like she spent half her time at home on her elliptical machine or in the pool. While swimming, I always took the chance to check out her B cups when I was sure I wouldn't be caught. Her hair was cut into a short, kicky style that came just to her jaw, and was streaked with a little pink.

So, after two weeks or so of swimming, sleeping late, watching TV, all the usual summer stuff, we were sitting around eating takeout when Traci came right out with a proposition I thought I must have dreamed up:
Would I team up with her to fight another family?
She apparently had an enemy - a woman her age named Melinda - who she had been enemies with since they were both children. She told me that she hated Melinda, and they had never got along; I guess Trace slept with this woman's boyfriend back in college, and since then it had been all out war. She said they'd fought once before, when they were both in their early 20's, and she had "beat the fuck right out of her," and she'd chased her out of the neighborhood ten or so years ago, but now she was back, and Trace was going to "settle her ass" once and for all.
I was still trying to convince myself this was real when she came to the point: Melinda's niece was going to come along to fight with her this time. Since Traci had no kids, she wanted to know if I would come along with her. She said she'd like to take my sister, but since she was on her study trip, and I looked like a big strong boy, I should be fine. Would I help her out?
Would I help her out!! You'd have to tie me down to stop me. I told her yes. I figured at the very worst, I'd end up wrestling around with some women, and I'd get to see Traci do the same - even if we lost, how bad could it be? Besides, I was fighting a girl; unless Melinda's niece was Gina Carano or somebody, I'd have no trouble handling her. I mean, I'm not in the best shape, but how hard could it be?

The fight was the next day. We drove over to Melinda's house. Taped to the front door was a note telling us to go inside, lock the door behind us, and go up to the attic. We did; the attic was big, maybe 35 by 35 feet, simple wooden A-frame. There were thick wrestling mats on the floor, and nothing else. It was early in the day, but since it was summer and the attic was unheated or cooled, it was already getting hot.
Traci put down the duffel bag she'd packed and pulled out a small speedo she gave me. She told me to put it on - "dress to impress" - and I changed into it while she got her own skimpy two-piece out of the bag. She made me turn my back while she changed into this, although honestly it didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination.
We waited a minute or two in the hot attic before our opponents came up the stairs. Melinda was first. Her long black hair fell to the middle of her back. She was about my aunt's age, but where my aunt was slim and trim, Melinda was a big woman. She was quite a bit taller than Traci, I guess maybe 5'5" or 5'6", and quite a bit larger - big tits, a little bit of a gut, and big, thick legs. She wasn't disgustingly obese or anything, but she could use some time in the gym. She had on her own skimpy two piece, her tits spilling out over the top.
Behind her was her niece. She was about an inch shorter than her aunt, but where Melinda was a little flabby, this girl looked like she was pure power. She had thick, strong arms and legs, huge tits her top was barely able to contain. Her black hair was cut shorter, to about her broad shoulders. I had four or five inches of height on her, but I'd guess she weighed more than I did. She glared at me from across the attic.

I had a queasy feeling in my stomach, but I pushed it down. Traci certianly didn't seem to be feeling anything but confidence. She and Mel went to the center of the attic and started trash talking each other. They were saying some really nasty things. Mel yelled in Tracy's face that she was a no good cunt, and Tracy yelled back that Jim (I guess a man Trace stole?) sure liked her cunt well enough. At this Mel slapped Trace hard across the face, and Trace slapped her right back, grabbing Mel's long hair and pushing her across the attic until the heavier woman's back smacked into one of the rough wood walls. Trace, with her left hand still buried in Mel's hair, started laying punches into Mel's gut, the loud smack of her fist and Mel's grunt after each blow echoing around the attic. Mel backed her off with a sharp knee to the groin; Traci released her opponent's hair and put her hands over her aching crotch. Mel hit her with a left cross, knocking Trace down on her ass. Mel pounced, pushing my aunt on to her back, then fitting her tits over Trace's nose and mouth. Mel was already sweating, and my aunt's face disappeared between her big breasts. Trace's legs kicked as Mel held her head pushed against her chest. I guess Trace must have gotten her mouth open enough to get some of Mel's tit, because Mel abruptly screamed and pushed her away. Trace reached up and took her opponent's top with her, leaving Mel's huge tits to cascade free. I noticed a red mark where my aunt's teeth must have been.

Traci and Mel faced each other, each on their knees, Traci panting with her face a little red, Mel's tits heaving as she breathed hard. The attic was very warm now, and both women were sweating heavily. They came together on their knees, Trace burying her hands in Mel's long hair and pulling on it mercilessly, Mel's hands reaching behind my aunt's back to untie her bikini top. When trace felt her top falling away, she moved her hands down, pushing her thumbs into Mel's eyes as hard as she could. This fight was getting really nasty; I, however, was entranced by finally getting a good look at my aunt's tits. Despite the brutality going on, I was getting stiff. Trace's B cups didn't look that big compared to Mel's double Ds, but I was having a hard time looking away.
Mel put her hands around Trace's wrists, trying to push her hands away, but she couldn't overpower her determined foe. Trace pushed her heavier opponent down on to her back. She sat on Mel's stomach, releasing her eye press, and started throwing punches into Mel's big tits. Some of her punches sent them flying in different directions; some of them smushed the breast into mel's ribcage. Either way, Mel was screaming as Trace punished her boobs.
Mel's hands came up to Trace's tits, her nails digging into my aunt's nipples. Trace howled and returned the tactic, pinching and squeezing her opponent's nipples.
Mel, having larger, more sensitive, and already abused tits, was clearly getting the worse of this. She was only able to escape when Traci, during the struggle, moved off her stomach and up Mel's body a little, giving Mel enough room for another knee to the crotch. It looked realy painful - the point of her knee hit right in between Trace's legs. Trace, groaning, released Mel's nipples and rolled off her opponent.
Both fighters were dazed, Mel holding her tits and crying, Trace rubbing her crotch with a distant look on her face.

"Tag out!" Kelly started screaming from across the attic. "Mel! Tag!" Mel pulled herself together and started towards her corner.
"Traci!" I yelled. "Tag! Tag!" I held out my hand for her.
Mel got to her corner a split second before Traci reached ours; both fighters tagged out, and I stepped in to fight.

I was pitching quite a tent in my speedos as Kelly and I circled each other; they were tiny enough that they could barely hold it in. I tried to ignore this and focus on my opponent. If she had any of the nerves I had, she was hiding them well, and this obviously wasn't her first fight.

Abruptly she charged, head down. Her shoulder hit my stomach, knocking me down onto the mat. As soon as we hit, she scrambled to get on top of me, sitting on my stomach and holding my wrists over my head.
I kicked and bucked, but she was on there good.
"That all you got?" she sneered down at me. "I didn't even break a sweat yet," She collected both wrists with her left hand, leaving her right one free to attack. She started by pinching my nose closed with it, then using her palm to cover my mouth. She couldn't make an airtight seal doing this, but it was close enough to make me panic. She let me kick and struggle like this for a little while before moving her hand away - my relief and being able to breathe again was short lived as she took my right nipple between her finger and thumb and twisted. I don't know how you ladies do it; I thought I was going to pass out from how much that hurt. She then gave the same treatment to the left one.

On the sidelines, Mel was obviously enjoying the show her niece was putting on, yelling out things for her to do to me and taunting Trace that her nephew was a pussy just like his aunt. Trace, for her part, was yelling sensible advice to me that I was totally unable to follow.

Kelly, still seated on my stomach, scooted back a little bit - my dick had deflated during her torture, or it would have been rubbing up against her ass. She was now sitting on my upper thighs, still reaching with her left arm to hold my wrists immoible.
She cocked her right arm back and started pistoning punches into my stomach. I guess she hit me with five or six, enough to leave me stunned or gagging. She probably could have put me out for the count here, but she was just making sure I wouldn't fight back during what she had planned next. When she had knocked the wind out of my reddening stomach, she climbed off me, peeling off my sweaty Speedos and tossing them to her aunt in the corner, who made a show of sniffing them.
Kelly pulled me up to my feet, putting her head between her thighs, then lifting me up for a piledriver - I remember seeing the attic upside down as she held me for a moment before driving my head into the mat.

I was pretty much helpless at this point, and Kelly took a quick victory lap before coming back to my prone body. She rolled me over onto my stomach, reaching back to untie the top of her suit, which she used to tie my hands behind my back. Trace protested at this, but unless she was prepared to charge onto the mat and take on aunt and niece at once, there wasn't anything she could do; there was no ref and no rules.
With my arms bound, Kelly rolled me over onto my back, then sat down on me again, pulling my head in between her huge, sweaty tits.
With my arms tied behind me, there was nothing I could do; I kicked and struggled weakly, but she had her arms locked around my head in a perfect tit smother.
I don't know how long she had me in this, but I was close to passing out when she finally let me go. As I tried to fill my lungs, she switched positions, sitting so she was now facing my lower half.

"What have we got here," she asked, reaching down to cup my balls with her right hand. When I try to close my legs, instinctively, she squeezes them. I try to stifle the scream, but this is pain like I've never felt. "Keep those legs open, bitch," she growls down on me, the pressure abating on my balls. I leave my legs open, not sure which is the worse option. "Now then," she purrs, "looks like your boy likes getting his ass kicked." She wrapped her other hand around my dick, still stiff from her smother - hey, I'm only human - and started stroking it, slowly, teasing me as she brushed her fingers up and down it.
This was feeling really good, and I lay there for a little while, recovering my breath as she worked me over. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, she increased the pace, wrapping her whole hand around it and jerking me off. This felt really good, and I knew after I caught my breath that I'd have to make a move - if she made me cum, it'd be all over, and the way she was now working me over, that wouldn't be long.
So, I braced myself and tried to push her off with one big heave - it wasn't enough to totally dislodge her, but I was able to push her far enough off to slide away from her (the generous layer of sweat covering both of us helped).
I rolled away from her and struggled to my feet, my fully erect dick now waving in front of me. "You're gonna regret not staying down," she promised, putting her hands up to fight. "Come on!"

The smart thing to do, I now realize, would have been to run back to my corner and tag. But her sensuous attack had deprived me of any chance of thinking straight. Instead, I rushed her. She saw this coming and nimbly dodged out of the way, tripping me and I ran past her, sending me sprawling. I landed on my side, and she was on me quickly, one arm around my neck choking me, the other reaching around to grab my erect cock.

She tugged me up to my feet, keeping me bent over, leading me over to her corner. She let go of my penis, backing me into the corner, her standing with me on my knees in a headlock. Our bodies screened Traci from seeing what was going on in the corner, and I could feel why in just a moment.
Mel had opened up the duffel bag in her corner and loaded her fingers up with lube. When Kelly backed us in range, she started lubing up my asshole, her left hand holding my hips steady while her right thumb went to work spreading the lube.
I tried to escape, but as soon as she felt me move, Mel pushed her thumb up against my asshole, and that was all it took to keep me still. I guess Trace could tell Mel was doing something to me, and she finally had enough and came charging out of our corner.
Kelly released the headlock she had me in and ran at Trace, leveling her with a brutal clothesline. Trace went flying, landing face up on the mat, dazed. Kelly pounced, sitting down on her stomach, Trace's arms trapped by her sides, and started throwing punches into my aunt's face. Kelly was a much bigger woman than her victim, and after five or six punches Trace stopped struggling.

During this time, Mel had finished lubing me up, and slid her entire thumb into my ass. I was totally immobilized like this, stuck kneeling in front of her, with her huge, sweaty tits pushed into my back as she worked my asshole. Her other hand reached between my legs, taking my dick and stroking it slowly. This hand was lubed, too, and with that, the natural sweat, and what else she was doing to me, my head was swimming.

Meanwhile, Kelly had gotten off Trace, rolled her on to her stomach, and locked her in a full nelson. She dragged my aunt over to where Mel and I were in the corner.
"Get a good look," Kelly sneered at Trace. "Look how much he loves this." Kelly steered Trace until her face was inches from the end of my cock.

This really isn't how I wanted the match to end. Winning would have been great, and losing I could accept once I saw that Kelly was built like a shithouse and knew her way around the mats. But like this - getting jerked off by her slightly pudgy, cougar-aged aunt, complete with her thumb up my ass, in front of everyone?
Then again, there was really nothing I could do; her thumb held me captive, and she really was quite the jerkoff artist.
Mel's pace increased and she was now pumping my dick furiously. I couldn't hold out anymore. I came - "Yeahhhhhh," Kelly shouted as she saw my load fly. "Pump him! I want to see more!" - probably the biggest load I'd ever shot landed on my aunt's face - if she hadn't screwed her eyes shut, I might've blinded her - some landing in her hair, most of it splattered across her eyes, cheeks, and mouth.

With that, I was totally spent. Mel removed her thumb from my ass and dragged me over to one of the wooden support beams. She produced a pair of handcuffs and looped my hands back behind the post, cuffing them there and leaving me helpless.
With me out of the way, they turned their attention to Trace. Kelly released her full nelson and smeared my jizz all around Trace's face to start, then stood her up and held her arms behind her back as Mel came over to punish her.
Without preamble, Mel started beating the shit out of her. She threw punch after punch into Traci's face, bloodying her nose and mouth. She moved down from there, smacking my aunt's tits again and again, smushing them into her ribcage. Then she went further down, punching Trace's stomach until ugly bruises started forming. She then lifted her knee between Trace's legs again and again, drawing painful groans each time.

When they were done, poor Trace looked like a side of beef; Kelly released her and she slumped down to the mat.
There was no rest for the weary, though; Kelly grabbed her hair and tugged Trace to her hands and knees, spinning her around so that she was facing me - I had the best seat in the house, whether I wanted it or not. Kelly kneeled in front of her, one arm looped around Trace's neck to choke her if she tried to escape, the other on her chest, pulling on one tit and then the other, then pinching and pulling her nipples.
Mel came back to where her duffle bag was, shooting me a wink before unzipping her bag and pulling out a monster strap on. Uh oh.Mel slid it around her generous waaist, then went back to where her niece had my aunt immobilized. Mel went behind her, kneeling down, preparing to enter Trace from the rear. She applied a good bit of lube to the dildo first, then worked it in to Traci's vagina. She let out a cross between a moan and a yelp as Mel drove it in to the hilt. She started slow at first, sliding it out until just the tip was in, then pushing the dildo back in, going a little faster each time.
"Hey, kid," Mel shouted to me. "Did you know your aunt loves being fucked like this?" She laughed, pounding my aunt.  Now the only sound in the boiling attic was the squelching of the dildo sliding in and out of Trace, the soft thwap of Mel's hips hitting Trace's ass as she drove it home with each stroke, and the piteous moans coming from my aunt as she was worked over.
Mel started pumping her fast and faster, Trace's moans and groans increasing in tempo as her body responded. Finally, with Mel fucking her mercilessly, Trace came, her entire body shaking as the orgasm washed over her.
I was hoping this was it, but Kelly didn't let go; she just held Trace as she panted, spent from her exertion. Mel removed the dildo with a pop; It was hard to see what she was doing from my vantage point, but it dawned on me that Mel was now lining it up with Trace's ass.
"You can beg now," Mel hissed.
"Please," Trace groaned, tears streaming down her face, red with exhaustion, covered with sweat, brusing up from the beating she'd taken. "Please, I've had enough. .You're the better woman. I'll say whatever you want."
"Too bad," Mel said sweetly. She pushed the dildo into my aunt's ass. Trace jumped, Kelly having to clamp down to keep ahold of her. Again she started slow and worked her way up to full speed, paying no heed to Trace's pleading for mercy as she pounded her ass raw. I don't know how long this went on, but it felt like forever; by the time Mel had her fill, Trace was reduced to a quivering mess. Kelly finally let her go, and Mel flipped her beaten enemy over onto her back, shoving the dildo down her throat for good measure before unstrapping it.
That done, she sat on Traci's face, grabbing her short hair and pulling my aunt's mouth and nose up to her cunt. Mel started loudly riding her face as Kelly came over to where I lay, my hands still cuffed over my head.

"Well," she smiled down at me, her foot rubbing up against my now hard again dick. "Looks like you enjoyed the show," she purred, kneeling down and rubbing her thumb all around the head.
"Yeah," I groaned. She turned to look over her shoulder at her aunt humping my aunt's face.
"Our turn."
She straddled me, guinding my prick into her, sitting down on it. It felt wonderful. From her position on top of me, her huge, soft tits gently brushed against my face as she started fucking me. She was very moist - everyone had been turned on, I guess, by what Trace had just gone through - and in no time she was fucking me full speed, her hips slamming up and down against mine, her tits whacking my face as she fucked me. I matched my hip movement to hers. Her pussy felt wonderful, and I knew I couldn't last long. I felt that familiar warmth soon, and I was cumming in her, shooting a huge load into her warm snatch.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned, still pumping as I came. When I was emptied out, she climbed off my dick.
"Bad. I didn't say you could do that yet." She moved to stand over my face, lowing her pussy onto it, muffling my protest. She stated face fucking me, my cum mixed in with her juices, as she rode me. I tried to get my tongue out of my mouth to get her off, but she was so rough I could just lay there and wait for her to satisfy herself.
By the time she was done - I could feel her entire body shiver as she came - it looked like Mel had finished her own orgasm. They uncuffed me, and dragged me and Trace to the middle of the mat. They lay me down on my back, and lay Trace on top of me in a 69 position, my nose up her pussy, with my deflating dick in her mouth. They tied us like that with clothesline and left; we lay there like this in the heat for six hours until we could finally wriggle free and slink home in shame.

I saw a lot of my aunt after that, but obviously, things were never the same between us after that day.

Susan vs Allison bonus match: Susan vs Richard

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Susan vs Allison: Part 3

After Allison's defeat at her neighbor Susan's hands, she started training like crazy; She had six raw eggs for breakfast and started running a mile before dawn. Whereas before she'd been a bit scrawny, she put on at least 20 pounds, most of it muscle; she developed a set of six pack abs and thick, strong legs. She started taking kickboxing classes and her arms became taut and muscular. Her personality changed, as instead of enjoying shooting the shit with me and her brother or tooling around on our dirtbikes, she obsessed over her BMI and calorie intake. In short, she was no longer my fun friend Ally, and it became rare to see her outside of the classes we shared, as she'd often just shoot me nasty look as me and Dave worked on our bikes. She even grew her hair out into its natural brown and stopped giving it her trademark streaking.
Not sure what to do, I ended up telling Dave the whole story. He just shrugged and said they'd work it out (easy for him to say since he was going to college a few states over next year). As much as I was dreading it, when Allison called and said I was to be her cornerman in a rematch with Sue, I didn't think I had any choice; by this point she looked like she could pick me up and snap me like a twig.
The day Allison picked was about two weeks before Halloween; her parents were on vacation and Dave had been sent to a WWE house show to get rid of him. I found myself sitting in Allison's garage, with an uncomfortable silence hanging between us. Allison was definitely nervous, wearing just a black sports bra (not that she needed it), black sweatpants, black MMA gloves and white cotton socks. Even with her socks on her feet must have been cold as she paced the concrete floor. She kept tucking and re-tucking her hair, which was now down to her shoulders, cut in a simple wave that no longer hung in front of her eyes.
It was almost a relief as Susan knocked on the door and Allison thumbed the button to raise it into the ceiling. Slowly Susan came into view, standing there with her arms crossed. Susan was wearing a white windbreaker and a navy blue skirt. She didn't bother taking the windbreaker off as she stepped into the garage; it looked like she wasn't planning on staying long. I couldn't see much of her arms or stomach, but her legs looked much less defined than I remembered - either she'd slacked off on her workout routine, or maybe she just didn't look as impressive compared to Allison, because she looked a little soft and a little scared. She knew why she'd been called, and she walked right into the garage and addressed Allison:

"There's no way I'm fighting you again. We're finished."

"You scared?" Allison stepped up so she was in Susan's personal space. "You afraid, you old bitch?"

Susan looked Allison up and down. "Look - I'm sorry I hurt you. I guess I went too far in our last fight. But it's settled now, and I'm not going to fight you. We're done. Just leave me alone." Susan turned to leave, but had only gotten a step or two before Allison responded:
"Maybe I'll find your son." At this, Susan stopped and turned slowly. "You like taking him to Washington Park, right? How old is he now, five? That's old enough for a figh-" Allison was cut off as Susan stormed up to her and slapped her hard across the face. Allison's mouth had curled into a ugly, snarling grin, and she slammed a straight right into Susan's face. Susan cried out in pain, and Allison punched her in the stomach. Susan gasped and went down on her knees. Allison kicked her in the side of the head, collapsing Susan in a heap, then pulled the garage door opener out of her pocket, hitting the close button and tossing it away. Susan had started getting up, but didn't make it past her knees as Allison came up, grabbed her hair, and slammed a knee strike into her jaw. Susan went back down, and Allison reached down and pulled her windbreaker off. Underneath it Susan was wearing a plain white tee, and like her legs, her arms looked much less muscular. Allison drove a punch down into her stomach, and Sue rolled on her side, holding her gut. "Get the fuck up," Allison shouted, roughly pulling Sue to her feet. Allison backed off, putting her hands up like a boxer. "Come the fuck on," she breathed. "Come on." 

They came together and Allison unleashed a flurry of punches that had Susan backing up, covering her head with her hands. Allison went under her guard with a quick left-right to Sue's stomach. Susan covered her stomach, and when her guard dropped Allison hit her with some kind of karate strike to the neck. Susan stepped back, choking and holding her throat, and Allison did a split, hammering a punch into her opponent's stomach like she was Johnny Cage.

Sue fell straight back, hitting her head on the concrete floor, and coughed, trying to get her wind back. Allison got up from her split and flexed, kissing both biceps and shoot me a "how's that" look. Then she turned back to Sue, who was just getting up. "Come on, grandma," Allison grunted, grabbing a handful of Sue's loose hair. "Fight's not over yet. Up you go." Allison pulled Sue to her feet, bent her over, and started slamming knees into her stomach. Sue took four of these before collapsing again, this time on her chest. Allison reached down and pulled off Susan's shirt, which left Sue in her bra and skirt, but at least gave her enough time to roll away from Allison and get back up. They came at each other again and this time when they got close Sue surprised Allison by lunging forward and kneeing her in the crotch (I guess Allison hadn't been practicing how to avoid that particular move in kickboxing class). Allison backed up holding herself and Sue came on, throwing a kick that landed straight on Allison's right knee. Allison screamed and went down, rolling on to her back holding her leg. I was worried this was getting out of control as Susan walked up to her, lifted a leg, and stomped down on her face. Sue still had her shoes on and Allison was stunned, with her nose starting to bleed. Susan lifted her foot for another as Allison barely managed to roll away. Instead of getting up, the teen got to one knee, rubbing her face and cursing. Sue walked up to her and threw a kick - Allison tried to catch her ankle, but Sue's leg sailed through her hands, and her foot slammed into Allison's jaw. Allison's head was thrown back by the impact and she landed on the floor on her back, barely moving. Even Sue stomping on her stomach grew only a groan of pain. Sue straddled her, getting a handful of her long hair, and slapped her a few times to bring her around. 

"I'm done," Sue yelled, slapping Allison again. "I'm finished." Slap. "I don't want to see you again." Backhand. "I don't want to hear your fucking bikes." Slap. "Stay away from me." Slap. "Stay away from my family." Backhand. "Or I'll really fuck you up." Sue drew back for another slap, but Allison managed to push her off. Sue jumped to her feet and charged, but Allison managed to roll out of the way. Sue had a full head of steam and went barreling past her. Allison got up to one knee, but instead of favoring her injured leg, she braced it under herself and launched at Sue in a tackle. She hit the back of Sue's knees, knocking the older woman down on her face. Allison leaped on her back, wrapping her arms around Sue's neck and scissoring her stomach. Sue gagged, reaching behind her and frantically trying to flail at Allison while simultaneously trying to get her legs under her and get to her feet. None of this worked, and her struggling became increasingly frantic. She managed to roll both herself and her opponent over so that Allison was underneath her, but with the sleeper and scissors still locked on, all this did for Sue was leave her humping the air trying to escape.
Allison released her before she passed out, but as Sue slumped onto the floor taking heaving, gasping breaths, it looked like there was no fight left in her. Allison went right for her shoes, swatting aside Susan's feeble attempt to kick her away. With these gone Allison stripped her older opponent down to just her socks. Allison took off her own pants, leaving herself clad in just her sports bra and plain black panties (well, and gloves and socks), before rolling Sue onto her back. Allison straddled her face, her hips hovering over Sue's mouth.
"Eat my pussy," Allison ordered. Sue leaned her head up and bit her. Even though her underwear this looked incredibly painful and Allison let out a blood-curdling scream of pure agony, frantically pushing Susan's head away, but the damage was already done. Allison fell off Sue, curling up and holding her privates, sobbing. Both fighters were down for a minute. Sue recovered first, slowly climbing to her feet. She looked pretty wrecked as she walked over to Allison and rolled the unresisting teen onto her back. Sue sat down on her chest and yanked Allison's hair so the younger fighter was looking into her face.

"Last chance," Sue snarled. "Give up now - " Sue reached behind her back, her hand dipping into Allison's panties and squeezing - " - or you'll never walk again. What's it gonna be?" 

Allison was still crying, her bloody face red and scrunched up into a mask of agony. She managed to sob out a "No", and then a scream as Sue squeezed her pussy. Allison was trying to get at Sue's hand, but the older woman's legs were trapping her arms at awkward angles, and it took a good twenty seconds before she managed to pull Sue's arm out of her underwear. Sue shook her arm free of Allison's grasp and drew it back, then slammed a straight punch into the teen's face. Allison groaned and managed to get her arms out from under Sue, but the older fighter grabbed Allison's hands and pinned them to the ground. She scooted back a little bit, then lowered her chest to Allison's face, pressing the teen's nose and mouth between her sweaty boobs.

Sue had done this during their second fight, and I think she may have made a mistake here; this certainly was a humiliating move, but both fighters were far beyond mere humiliation now, and Allison managed to get enough air to start to recover. Sue also had to use both hands to pin Allison's down, so she couldn't press her tits into Allison's face for a tighter seal, and ended up giving her opponent some breathing room. Sue must have realized this wasn't working after a few minutes as she got up off Allison, who promptly rolled away and sprang to her feet. Sue just shook her head and the two fighters came at each other again.

Sue aimed a big haymaker that missed by a good six inches. I can only guess she was looking to knock Allison out with one punch, and she put so much into it that it threw her off-balance, with Allison coming in, wrapping her arms around Sue's midsection and lifting her straight up off the ground. Allison gave her an atomic drop, with the hard part of her kneecap going right between Sue's legs. Sue fell off Allison's knee and landed on her back, holding her pussy. "How's that feel, bitch?!" Allison screamed. She went around to Sue's right side and stomped on her soft stomach. Sue moved her hands up to cover her gut, and Allison sat down on her stomach, trapping Sue's arms (mostly) beneath her. Allison grabbed Sue's head and slammed it into the concrete floor with a sick thud. Sue struggled frantically under her, but she had a hard time getting her arms free, and another head slam saw her struggles get weaker, with a third reducing her to barely moving. Allison gave her a fourth, then a fifth, and Sue lay still.
Allison climbed off her, panting, and waited for a minute. When Sue didn't stir, Allison prodded her with a foot. Sue coughed and groaned, but nothing else. Allison pulled Sue up into a sitting position, grabbing her hair and going around behind her, and started laying kicks into her back. Sue's body shook with each impact she let out a small grunt each time Allison's foot smacked into her sweaty back. After five or six of these Allison released her hair and Sue fell straight back. Allison dropped her knee into the center of Sue's face with a crack. Sue's body spasmed, but she didn't move. Allison rolled Sue onto her chest, then took off her own bra and used it to tie Susan's hands behind her back. (I guess in addition to taking kickboxing classes she'd looked up how to tie a good knot - it didn't look like Sue was getting free of that any time soon even if she had enough energy to try.) Allison then shucked her panties so both fighters were in nothing but their socks (and Allison still had her gloves on, I guess, too). Ignoring Sue, she walked over to one of the toolboxes on the far wall, flipped it open, and picked out a hammer. Sue had started coming back around, uselessly struggling with her bonds, and when she saw Allison coming toward her with the hammer, her eyes went big with fear. She tried to scramble away, whimpering, but Allison came up to her and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. "On your knees, bitch!" Allison yelled. She shoved and kicked Sue into the position she wanted - Sue was on her knees, bent over forward. I guess she would have been hands and knees if her arms weren't tied behind her back, and instead her forehead rested on the concrete. Allison pulled Susan's hips up so her doughy butt was sticking out, reaching between Sue's legs and rubbing her pussy. Sue groaned into the floor as Allison hefted the hammer. She held it by the head and pressed the handle against Susan's vagina. I couldn't believe my eyes as Allison pushed the thick wood handle into Susan's pussy. Susan let out a low, guttering groan as Allison pushed at least seven inches of the hammer in, then started very slowly fucking her with it. To my amazement Susan started humping it back, and with a little increase in speed Allison eventually made her cum. When she pulled out the hammer Susan collapsed on her chest, totally limp. Allison threw the hammer aside, then crooked a finger at me. Trying to choke down excitement and fear I got up and walked over. Without a word Allison pulled down my pants and underwear, which I stepped out of. She grabbed my cock (just with the index finger and thumb - she still had  the MMA gloves on) and gave it a few strokes. "You're not gonna top that hammer, huh, Rich?" she asked. I nodded. Allison spit in Sue's asshole. "You know what to do." I looked down at Susan laying in a heap. After the first fight, me and Dave had both done Susan at the same time, but I'd fucked her vagina; this was new territory for me. Allison was behind me, and I felt her naked chest and small, hard nipples pressing into my back as she leaned into me.

"Rich," Allison breathed in my ear. "If you don't fuck her ass - " one of her gloved hands wrapped around my balls - "that hammer's going up your shitter next. Got it?" She gave my bare butt a slap. "Let's fucking go."

Well, what could I do? Sue was already laying on her stomach, so I straddled her hips. With a grunt I eased my cock into Susan's asshole. It was really tight; I don't know where Allison learned that spitting was enough lube (we certainly didn't cover it in sex ed). Susan moaned under me as I pushed my cock into her asshole. Allison came out from behind me and sat down on Sue's back so we were face to face as I drew back for another stroke. I took it really slow as Susan bucked and moaned under me. Allison pulled Susan's buttcheeks apart and Sue's ass did start to loosen up as I worked on her. At first it had been so tight it was unpleasant, but it started feeling pretty good, and Allison started cheering me on, chanting for me to "fuck that ass". It took a while, but it was just a matter of time before I came, and at Allison's instruction pumped as much cum as I could into Susan's ass - she only let me pull out when she was sure I was totally spent. After that Allison had me wipe my dick on Susan's hair.
Sue was a mess, laying in a congealing pool of sweat, with a pool of her juices under her pussy, and my cum leaking from her asshole. Allison went and got a old, dirty trenchcoat, and we wrapped Sue in it, then threw her outside the garage and closed the door. I helped Allison clean up, and when I left about twenty minutes later, there was no sign of Sue. I hoped I'd never see her again.

Susan vs Allison: Part 2

After Allison beat up her neighbor Susan, her personality changed just a bit; she had a little bit more confidence, a little spring in her step, and loved talking about the beating she'd given "that old bitch" or "that fat cunt". I don't know if she just loved the sense of power she had, or the feeling she'd gotten from riding her opponent's face to a powerful orgasm or what, but she seemed a little obsessed. (Not that I wasn't; I found myself jerking off to the memory all the time.)

One day in early September Allison invited me over to her house after school; this was normal, and it didn't dawn on me that anything unusual was happening even though Dave wasn't home. Ally pulled me into the garage and closed the door, then laid it out for me:

"Sooooooo... You remember that fight I had with Sue?" I nodded; how could I forget? "Well, she wants a rematch. Would you come along and be, like... my corner guy?"

"What about Dave?"

"Ew." Allison made a face. "He's my brother, perv. You're sick." The look of disgust faded into her mischievous smile. "Plus, I mean, I made her suck you off instead of him, so you got some skin in the game. I mean, if you don't want to... " She gave me a look with her big green eyes and I fell into her trap, rushing to agree as quickly as I could. I didn't really know what was expected of me, but before I knew it the fight was set for the next Sunday, the middle day in a three day weekend. Sue didn't want to fight in the garage, and instead the location was set for a clearing in the woods - the misleadingly named Frog Pond, which was basically a roughly 40 foot by 40 foot clearing, the "pond" being nothing more than a muddly little puddle towards the middle you could sometimes catch frogs in. Allison brought a blanket for them to fight on; I just brought myself and a bottle of water.

It was kinda weird seeing Susan again when we got there. She didn't have anyone with her, and the grim look she gave me was a little chilling. She took off her jacket and track pants to reveal that she was wearing a black sports bra and a set of black modest panties. She kicked off her shoes and socks and stood barefoot on the blanket. It looked like she'd been working out; I definitely didn't remember her arms being that big, and her formerly soft tummy looked a lot more toned. At 5'5" she was giving up an inch of height to Allison, but outweighed her easily.
Across the blanket, Allison had also removed her outer layer of clothes. She was going topless, her little pink nipples already erect, wearing only a white thong panty. I don't know if it was because Sue looked much tougher now or because this wasn't Allison's home turf, but she looked a little vulnerable shivering in the crisp air. 

I hardly had time to take this in as Sue and Allison approached each other silently. With some unspoken signal the fight started. Both women had their fists up in a guard, but as they came together Susan slipped a straight right punch between Allison's hands into her face. Ally yelped and stepped back, shaking her head. She also dropped her guard, and Susan stepped in and slammed a punch into her gut. Allison groaned and took another step back, holding her stomach, slightly bent over with her eyes squeezed shut. Susan kicked Allison's left leg out and she fell down with a surprised yell. Susan backed off, hands on her hips: "Get up, you little runt." 

Allison sprang to her feet and raised her fists again. This time as Susan approached, Ally let fly a high-pitched battle scream and charged. Susan tried to drop her guard and grab Allison, but she was too slow, and the teen barreled into her, bringing them both down to the blanket, where they struggled for control. Allison got a handful of Susan's long hair and hit her with a left hook to the jaw. Susan grunted as her head was snapped around by the impact, the right side of her face resting against the ground. Ally put her left hand on Sue's head and pressed, keeping her from being able to turn it back to face her attacker. Susan blindly flailed at Allison, who it looked like was having trouble both keeping Susan's head pinned and mounting an offense of her own. She solved this problem by switching her grip to grab Susan's head with both hands, lifting it off the ground and then slamming it back down.

I have no doubt this hurt and disorientated Susan, but compared to the bare concrete where they'd fought the first time, the ground here seemed much more forgiving. The thick blanket and layer of dead pine needs, leaves, and grass probably didn't have nearly as much impact, and after two slams when Ally lifted Susan's head up again, Sue managed to rear back and slam a headbutt into Allison's face.
Allison fell off Susan with a cry of pain, holding her nose with both hands. Susan took a moment to recover, then got to her feet, facing Allison who had just managed to get to her knees and was cursing at the blood coming between the fingers she was still holding over her nose. Susan came on, hands up like a boxer. When she came close Allison lunged at her, reaching for her face with a scream. Susan managed to catch Allison's right hand with her own left, but her opponent's left hand came in with a slap to the face. Susan grimaced and was stunned long enough for Allison to rake at her face, and one of her fingers ended up pressing into Susan's eye. Susan howled and released Ally's hand, half-blindly trying to push the teen away. She wasn't able to do it and Allison came in and kneed Sue between the legs. Sue let out a pained groan, covering both her face and her crotch. 

Allison balled up her right fist and hit Susan in the gut, but she'd definitely been working out, and even without her abs flexed, all it drew was a cough from Susan. I could see her stomach tighten in anticipation of Allison's next punch, which almost bounced off Sue's stomach. Ally grunted in annoyance and went behind Sue, unhooking her sports bra and whipping it off her. This gave her opponent just a little too long to recover - Allison couldn't see it with Sue's back to her, but the older woman blinked her injured eye once or twice and, deciding it was fine, turned back to face Allison, twisting her body and slamming a huge right hook into Allison's face. Allison went down like a sack of dirt, the only sound a nasty smack as Susan's fist smashed into her face and the soft rustle of the blanket as Allison collapsed onto it. 

Susan let Allison lay in a heap for a second as she took in some big breaths, then kicked the fallen fighter onto her back. Susan reached down and pulled Ally's panties off, then pinched her nose until Allison opened her mouth to inhale and stuffed the teen's own underwear in. Allison gagged as it looked like Susan was trying to force the thong down her throat. Susan got almost all of it in and then climbed off Allison, who rolled up to her hands and knees, coughing and almost retching as she pulled the spit-covered wad of cloth out of her mouth, along with a healthy amount of drool. Susan waited until Ally had gotten it out and just started taking a shuddering breath before she stepped forward and slammed a kick into Allison's stomach. Ally groaned and fell to the ground. Susan rolled her on her back again, this time sitting down on her hips. She leaned forward and down, pinning Allison's hands on either side of her head. 

"This is what real tits look like," Susan bellowed, slapping Allison's face around with her breasts. Allison leaned her head up and tried to bite Susan's left nipple. In response Susan pressed her chest down, trapping Allison's face between her heaving tits. 

Despite the beating Allison was taking, she still had plenty of energy as she bucked and strained under Susan's grip. I guess Sue couldn't make an airtight seal without using her hands, and she collected both of Allison's wrists up above the teen's head with just her left hand. With her right hand free I thought she would tighten up the smother, but instead she leaned up, breaking the smother, and scooted back a little so she was looking down at Allison's A-cups. "You look like a boy," Susan grunted, giving Allison's left nipple a mean twist. Allison cried out in pain and Susan really went after her little boobs, pinching the nipples and handing out nasty tit slaps. Ally was crying as her chest turned red under Susan's hands. By the time Sue was done with her, Allison lay under her quietly sobbing. Susan herself sat still straddling her, sweaty and breathing hard but looking pretty victorious. Sue gave Allison a slap in the face to get her attention - "Are you ready to give up now?"

"Fuck you," Allison sobbed. Sue shook her head and climbed off Allison, who curled into the fetal position and held her aching chest. Sue took a quick breather as Allison cried, then pushed the teen onto her back. Susan grabbed a handful of Allison's hair and pulled her up to a sitting position, using her grip to make Allison look at her opponent's face. Sue slapped her to get her attention, then barked "I'm gonna give you one more chance to give up. Then I'm going to really fuck you up." Sue slapped her again. "Are you ready to give up now?" Sue pulled her hand back for a third slap, but she wasn't holding on to Allison's hair securely enough, as Ally managed to draw her head back and smack a headbutt into Sue's face.

I don't know what kind of training Sue had done before the fight but it must have included how to do a headbutt; whereas Sue had hit the middle of Allison's face with the tough upper part of her skull, Allison kind of hit Sue just above the eyes with her forehead. I guess it did work well enough as a stunned Sue let go of her and backed up rubbing her face. Allison was a little stunned herself, but she quickly shook her head and attacked, lunging forward and knocking Sue off her feet. Allison tried to get on top of her, managing to straddle Sue, and wrapped her hands around Sue's neck and started squeezing. Sue let out a choking gasp, but managed to bring her hands up and rake them down Allison's bare chest. Allison screamed, releasing Sue to cover herself again, and Sue easily threw her opponent off her. Allison landed on her side on the blanket, and Sue gave her a hard kick to the back that rolled her over onto her chest. Sue sat down on Allison's back, punching her in the back of the head a few times, then wrapped her arms around Ally's neck in a sleeper. Allison kicked her legs frantically, but she was out of gas, and her struggling slowed and then stopped as Susan kept the sleeper locked in. 

Once Allison lay limp, Sue let the sleeper go, slowly climbing off her opponent, looking for any sign of recovery or that Ally was playing possum. Allison just lay there panting; Sue prodded her with a foot and when she didn't move dragged Allison right off the blanket, pulling her to the pond in the middle of the clearing.
By the time they arrived Allison was coated with a layer of dead leaves and pine needles, sticking to her skin with a mixture of her sweat and pine sap. Susan laid Allison down on her chest, head over the puddle, and grabbed her short hair, lifting her head up, then with one smooth push, forcing Allison's face into the cold, muddy puddle. Ally's legs kicked frantically, but she couldn't move her head up with Sue holding it down. After about 30 seconds Sue pulled Allison's head up, and Allison gagged, spitting up dirty water. "You ready to give now?" Sue demanded. Allison just let out a guttering sob and Sue pushed her head back into the puddle. After another thirty seconds Allison's head came back up, her eyes half closed, taking choking, gasping breaths. "You just tell me when you give up." Susan gave her another thirty-second dunk, and as soon as Ally's head broke the surface after this one she was crying out her surrender. 

Sue let her go, leaving Allison to cough up more water and take big, sucking breaths. Leaving her there, Sue walked up to me. I held my hands up in peace. "What's your name, young man?"

"Richard," I mumbled as defiantly as possible.

"Well, Richard, it's your lucky day. Once your girlfriend over there recovers, I'm going to give her a taste of her own medicine from last time."

"She's not my girlfriend..."

"Even better," Susan chuckled. "Still, though, I don't think you deserve to get off scott-free. Follow me." She started walking away, and I followed her to the edge of the clearing. She picked out a large oak and had me put both hands on it. At her instruction I stuck my butt out, and before I knew it she had yanked my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. "Don't move," she ordered. "This is going to hurt..."

She wasn't kidding. I got an unforgettable spanking, and the only good thing I can say about it is that nobody was around to see it except Allison. Susan tanned my hide good, and although I tried to manfully bite down the pain, as she kept spanking the same spot I couldn't help grunting and then crying out with each impact. To make it even worse she'd occasionally reach in between my legs and give my balls a squeeze, drawing a pained yelp each time.
Finally she was finished, telling me to lift my left leg, then my right as she took my pants and underwear and flung them over her shoulder. She motioned for me to follow and we walked back over to Ally, who had managed to recover a little bit, although she still looked miserably beaten and half-drowned. "Are you ready for your punishment, little girl?"

"No," Allison sniffed, looking at the ground.

"Well that's too bad. I want you to say 'Please punish me Mrs. Fiorello' or I'm going to start hurting you again.

"Pleasepunishmemrsfiorello," Allison mumbled.

"Get on your knees."
With some effort Allison complied, pushed herself up to her knees with a grunt. Susan gave my aching butt a swat and positioned us so that I was standing front of Allison. "I think you know what comes now, right?" Sue prompted. With a unhappy sigh Allison grabbed my cock. Without even a stroke to get it hard she wrapped her lips around my penis and start giving me a very inexperienced, sloppy blowjob, slobbering and sucking almost too hard on my dick. Still, this felt way better than my hand, and I got hard in no time. Eventually Ally started using her right hand to pump my dick along with her mouth and built me up this way until I came. I shot my load into her mouth, and she turned her head and spit it out, drawing an approving laugh from Susan, who then waved me away. Susan then pushed Allison down on her back, hanging her breasts right in front of the defeated fighter's face. "Worship my tits," she commanded. Allison leaned her head up and started licking and sucking on Susan's nipples, and to my eye it looked like she was mostly slobbering and sucking on them - but I guess this worked well enough as Susan was getting really excited, her hips starting to gyrate as she rubbed against Allison's stomach, presenting one breast and then the other for the teen to tongue. Finally she had enough, removing her panties and switching positions so she was facing Allison's feet. She scooted up and planted her pussy on Allison's face. For her part, Allison lay totally still under Susan (although Sue held Allison's her arms pinned down by her waist anyway) as the victorious fighter started riding Ally's face. She wasn't gentle, tossing her hips against Allison's head. At least it wasn't long until she came, throwing her head back in a victory cry as she climaxed over her beaten opponent.

Needless to say it was a long trip back from Frog Pond that afternoon. Allison and I made up a story about a dirt bike crash - not the greatest lie, but I guess we had both honestly expected her to win. Ally took about six weeks to fully recover from her beating, and when she came back to school she wasn't the same girl who'd strode into the clearing that fateful day.

Susan vs Allison: Part 1

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