Scott's Tag Boxing Adventure Chapter 5

Before our next match, Staci came to me:

"Scott, I've been thinking. I want a team name. And a theme." I just stared at her - we'd already dropped quite a lot of cash on our current ring gear, and after just a few fights she wanted new stuff?

Still, I couldn't say no; I was living the dream. We had some trouble coming up with a team name (Staci wanted to do SS for Scott & Staci, but that has some, um, unfortunate connotations.) Eventually we settled on "Fire & Ice"; Staci replaced her white and pink ring gear with fire engine-red gloves, boots, and a crimson silk robe, all edged in white. Her robe had STACI in white cursive. I'll admit it looked great with her red hair, which by now had grown down past her shoulders. That meant I was Ice, and I dyed my hair midnight blue. I got to keep my original blue ring gear, which meant we only had to pay to replace Staci's stuff.

Our first match as Fire & Ice would be up against the last of the initial three match offers Carol had given us. This was set of black cousins, both very dark skinned - they didn't have a team name and went by simply Sharon & Marcy. We'd left them for last because they looked like a bit of a weird team. Marcy couldn't have been more than five feet tall in her boxing boots, and her partner Sharon was the opposite, a 5'10" 220+ giant, a potent mixture of muscled arms and broad shoulders paired with massive breasts, each topped with a large, thick Hersey's Kiss-sized nipple over her large, doughy stomach.

We exchanged taunting emails (my favorite being the one they sent us titled PUSSY WHIPPED BY BLACK PUSSY where they promised they'd turn Staci into a lesbian, and Marcy - a dental hygienist - told me she'd give me a discount after they busted up my mouth during the match. Staci pointed out she seemed to be getting the better deal there, although I did need a new crown and debated if it would be weird going to the dental office where Marcy worked.)

The night of the fight rolled around and we were both nervous as we looked across the ring at our opponents, who were decked out in matching hot pink gear edged with black. I checked out Sharon - she had a large, round face with big features; big brown eyes, a wide nose, and large, thick lips (her DSLs, as she said - I had to google it). Her long, curly hair came down to the top of her breasts. Sharon caught me looking at this point, running her tongue around her mouth. I swallowed hard and quickly turned my gaze to her partner.

Marcy had much more delicate features - small, quick eyes, a button nose, and a small, pouty mouth. Her hair was in thick dreads reaching halfway down her back, and it looked like her hair made up half her body weight; she was a small woman, hardly any boobs and no butt. She was pretty enough, but not really my type (I like a woman with a little meat on her bones - not as much as Sharon, though.)

We'd decided to send out Staci and they sent out Marcy. I gave Staci a quick kiss for luck and she stepped between the ropes.The plan was pretty simple: Staci was going to use her reach to keep Marcy just far enough away that Stacy's hits would connect, but Marcy's would fall short. Staci would knock Marcy out quick, then tag me in, and we'd get to chopping down Sharon - it looked like it might take all afternoon to lay her out, but we figured we could just keep tagging when one of us got tired or beat up, and eventually our numbers advantage would seal the deal.

As it turned out this plan was easier said than done. Staci did her best to try and keep Marcy at arm's length, but the black woman was much faster than either of us had expected and kept getting in under Staci's guard - Staci had been working on her footwork, but she was still outclassed by her experienced opponent, who kept catching my girlfriend flat-footed, coming in for a darting punch and then escaping the counter-blow.

After a few minutes of this it was clear Staci was getting pissed - her face was turning bright red both with rage and exertion as she started chasing a dancing Marcy across the ring. I tried to tell my partner to keep cool, plan her attack, but when Staci walked into a big right hook to the face I knew I had to get her out of there. Despite Marcy's small size, she had popped her hips and got her whole body into the hit, and Staci was stunned, standing there dumbly long enough for Marcy to rip a left-right combination into Staci's face and body. The second to last hit was a straight left to Staci's stomach, causing my girl to wince long enough for Marcy to blast her with an uppercut that started around her knees and exploded under my girl's chin.

Staci went back like a felled tree, her body smacking into the mat as Carol came over to count. Marcy expertly stripped Staci's trunks off, kicking them out of the ring as Staci stirred. My girl made it to her feet by four, shaking her head angrily as I called for a tag. She backed into our corner and I reached out to tap her sweaty back with my glove.

Marcy backed off as I came into the ring, wary of getting double-teamed. Given her freshness and speed, I didn't think this would work anyway, and I didn't bother trying to trap her as Staci climbed out of the ring to catch her breath.

I squared off with Marcy, having come up with a Plan B: If I could work her into one of the neutral corners, she'd have nowhere to go; her expert footwork and nimbleness were her main advantages, and if I could remove those and bring my greater reach and power into play, she'd be finished. Of course, like Plan A, this was easier said than done. Marcy figured out what I was trying to do almost immediately and kept trying to get around me as I started slowly forcing her back. She started mixing in feints and quick jabs and I was quickly sweating heavily as I kept methodically driving her back. I think Marcy became a little desperate as she kept retreating, trying to back me off with punches. I ate hit after unanswered hit, trying to ignore the stinging pain, concentrating on keeping her from escaping, even as she started me bleeding from the nose and her stomach punches made me pant harder and harder trying to get air into my lungs.

It became a contest to see if I could get Marcy into the corner before she escaped, either by going around me or doing enough damage to stun me. I won, barely, finding the breath to laugh in victory and relief as Marcy's back hit the ringpost. I took a stiff straight punch to the stomach as I came in for the kill, but I got in range and started unloading on her. My strength quickly began to tell as I rocked Marcy with punch after punch. No matter where she put her gloves I had a target - head if she dropped her hands low, tummy if she raised them high, hooks around her guard if she tried to cover everything. I have to give Marcy credit that when she realized she couldn't block all my punches she went toe to toe with me, but with my height and weight advantage it was just a matter of time until I beat her down.

Before I could score the knockdown Marcy staggered back against the ringpost, slumping so her arms were resting across the top-middle ropes. I stepped in and used her head like a speedbag, slamming it back and forth with hit after unanswered hit. I could dimly hear Staci cheering me on as I pounded the fight out of Marcy. Her chin came to rest on her chest, a big string of drool oozing out.

I briefly thought about fucking her mouth - I'd been in enough matches that I knew Carol wouldn't stop me - but I decided to save my strength to deal with Shannon. I reached down and got my gloves under Marcy's arms, pulling her up off the ropes, then turning and slamming her to the mat on her back. I didn't bother pulling off her trunks as Carol came over to count. Marcy didn't even open her eyes by ten, and Carol took my right hand and held it over my head. Staci cheered and whistled as I put my boot on Marcy's face.

I'd momentarily forgotten about Sharon; I was so caught up in my victory that it slipped my mind we still had a active opponent. Sharon came rushing out of her corner with a scream, and I turned just in time to eat a hard right to the mouth. I went down, stunned, and Sharon shoved Carol away when she tried to start counting. Woozy, I tried to get up, but I'd only made it to one knee when Sharon laid me out flat on my back with a massive right hook. Carol finally managed to push Sharon away and began the count. By four I was able to start getting up and I was back on my feet by nine. Carol waved us together and I came at Sharon warily.

For the first time in quite a while I found myself simply outmatched - Sharon was in beast mode. I had assumed that Sharon's bulk would slow her down, and while this was true to a certain extent, her experience and power made up the difference; I found myself blocking six punches in a row, Sharon shrugging off my counter hits, then getting slammed with the seventh, the force behind it leaving me open for Sharon to step in and land hammer blows until I could cover up and gain some space by retreating. I tried to back her up and landed a beautiful left in the middle of her face, but she ate the hit and bent me over with a counter punch that landed square in the middle of the waistband on my trunks. She came in for a clinch, my face getting buried between her sweaty tits as she squeezed me. Carol eventually made her break and backed us off; Staci called for a tag and I started backing up towards my corner. Sharon cut me off, and I found myself wondering if this was what Marcy had felt like earlier in the match as my opponent closed in to press her attack. I realized this wasn't going to end well and risked turning my back on her, trying to make a run for my corner. I got three steps before a persuing Sharon lunged, tackling me with her arms around my stomach. We both went down on the mat, me on the bottom. Sharon started slamming punches into my temples until Carol pulled her off. I managed to roll onto my back in a daze as Sharon came up and slid my shorts down. This delayed Carol counting long enough for me to be saved from a KO, but I knew I had to get the hell out of there, and soon. I hoped from Sharon's sheer size that she couldn't keep this up for long; if I could get to Staci and just have a little bit of time to recover I was sure we could wear her down.

Of course, Sharon smelled my weakness and had no intention of letting me get away. She stalked me around the ring like a predator waiting for the kill, always keeping herself between me and a frantic Staci, who had her arm stretched out as far as she could over the top rope, begging for a tag.

I decided it was now or never and charged Sharon. This was a mistake as she threw a straight right into my face that almost took my head off. My own momentum added a lot of power to this punch and I think I blacked out for a second; my next memory is staring up at the lights as Sharon loomed over me. In slow motion she straddled my midsection, then dropped straight down. She smashed her considerable weight right on my stomach, snapping me back to my senses. I wanted to scream, but I could only manage a gasp at the impact, her ass driving the air out of me. Carol gave Sharon a warning that went ignored. Sharon walked up to my head, blocking out the ring lights as she slowly lowered her pussy onto my face.

Even though her silk trunks her musk was overwhelming. Despite myself I felt my cock stirring. I could barely hear Staci screaming at me to get up through Sharon's thick thighs. I pressed weakly against Sharon with my gloves. It was up to me to escape; Carol wouldn't count me out as long as Sharon was on top of me, but she also wouldn't make any move to come to my rescue. I tried to take a breath, summoning my strength for an effort to dislodge Sharon, when she leaned down and took my cock into her mouth.

I groaned into Sharon's crotch as she held my dick between her lips. She slid her head down, slowly, deepthroating me, paralyzing me as she took every inch. She rested there for a second then moved her head up, until only the tip was still in her mouth, her tongue flicking against it. Any thought of fighting back was gone as she started another downstroke. Her long hair fell against my inner thighs as she bottomed out. Her warm, heavy body pressed against me as she kept blowing me, slowly picking up speed. Staci was still yelling at me, but it was no good - I broke under Sharon's assault, helpless against her expert lips and tongue. Each stroke picked up speed until her head was bobbing up and down on my cock. My body had gone limp and I knew I'd lost, breathing in her scent as she blew me. She sensed that I was about to cum - maybe she heard my moaning between her legs, I'm not sure - and pulled off just before I went over the edge. I managed a gasp of relief before I felt her fit her glove around my cock and with a few rough strokes she gloved me to a finish. I helplessly shot my load into the air, bucking weakly as the proof of my defeat spurted out, coating her glove, my stomach, and my cock in sticky cum.

Only after she was satisfied that there was nothing left to wring out did Sharon stand up and let Carol count me out. Even after the ten count and Sharon stopping to pose with her foot on my chest I needed Carol's help to get up and leave the ring. Staci shot me a death glare as she climbed between the ropes to face Sharon.

Sharon still had my cum on her right glove as she closed with my girl. Staci threw a beautiful opening jab that Shannon ignored with a grunt, counter-punching with a too-slow right hook that Staci weaved around.

It looked like Staci's plan was to run rings around Sharon; She would dart in, unload a few punches, and escape Sharon's counters. This was a good plan, but Staci didn't quite have enough experience to make it work; she managed to get her own punches in, but she didn't always escape unscathed, and Sharon's heavy blows looked to be taking much more of a toll than Staci's quicker and lighter, if much more numerous, jabs. Staci seemed to be tiring herself out quickly, while Sharon while Sharon seemed able to suck up the punishment my girl was dishing out without getting too hurt. I had a brief moment of hope as Staci buried her right glove in Sharon's left breast, drawing a bellow of pain from the big black girl. This was short-lived as Sharon almost took Staci's head off with a return right, knocking her down to the mat. Sharon repeated her earlier trick of dropping all her weight on her prone opponent, knocking the air out of Staci. Instead of getting up Sharon remained seated on my girlfriend's stomach, smacking her head left and right with punches. Carol came over and made her get up, but the damage was done - Staci barely limped to her feet by a very slow nine count. Carol asked if she wanted to continue and Staci nodded yes. Carol waved the fighters together and Sharon shrugged off some weak jabs, powering through and stunning Staci with a huge right that landed flush on my girlfriend's jaw. Staci stumbled backwards, which wasn't enough to save her from Sharon following, throwing a combo that ended with a finishing right into her stomach. Staci covered her gut, gagging and barely managing to avoid going down by bending over. Of course, this just left her open for a slow, aimed uppercut that would have put any fighter I've ever seen down. Staci went backwards into the mat, seemingly out cold. Sharon pulled her trunks off, then before Carol could start counting, hooked her gloves under Staci's arms and dragged her over to one of the corners. Sharon lifted her up - no easy feat, since she wasn't able to grip my girlfriend with her boxing gloves on - then hung her arms over the top rope. She spread Staci's legs far apart and hooked them over the middle-bottom rope, leaving my moaning girlfriend helpless in the corner. Sharon came in and kissed her, then started licking and sucking her tits. Staci managed a moan, but no more than this; I didn't even bother pleading with her to fight back as I could tell she was done. Sharon got on her knees and moved her head between Staci's thighs, blocking my view - although it wasn't any great mystery what she was doing as Staci's low moans started turning into panting sighs of pleasure. I got rock hard again watching the show - Staci held out for a little while, but inevitably she succumbed to Sharon's lips and tongue, her cries of pleasure mounting until she was wailing in climax. After she came Sharon simply unhooked her from the ropes, and Staci collapsed in a heap. She was quickly counted out to make our loss official.

Carol called me over to where Staci was laying; we had to work together to drag her to the center of the ring. It was time to face our punishment. Sharon shucked her trunks and plopped her crotch on my girlfriend's face as Marcy lead me over to one of the corners. Without a word she forced me down on my back, pushing the back of my head into the bottom turnbuckle. She pulled off her gloves and stepped out of her trunks, then straddled my face, gripping the second ropes for balance. She pressed her pussy into my face, grinding it against my nose and mouth. I settled in for a long ride, but having proved her point she back off, letting me get my tongue out before positioning her crotch right in front of my face. I leaned forward and went at her pussy with gusto, pushing my head into her crotch. One of her hands grabbed my short hair, holding on for dear life as I ate her out. I reached up, pulling her body closer to me as my tongue ran up and down her slit, then pushed into it with a big zig-zag motion. "Ohhhh, fuck!" Marcy yelled. "Oh, fuck - fuck - fuck! Don't you fuckin stop -" her panted commands turned into a long, high moan as she came, almost falling off me as I kept licking her pussy.

With a contented sigh Marcy slid off me, taking a few deep breaths. "Fuck," she mumbled. "Don't move." She straddled my crotch, sitting down on my thighs as she gave my hard cock a few testing strokes. She lifted herself up, holding my dick as I braced for what was coming next. She lowered herself with a moan and just sat there for a second, looking down at me. Then she started fucking me, her small hips making quick up and down strokes. "Don't you fuckin cum," she growled. I tried not to, gazing at the overhead lights. I was very grateful for Carol's training as I clenched my teeth. Marcy wasn't making it easy, bucking and groaning over me, her pussy squeezing tighter as she got closer to her own climax. I barely held on, Marcy cumming hard and almost pushing me over the edge. I managed a sigh of relief as she sat still on my cock, both of us covered in sweat and panting. Marcy lifted off, checking my dick and grunting in approval that I'd managed to follow her order.

Marcy pulled me up and marched me to the center of the ring - I found myself face to face with Staci. Marcy pushed me down to all fours and Sharon, now wearing a eight-inch strapon, pushed Staci down as well so we were face to face.

"Contest time," Sharon announced. "Whoever comes first, you're gonna be our bitch the whole night. Other one - " she gave Staci's ass a hard slap - "you get to go home."  With that she pushed the strapon into Staci's pussy, my girlfriend closing her eyes and biting her lip as Sharon started fucking me.

Marcy had gone behind me and reached between my legs, milking me roughly with both hands. "You like that shit?" she yelled. "Only way you're ever gonna cum again - ass up in the air like a bitch!" I just moaned into my girlfriend's face. Between my victorious opponent's earlier fucking and her quick, small hands flying up and down my shaft I knew I wasn't going to last long. Marcy kept trash talking me while Sharon taunted Staci. I held out as long as I could, but it wasn't long enough; Marcy laughed in triumph as I came, not letting off as I emptied my balls onto the mat.

Sharon finished fucking Staci, then slapped her hard on the ass. Staci tried to give me a hug, but Sharon shoved her away towards the locker room. Staci managed to mouth "I love you" before she had to turn and leave me to my fate.
I just groaned as my tormentors came in to continue using me for their pleasure. Marcy held my arms down (not that I had any energy to even try and resist) as Sharon came in and fucked my mouth with the strapon, still dripping with Staci's juices. When they got tired of this Marcy sat on my face, pinching and pulling my nipples as Sharon stroked my cock back to life with her strong hands, then got on top of me and started fucking me cowgirl style. I lay there helpless as she rode me, her pussy squeezing my cock with each short stroke. The pain Marcy was inflicting on my nips and having cum twice helped me hold out for a while, but Sharon wasn't to be denied, and she coaxed another load out of me, continuing to fuck me mercilessly as I came, bucking helplessly against her hips as I spurted a painful third load.

Both black girls climbed off me. I was beyond done and looked pleadingly at Carol; she just shook her head. Sharon and Marcy held a brief conference to decide what to do with me:

"Do you want to use that on his ass?" Marcy asked, idly stroking Sharon's strapon. Sharon gave me a hard look - "Let's see if he can earn his way outta that." Sharon and Marcy walked over to me as I got to my knees. Marcy turned her back to me, with Sharon getting on her knees behind me. She leaned forward, her strong hands grabbing my half-hard cock. "Eat her ass," she breathed in my ear. "If you don't do a good job - " she moved her hips and the tip of the strapon brushed against my asshole. I didn't need to be told twice and buried my face between Marcy's sweaty buttcheecks. I heard her moan as my tongue rimmed her asshole. Marcy started playing with herself as I tossed her salad, with Sharon still behind me pressing her huge tits into my back and playing with my cock and balls. My tongue was very sore by the time I finished getting Marcy off; she looked as spent as I felt after another climax. I was ready to pass out, my fatigue overpowering my hormones - no small feat at my age. To my unspeakable relief it looked like my opponents were running out of ways to humiliate me; my cock was still hard from Sharon playing with it, but I felt like I'd be shooting dust if they made me cum again. Instead they lay me down on the mat so they could pose for photos, both of them taking turns sitting on my face and flexing, then shots of them with a foot planted on my face or chest; Sharon got a glamour shot of herself eye-fucking the camera while her strapon was planted in my mouth, and Marcy got some shots of herself giving me a all too real spanking.

Finally they were done with me - Carol helped me to the back to shower (I couldn't even lift my arms to shampoo my hair; Carol had to strip down and get under the water with me to wash my beaten body.)

I didn't make it home until after midnight to a very worried Staci - I just wanted to collapse into bed, and despite me telling her there was nothing she could have done she wanted to stay up and spoon. I ended up drifting off around 1 am to some very strange dreams.

Scott's Tag Boxing Adventure Chapter 4

We took two weeks off to recover after our last match, which felt like much longer - Staci and I were both getting so far into the boxing scene that it was almost all we could think about outside of our college classes; my grades started slipping as I ignored my homework to work out, train (both regular boxing and Carol's orgasm training), and study pictures and videos, both our own old fights and films that Carol gave us to watch.

I was pretty confident going into our next fight; we were going to face a team of military wives, two deeply tanned bottle blondes named Arlene and Star, calling themselves Army Strong - complete with digital camouflage gloves, trunks and boots. Arlene was about five eight and 150 pounds with cute little boobs and almost no butt. Her dark blonde hair was tied in a long, thick braid that reached down almost to her waistband She had a pretty oval face, deep-set dark eyes with plump lips. From watching some videos, I knew that she was a quick fighter, relying on her speed and reach to work her opponents down.

Her partner Star, smaller at five four and 140 pounds, had her platinum hair up in a big ponytail. She had a heart-shaped face with small features - close-set brown eyes, a button nose, and a little heart-shaped mouth.  She was curvier than her partner with bigger boobs and hips, but her shorter height limited her reach. Like her partner she relied on the long game, wearing opponents down, using nimble footwork and dirty tricks, with her favorite tactic looking to be getting right up with her opponent, sticking to them until they couldn't defend themselves.

The night of the bout came and Star came out to fight first for her team. Staci had asked to start the match for us - I couldn't say no and so Staci went to the center of the ring to square off with Star.

As they closed to start the match Staci threw a quick left jab. Star went under it and slammed her right glove between Staci's legs, setting the record for the quickest foul I'd ever seen in a fight. Carol didn't even blink and a stunned Staci ate a combo to the body that had her backing up. I could tell she was running on autopilot as she struggled to fend off Star's attack, taking hits to her stomach and head. Staci got backed into the ropes and Star landed a power punch in my girlfriend's stomach that bent her over. Star straightened her out with a uppercut that snapped Staci's head back, and she fell against the ropes. Carol called for a break and made Star back off. I called for a tag - Staci needed a breather and I hoped if she could just clear her head she'd be able to recover; I didn't want her to go up against Star in her current state and take more punishment.

Staci came over to our corner, a wary Star keeping her distance. My girlfriend made a reluctant tag and I stepped between the ropes. Star looked over her shoulder at her partner, but decided against tagging and came out to meet me in the middle of the ring.

It didn't take a boxing genius to guess what Star was going to try with me. She did try to fake me out with some jabs at my face, but I kept my guard low and sure enough she darted forward, her right glove arcing down like a cock-seeking missile.

Unfortunately for her she had fallen into my trap, walking into a straight right to the face. Her legs went out from under her and she fell backwards onto the mat with a yelp of surprise. I congratulated myself on scoring a knockdown in under two minutes - although I'm not sure it counted for much as Star hopped back to her feet before Carol could even start counting. My opponent's flushing face cued me off that I might be able to goad her into making a mistake. I waved her on with my gloves and she attacked. I was experienced enough now that even the small slip in Star's technique was enough for me to punish her, waiting for my moment and then lunging forward, my right glove shooting into her stomach. I sunk in deep and I heard Star gasp with the impact. She dropped her hands and I turned her head with a wicked left hook. Star stayed standing but her eyes had glazed over. I threw an uppercut that hit her left breast, sending it so high up that it almost hit her chin. A followup punch landed just below her waistband. Star, reeling, tried to back me away with some wild punches, but I pressed the attack, grabbing her head and pulling her down into a headlock with my right arm. I started slamming punches into her face with my right glove. Carol didn't stop me and Star couldn't escape, only able to push against my body weakly with her gloves. I felt her sagging more and more as I had to hold her up and after the twelfth punch I released her.
Star fell down to the mat on her chest with a groan. I pulled her trunks off and tossed them to Staci, then backed off to let Carol count. Star was up on her hands and knees by six and her feet by nine; Carol asked if she wanted to continue as Star looked pretty dazed, one eye swelling and her nose bleeding. She nodded yes, and as soon as Carol waved us together to box Star turned and sprinted into her corner.

As Star made the tag Staci called for me to switch out. I backed into our corner and Staci tagged in. I gave her a quick kiss for luck and got out of the ring as Staci got ready to face off with Arlene.
They squared up and as soon as they started throwing punches I could see what they were both trying to do - Arlene was trying to use her reach to keep Staci at arm's length, and Staci was trying to use her speed to close up and punish her opponent. Arlene had more success at first, getting a couple unanswered jabs, including a nasty tit-punch that had my girlfriend trying to choke down a shriek of pain. But after a minute or two Staci managed to get under Arlene's guard and got her own tit punch, a hard right that smacked Arlene's left breast into her ribcage. Arlene covered up and tried to retreat to catch her breath, but Staci stuck to her, throwing punches so quick Arlene couldn't counter. Unfortunately Arlene was backing up towards her own corner - if she could tag Star, they could double-team Staci for 60 seconds.

The flipside, of course, is that Star could barely stand - she'd only been recovering for a few minutes and was hanging on the top rope for support. Without the double-team Star would stand no chance, and Staci smartly eliminated this possibility by backing away from her opponent into the middle of the ring. 

A brief argument ensued between the two members of Army Strong - it looked like Arlene was asking for a tag, and an exhausted Star shook her head no. Carol went over and told them one of them would have to come out and box unless they wanted to forfeit the match.

A furious Arlene charged out of the corner throwing haymakers at my girlfriend. Staci had enough experience to give ground and wait for her chance, which came quickly as Arlene heaved a huge right overhand bomb. Staci got in under her guard with a right hook that landed in her opponent's solar plexus. Arlene's eyes went wide, her mouth open in a little O of surprise. Staci pounced, unleashing a head combo, her gloved fists smacking into Arlene's head like it was a speedbag. She popped her hips with the last hit, a crushing right hook to the jaw that put Arlene down on her back.

Carol came over to count and Staci took the opportunity to walk around so that she was between Arlene and her corner; My partner didn't want her prey getting away like Star had.

At six Arlene was on her feet shaking her head. Carol waved the fighters together and it looked like Arlene was still a little dazed; she made an effort to get around Staci and into her corner, but she ate a straight left to the mouth that left her stunned. Staci started working her opponent back into our corner, fighting off Arlene's increasingly frantic attempts to get through or around her. Staci had to take a few hits, including one nasty-looking jab that sent her left tit flying, but she just grimaced and powered through. Her gambit paid off as Arlene was forced into our corner. Staci reached over her opponent's shoulder to tag me and we had a 60 count to punish our trapped opponent.

This was our first double-team; we'd discussed what to do when we managed to isolate someone like this. Staci had talked me into trying to knock them out the old fashioned way instead of trying to make them cum (her argument being that this was a more advanced technique). That meant that Arlene was in for a beating. I quickly wrapped her arms up in a full nelson and Staci went to town.

Her first target was Arlene's pussy, which got five hard punches, each one drawing a scream. Staci started marching her gloves up with each hit - Arlene's stomach got tenderized, then her tits were beaten until they started bruising, and finally her face was hit with hook after hook.

By the time Carol counted 60 Arlene wasn't able to stand up. I released her arms and gave her a gentle shove and she gracelessly fell flat on her face just a single step out of our corner. Staci had tagged me, so I got into the ring as my partner exited. Carol had come over to count, but before she could start Staci called for another tag. I obliged and Carol backed off - she was going to let us do another 60 seconds of double-teaming before she counted.

We didn't really need it - Arlene was barely awake, shakily trying to get on her hands and knees, groaning. At Staci's direction I pushed Arlene into the corner, manhandling her into a kneeling position. Staci got her knees outside the ring and put her arms through the ropes, pulling Arlene's arms back so she couldn't move. I slid my trunks off and walked up to Arlene, who must have known what was coming as I lined my cock up with her mouth. I cradled her face between my gloves, keeping her still as I pressed the head of my dick against her lips. It slipped in and I moaned at the warm, wet pressure. Arlene stared up at me as I started fucking her mouth, and after a few thrusts Staci started egging me on, offering encouragement as Arlene gagged and drooled around my rod.
I wanted to time it so that I'd cum at Carol's count of 59 - of course Carol was counting even slower than usual, so I had almost two minutes. I did slow thrusts, savoring the sensation. I had nothing against Arlene, but I didn't doubt she'd do the same to me if she could (well, as much as any woman could). After Carol got to 30 I closed my eyes, starting to move a little faster. I grunted each time I moved my hips, starting to pick up speed as Carol kept counting. At fifty I was really hammering the strokes home. Carol called 59 and I shot into Arlene's mouth, cumming down her throat as she struggled to swallow my load.

By 60 I had finished and popped out of a gagging Arlene's mouth. Staci released her and I dragged a groaning Arlene to the center of the ring and laid her out on her back. Carol came over and counted ten. I raised my glove in triumph and took a quick victory lap as Carol helped Arlene to her feet and out of the ring.

Staci called for a tag, figuring (probably correctly) that I'd need a bit to recover. Star had been resting up the whole time we'd been destroying her partner, so I loped over to our corner and made the tag. Staci got between the ropes and squared up with her opponent.

It turned out I didn't have much to worry about - Star had recovered pretty well, but Staci was wise to her tricks, and it went badly for our opponent right from the first punch, a quick jab from Staci that opened up Star's defenses. I started getting hard again watching Staci work Star over; the blonde was clearly out of her league, backing up under a hail of Staci's hard hits until she ran out of room and hit the ropes. She was soon hanging on to them for life as Staci landed punch after un-answered punch. Staci started working over Star's tits, sometimes sending them side to side with hooks, then flattening them against the ribs with straights, then smacking them up into the air with uppercuts. Whenever Star tried to cover her tits, Staci would either hit her below the belt, or throw hooks into her ribs; as soon as Star flinched or moved her hands Staci would go back to punishing her chest. Star's tits started swelling and bruising under the beating. When it was clear that Star couldn't stand up under her own power, Carol came over to tell Staci she either needed to finish the fight now or Carol would call it in our favor. A fuming Staci said she'd finish the match and Carol helped a reeling Star off the ropes. Star managed to barely get her gloves up into a ragged guard before Staci came in, putting all of her power into a huge uppercut. It landed right under Star's chin, sending her head flying back with the impact. Star crashed to the mat in a heap. 

Star lay flat for the ten count, and just like that we'd won! We took a quick victory lap, then turned to our chastened opponents. It looked like Staci still wanted to teach Star a lesson - this was fine with me; I'd already gotten off on Arlene, who was ordered out of the ring. She gave Star a quick look over her shoulder and then went to the back.

That left us with Star, whose look of defiant bravado couldn't quite cover how obviously scared she was. We got her on all fours and Staci gave her a good spanking while I fucked her mouth. I went super slow - I wanted to last for more fun later, and the point of this was more to humiliate her. I took very short strokes, only coming a few inches back before pushing forward again. Star moaned unhappily around my dick as Staci turned her ass red.

After the spanking we laid her down flat on her back. Staci sat on her face (her back to Star's feet) and I went between her legs. I'd really enjoyed our double-team on Joy from our first tag match, and we had Star in just about the same position as I lifted her thighs up, resting them on my shoulders. Star let out a long, deep sigh as I pushed into her. Then Staci lowered her hips, pressing her pussy against Star's face, and I started fucking our beaten opponent with gusto.

Staci was facing away from me, but I could still see her grabbing Star's dyed blonde hair and using it to pull her beaten opponent's face farther between her legs. For myself I started with a nice, slow pace, really wanting to feel every stroke as I fucked Star. I had to remind myself that I wasn't fucking my girlfriend, and I didn't really care about Star's pleasure; if she got off on this great, if not, well, she should have won the match. With that I picked up the pace a little bit, giving her quick, long thrusts. I could tell from Staci's panting moans she was enjoying herself; I had a brief thought about matching up our orgasms, but that was just a bit beyond our current skill (I made a note to try and practice this). As it is I outlasted Staci, who rode Star's face to a massive orgasm, then fell off the defeated blonde in a contented heap.

I didn't last too much longer - feeling it coming on, I started jackhammering Star. Staci blew me a kiss as she must have known the look on my face. I came, shooting my load deep into Star, feeling her pussy squeeze around my cock. I don't know if she did this trying to get me to finish quicker, or to try and squeeze it out, or just as an involuntary reaction, but it made my climax even more intense. By the time I finished and pulled out I could barely keep vertical.

This was more than Star could claim as she was left laying flat on her back, her face covered in Staci's juices, my jizz dribbling out of her cunt. Carol got a few pictures of us posing over her and we chalked up another victory.

Scott's Tag Boxing Adventure Chapter 3

We were still recovering from our last match when Carol passed a new challenge on to us - my ex-girlfriend Tatiana and her new boyfriend Greg. I was shocked that my ex was into the boxing scene, and even more shocked when Carol sent over some pictures - she must have lost 100 pounds from when I'd dated her, and was "Fatty Tati" no longer. She'd come down from 240 pounds to a very lean 140, which looked great on her 5'6" frame (except for her tits, which had shrunk from 40DDD down to a very modest B, and her face, which had gone from a very girlish roundness to a slightly harsher longness). She'd also cut her super long brown hair from butt length up to mid-back. Despite all these changes, some things were exactly the same - her large, deep-set brown eyes looked just as I remembered, and her weight loss hadn't changed her plump lips.

I guess Staci couldn't help but notice how stunned I was and started pumping me for information. There's not really much to tell - Tatiana was my first girlfriend; we'd lost our virginity to each other, and broken up over dumb teenager stuff. I didn't hold any particular grudge against her, although since I'd been the one to dump her, she might be angry with me. I wasn't sure this was a great idea, but Staci talked me into accepting the fight, and it ended up being scheduled for Valentine's Day. Looking over the pictures I noticed that our opponents had the same colors, Tatiana sporting baby-blue trunks, gloves, and boots edged with white, and Greg wearing deep red gear likewise edged with white. We went over strategy and Staci came up with a simple plan for the match - she'd take care of Greg and leave Tatiana to me.

When the night of the bout rolled around I was even more nervous than usual. Staci had a faraway look on her face, and we didn't even indulge in our usual pre-match kiss. It was very strange facing my ex across the ring - any hope that she wasn't furious with me melted away as she shot daggers at me out of her eyes (not literally, although that would have been wicked). I couldn't meet her gaze and instead took in her partner - he was even taller in real life than he looked in the pictures, at least 6'3", but not too intimidating as he's very weedy, maybe 160 pounds. I got the sense that he was just along for the ride as he was wearing a look of disinterest.

I was starting for us, and Tatiana came out first for the other team. Carol had us meet in the center of the ring before ringing the bell; I offered to touch gloves with my ex but she just kept giving me that death glare before coldly turning on her heel and going back to her corner.
I went back to mine waiting for the bell, coming out of the corner with my guard up when Carol rang it to start the match. I faced off with Tatiana and my ex surprised me with her aggression right from the start; I'm used to my opponents taking a bit more of a cautious approach, feeling me out with jabs, but Tatiana just came straight at me throwing quick hooks. Unfortunately I couldn't cover everywhere at once - Tatiana wasn't sparing the low blows, and with only two hands I couldn't guard my head, chest, stomach, and crotch. Under her assault I found myself backing up almost immediately. Even giving up ground, my opponent was able to find gaps in my guard with her punches; her hits were more fast than strong, but even so they had enough power to keep me from being able to look for a chance to counter-punch, and I was in trouble right away as she backed me into the ropes. With nowhere left to go I started taking more hits, and before I could come up with a counter strategy my ex set me up with a quick jab combo to the face that left me stunned, unable to stop her slower, more powerful hook into my stomach. I lurched forward, desperately clinching Tatiana. She clinched back, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her small, hard nipples into my bare chest. I was grateful for the chance to recover, but before I could take more than one or two breaths my opponent kissed me. I gagged in surprise as her tongue slid between my lips. At the same time she pushed me back, french kissing me while she pressed my body against the ropes. I was dazed and Tatiana surprised me with a hard punch to my stomach, then kept laying hits into my midsection while still kissing me. I hung off the ropes, helpless against her assault until she finally broke the kiss and slammed a right hook into my face. I slid down the ropes, slowly, coming to rest on the mat looking up at my opponent towering over me.

Carol came over to count, but Tatiana waved her off, leaning down and stripping off my trunks. She smirked at my hardon, fitting it into the hole in her glove. She started stroking my cock with quick, long movements, I think just trying to weaken me. Staci yelled at me to fight back and I found the strength to push my opponent away. Carol came in and made Tatiana back off as I got to my feet, giving me a long count as I took in several big breaths. Staci called for a tag, and I reluctantly backed towards my corner; I hadn't laid a single hit on my opponent and wanted a chance to try again, but Staci's commanding tone left no doubt that I'd better do as she said. Tatiana let me go, moving to the center of the ring out of double-team range as I tagged in Staci.

My ex made to advance on my girlfriend, but Greg called for a tag from the corner, pleading with her to stick to the plan. With a snarl my ex turned away from my girlfriend and went to her corner to make the tag.

Greg came loping out of the enemy corner and the fighters squared off. I was a little worried as Staci was giving up eight inches of height to her opponent; sure enough it looked like his plan was to use his reach to keep her at bay. Staci tried to close in on him and managed to get right up to him, at the cost of eating several hits, including one right straight that landed flush on her face. Staci got close enough to Greg to start pummeling him with short, sharp hits; Greg tried to back her off, but at short range she seemed to have a slight advantage. Greg's slow, powerful punches were clearly taking a toll on her, but she was landing three or four hits in return. As they pounded away at each other Staci's nose started bleeding, but shorty after she scored the first knockdown of the fight, working Greg's body with repeated hooks, finishing with a short uppercut that exploded in Greg's stomach. He went down on his side, groaning and covering the spot where he'd been hit with his gloves. Staci wasted no time quickly pulling his trunks down, tossing them to me. She rolled Greg over onto his back, sitting down on his chest facing his feet. In return for my ex gloving me, Staci fit Greg's thick cock into the hole in her gloves, jerking him off with furious speed.

Greg didn't seem to be in a hurry to stop my girlfriend until Tatiana started screaming at him to get up. Greg slowly reached up and pushed a frustrated Staci off him. Carol made her back off, giving Greg a chance to get up while she counted. He made it to his feet by five and Carol gave him a standing eight count before waving the fighters back together.

Once again Staci had to absorb some punishment to get close enough to her opponent to land her own hits; her face was starting to bruise up a little bit, but she got past his guard. Instead of laying in her own punches this time, she went for a clinch, wrapping her left arm around her opponent's torso, her right glove dropping to his crotch as she started another glovejob. Greg seemed frozen; even his girlfriend screaming at him didn't seem to stir him this time. Not taking any chances, Staci lowered her shoulder, pressing it into his stomach, taking them both down to the mat. Greg ended up on his back with Staci between his legs, still working his cock with her glove. Greg seemed a little stunned from the fall, but after a minute he started stirring, struggling with Staci as he tried to push her glove away and she fought to keep it on his dick. Greg won that contest as he finally got her glove off, and in desperation Stacy leaned down and grabbed for his shaft with her mouth. Greg froze, eyes wide, as she locked her lips around his cock. Staci quickly started deepthroated him, her head flying up and down his rod. Greg laid back with a moan and this time all the screaming from his girlfriend was useless. I cheered Staci on, knowing that once Greg came he'd be out of the fight. Unfortunately my celebration was a little premature; Greg leaned back up after a minute and lined up a punch, his right glove smashing into Staci's temple. His cock flopped out of her mouth as Staci rolled off him, stunned.

Both fighters were slow to get up; Staci was still dazed from the hit to her temple, and Greg looked like he was about to blow his load. I knew the next move would probably determine which fighter would come out victorious and held my breath as they faced off. Greg aimed a quick, long left at Staci's head; she ducked and darted in, going to one knee, wrapping her lips around her opponent's rod. Greg froze for just a second, long enough for Staci to loop her arms behind his knees, pulling his legs out from under him and dumping him on the mat on his back. Staci kept her lips locked around his dick as he fell and continued blowing him as a desperate Greg reached down with his gloves and tried to push her head away. Grunting with frustration Staci had to come off his cock, firing a parting shot into his stomach with her right glove. Greg groaned and covered his midsection as Staci quickly slid up, lining her opponent's throbbing penis up with her crotch. Greg looked up too late to save himself as she slid down his shaft, both fighters moaning as she bottomed out on his cock.

This was it for Greg; he was already pretty worked up from Staci's glove and mouth, and she quickly finished him with her pussy, her hips flying as she rode him. Greg lasted maybe ten seconds before he started cumming, his victorious opponent laughing a throaty laugh of victory as Greg came into her, moaning and writhing under her as she kept slamfucking him. Spent, Greg lay flat on his back, his gloves weakly trying to grab Staci's hips as she finished him.

By the time she climbed off him, Carol could have counted to a million; he was done. Staci went for one last move, capping Greg's defeat off in style with the classic creampie facesit, pressing her cummy pussy into Greg's face briefly before climbing off and letting Carol count the defeated fighter out.

Staci was raring to go as a furious Tatiana got between the ropes, but I called her back for a tag; I could see she was riding an adrenaline high, and I didn't want her in the ring with our remaining opponent when it wore off. Staci came over to tag as Carol and Tatiana dragged Greg out of the ring, depositing him on one of the cheap wooden ringside benches.

As I stepped between the ropes to face my ex again, I was focused on doing better; I was very embarrassed at how she'd dominated me to start and vowed that wouldn't happen again.

Of course I immediately got in trouble as Tatiana faked me out, making a move towards my bobbing cock that brought my hands down, then slamming a left hook into my jaw. I reeled backwards and she followed me, knocking my guard aside and slamming hits into my stomach, sore from her punches earlier in the match. I fought through the pain, managing to back her off with a quick left aimed at her head, but she came right back in, leading with a right aimed at my gut. I took this on my gloves, leaving her out of position just long enough to slam a punch into her left breast.

Tatiana screamed as my glove pancaked her small tit into her ribs, drawing her hands up on instinct. I slipped a followup left into her unguarded stomach, making her gag, leaving her open for me to ring her up with a combo of hooks to the head, snapping her jaw left and right as my punches landed, finishing with a quick uppercut under her chin. I hoped this would put her down, but she managed to stay standing, albeit only by taking a few stumbling steps back. Smelling blood I pounced, launching an uppercut into her stomach that left her gagging. Staci cheering me on was music to my ears as I slammed a right into the side of my ex's head. She clinched me frantically, but I knew if I let her stay clinched she'd have some dirty move planned and quickly pushed her away. This gave her enough time to get her gloves back up and we circled for a second. I struck first, closing and aiming a punch at her head, but I guess I was getting a little greedy; Tatiana took this on her gloves and I was left with my guard down. She threw a quick left into my stomach, right into the newly-forming bruise there, and I winced for a second, just long enough for her to smash her right glove into my face with crushing force.

I went down hard, the back of my head smacking into the mat for good measure. I was stunned by how quickly the momentum had turned. I looked up an watched in horror as Tatiana had jumped in the air, and before I could even clench my abs she landed on me, slamming her ass into my stomach. All the air was knocked out of me with this blow; Tatiana tried to pin my wrists by my side with her legs, and I found myself frantically struggling to stop her. Staci screaming at Carol: "Hey, this is boxing, not wrestling! Ref, get her off him!" Carol went over to argue with my girlfriend as I grappled with my ex. I couldn't get her off me, but I was able to prevent her from trapping my arms; when she saw this wasn't going to work Tatiana drew her right arm back for a punch aimed at my face. I frantically threw a panicked, weak jab at her chest, smacking her left tit sideways in a shower of sweat. This was enough to stop her punch, as instead she leaned down and started sucking on my neck. I tried to push her off as she painful started giving me a hickey, but she was pressing her body down against mine and I couldn't get enough power into my arms.

By now Carol had come back. I looked at her pleadingly, but she just shook her head, standing next to us with her hands on her hips, waiting to count until Tatiana got off - not that my ex showed any indication she was going to do so any time soon. She slid down a little, positioning her body so my hard cock was between her silk-clad thighs, and I knew I was in real trouble as she started moving her hips up and down. Still having her trunks on was probably working to her advantage, and I moaned despite myself as she worked my shaft between her legs. I braced my gloves against her upper body and put as much force as I could against her; I had recovered a little bit and managing to heave her off me in a rather impressive feat of strength if I do say so myself. I immediately started getting up, hoping Carol would back my opponent off, and sure enough the ref got between me and Tatiana, holding my ex back as I slowly got to my feet. Carol gave me a very slow eight count, and by the time she waved us together I had managed to at least catch my breath a bit.

Tatiana opened with a jab aimed at my sore stomach; I caught it on my gloves, but this turned out to be a feint as Tatiana rocked me with a combo to the head, her left and right gloves smacking into my jaw as I helplessly backed up, trying to get out of her range. She followed, and when I aimed a desperate right hook at her face, she came in low with her left, smacking her glove into my bruise. I gagged and covered myself and I was in deep shit again as she landed a uppercut under my chin. I reeled backwards, unable to focus on anything but staying upright, and my opponent followed me, slamming punches into my body. She maneuvered me into one of the neutral corners, effortlessly trapping me as it was all I could do to block her heavier punches. I was soaking up hits and knew I had to make a move to escape; I went for a tit punch, but I was losing speed and my ex caught it on her gloves, moving forward and pressing my body against the ringpost with her own. I was trapped and she went back to sucking on my neck, my arms dropping helplessly to my sides as I felt her glove sliding up my cock.

By now Staci was screaming at me from our corner; I told myself I'd just take a quick minute to recover before launching a counter attack as Tatiana worked her glove up and down my shaft. She was good at this, and I quickly felt myself getting too close for comfort. I put my gloves on her shoulders and pushed, managing to get her off me, her glove coming off my cock - but this left my hands out of position and she slammed a right into my aching stomach. My ex took a step backwards as I collapsed to my knees, holding my gut and gagging. She put her left glove under my chin, tilting my head up so I looked into her eyes; then her right glove slammed into my face.

I ended up on my back, seeing stars. I felt Tatiana moving me; she laid me out so that my head, torso and arms were laying on the mat, my knees hooked over the middle bottom rope, my shins and feet hanging out of the ring. I was hoping Carol would come to my rescue as I saw her walking over, but apparently she just wanted to get an eyeful. Tatiana sat on my face, her musk coming through her silk trunks as she started rubbing her pussy over my nose and mouth. I felt her lips wrapping around my cock with a mixture of pleasure and fear. I put my gloves against her hips and tried to push her off, but I was too weak. I only managed to hold on as Tatiana moved her mouth slowly, in no hurry to finish me. Between her scent, my air being cut off, and the wet, warm pressure of my opponent blowing me, any remaining strength I had was drained out of me. I was sure this was it for me, but Tatiana took me up to the edge and then stopped, just holding my shaft in her mouth. I pathetically tried to move my hips to fuck her mouth, but with my legs hanging off the ropes I could barely manage any movement. If Tatiana's goal was just to humiliate me, she'd pulled it off; all my pride was gone, replaced with nothing but a desire to get off.

I groaned in grief as she pulled off, leaving my spit-covered cock waiving in the breeze. She climbed off me and I took a deep breath. She unhooked my legs, dragging me to the center of the ring, laying me down on my back. She stepped out of her trunks, tossing them over her shoulder without a glance, then squatted over my cock.

I knew what was coming and braced as her pussy enveloped my dick; I barely managed not to cum just from insertion as she slid all the way down with a laugh. She didn't move her hips at first, just clenching and releasing her pussy muscles as I held on for dear life.

"Do you like this, Scott?" She squeezed my dick with her inner walls. "I know you do. Better enjoy it, because this is the last time you'll ever get to feel my pussy." She released, then bore down again, relishing my pathetic moans. "That's right, Scott. Just lay there like a bitch. You've always been a little bitch, and that's all you'll ever be. Isn't that right?" I tried to say no, but it came out more like "nfgmfd". "You're lucky I don't have my strapon right here, or I'd really make you pay. But you know what?" She leaned down until I could feel her warm breath on my face. "After I beat up your fat little whore over there, I'm gonna take you back into the locker room, and I'm going to fuck your ass all night. How's that sound?" Tatiana leaned back up, turning to address Staci, her hips starting to slowly move as she taunted my girlfriend: "You wouldn't believe how hard he is right now. He's going to cum any minute now, and then it's your turn." Staci yelled something in return, but I didn't pick it up; Tatiana wasn't wrong about how close I was getting to cumming, and as Tatiana started fucking me masterfully my ears were full of my own panting and the obscene sound of my opponent working her hips up and down my shaft. My ex turned back to me, her eyes boring into me as she shortened up her strokes, focusing on the tip. "That's right, Scott. I own this cock now, and it's about to cum. Let me feel it - "

I came; Tatiana didn't let up, squeezing and relaxing her pussy as she kept riding me. My hips weakly bucked up as I emptied into her. Tatiana slid all the way down, no doubt relishing my helpless, gurgling moan as she drew a huge load out of me. I kept spurting, my eyes rolling back in my head as an incredibly intense orgasm blew through my body. By the time Tatiana had squeezed as much cum as she could out of my aching shaft, I couldn't move a single muscle. She climbed off me and I resigned myself for her to creampie me with a facesit, but she completely ignored me, going to the center of the ring, motioning for Staci to come fight her even as my cum slid down my ex's legs. Staci didn't need any invitation as she slid through the ropes raring to go.

Normally I'd be pretty excited to see this matchup, but I was so tired and beaten that I was just filled with dread as the two women squared off. At first they seemed evenly matched, going toe to toe and punishing each other with hard hits, but Tatiana started flagging; finishing me off must have taken a fair bit out of her while Staci had been resting up the whole time, and Tatiana's punches started losing steam. Staci had killer instinct and went to town on her opponent, smacking her gloves into my ex wherever there was an opening; Tatiana went from trading punches with Staci to frantically covering up, trying and failing to keep everywhere on her body protected. Staci landed a nasty tit punch that had Tatiana screaming in pain, covering her chest and leaving herself open as Staci went low, launching an uppercut into my ex's pussy. Tatiana sank to her knees and Staci backed off as her opponent slowly struggled to her feet, panting and covered in sweat. Carol asked Tatiana if she wanted to continue and my ex growled yes. Carol waved the fighters together and Staci picked up right where she left off, smacking punch after now unanswered punch into Tatiana's bruising body. My ex backed up under the barrage, running out of room when her back hit the ropes, and she was really in trouble as Staci just unloaded on her, smacking her head back and forth with hooks, smashing her tits into her ribs with straight punches, punishing Tatiana's stomach with repeated hits into the same spot, mixing in occasional pussy punches that had Tatiana groaning in agony. Staci's opponent was left hanging off the ropes to stay standing; once Staci had decided that she'd inflicted enough punishment she went for the finish, pressing her body against her opponent's, slipping her right glove between Tatiana's legs, pressing the soft outer edge of her glove up against my ex's pussy. I made a note to google how to get cum out of boxing gloves as Staci rubbed Tatiana's cunt, slowly and gently, relishing the domination of her opponent. Tatiana was helpless as Staci copied one of the moves my ex had used on me, leaning in to suck on my ex's neck as she gloved her. Staci worked Tatiana over like this for a few minutes, but it seemed she had a bigger finish planned as she roughly pulled my ex off the ropes, dumping her on the mat. Carol came over to count, but Staci just waved her away, laying on top of her opponent's body in a 69 (although I noticed she kept her hips high up, out of range of Tatiana being able to lean her head up and attack with her mouth - solid strategy). Staci must have been working her opponent over on the ropes to make sure she was ready for this move - as I've learned firsthand if you go for it too soon, you just get yourself headscissored.

But Staci seems to have picked her spot well, and apparently the bit of my cum still in her opponents pussy didn't bother my girl, who dived in energetically. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but it wasn't hard to guess as Tatiana writhed under her. Staci came up for air after a bit, her face slick with her opponent's juices: "Who's the bitch now?" she taunted. "That's what I thought."

"Fuck you," Tatiana manged weakly.
"I plan to," Staci laughed. She lowered her face back between my ex's legs. It was just a matter of time, and eventually it ran out for Tatiana; Staci ate her pussy to an orgasm, Tatiana hammering the mat with her gloved hands as she was made to cum. Her head came off the mat with a scream at her climax, then fell back down as she finished.

A smirking Staci climbed off her opponent and Carol quickly counted the merciful ten to end the match, raising Staci's glove. But of course our opponents weren't out of the woods yet as we started the punishment phase. Staci walked over to me, her hips swaying as she smiled.

"How'd you like that show?"

"Great," I managed. She looked down at my crotch; my cock was semi-hard, still recovering after the massive cum my opponent had inflicted on me.

"Scott, can you get hard again for me?"

"I think so...." Staci smiled and then went down on me, flicking her tongue over the tip of my cock. As I got hard she took my shaft between her lips, blowing me until I was at full extension. She popped my dick out of her mouth and blew on it.

"That's more like it," she purred. "Follow me." We went to the center of the ring, where Tatiana had just managed to get up to her knees. Staci told her to stay put, gently pushing me so I was standing in front of my kneeling, defeated ex. Staci quickly removed my gloves, then guided my hands so I was holding Tatiana's shoulders. My girlfriend leaned in and whispered "fuck her mouth for me".

Well, I could do that. Tatiana obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could at Staci's command, sticking her tongue out for good measure. Staci lined my cock up with my ex's lips and then gave me a playful slap on my bare ass as a signal to start.

I figured Staci wanted a good show and I really gave it to Tatiana, fucking her face hard and fast, hearing her gag with each stroke. Drool started running down her chin as I pistoned my dick between her lips. Before I could finish Staci told me to stop; I came out of my trance, looking at her in puzzlement. I pulled out and Staci grabbed Tatiana's hair with her left hand, pulling my ex's head back, tilting her defeated opponent's head up. Her right hand wrapped around my spit-soaked cock. She started jerking me off, aiming the tip of my dick right at my ex's face. Staci started both egging me on and trash-talking Tatiana, urging me to "shoot a big load on this whore's face" while telling Tatiana that this was the last time she'd ever see my penis, and getting a cumshot on her face was all she deserved. After fucking Tatiana's face I didn't last long and Staci was soon smiling in triumph as I yielded to her insistent hand, her quick strokes not letting up as she expertly made me shoot my load in Tatiana's face, some of it going in her mouth, but most of it coating her chin, cheeks, closed eyes, and a few stray spurts going in her hair. "Keep that tongue out!" Staci barked as I moaned. Her strokes almost became unpleasant at the end as she really wanted to get every last drop out and squeezed my cock like a toothpaste tube.

I had to go take a little breather after this. Staci sent Carol to the back to get Tatiana's ring bag. Carol returned with a duffel bag I recognized as Tatiana's (she'd carry our books in it when we went to eat out - yes, we were nerds). Staci went digging and quickly came up with a eight-inch purple plastic strapon. Carol helped Staci into it, making sure the rig was nice and firmly attached.

Tatiana must have known what was coming next, looking more tired and defeated than anything. Staci had her lay down and straddled her cum-coated face, fucking my ex's mouth roughly, holding on to her hair to steady herself as she thrust the dildo between Tatiana's lips. She didn't do this long (I guess just proving a point) and when she got tired of this she pulled out, sliding down Tatiana's body, pressing my ex's legs apart. Staci's right hand went between Tatiana's thighs, I think checking for wetness; she grunted in approval before lining the strapon up, then slowly pushed into my defeated ex.

Tatiana moaned as Staci slid the strapon in, drawing another taunt from my girlfriend ("That's right. Moan like the whore you are"). Staci started fucking Tatiana, torturing her with pleasure, giving my ex very long, very slow strokes.

In the meantime Greg had gotten back in the ring in case we wanted to use him; Staci had ignored him, but Carol seemed interested and had him lay down in one of the corners, the back of his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. Carol quickly got him hard with a handjob, then turned to face the ring and sat down on his cock, slowly fucking him in a reverse cowgirl.

She waved me over, and when I walked up to her side she reached out and grabbed my limp, sweaty cock without even looking, stroking me with just her index finger and thumb as she rode Greg. Despite having two cums that night already, her expert handjob got me hard quickly as I watched Staci give Tatiana the fucking of a lifetime. Despite the beating I'd taken, this was a wonderful show, and I felt great, forcing down guilt that I hadn't performed too well - we'd won, and I told myself that's what counted in the end.

This went on for a few minutes; I could hear Carol getting more and more excited next to me as we all seemed to be enjoying Staci fucking my ex. Carol was the only person in the ring who hadn't cum at least once, and either because of this or being able to set her own pace fucking Greg she went off first, her slow strokes getting erratic as she climaxed on top of the beaten fighter, her free hand covering her mouth, trying to stifle her cries of pleasure. Her hand sped up on my cock as she came, and she almost fell off Greg. I think she was squeezing him with her pussy - whatever she was doing was too much for him as I saw his hips bucking against hers, a low moan of ecstasy slipping out of his mouth as he came deep in Carol's pussy. Carol turned to me and took the tip of my cock between her lips, her right hand quickly jerking me off, and I went over the edge myself, reaching down to hold on to her shoulder as I came into her mouth. My eyes stayed locked in the center of the ring, where Tatiana was reaching her own climax, her frantic, panting moans getting longer and louder until she was screaming in pleasure, her body shaking under Staci's as my girlfriend finished her with long strokes, driving Tatiana into what looked like a earth-shaking climax.

In a minute it was all over; everyone except Staci had popped off in the same two minute span, leaving my sweaty, victorious girlfriend to pull out of her beaten opponent. Staci got to her feet looking like a warrior goddess, finally turning to look at me, Greg, and Carol, flexing her arms for us as I applauded. She shot me a wink and went around to Tatiana's head, straddling her beaten opponent's face with her dripping pussy. She dropped her hips, pressing her cunt into Tatiana's mouth, starting her well-deserved victory facesit.

I guess in the end everything worked out; it certainly was the most memorable Valentine's Day I'd ever experienced...

Scott's Tag Boxing Adventure Chapter 2

After our debut Carol let us know we'd attracted some attention from other tag teams. As our manager she passed on what she felt were the best three and let us pick. It wasn't easy; they all looked good. For the time being, we picked a team called the Black Widows for our next match - but Carol told me that before she'd agree to us having another bout we'd have to undergo some special training. This turned out to be a crude milking machine she hooked me into; I was tied to a post, matched with a piston that had one of her old boxing gloves on it, set to work my cock over. After strapping Staci into a similar contraption (cuffed to a post with a big magic wand vibrator buzzing away on her pussy and two tiny vibrating disks taped over her nipples), Carol told us both to hold out as long as we could; I made it to 3:42 while Staci lasted a hair over five minutes.

This was our Friday nights for the next month as we trained (and did more traditional boxing drills the rest of the week - Staci was coming along really well and almost wore out her speedbag.) Carol said she wanted us to both double our times, and we hadn't quite gotten there after four weeks, but we were both itching for a match and Carol booked us one at the nice gym over on Pine.

When I got a look at our opponents up close I was having second thoughts about our selection. The Black Widows are two MILFs named Yuka and Diana who had aged out of singles fights but were, embarrassingly, both in better shape than me and my girlfriend, even at twice our ages. Yuka was ripped, sporting a wonderfully defined six-pack to match her sleek, tightly muscled arms. She'd sprayed herself down with water before the match, her dark skin already shining under the lights. (I'd forgotten how dark Japanese women could get; I watched a lot of Japanese adult movies, and they always had very light-skinned actresses.) At five six I at least had some height on her. Aside from being in great shape she was nothing special appearance wise, with tiny, perky A-cups and a plain face under heavy bangs. The back of her hair was up in a ponytail; I made a note to use it as a handle to fuck her mouth if we won.

Her partner Diana was a little bit heavier (150 pounds or so), shorter (five four), and darker (a few shades deeper brown), looking like she was going more for power than speed; her big arms made her look quite dangerous, and if her stomach was just starting to bulge over the waist of her her black trunks, she still was in great shape for a woman her age. Her large, drooping D cups looked like the only weak spot on her, which I filed away for later. She was a little prettier than Yuka, although still not much to write home about - her big brown eyes and large mouth were set in her round face, framed by her long dark hair, which reached down just past her shoulders in a simple, straight cut. Her skin was very shiny - where Yuka had sprayed herself with water, it looked like Diana had oiled herself up; I wasn't sure what the idea behind this was, but I guessed it was to make her tits more dangerous if she managed to get them around my cock.

We didn't have much of a strategy for this fight - I'd go out first and we'd see where the match developed. The other team sent Diana out first. We opened by feeling each other out; I definitely had a reach advantage, but I found out the hard way that Diana had quite a bit of power in her punches as she landed the first good hit of the fight, a darting left that landed in my stomach after I'd over-extended myself trying to break her guard. I managed to recover, stepping back and fending her off as I caught my breath. I quickly found we were about evenly matched; I had reach and speed, but she had power and experience. We traded the advantage, me coming in and ringing her up with a four-hit body combo, ending with a right hook to the chest that sent her big tit flying as she screamed in pain. I tried to follow up but she backed me off with a furious series of power punches I had to give ground to avoid. I waited for my moment (you can't just throw knockout bombs for too long), and sure enough Diana slipped up, overcommiting just a little too much to a left hook she hoped to break my guard with. I slipped the punch and got her in return with a left to the stomach - a quick little punch, with just enough power behind it to stop Diana in her tracks. I got her with a followup right to the jaw, stunning her long enough for me to land a quick body combo, my gloves smacking into her stomach as she backed up, fruitlessly trying to hold me off and catch her breath. I finished the combo with a hard right hook, popping my hips and getting as much power as I could behind it.

Diana went down on one knee, holding her stomach and gagging. Carol came in and gave Diana a standing eight count. I could tell Diana was hurting and was ready to finish her off, but her partner called for a tag.

What to do? I could either chase Diana, try to cut her off from the ring and finish her, or let her go - chasing her was dangerous; if she boxed me in and made the tag, I'd be at her team's mercy. So I let her go, a little reluctantly, heading over to my own corner.

Staci asked if I wanted to tag out but I shook my head, still feeling pretty fresh. (One thing I'll say for boxing without rounds - you get in shape real quick.) Staci kissed my cheek for luck and I put up my gloves, coming out of the corner to square off with Yuka.

We squared off and I guess I'd gotten used to fighting a slightly slower opponent in Diana as her partner's lightening speed caught me off guard. Before I knew what was happening Yuka had weaved away from my tentative opening jab and slammed her own quick punch into my face, turning the first blow in a quick combo when I couldn't back her off. Disorientated, I covered up and retreated, but she followed me and dug a hard right into my stomach. I threw a big left at her head, but she ducked under it and hit me again, her target moving down so her glove landed right on my waistband. I groaned and she turned my head with a hard left, almost knocking me down. She slapped away a sloppy left hook - I just couldn't back her off. In desperation I clinched, squeezing her as hard as I could. Carol made us break it up, making us separate before restarting the match.

I put my gloves up, vowing that I was going to keep Yuka at arm's length - she was just too fast for me up close. I was able to execute this plan for a little while - Yuka clearly wanted to close with me, but after walking into a straight punch that pancaked her little left tit into her ribcage, she was much more cautious about trying to come in on me. The fight developed into a duel to see if my reach advantage could win out over her experience. We traded quick hits for a few minutes, mostly dodged or taken on the gloves; neither one of us wanted to put too much behind a punch and get over-exposed, as we both had a healthy respect for the other fighter's ability to deal out damage. Staci, either getting bored or thinking she could do better, started calling for a tag. Not taking my eyes off my opponent I backed toward my corner. Yuka stood glaring with her gloves on her hips as Staci made the tag, sliding between the middle ropes as I held them open for her.

Yuka didn't tag out and the women squared off. I have to hand it to Staci that she was probably better suited here with her speed. Staci went on the offensive, unleashing a measured attack, dancing around Yuka and probing her defenses. Yuka moved much less, turning to stay facing Staci head on, but mostly blocking and dodging the incoming punches, looking for a chance to strike back.

It was just a matter of time before one fighter made a mistake. Unfortunately Staci slipped up first, darting in with a quick jab trying to get over the top of Yuka's guard. Yuka blocked the hit and Staci was a half-step too slow retreating as Yuka slammed a punch into her solar plexus. Staci gasped and froze, and her opponent punished her with a face-busting combo, the last hit a wicked right that slammed into Staci's mouth. Staci lifted her gloves too high, leaving her stomach open for a left that left her reeling, trying to take a deep breath and get her guard back up. She was just a hair too slow as Yuka slammed a overhand right into the side of her head. Staci cried out in shock and went down to one knee.

Carol came over to count, giving panting Staci a standing eight count. I yelled something encouraging as Carol backed off and waved the fighters on. Yuka struck first, backing Staci up with a barrage of quick punches. I don't know if the hit to the head had stunned her a little more than I thought or if Yuka was just a better boxer, but Staci couldn't get a counter out. As she got near the ropes she realized she was running out of room. I called for her to tag, but Yuka had gotten herself between Staci and me; Staci tried to go around her only to get nailed with a left to the stomach. She tried to back Yuka off with a big left, but it was too slow; Yuka went under it and peppered Staci's tits with hard punches. Staci covered her chest, leaving her bruising stomach open for a hard right that knocked her down. My girlfriend curled up in a ball, holding herself and gasping as Carol came over to count.

I have to give it to her, she made it up - Carol had to ask if she wanted to continue as Staci could barely stand, covering her stomach with her left glove. Staci just nodded and the fight continued.

Unfortunately Yuka was still between Staci and the safety of our corner. It looked like the older fighter smelled blood as she started backing Staci up, looking to trap my girlfriend in her own corner when Yuka and her partner could double-team her. I knew Stace wouldn't make it out of there alive and pleaded with her to tag; but to no avail. Yuka worked Staci backwards until my girlfriend's back hit the ringpost. Diana reached over the ropes to tag Staci and the legal 60 second doubleteam started.

Diana quickly wrapped her arms up with Staci's own, getting my girl in a full nelson, leaving her helpless as Yuka came in for the attack. I was very grateful for Carol making us do orgasm training as Yuka leaned in and frenched Staci. Then she leaned down, flicking her tongue over Staci's left breast. My girlfriend groaned as Yuka licked and sucked on her hard pink nipples, switching from left to right and back again as Carol counted excruciatingly slowly. Yuka added her glove, pressing it between Staci's legs, rubbing her pussy through her trunks. At Carol's count of fifteen (felt like fifteen minutes), Yuka pulled Staci's trunks down, then got on her knees, leaning forward and licking her pussy. 

Staci's eyes rolled back in her head and I knew at that moment she was done for. She sagged in Diana's grip, totally helpless as Yuka demolished any remaining resistance. It was a long time until 60; when Carol finally ordered a break, Yuka stood up, and I could see Staci's juices liberally coating the lower half of her opponent's face. Diana had to let Staci go, and my girlfriend hadn't cum yet, but it looked like it was too late anyway - Staci was mighty wobbly, with her face flushed as she was barely able to stand on spaghetti legs.

I yelled at Staci to get out of the corner so that Yuka couldn't just tag Diana back in (there was no way in hell she would survive another double team without cumming hard enough to end the match); In a daze, she took a stumbling step out of the corner, right into her opponent, who laid Staci out with a vicious combo ending in a knockout right hook.

Staci hit the mat on her back with a pathetic groan. Carol came over to count, but Yuka pushed her away and started dragging Staci back towards her corner. This was too much for me - I started climbing between the ropes to put a stop to this. Carol sprinted over and pushed me back, telling me to stay out of the fucking ring. Over her shoulder I could see that it was too late anyway; Yuka was just waiting for Carol to turn around to make the tag and seal Staci's doom with another double-team session. With a heavy sigh I let Carol shove me out of the ring. Sure enough Yuka touched gloves with Diana, who came between the ropes to finish off my girlfriend. Yuka reached over the ropes to hold Staci in a full nelson and Diana basically picked up where her partner had left off. She kneeled in front of Staci, leaning forward and blowing on her pussy. Staci shivered in anticipation and Diana went in for the kill, burying her face in my girlfriend's crotch.

Staci made it to 23 before she came, letting out a high scream of pleasure as her eyes rolled back in her head, writhing in Yuka's grip as Diana's lips and tongue forced her to cum. Yuka released her arms and Staci collapsed into a sweaty pile of limbs. A victorious Diana nudged her over onto her back, stepping away as Carol came in and counted Staci out.

Knowing I had no chance, I stepped between the ropes. Diana turned to face me with a shit-eating grin, her face still slick with my girlfriend's juices. As we squared up I at least harbored hope I could put Diana away. I started well, fresh and rested, able to use my speed to come in and put a surprised Diana on the defensive, raining blows on her as she covered up. I nailed her with a quick uppercut to the stomach and she sank to her knees, gasping and holding her gut as Carol came over to count.

Diana was back on her feet by six. Yuka was calling for a tag, and I knew that if Diana managed to get it, I'd really be sunk - they could just keep tagging out, wearing me down until they could finish me off. I tried to cut her off from her corner, but Diana had great ring sense and we ended up dancing around each other, neither of us willing to commit too fully to an attack. Diana threw a quick jab combo I blocked and came in for a clinch. She pulled me up against her, her big, soft tits pressing against my bare chest. I tried to push her away by the shoulders, but I couldn't get a good angle. She got one of her feet behind my right leg and pushed and we both went down, Diana landing on top of me. I tried to push her off but she surprised me with a kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth. By the time Carol pulled Diana off me I was quite dazed, and Diana scampered back to her corner before I was able to get up.

Yuka tagged in as I tried to shake off the cobwebs. We squared off and she quickly brought me back to reality with a punishing combo of jabs to the jaw, smacking my head left and right as she built power with each punch, bending me over with a straight left that had me gagging. She got me in a headlock and walked me across the ring. I tried to push her away, cursing my gloves, but it was too late - Yuka backed me straight into her corner.

Diana reached through the ropes and pulled my trunks down. Yuka stood me up, her partner grabbing my arms over the top rope and getting me in a full nelson. Diana pulled me towards her, my back pressing into the padded ringpost. Yuka pressed her body into mine, her eyes locked on me as she slipped my cock into the smooth, soft hole on her boxing glove. I groaned, trying and failing to break Diana's solid full nelson. Yuka started gloving me with her right hand. Carol came over to count and I tried to focus on nothing but making that 60 count. Yuka must have known what I was doing as she conversationally told me I might as well give up - "You can't get out of this, you know." I only managed a grunt in return, trying to hold on as long as I could. At first Yuka worked me over with long, slow, unhurried strokes; as Carol kept counting she started speeding up bit by bit, just a hair faster after every three or four pumps. She kept building speed as I held on, until her glove was flying up and down my cock. Carol was only at thirty-eight and I went into the zone, concentrating on nothing but not cumming. Yuka wasn't making it any easier on me, leaning her face in close to mine and panting at me as she worked my dick.

I had focused in a little too much as I snapped back to attention at Carol's count of sixty. Diana released my arms and Yuka pulled her glove off my unit. I madly scrambled to get out of the corner, but Yuka brought me up short with a hard hit to the stomach. My back was still pressed against the ringpost and her glove sunk deep into my gut as I let out a gagging moan. Yuka cooly reached over my head to tag Diana as I struggled to breathe. I managed to get on my feet in time to face Diana, but I was terribly winded and without too much trouble she just pushed me back into her corner with her own body. I felt Yuka behind me outside the ring grabbing my arms and I knew I was finished.

As Yuka held me in place Diana got on her knees in front of me. She fit my achingly hard cock  between her big, oiled breasts and started titfucking me, flicking her tongue against the head of my cock, using her gloves to push her boobs together as they slid up and down my shaft. I knew when I was beaten - Diana was a pro at this and after Yuka's gloving my stamina was just about gone. I made it to seventeen before it was too much. I slumped in Yuka's grip, crying out in pleasure as I started cumming. Diana opened her mouth wide as I shot my load, most of my cum going in her mouth but some hitting her in the face or dribbling down into the valley of her tits.

Yuka let go of me and I slowly sank down in the corner. Diana, her face and chest still dripping with my cum, grabbed me and roughly pulled me up to my feet. Her gloves flashed into my face, and I tried to take a stumbling backstep. There was nowhere to go - not that it mattered as Diana laid me out with, well, I'm actually not sure what she hit me with,  but the important thing was that there was no way I was getting up. In a daze I heard Carol counting me out.

The match was over and Staci re-entered the ring as the winners shed their boxing gloves. Yuka dragged me to the center of the mat and they laid Staci down too, positioning us so that the tops of our heads were just barely touching. Diana sat down on my face, her body pointing away from my feet, and Yuka did the same to Staci so that both victorious fighters were facing each other. Yuka and Diana started kissing and playing with each other's tits as they used me and my girlfriend as sex toys, rubbing their cunts into our faces. I laid there and just waited for it to be over, my cock uncomfortably hard in the cool air as our vanquishers enjoyed themselves.

After getting each other off (Diana slightly first, then Yuka), it looked like they weren't quite done with us - Diana asked Yuka if she wanted to "race". I was made to lay flat on my back while Staci was pushed onto her hands and knees, her body over mine in a 69 position. Yuka held Staci's hair so that my girlfriend's face was right in front of my dick, then reached between us and started jerking me off with quick, rough strokes.

Diana for her part was behind Staci and started fingering her. I had a great view of her finger-fucking my girlfriend's pussy, which was hovering inches from my face. Staci and I just held on; I wasn't sure if whoever came first would be punished or what, but I wanted to try and last. Unfortunately Yuka's soft, strong hands were really doing a number on my cock. In what I admit is an act of treachery I leaned up and started sucking on Staci's clit. Diana laughed (not unkindly - I was helping her, after all) as Staci's moan of pleasure dropped a few octaves. Not to be outdone Yuka used her handful of Staci's hair to push my girlfriend's mouth down around my cock.

In my small victory for the day Staci came first, neither me nor Diana letting up as she started cumming hard. With an annoyed grunt Yuka started moving her hand even faster over my cock, but she'd lost - Staci's climax was long and loud, her groaning scream coming out even around my dick in her mouth. As she came down with ragged panting Diana popped her fingers out, and I laid my head back. Staci could no longer hold herself up and her pussy, sopping with juices, pressed against my face as she flopped against my body. Yuka pulled Staci's head up and pointed the tip right at Staci's gasping mouth. She finished me a few seconds later, not letting up as I started cumming. Staci barely flinched as my first string of jizz hit her in the face, with Yuka not stopping until her face and hair were coated with my load.

That's how Staci looks in the pictures - punch-drunk and covered in cum. I didn't look too better myself, and our victorious opponents were sure to get some great glamour shots of themselves posed over us. The last one was totally staged - me and Staci on our knees, our heads pressing together, looking like we're holding each other up in defeat and Yuka and Diana stand to one side flexing.

We were all tied up at 1-1, and we couldn't wait for our next match.