Scott's Tag Boxing Adventure Chapter 7

Our new personas caught some attention - we found ourselves challenged by two sisters going by Anna and Elsa, apparently cosplaying as the heroines from a Disney movie. Staci made me watch the movie Frozen, and I'm not sure it really helped. (Catchy songs, though!)
The girls weren't actually named Anna and Elsa (real names Gretchen and Camille), but I'm just going to call them that from here on out. The sisters were just a little older than us - 26 and 24. Elsa was of course the older sister, a 5'10" or so willowy blonde sporting tiny tits with small pink nipples and no butt. I guessed she hadn't been doing this too long from her noodle-thin arms and lack of stomach muscles, but if you didn't look too close, she did resemble cartoon Elsa at first glace; she'd at least nailed the hairstyle, a blonde braid that hung below her boobs, and her face didn't look terribly far off. She was outfitted with light blue gloves and trunks, with her silk shorts sporting a icicle pattern around the bottom, and her gloves covered in a glittery snowflake motif.

Anna was shorter and thicker than her sister, 5'7" or so and maybe 155 pounds with wide hips, fat little tits, and much bigger arms than her sister. She'd likewise nailed the hairstyle, two braids that came down just past her chest, and even had the white streak that cartoon Anna sported for most of the movie. Her face wasn't as close, just a bit too round and sporting a little bit of a snaggletooth, but if you squinted it wasn't a bad likeness. Her gear was apparently themed off the party scene with forest green gloves and black trunks and boots.

For the first time we were facing opponents with entrance music; after me, Staci, and Carol had hit the ring, "Let It Go" blasted through the gym's tinny speakers as our opponents came down to the ring. I had to suppress a smile as our opponents stayed in character right from the beginning, with Anna asking Staci if she wanted to build a snowman as me and Elsa headed outside the ring.

Staci declined this offer (even after being told it didn't have to be a snowman) and Carol waved the fighters together to start the match. They started feeling each other out with jabs and I had to reflect on how far Staci had come as she traded quick, probing punches with her opponent. Staci scored the first solid hit of the fight, managing to work around to Anna's left and slip a hook into her opponent's side. Anna flinched, just for a second, but long enough for Staci to land a right jab, turning it into a combo as she walked punches up from Anna's stomach, ending with a short left uppercut that knocked the heavier fighter down on her butt, dazed.

Carol came in to count and Anna was up by four, getting a standing eight count to collect her marbles. She took a deep breath and the fighters closed up. Staci may have been just a tad overconfident as she looked to repeat her earlier success, trying to get around to Anna's left again, but her opponent was wise to her move this time. Every time Staci started moving to get into position, Anna would turn to face her and grab her in a clinch. After the third time this happened I started feeling like they had been hugging for more time than they'd been fighting - I know Anna was a Disney princess, but this was ridiculous.

Staci seemed to be getting frustrated as well as her face was getting alarmingly red. I yelled at her to keep cool and she nodded without taking her eyes off her opponent. Staci yielded the initiative, taking up a defensive posture and inviting Anna to attack. This seemed to be a wise move as Anna closed in throwing punches that were too slow and tentative to crack Staci's guard. I saw Staci laying a trap, dropping her hands just enough to leave a tempting opening for a shot at her face. Sure enough Anna fell for it, drawing her fist back and throwing a big right hand. Staci weaved left out of the way, darting in and slamming a hard counter punch into Anna's stomach. Anna groaned, her hands instinctively coming down to cover the spot where she'd been hit, and Staci rocked her with a right hook to the jaw.

Anna went down, but she shook off the cobwebs and was back on her feet before Carol could come over and start counting. She waved Staci on and my girlfriend attacked.

Just like her previous offensive, Staci couldn't get a good glove on her opponent. Anna was a solid wall, going for the clinch when Staci came too close to cracking her guard. Staci was starting to get winded; she was using much more energy than her opponent, and I was worried about her getting rope-a-doped. I yelled for her to calm down and think and she backed off, taking a few deep breaths while glaring at her opponent. She came back into range, unloading an assault focused on Anna's chest, trying to get some leather on her opponent's tits, here trying to draw Anna's guard away, there trying to hook punches around it.

It didn't work, but I saw Staci's real plan - she managed to pin Anna's guard where it was, which was just too high to cover her crotch as Staci slipped a left below the belt. Anna gasped when this hit home, stunned long enough for Staci to rock her with a combo to the head, ending with an uppercut under her chin.

This put Anna down for a two count before she was back up. I hoped she was getting woozy and her defenses would start slipping, but I saw this wasn't the case as Staci's renewed attack still couldn't get past Anna's guard. I was really worried now - the only way Staci was able to inflict any significant damage on her opponent seemed to be by luring her into making a mistake, and with her solid body, it seemed like it was going to take more hits than Staci could reasonably deliver to put Anna down for the count.

"Try Something else!" I yelled.

"That's really helpful!" Staci yelled back at me over her shoulder. "Thank you! I wouldn't have thought of that!"

Despite her sarcastic comment she did come up with a new tactic. She went back on the offensive, and I saw her plan unfold as Anna pulled her into yet another clinch. This time instead of trying to get out Staci kissed her. Even across the ring I could see Anna's eyes open wide in shock. Staci's right glove went between her legs, no doubt rubbing Anna's pussy through her trunks.

Carol made no move to break this up, and only Elsa yelling at her sister from the enemy corner woke Anna up enough to shove Staci away from her. Anna was quite flushed, and now seemed scared of a cackling Staci, who stated chasing her around the ring. Elsa called for her sister to  tag. Anna was too close to her own corner to try and trap her, so Staci let her go, coming over to confer with me; I told her she was doing great and to come tag me in when she started getting tired.

Across the ring Elsa had come through the ropes and was glaring at my girlfriend over her blue, snowflake-pattern gloves. They closed up and Staci started getting the worst of it almost immediately. If Staci had been fresh I think they would have been evenly matched, but my girlfriend was flagging just a little, and Elsa quickly got the upper hand, using her reach to punish Staci with stiff hits. She came under my girl's guard and hooked punches into Staci's stomach, mixing it up by getting on Staci's side and slipping hits behind her guard into her face. Staci couldn't close the distance with her opponent, and I yelled for a tag. Staci started trying to back towards our corner, but Elsa moved to cut her off from my half of the ring.

Hoping to buy some time I yelled "Elsa!" She took her eyes off Staci, and fumbling for something else, I yelled "Let Her go!"
"That's not it," she hissed. I took a deep breath and started belting out: "Let it go, let it goooooo..." Her eyebrows sent up and she crossed her gloves under her chest, wanting more. I kept going: "Turn away and slam the doOOooOOor!" I had to tune out Staci laughing in disbelief, but it seemed to be working:  When I got to "Let the storm rage onnnnnnnn!" Elsa smiled and backed off, bowing to me as Staci walked over to our corner and made the tag.

I got between the ropes and faced off with Elsa. From watching her fight I knew her range was her biggest weapon, but with her overall willowy frame I wasn't exactly filled with fear and I came right at her with a straightforward attack, probing her guard with jabs, looking for an opening to fit a heavier punch into.
I quickly found out that I'd underestimated my opponent. Elsa's counter-punches didn't have that much power, but her long arms and long reach were harder to get past than I'd planned, and I just couldn't close up with her; she had mastered backstepping, and I found myself walking into punch after punch as she danced away from me.

I tried to back her into the ropes or, even better, a corner, but she was wise to this - every time I thought I had her trapped she'd get around my side. I hadn't landed a single punch on her yet and her weaker hits were starting to take a toll. Inevitably I made a mistake, dropping my hands low to block a below the belt left, and she unloaded two hits to my stomach, leaving me open for a slower, more powerful punch to the head.

This put me down on the mat. Before Carol could even come over and get to one, my opponent had pulled down my trunks, and I barely had time to take a single breath before my cock was in her mouth. I was only semi-hard after the beating she'd been giving me, but I quickly got to full extension as she blew me, her eyes not leaving mine as her lips slid up and down my shaft.

As great as this felt, I wasn't quite beat enough to just lay there and take this, so I pushed her off and got to my feet. I have to admit that her oral attack had thrown me off balance; my head was spinning, and the standing 8 count Carol gave me was only enough time to shake some of the fog off.

Staci was screaming for a tag - unsurprisingly, she didn't much care for the sight of her boyfriend getting embarrassingly beaten up, unable to stop his opponent from sucking his cock - and I figured this was a good idea as I was a bit woozy. But as soon as Elsa saw me backing up she challenged me. "Come on," she motioned me on with her gloves. "You and me. Let's finish it." I glanced over my shoulder at Staci, and decided to go for it. I turned back to my opponent and squared off with her. We both circled warily for a moment, Elsa seemingly content to wait for me to make the first move.

I prepared to attack again, but then I thought better of this. I thought I finally had Elsa's number - she had one great skill, which was her footwork, but that and her reach were her only strengths; if I could neutralize them and come to grips with her, she'd be in deep trouble.

So how to defeat her best weapons? I realized I'd been playing to her strength chasing her. Instead I decided to make her come to me. I took up a defensive stance and we stared at each other over our gloves. After a moment she waved me on towards her. I shook my head no and she dropped her guard, putting her gloves on her hips and glaring at me.

"Are you scared? I command you to come fight me!"

"Not scared. Just respectful of a worthy opponent. Come get me." I waved her on myself, hoping she'd accept my invitation. She smiled and came at me carefully, snapping crisp jabs at me, staying at the edge of her range ready to retreat in a flash. Knowing I had to lure her further in, I let her pull my hands out of position, inviting her to get a few hits in on me. She staggered me with a left to the stomach and came in with a big looping right aimed squarely at my jaw.

It never connected. She had left a huge hole in her guard and I poured a quick combo through it, peppering her stomach with hooks, then moving my target up and landing a left and a right into her chest. She screamed as my right glove squashed her left tit flat against her ribs. She went to her footwork, trying to back up, but she was too close now and I stuck on her, getting unanswered hits as she covered up and tried to get away from me. When she tried to get around to my left side she walked right into a big left hook that hit her in the temple. She went down on her chest with a satisfying smack.

Returning her earlier favor I pulled her trunks off before Carol even arrived to count. I rolled Elsa onto her back and dove between her legs, hearing her gasp as my tongue pressed into her pussy. I was in heaven for about four or five seconds until Anna ruined it by yelling at her sister to fight back, and Elsa snapped her legs closed around my head in a scissors hold.
To Carol's credit she broke this up quickly, scolding Elsa that this was a boxing match, not a wrestling bout, and that even the Queen had to obey the rules. Carol gave her a standing 8 count and then waved us together.

My strategy seemed to have worked as Elsa looked quite winded, sweaty and flushed as we closed. She had definitely lost some of her speed as I was able to lunge in and close up with her. Just as I prepared the opening left in a combo her right glove snaked out, going low, and before I could move her glove slammed right into my balls. I went down with a primal scream of pain, curling up as Carol gave Elsa an official warning. Elsa came over to where I was whimpering on the mat and apologized, saying she had meant to get my dick. (I still don't know if this would have been better or worse!) Carol started counting, but Elsa pushed her away from me and actually helped me back up to my feet, draping my left arm over her shoulders and supporting me on my wobbly legs.

Of course as soon as Carol barked "Fight!" my opponent slammed her left glove into my stomach. I gagged and couldn't raise my arms to defend myself as she laid more punches in, knocking the wind out of me with seven or eight hits. I was totally dependent on her to remain vertical and she unleashed her finishing move, fitting her left boxing glove snugly over my cock, sliding it all the way down. I groaned as her boxing glove started sliding up and down my rod.

"Ssh, don't move," she purred in my ear. "Just let me finish you. Nobody can resist my royal glove. Doesn't it feel wonderful?"

It did feel wonderful. I probably would have just given it up in a single match, but Staci's piercing voice screaming at me that if I didn't do something she was going to smash my PlayStation 4 with a baseball bat took me back to my senses. I managed to push a resisting Elsa far enough away so that her glove came off my cock. She clinched me, trying to get my dick between her thighs, but I backed her off with a stiff left to the body. Her eyes were fixed on my cock, not leaving much doubt what her next move would be, and sure enough she lunged in, trying to get her glove back around my dick. I stopped her with a right to the face, leaving her stunned for a follow up to the body I got as much power into as I could. She gagged as the finishing left hook slammed into her belly button. I lined up the knockout blow, a right-handed uppercut that exploded under her chin, knocking her down to the canvas.

Elsa was looking pretty beat, not even trying to get up, just covering her tummy and coughing. This was fine with me. I sat down on her hips, trapping her arms at her sides, then leaned down and lowered my mouth to her chest. She struggled weakly under me, but she couldn't unseat me as I took her right nipple between my lips, hearing her panting as I sucked on it. I switched to her left, flicking it with my tongue. I heard Carol telling me to let my opponent up; I ignored her and switched again, running my tongue around Elsa's hard little nipple. After a repeated warning Carol grabbed me under the arms, dragging me off my opponent. I was furious with Carol, but I didn't have time to argue with her as my opponent started getting up.

Even with Carol cutting my attack short, it seemed the damage was done. Elsa stumbled to her feet, and even after Carol's slow standing 8 count, I could tell she was having a lot of trouble shaking the cobwebs off. I came at her aggressively and her earlier speed was all but gone; she managed a single half step back in the time it took me to take two full steps, and I had no trouble knocking away her sloppy guard. I slammed my left glove into her stomach and my opponent moaned, crossing her gloves over her midsection. I gathered all of my strength into one blow, a uppercut that started down around my knees and hit Elsa with enough force to snap her head back and deposit her rather ungracefully on her back. I'm sure I could have just let Carol come over and count her out, but I wanted to put her out with a little style - and besides, she'd put up a pretty good fight, and I figured she'd earned a nice little treat.

So I got down on the mat, pushing her long legs aside and blowing on her pussy. Carol came over but didn't bother counting, content to let me finish my opponent as I chose, and I buried my face in Elsa's crotch, giving her pussy a kiss before running my tongue up and down her slit. Anna called for her to get up again, but this time it was beyond her big sister's power; I pressed my tongue between my opponent's pussy lips, getting as deep as I could, my hard cock rubbing against the mat as I ate her out. Her hips gently pressed against me, and I felt one of her gloves on the back of my head, pushing my face further between her legs. Staci cheered me on as I worked, my tongue getting just a little tired as Elsa moaned under me. Her glove moved, replaced by her legs locking around my head again, but this time in instinct as I pushed her over the edge. I kept at her as best I could, although after a few seconds of squeezing I felt my head was going to pop. The moment passed, and as Elsa started coming down from her climax I could feel the strength leaving her body; her legs relaxed until they fell away, and my opponent was left laying totally limp on the mat, eyes closed, covered in sweat.

I stood and let Carol count the knockout. Elsa was dead weight and I helped Carol drag her out of the ring. I guess this also counted as a tag as Staci and Anna both got between the ropes, approaching and squaring off in the center of the ring. As I took my place in our corner Staci was trying to crack her opponent's guard. Anna knocked away a few hits and when Staci tried to dig a left under her hands grabbed my girlfriend in a clinch. Instead of pushing her away, Staci wrapped her arms around her opponent, pulling her closer. I thought I saw Staci's strategy as she pressed her breasts into her opponent's, teasing Anna's nipples with her own hard tips. My hunch was confirmed as Staci's thigh went between Anna's legs, slowly rubbing against her opponent's pussy.

I was curious to see if Carol was going to bother breaking this up; she had gone to a neutral corner and leaned against the ringpost, arms crossed. It looked like she wasn't going to come to Anna's rescue.

I turned back to the center of the ring as Staci kissed Anna, the heavier fighter making a deep moan in her throat as Staci locked lips with her. Anna tried to break the clinch, at first apparently not very hard. Staci grunted in annoyance as Anna finally drew her arms back and managed to shove her away.

It was a brief respite. Anna tried to back Staci off, but her punches were sluggish, and my girlfriend easily slapped them all away. Perhaps Anna would have been better off just covering up, as her sloppy punches quickly left a hole in her guard that Staci slipped a left hook through, her glove slamming into her opponent's soft tummy. Anna groaned and dropped her guard to cover her stomach, and Staci simply stepped towards her and attacked Anna's chest with her mouth, taking her opponent's right nipple between her lips. Anna stood there frozen (no pun intended) with a almost comical look of shock on her face as Staci greedily sucked on her tits. Anna's hands dropped to her sides, and Staci abruptly drew back, slamming a massive right hook into her opponent's stomach. Anna took a stumbling step back, coughing and covering herself. Staci pushed her backwards, easily forcing her across the ring to the ropes. She straightened Anna up with a left cross to her face. Anna leaned back against the ropes, defenseless. Staci hung her off the top rope, both arms draped over it for support. If Anna had any strength left she could simply stand and lift her arms, but my girlfriend had really done a number on her, and Anna sagged, only her arms over the top rope holding her up.

This left her totally helpless, and it was up to her opponent to finish her. Staci turned to give me an exaggerated wink before stepping up to Anna, leaning in and licking her opponent's neck. I could see Anna shivering as Staci fit her glove between Anna's legs and started rubbing her pussy.

I think Anna still having her trunks on actually hurt her here; the outside of Staci's thumbguard on both gloves was silky smooth just for rubbing, but Anna's silk shorts probably felt even better. Whatever the case, she didn't fight back, her face and chest quickly flushing as Staci pressed her glove into her pussy and sucked on her neck. Anna's eyes closed and her head rolled back as her panting got louder and louder. Staci went in for the kill, her glove a blur between her opponent's legs. Anna came, her whole body shaking as the climax blew through her, wrapping both arms around Staci and squeezing as she cried out in pleasure. Then, spent, she released Staci, her head drooping forward on her chest. Staci pulled her off the ropes and the heavier fighter flopped to the mat with the graceless tumble of a woman who wasn't getting up again.

Sure enough she didn't stir, even as Staci gently rolled her over onto her back; Anna just lay there with a sleepy, contented look on her face as she was counted out to end the match.

Now it was time to celebrate. Staci started nudging Anna awake as Elsa got back into the ring.

I'd really enjoyed our fight, and I didn't feel the need to humiliate our opponents. I saw that Staci was busy with Anna, about to have the losing fighter go down on her; I lead Elsa over to one of the corners, motioning her in. She put her back against the ringpost, draping her arms over the top rope, bracing her legs on the bottom rope, parting her legs for me and giving me a wry, go-ahead smile. I accepted her invitation, pressing my body against hers, leaning in and kissing her. If she minded the taste of her own juices she didn't show it, pushing her head forward to meet my lips, pressing her tongue into my mouth.

Lower down I put my gloves on her hips, steadying myself as I got ready to start fucking her. Elsa blindly shed one of her gloves, reaching between us and guiding me in. The tip of my cock parted her lips and I pressed into her, managing to both moan and continue kissing her as I thrust in to the hilt. Elsa broke the kiss, leaning her chin on my right shoulder as I started fucking her, opening with very long, very slow strokes, savoring her hot, tight pussy. "Faster," Elsa moaned in my ear. I went faster, shortening up my strokes, giving her quick, deep thrusts. "Faster!" she grunted. I went as fast as I could, only moving a few inches, my hips moving as quick as I could. Her arms squeezed tight around my body, and her pussy squeezed my cock. I found myself gasping for breath, sweating in her grip as I pumped her for all she was worth. "I'm going to cum," I gasped. "I'm going to cum!"

"Go ahead. I want to feel you cum. I want to feel you cum inside me - "

I couldn't hold out anymore and bowed to her wishes; I closed my eyes, my thrusts getting slightly erratic as I started cumming, unloading in her pussy. Her walls squeezed even tighter as I let loose with spurt after spurt, my legs shaking as all of the energy left my body in a single moment. I leaned against Elsa for support, twitching as she playfully pulsed her pussy muscles around my deflating cock.

After a minute I pulled out; Staci was just finishing up, and me and Elsa watched her climax on Anna's face with a scream of pleasure.

All that was left was taking the post-fight pictures. We started with the usual stuff - me with my boot on Elsa's chest, flexing, and Staci sitting on Anna's face, snarling in victory at the camera. We also took some goofier pictures, including a family portrait-style one with me and Elsa standing, one arm around each other's shoulders, our other arms around a kneeling Anna and Staci. (My personal two favorites: One of Anna and Staci hugging, where Anna has her eyes closed in delight and Staci's trying to do the rabbit ears behind Anna's head, but still has her boxing glove on; and one where I'm keeling in front of Elsa with it looking like she's knighting me, laying one boxing glove on top of my head.)

This might have been my favorite fight so far, but sadly, it was also our last one for quite a while. 

We were getting ready to graduate college, and we had to get our lives in order before we'd have time to keep going with this sport we loved so much.

Still, there was one more memorable fight in our direct future...

Scott's Tag Boxing Adventure Chapter 6

After the embarrassing beating we received at the hands of our last opponents, it took quite a while before we were ready to fight again; when we'd recovered, we asked Carol to find us a set of opponents who would give us a solid but not insurmountable challenge.

She came back to us with a pair named the Killer Bees - I don't know if they picked this name because they liked the yellow and black color scheme, because both their names started with B (Bethany and Beatrice), or even if it was due to them both having B cups. I'd guess the middle reason, but we never got around to asking.

I have to say they really committed to the gimmick - they had black and yellow ring gear (black gloves with yellow trim, black and yellow diagonally striped trunks, black boots with yellow laces) and even had matching makeup, black and yellow eye shadow and lipstick (upper lip black, lower lip yellow). They'd even died their hair to match, Bethany with black highlights in her blonde hair, Beatrice's a mirror image of blonde highlights in her black hair. 

Bethany was a little older than us, mid 20's or so, standing 5'8" and starting to develop a telltale boxer's physique - muscled arms, big shoulders, a six-pack, small B-cup tits and no ass. Her partner Beatrice was a vet in her 30's and was at the other end of the spectrum, standing 5'6" and slowly losing her shape to oncoming middle age - her arms were still well-muscled but just slightly flabby, with her six-pack was slowly turning into fat, and her boobs were slightly bigger than her partner's.

We didn't have much of a plan; Staci wanted us to work more as a team, trapping one opponent in our corner and wearing her down, then finishing her partner off at leisure. Of course this is easier said than done, and besides this vague notion we were just going to play it by ear. 

I kind of missed the pre-fight trash talking from our last match - our opponents were very taciturn; Staci told me that it's because "bees can't talk" (I didn't bother pointing out that fires and ice can't talk either). Even so we were both wound up, and the fight couldn't come soon enough.

To start they sent Beatrice out first, and we sent out Staci. For a minute as the fighters squared off I was worried that Staci's inexperience was going to tell, but she was really coming into her own as a boxer and used her footwork to stay at a safe distance from her older opponent as they probed each other's defenses. For a few minutes they felt each other out. It became clear that Beatrice was fighting defensively and Staci took the chance to start fighting more aggressively, closing with her opponent and peppering her with quick jabs, trying to draw Beatrice's gloves away. Staci got the quick advantage as she managed to slip several blows past Beatrice's guard, but the wily vet turned the tables, waiting until Staci over-extended herself and then digging a hard right into my girlfriend's tummy. Staci gasped, her right hand instinctively dropping to cover her stomach, and that was all Beatrice needed to rip a combo into her face, ending with a right hook that slammed into Staci's temple.

Staci went down on her side, panting, eyes wide in shock. She managed to shake off the cobwebs and get up by four, but I called for a tag; she was clearly shook up and I wanted to give her a chance to recover. I could tell Staci wanted to keep fighting, but she reluctantly backed into our corner and tagged me in. I pecked her on the cheek and told her we could switch again in a few minutes.

I climbed between the ropes to face my opponent. Beatrice backed up to the center of the ring, giving us plenty of room to fight. We circled each other warily; I was in no hurry, content to let Staci recover, and Beatrice was seemingly content to wait for me to make a move. For a few minutes we danced around each other, throwing only a few light jabs, testing each other's defenses. Apparently this was boring Beatrice's partner as Bethany called for a tag "before I fucking fall asleep!" Beatrice backed away, never taking her eyes off me; I let her tag, hoping Bethany would be less cautious and would make a mistake we could capitalize on.

The younger fighter stepped between the ropes and approached. We circled, but unlike her older partner Bethany was very aggressive, coming at me in a flurry of punches. I was able to cover up and avoid her hits, but her blows were coming too fast to attempt a counter-hit; I waited for her to over-commit to a punch and leave herself open. She started getting frustrated, and just when I was sure she was about to make a mistake, she surprised me with a hit below the belt, her hard glove slamming right into my semi-erect cock.

I'm sure I've mentioned before that you're not allowed to wear cups in these matches, and the pain was indescribable. My legs went weak and I instinctively covered my crotch - a mistake I couldn't help making. I paid for it as as Bethany added to my agony by nailing me with a followup combo, starting with hard body hits and finishing with a devastating left hook to the jaw and a uppercut to the chin that knocked me down on my back.

I felt Bethany pulling my trunks off as I started at the ceiling lights. Carol waited until Bethany had finished stripping me to start counting. She gave me a slow count, and I managed to get up to my feet by six. Carol asked if I wanted to continue; I said yes and a smirking Bethany came at me. There's no way she didn't notice how messed up I was; I got my hands in position, but I was still weak and sluggish from her dirty hit. I think I caught a lucky break here as a boxer with more experience would have come at me with controlled aggression, whereas Bethany practically strolled up to me and threw a wind-up overhand right that I could have seen coming from the next state over. I ducked under it and slammed my right fist into her stomach. Bethany didn't have her abs clenched and I heard her gasp as my glove sank into her stomach. She took a stumbling step back and I tried to capitalize, but she was more lightly stunned than really hurt and quickly had her guard back up, backing me off with some swift counterpunches. We briefly circled each other and I heard Staci calling for a tag - she must have thought I still looked wobbly out there. (I couldn't really disagree.) I trusted my girl enough to swallow my pride and back away from my opponent. Bethany put her hands on her hips and taunted me as I retreated, but I ignored her. I backed into my corner and Staci slapped my shoulder with her gloves.

We switched places, me stepping out onto the apron as Staci climbed between the ropes. Bethany put her gloves up as Staci barreled at her. The blonde fighter was surprised and a moment too slow as Staci landed a hard hook to Bethany's jaw. The force of the hit spun Bethany away from Staci, but my girlfriend stuck on her opponent, slamming a right into Bethany's side, then a left into her stomach. Bethany groaned and tried to back Staci off with some blind punches, getting lucky as one of her wild lefts smacked into Staci's right breast, pancaking it flat.

Staci was stunned, leaving herself open for a recovering Bethany to rock her with a series of shots to the body, finishing with a hard right that smacked into my girlfriend's stomach with a heavy thud. Staci backed away, trying to create enough space between her and her opponent to catch her breath, but Bethany stuck on her, trying to get past her guard with low hits aimed at Staci's stomach and big swinging hooks aimed at her sides. Staci manage to avoid getting hit, but she had to keep backing up to do so. Smartly, she was backing up towards me, and Bethany failed to notice that she was pursuing her prey straight into enemy territory.

As Staci came into our corner she dropped to her knees - from outside the ring I aimed a punch at Bethany, who had gotten close enough for me to connect. Having to reach so far took out some of the power, but the punch still stopped her long enough for Staci, still on her knees, to launch an uppercut into Bethany's pussy.

Bethany took a single reeling backwards step, then sat down heavily. Staci went behind her as Carol came over to count. She only got to 3 before Bethany was back on her feet, turning to face my girlfriend. But the damage was done as we had Bethany trapped; Staci backed her into our corner, bending her over with a hard shot to the stomach. Staci reached over her opponent and tagged me. As Bethany stood up I reached over the ropes, locking her arms up in a full nelson.  We had 60 long seconds to work over our opponent. The first double-team we'd ever scored had seen us beat the shit out of our unlucky target; we'd been practicing on Carol for our second double-team, where we wanted to attack our victim with pleasure. To this end Staci stepped into the corner, pressing her body against a captive Bethany, leaning forward and kissing her. Carol came up and started counting as Staci broke the kiss. Our opponent moaned as my girlfriend started on her nipples, teasing them with her tongue, giving each one long licks as they hardened. Bethany's partner was yelling at her across the ring to hold on, but I could tell from Bethany's squirming that Staci was having a profound effect. I saw Staci's right glove slip between Bethany's legs and start gently rubbing her pussy as my girlfriend kept licking and sucking on Bethany's small tits.

Carol hadn't even gotten to twenty yet and Bethany seemed to be in big trouble. She was warmed up for the finishing move, and Staci quickly pulled Bethany's trunks down to her ankles, then got on her knees in front of her opponent. Bethany made an effort to keep her legs closed, but with her arms locked, Staci had no trouble pushing her thighs apart. Looking over Bethany's shoulder I saw just the top of Staci's head as she started eating Bethany out.

With Carol's slow counting, Staci had quite a while to weaken our opponent, who I could feel losing strength in my grip. Bethany started moaning with every panting breath, her head rolling back on her shoulders (well, as far back as it could in my full nelson). By 40 I was having to hold her up; by 50 she was totally limp. To her credit she held on to 60 without cumming; Carol ordered me to release her and I gave Bethany a shove. She tried to take a stumbling step, but her trunks were still around her ankles, and for good measure she tripped over Staci, who was still on her knees in front of her. Bethany ended up falling to the mat on her face as I stepped between the ropes. I quickly pulled her trunks all the way off, handing them to my girlfriend for safekeeping.

To my amazement Bethany started slowly getting up. She managed to answer the bell, albeit looking very shaky. I made sure to get between her and her corner as Carol asked if she wanted to continue. Bethany said yes and put her guard up.

I toyed with the idea of backing her into our corner for another double-team, but it seemed like overkill as Bethany lumbered at me throwing a slow, clumsy left jab. I went under it and slammed a right hook into her stomach. She took a step back, bending over at the waist and gagging. I put my glove on the back of her head and pushed her down to the mat on her chest. I rolled her over onto her back, laying on top of her, pushing her legs apart with my own. Carol came over to see what I was doing, but didn't count as I got ready to finish Bethany, lining my cock up with her pussy.

This was tougher than I had anticipated; usually I would use my hand to guide my initial thrust, but there was no way to do this with my gloves on. Carol must have spotted the problem as she got on her knees behind me and I felt her hand wrap around my dick. (Perhaps the advantage of knowing the ref personally - or maybe she'd do this for any guy to move the match along; I guess in the end it doesn't really matter.) I pushed forward slowly, Bethany moaning as my tip pressed into her. Carol took her hand away and I bottomed out in Bethany's hot pussy.

No matter how close Staci had gotten her, I didn't want to take a chance here; I knew I'd never hear the end of it if I came first and blew our chances. I went with very short, quick strokes, making a mental note to send Carol flowers for making me do orgasm training. Bethany didn't make it easy on me - every thrust drew a short, high moan, getting closer together as I fucked her until it was one continuous panting breath. She went over the edge, her pussy wildly spasming as she came, her glove-covered hands wrapped around my back trying to pull me closer. I barely held on, fucking her through her climax, until her arms fell off me and she went totally limp.

I climbed off a completely spent Bethany. Carol counted the knockout, and I posed, soaking up Staci's cheers as Carol dragged Bethany out of the ring.

Beatrice started climbing through the ropes before Carol had even made it halfway. I was still the legal man, but Staci was eager to get in there, so I made the tag and took my place outside the ropes. I hoped that Beatrice would be blinded by rage and make a mistake Staci could capitalize on, but she quickly dashed my hopes with a careful, measured attack, probing Staci's defenses for weaknesses.

They settled into a long-distance duel. Staci was slightly shorter than Beatrice, so there wasn't much of a reach difference; instead, Staci's footwork and youth were up against Beatrice's years of experience. Staci got the early advantage, darting in and throwing flurries of punches and then backing away from Beatrice's counter-blows. This worked for a little while, but Beatrice was only getting hit with the occasional punch, swiftly blocking most of them, and I could see Staci starting to flush with effort. I called for a tag and she half turned to face me. Taking her eyes off her opponent was a mistake as Beatrice came around to her side and slammed a left hook into Staci's unprepared stomach. I saw Staci's eyes go wide and she turned back to Beatrice just in time to eat a right to the face that knocked her down.

Staci was more surprised and winded than truly hurt, and was back on her feet by two. She went for the tag, backing away from her opponent and into our corner. I tagged in and got between the ropes to face Beatrice. With her partner eliminated, we had our opponent isolated and my goal was just to wear her down and then tag out. As I put my gloves up and squared off with her I noticed her eyes flicking down to my hard cock. Sure enough she came in with a quick left jab at my crotch. I only realized too late this was a trap as my hands went down to cover my boys and her right hand flew at my face. Time slowed down as I saw her black glove coming at me.

She'd put a lot of power in this hit and it knocked me down on my back. I let Carol count for a few beats before I started getting up. I made it to my feet by four and waved away Carol asking me if I wanted to continue.

We squared off again and I decided to strike first this time, coming in with a low attack aimed at her stomach and crotch. Beatrice backed up, pushing all of my punches away. I tried to switch targets up to her head but I was too slow and ate a left hook to the jaw. I gasped and her followup right slammed into my stomach. I gasped and she capitalized with a quick combo of jabs to my head, finishing with a short uppercut that had me reeling. I covered up but she went under my guard, getting on my right side and sliding her glove all the way down my cock. She started gloving me, her black boxing glove a blur as she moved it up and down my rod.
"Hey!" Staci helpfully screamed. "Do something!"

What a wonderful idea. I pulled my opponent into a headlock - amazingly, this didn't even slow her down as she kept gloving me furiously. Only when I started punching the top of her head with my free hand did she escape. I let her go, happy to have her glove off my cock - she'd gotten me distressingly close.

We squared off again and I played up my tiredness, huffing and puffing, leaving my gloves just a tad low as I hunched over. Beatrice must've smelled blood and came in looking to lay me out, throwing quick, short punches, trying to open a hole in my defenses for a knockout blow. I let her tag me with a few jabs, backing up and grunting with each hit, until she thought she saw the fatal gap in my defenses.

If the massive right haymaker she launched had hit home, I'm sure I would have been knocked out. But I weaved away from it, leaving Beatrice stumbling forward in surprise, unable to stop her forward momentum. She ended up pressing her body against mine, her sweaty tits pressing into my chest. She tried to clinch, but I pushed her away. Her midsection was open and I hit her with a quick right to the stomach, following it up with a body combo. Beatrice tried to cover up, but I went around her guard, smacking lefts and right into her ribs and the sides of her stomach. When she brought her guard down I popped her in the face, her head snapping back with a grunt. I got my body weight into a left hook to the stomach that knocked her down on her butt, gasping. She got back up by three and I closed with her, torn between wanting to finish her and looking out for dirty tricks. I guess I wasn't looking close enough as Beatrice went around my opening left and came in through my guard, leaning in and kissing me. I stopped dead as her tongue pressed into my mouth and she clinched me.

Carol came over to break it up, but not before my opponent had wrestled my tongue into submission, and my head was buzzing as Carol separated us. Staci's voice cut through the fog in my head as she screamed "That's it! Tag me in!" I looked at her in a daze. "Tag me in, Scott! Fucking now!"

Well, I'd learned to trust Staci as a partner by now and I did as she said, backing away from Beatrice and tagging with my steaming girlfriend. Staci stepped between the ropes and attacked. Beatrice was getting worn down, losing a little speed - as it turned out just enough to make her easy prey for my girlfriend, who started off with a left hook that sent Beatrice's right breast flying in a shower of sweat. Beatrice tried to cover up, but Staci kept going after any unguarded spot - if Beatrice lifted her hands to cover her face and chest Staci pounded her stomach (with a few nasty low blows mixed in), and if Beatrice dropped her hands to protect this she started eating hard hits to the head and bare chest. Beatrice backed up, but she couldn't escape Staci, and soon the older fighter's hands were drooping my girlfriend landed punch after un-answered punch. Beatrice's face started swelling and her stomach began to bruise as she soaked up punishment, but refused to go down, even shaking off Carol asking if she wanted to continue.

Finally Staci backed a beaten Beatrice into a neutral corner. She bent Beatrice over with a uppercut to the stomach, then put her left glove on the back of Beatrice's head and started slamming punches into her face. Beatrice took five hits before falling down to her hands and knees. Carol came over to count, but Staci pushed her away and set Beatrice up for the finish. She lifted her opponent up, draping Beatrice over the top rope, facing out of the ring. Staci started laying punches into the back of her head. Beatrice sagged, the ropes holding her up, as Staci kept hitting her. After a dozen blows Carol told Staci to get her opponent off the ropes. Staci took a step back, leaving Beatrice to slowly fall, catching the bottom rope with one arm to barely stay kneeling.

"You're almost done," Staci taunted her as she approached. "Stay down and we'll go easy on you." Staci drew her arm back for a knockout punch; Beatrice looked up and tried to get her right glove up to block, but she was too slow, and Staci's fist slammed into her face. Beatrice was knocked off the ropes, going down on her back spread-eagled and limp. Carol came over to count, and to my amazement Beatrice started trying to get up; Staci wanted the match to continue and pushed Carol away whenever she started trying to count, and pulled Beatrice's trunks off to buy more time (as Carol never counted while someone was getting stripped). With all this Beatrice made it to one knee by eight, and Carol counted even slower than usual, allowing Beatrice to just beat the count, although she could barely stand. Carol waved the fighters together and a laughing Staci easily pushed Beatrice back into one of the empty corners, effortlessly dodging Beatrice's clumsy flailing. Staci hit Beatrice hard in the stomach to make her a little easier to work with, then hung her off the ropes, draping her beaten opponent's arms over the top rope, resting her feet on the bottom and her knees on the second rope. Beatrice's head sagged as she was left totally defenseless. Staci started laying punches into her stomach, Beatrice groaning with each hit. Staci only backed off after about ten punches when a gagging Beatrice coughed up a gob of spit. I called for Staci to finish the match and she turned to me just long enough to blow me a kiss, then turned back to her opponent for the coup de grace.

Staci got on her knees, burying her face in Beatrice's crotch. All the fight had gone out of the older woman, and she just rolled her head back, panting, as Staci ate her out. Carol made sure to get a good look as Beatrice lost the match, unable to even lift her arm as her younger opponent made her body betray her. Staci had spent some time practicing eating pussy on Carol, and it was paying off now as Staci broke Beatrice using her mouth. The beaten older woman managed to last a few minutes, but her defeat was inevitable; under my girlfriend's assault she started ramping up for her climax, her panting moans turning into a huge cry of pleasure as Staci pushed her over the edge.

Beatrice hung completely limp after her orgasm. Staci stood up and hooked her right glove around the back of Beatrice's head and pulled. The older woman came free from the ropes, landing right on her face with a unladylike splat of sweaty skin hitting canvas. Staci backed off as Carol came over to count the academic knockout. I came into the ring, running over to Staci and hugging her, pleasantly surprised as she stuck her tongue down my throat, tasting Beatrice's juices on her tongue and lips.

We were both pretty worked up and eager to get off on our opponents. Staci had managed to hold on to her trunks the whole fight, and now quickly shed them before walking over to Beatrice. She nudged the beaten woman over with her foot, then sat down on her face.

I turned to find Bethany back in the ring, ready to face the music. I had her lay down in the center of the mat and straddled her head, dragging my balls over her face, aiming my prick

at her mouth. I pushed into her mouth in one swift motion. The wet warmness felt wonderful as I gave her short thrusts, trying not to gag her. Bethany reached up and held on my hips with her gloves as my rod slid in and out of her lips.

As great as this felt, for the finish I wanted to go back to fucking her. I pulled out, sliding down her body until my slick rod was pressing against the wetness between her legs - either she had a bit of a sub side or she'd enjoyed her partner being finished as much as I had. I made ready to shuck my gloves to guide myself in, but before I got them off Carol showed up to lend a hand again, almost ruining my plan by giving my cock a few quick pumps before helping me into Bethany.

This time I didn't have to worry about not cumming and gave Bethany the longest, hardest strokes I could. She gasped with each thrust, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me down towards her as I fucked her. Between her mouth and Carol's hand I was already pretty wound up, but I lasted until Bethany started cumming under me - her cry of pleasure and then her squeezing inner walls pushed me over the edge. I spent my load deep in her pussy, my strokes getting shorter and weaker as I came until I lay still on top of her, both of us sweaty and panting.

I pulled out and Carol helped me up. We snapped some photos - the usual victory poses, plus a great one of Bethany and Beatrice kissing with my cock inbetween their lips - and went home to recover. It takes less time to heal up from a victory, but it was a few weeks before our next fight. When it came, it was a surprise I'd never thought to expect.

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...