Susan vs Allison bonus match: Susan vs Richard

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Susan vs Allison: Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Susan vs Allison: Part 2

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

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

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

"What about Dave?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Richard," I mumbled as defiantly as possible.

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

"She's not my girlfriend..."

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

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

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

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

"Pleasepunishmemrsfiorello," Allison mumbled.

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

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

Susan vs Allison: Part 1

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Scott's Boxing Adventure (Chapter 6)

Before I could get set up with another match, the day I'd dreaded finally arrived: my girlfriend found out about my clandestine boxing matches. I thought I'd covered my tracks completely, but one day while she was looking something for one of her classes up on my computer she searched my gmail and one of the results was an email chain between me and Carol. To say she blew her top is an understatement. At first she thought we were having an affair, but when she dug a little deeper and found all the recordings of the fights (unwisely saved in my google drive) everything came to light.

Once she calmed down a little bit and stopped screaming at me, she challenged me to a match. I turned her down; she had no idea how to box, and by this point I was getting, if not pretty good, at least skilled enough so that an opponent who didn't know how to throw a punch didn't stand much of a chance. But Staci told me that either I agreed to fight her, or she was going to break up with me, and on top of that, she'd now downloaded all the match recordings to a thumb drive and would upload them to the internet. I agreed to fight her, both because I didn't want my life to get wrecked, and, okay, I liked her enough to want to save our relationship. I went to Carol for help, and after a stern lecture on locking my computer with a password she agreed, even volunteering to train Staci and be her corner-woman - I protested that I wanted Carol in my own corner, but she pointed out that Staci really needed the help and told me to find someone else. I asked both Rosa and Cho, who both said yes. Rosa ended up having a scheduling conflict (namely a match against a six foot two French Canadian amazon I kind of wanted to see), so I went with Cho, who only asked me to return the favor later.

After that nothing happened for three agonizingly slow months as Staci trained; I kind of assumed she'd get bored and drop it, but apparently it agreed with her. I'd been forbidden any matches myself, so all I could do during this time was spar with Cho to try and stay in shape and keep my reflexes sharp. The match was finally made for a Friday afternoon at the old gym on Lark.

So I found myself standing across the ring staring into my girlfriend's sparkling blue eyes. (Apparently she didn't find it a problem fighting topless; I was almost getting used to my opponents starting bare-chested.) Between both of us being in college and Staci being in training I'd barely seen her, and she definitely looked like she had packed some muscle on her 5'5" frame; she was up to maybe 140 pounds. She'd also cut her beautiful, thick red hair shorter than usual - instead of its usual unruly mass that reached almost down to her butt, it was tamed into a simple light-banged wave that fell down just past her jaw. She'd even given up tanning as her sprinkling of freckles stood out against her pale skin. Her heart-shaped face had filled out a little, and as I looked I was surprised to note she'd worn makeup to the fight; it wasn't very heavy, but I doubted the pink eyeshadow and rogue she was sporting would last long once she started sweating. (The hot pink lipstick might do better.) As my gaze moved down I saw she'd coordinated it with her outfit her gloves, boots, and shorts were the same shade of pink, edged with white trim.

Staci stared back at me as Carol whispered last minute instructions to her. I still wasn't happy with Carol being in Staci's corner for the fight; she'd seen all of my matches either live or on tape, and was busy whispering in Staci's ear. Cho must have seen how tense I was as I felt her strong hands massaging my shoulders. "Relax," she whispered in my ear. "You're gonna kill her."

The bell rang and I came at Staci cautiously, testing her with a series of flicking jabs. I didn't get much of a chance to explore her defenses as Carol had apparently been teaching Staci dirty tricks; I had barely thrown two punches when she surprised me by coming in and aiming her glove squarely at my crotch. I deflected it, barely, and it hit my upper thigh. Pissed, I flung a left into Staci's flat tummy. She grunted but countered with a quick right to my face, drawing my guard up enough for a followup left hook to my stomach. I gasped, but manage to disengage by covering myself and backing off. Staci pressed her advantage a little too hard, launching herself after me with a huge right bomb that sailed well past my head. Overextended, she couldn't stop me from coming in and peppering her tits with jabs. She covered her large B's with her pink gloves - a rookie mistake; I hit her hard in the stomach and she groaned, then I followed up with a short uppercut that landed under her chin. She fell straight back, smacking hard into the mat.

I wanted to end this quickly and started counting. Egged on by Carol, my girlfriend was back on her feet by four. She glared at me over her gloves and attacked. I had hoped she was still riled up enough to be making mistakes, but she unleashed a methodical attack of quick little jabs and fakes, probing my guard. I had to admit she was better than I expected (or I was rustier than I realized) as she forced me back. Cho bellowed some helpful advice to "fuck her up". I could tell Staci was looking to trap me in one of the corners, probably to unleash God knows what Carol had showed her; luckily for me I'd been practicing my footwork and I caught her flat-footed. I came around to her right and turned her head with a left hook to the face. Staci turned half away from me and I came in, digging a right into her stomach. She shoved me away with a snarl, getting her guard back up before I could capitalize, but she looked rattled. I set a trap for her, throwing jabs at her face, and she obliged me by putting her guard up just a little bit too high; I planted a straight punch right on her waistband and she bent over, covering her tummy and coughing up some spit. One measured uppercut later and Staci was on her back again.
This time it looked like she was going to stay down for a little bit longer. Cho yelled at me to get her trunks, and I obligingly stripped them off, throwing them to my cornerwoman. Staci made it up by six, and she still looked a little woozy, although she put her hands up in a strong guard position. I guess she wasn't as stunned as I thought as she slipped my attack and punched me right in the crotch.

You're not allowed to wear cups in these matches, I've been told, and this hurt probably as much as you'd imagine. Suffice to say I ended up on my side in the fetal position, trying not to cry. Staci grabbed for my trunks - I tried to hold on; it's not easy to get them off wearing gloves - but Staci managed it as she rolled me onto my back, putting a stop to any resistance with a wicked gut punch. I didn't think this was legal, but nobody stopped her, and  she reached down and pulled my shorts off with her teeth. She hoisted them over her head, dancing around the ring as Carol cheered, which at least gave me a chance to start recovering; when she turned around and counted I was back up on my feet by five.

I couldn't help but feel a little cheated; I'd put this whole attack together to knock Staci down and get her bottoms off, and she'd just punched me in the dick to get mine. She motioned me on with her gloves and I had to choke down the urge to just charge her and try to lay her out with one punch. I figured I could get her to think that's what I was doing, at least; I screwed on my meanest face and threw a knockout right that had no chance of getting through her guard. I left my midsection open for her and she came in throwing a hard left, her eyes opening in surprise as I dodged right. Her hands were out of position and I pasted her with a right hook to the jaw. She brought her gloves too high up and I ripped a combo into her stomach, finishing with a short uppercut that had her gagging. She was defenseless now as I got one back by peppering her tits with jabs, drawing strength from Cho cheering me on and scoring my third knockdown with a big right to the temple.

Staci went down on her face with a satisfying splat, but my elation was short lived as she was on her hands and knees by two and back up at five. I hoped she was mad and going to make a mistake, but Carol yelled at her to watch her feet, and we settled into a duel - I tried to use my range to keep Staci too far to land effective hits, and she tried to get in close, where she could use her speed and get two punches for every one of mine.

I admit I was surprised by how good Staci was, but she wasn't quite good enough to press the kind of attack she was trying yet. She managed to close with me a few times, but I managed to back off each time, and she ate punches every time she tried to get close. After one straight right hand that landed right on her nose she took a step back, putting her hands on her knees and panting.

This might have flown in a practice match, but as far as I was concerned this was anything goes, and I came in and slammed a uppercut into her stomach. Staci gagged, bending over in front of me, gloves over her stomach. I put my left glove under her chin and tilted her head up so she was looking into my eyes, then floored her with a massive right hook.

Staci went down in a heap, and I was right on her. I rolled her limp body onto her back, then sat down on her stomach. I leaned down and started working on her tits with my mouth, flicking my tongue over her nipples, taking the left and then the right between my lips as Carol screamed for her to get up. With a groan Staci tried to push me away, but she was too weak to make much of an effort. I slid down, parting her thighs, and that finally brought Staci back to life as she frantically tried to kick me away. I had to back off and she got to her feet, looking a little woozy. I pressed my advantage, coming in and faking a pussy punch that drew her hands way down, then ripped a jab combo into her jaw. She stumbled back with only the barest semblance of a guard, and I followed, throwing punches of opportunity at whatever targets presented themselves - head, breasts, stomach, below the belt. I backed her into the ropes, and she covered her head, leaving me free to pummel her with gut punches. Just when I thought she was going to go down she darted forward off the ropes, not with a punch, but leading with her lips; I was so surprised I didn't stop her from planting a kiss on me. I barely had time to register the sweet taste of her pink lips than she was pressing her tongue into my mouth, and then I felt her forcing my hard cock into the hole in her glove.

I learned later getting a handjob with one of these special boxing gloves is called "getting gloved" - and Staci was distressingly good at it. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd been practicing this on someone; I shook this thought away and tried to escape by pulling away from my girlfriend, but her other glove was behind my head, and she pulled me in deeper. I was dimly aware of Cho screaming something at me, and I brought my hands up, pushing on Staci's shoulders with my gloves. I managed to push her enough so she had to break the kiss, but I was too slow to dodge the vicious left hook she threw into my face the second she had enough room, and the next thing I knew I was laying on the mat on my chest. Instead of counting Staci pounced, pinning me down with her weight, snaking her right arm around my neck in a chokehold. I tried to get up, but I was dizzy and only managed to roll us onto our right sides; this just made it worse as she resumed gloving me with her left hand. I could feel myself getting close to the edge, and if I didn't get out of this in a few seconds I was done for. Luckily my arms were free and I was able to push her left glove away, then threw an elbow back into her stomach. She released the chokehold and I rolled onto my chest and started getting up.

I had only got to my knees when she came in, aiming a knockout hook at my head. Desperately I threw a quick uppercut between her legs. It must have hit home as Stace stopped dead in her tracks with a howl, then bent over and covered her crotch. Panting, I got to my feet as Carol screamed for Staci to get her guard back up. She barely managed to do so before I attacked, but it was sloppy, and I got a quick left into her stomach. She grunted and threw a counter I ducked under. I came in throwing hooks at her breasts - they're just on the border between B and C cups, and made pretty good targets - and Staci backed up, almost running away from me as she tried to catch her breath. In the short term she managed to avoid getting hit with any more punches, but I cut her off from the rest of the the ring and started backing her into one of the empty corners. She lunged at my stomach with a quick right, but this was too little too late and I knocked it aside, coming in on her with a big left hook to the jaw. She spun away from me into the corner, and I came up behind her. With my left glove I cupped her left breast as best I could, and I moved my right arm around her body, sliding my right glove between her legs.

Stace's gloves had that special hole to work my cock, but my own gloves had been modified as well; the thumb section on each glove's outside edge was polished soft and slick, and I pressed it against Staci's bare pussy, rubbing gently. She slumped back against me with a groan, and I leaned my head down, sucking on her neck. I seemed to have found her weak spot as as Staci was in dreamland, not hearing Carol's screaming at her to fight back. My girlfriend slowly started coming around after a bit, sluggishly pushing herself away from me. I spun her to face me and slammed a knockout right hook into her face. She went straight back into the corner, grabbing the middle ropes awkwardly with her gloves, and bent over, barely standing. Moving in for the kill I used my left arm to push her up so she was standing straight, then started hitting her with my right, marching my punches up from just above her pussy, through her stomach, some tit hits that had her cursing, then hard hooks that turned her head with each impact. I finished her off with two last hard right hooks leading into an uppercut. No longer being held up by my left arm, I guided her down she was sitting on the corner, knees pulled up to her chest.

It was pretty clear she was done, but I didn't want to just count her out; I wanted to do something really special for the finish. I dragged her as gently as possible to the center of the ring and laid her out flat. What could I do to make her give up?

A lightblub went off as I hit on the one thing we hadn't done yet. I rolled Staci over and shucked my right glove, pulling my girlfriend up on all fours, kneeling behind her.  I pointed my cock at her asshole, moving until the crown was brushing up against her pucker. "Give it up, Stace," I growled as threateningly as possible. I pushed forward slightly and she yelped; I asked if she gave and she shook her head no.

So what could I do? I held position for a second as Cho came galloping out of my corner with a tube of KY jelly. She eagerly went to work coating my cock in it, then turned her attention to Staci, rubbing it in until Stace's brown eye was glistening. That was all the invitation I needed; I didn't even ask Staci if she wanted to give up again, I just pushed in, the warm, slick friction making me groan in pleasure. Staci let out a moan, her face pushed into the mat, and I started fucking her ass. I didn't go too quick, both because I wanted this to last, and I didn't want to hurt her. With my free right hand I started playing with her clit, rubbing it in a gentle circle; doing this while slowly easing in and out of her asshole was kind of like chewing gum and walking, but it felt great, and going from Staci's moans she wasn't feeling too bad either. Despite the pace, my girlfriend's warm, tight, lubed ass was wrecking my endurance; I felt myself creeping up on the edge, resisting the temptation to speed up as I went up the pleasure curve. I reached the point of no return and gripped Staci's hips, throwing my head back with a cry of victory as I started spurting into her ass. I hilted my cock as I came, her muscles squeezing against me as I emptied my balls.

Finished, I pulled out and rolled Staci onto her back. I asked if she was okay, and she managed a nod. I leaned down for a quick kiss on her forehead then got to my feet, holding my arms high in victory as Cho ran out of the corner and crushed me with a massive hug.

I didn't know at the time, but that was the last singles match I'd have for a very long while; I sure went out on a high note, and as I pulled Staci up and into a victory hug, I wouldn't have traded anything in the world for how I felt at that moment.

Scott's Boxing Adventure (Chapter 5)

Three weeks later I had the "real fight" Carol had promised me. I found myself at yet another anonymous little gym for a match with a friend of Carol's I'd met a few times, a middle aged landscaper named Cho. The first impression didn't exactly fill me with dread; she was physically much less impressive than my last opponent's rock-hewn physique, looking more like a tank at 5'6" and at least 230 pounds of flab-coated muscle. Her fat, droopy tits almost reached down to her belly button, topped by two big, dark nipples. I looked up, meeting her eyes; her flat, broad, round face gazed at me impassively under her heavy bangs, the rest of her black hair cut into a very simple fan that fell down to her shoulders. I checked out her outfit; worn red gloves, plain white and red trunks, white boots; she didn't even have a silk robe with her name on it, which I'd recently acquired for myself (black silk with SCOTT in gold on the back.)

Carol called us to the center of the ring. She really enjoyed the whole ref routine, getting into it as she barked that she wanted a "good fight," whatever that meant. Cho didn't take her eyes off me, and when Carol told us to touch gloves, Cho leaned in and whispered "You can call me mama." I nodded, at a loss what to say to that. Carol waved us back to our corners, then slid out of the ring and rang the bell.

I was brash out of the gate, coming at Cho with an aggressive mix of jabs and quick hooks. Cho weathered the assault well, holding me off without even needing to give any ground. I learned quickly she wasn't as nimble as some of my other opponents, but she was among the most skilled; before I could make much progress with my attack she took a snap shot at my unprepared stomach.

Her hit wasn't that hard, but it made me pause for a second, and that was all the opening Cho needed to unleash a combo of jabs, alternating hits to my jaw, sides, and gut, the last one leavening me open for a slower aimed straight punch that slammed into my face. I took a step back, but my guard was now too high, out of position, and she punished me with a left-right set of hooks into my stomach. I fell down to my knees, covering myself, and Cho started calmly counting.

I was back on my feet by three, but she gave me until eight. Then she came at me. I was starting to feel overmatched; I had speed, I had reach, and I had all the energy of a horny 20 year old, but Cho's methodical skill had so far negated all my advantages.

So I took a more defensive tack, trying to keep enough space between us for my reach advantage to let me hit her unanswered; this fell apart quickly. I'll be the first to admit that I'd neglected to spend much time on my footwork, and I just couldn't keep enough distance between the two of us; every time I tried to back up or swing to the side she stuck right on me. She wasn't landing too many punches, and they didn't have overwhelming power, but she managed to get her body weight into most of the hits she planted. She was wearing me down and I made a mistake, overcommitting to a big right hook that I had intended to back her up; instead she came in around it, turning my head with a left jab, then bending me over with a followup right to the stomach. I braced myself for the knockout punch, but instead Cho pulled me towards her. Surprise robbed me of any ability to fight back and she stuffed my face between her sweaty tits. She locked a breast smother on with both her arms behind my head, keeping me stuck there even as I fruitlessly pushed on her.

Quickly running low on breath, I started trying to throw punches into Cho's sides, but I was blind and at a bad angle. She just held on, pulling me in even more, if possible. She started walking forward, driving me along with her; I planted my legs to try and stop her, but the lack of oxygen was weakening me. I felt my back touch the ropes and Cho released me from the hold. I opened my mouth to take a big gulp of air and she landed a cruel stomach punch, stopping me cold. She pushed my shoulders against the ropes and started using my midsection like a heavy bag, slamming home punch after punch. I was defenseless, only held up by my arms draped over the ring ropes, doing my best not to throw up.

When she left off, I was a wreck; I couldn't even lift my arms. Cho got on her knees in front of me, and I stared down at her as she leaned forward.  She pressed her face into my crotch, rubbing her nose against my dick. Despite myself I started getting hard, and as soon as I started pitching a tent she started licking my unit through my trunks. I leaned back into the ropes as she moved her lips up and down my rod, the loose silk rubbing gently against my dick. This felt great and I took a breather, telling myself I'd just catch my breath while she worked me over. After a minute or two I was feeling a little bit better (and she was getting me alarmingly aroused); I reached down to try and push her away, but she held on, pulling my shorts down to my ankles. I reached back for another attempt, but she stopped me cold as she started licking my cock. I couldn't help moaning as she flicked her tongue over my bare tip.

As good as this had felt with my silk trunks in the way, it was enough to immobilize me with pleasure as she started sucking on my bare rod. I might have just given it up right there but for Carol yelling at me to do something; then she threatened that I wouldn't get another match for a year if I didn't move my ass. I reached down and pushed Cho away; this time I managed to get enough muscle to back her off as she got to her feet and mercifully took a few steps back.  

I came off the ropes to meet her and, having forgotten that my trunks were down around my ankles, fell right on my face with my first step. I kicked my trunks off and was up by four, although Cho gave me a standing eight count before lumbering at me. I was still woozy and pretty close to cumming, and my immediate goal was just to hold her off until I could recover. Unfortunately for me I had only managed to get about six inches away from the ropes, and Cho came in with the same methodical attack she'd used near the start of the fight when I had fruitlessly tried to use my reach advantage. I didn't have any ground to give up; What other edge did I have over her?

Out of desperation, I went in for a slugging match. I figured I was younger, stronger, in better shape, and in a straight up punch for punch exchange I'd come out on top. Cho obliged me and we stood toe to toe, not even bothering with jabs, going right to laying big hooks and straights into each other.

At first I thought this was working great; Although I was getting hit with a lot of punches, Cho seemed to be getting it even worse, helped by the fact that I could hurt her by tagging her tits. (There was one beautiful left hook that hit her right breast, sending it flying to the side in a shower of sweat - the camera got a great angle on this one, and Carol emailed me the still a few days later.) I even managed to start driving Cho back towards the middle of the ring. Cho could absorb a lot of punishment, but I could tell she was getting hurt as her soft stomach started bruising up. Her punches started losing a little bit of speed and power and I pressed in for the kill. I managed to ring her up with a unanswered combo of hooks to her body that left her reeling. I unloaded a left and a right into her face, then got her with a textbook uppercut that landed on her chin. Cho's head snapped back and she went down, slamming into the mat with the sweetest smack of sweaty skin on canvas I could remember.

I watched Cho, unsure if I should count or get her bottoms; she lay still for a second, her heavy breasts rising and falling as she gulped down air, but as she started stirring I knew there was no way she was knocked out. I darted in and stripped of her trunks, then backed off as she slowly got to her feet, and I gave her a standing eight since she'd done the same for me. She shook her head and we closed.

I hoped to pick up where we left off, but Cho was having none of that; every time I closed with her she'd dance out of the way while throwing a counterpunch. I couldn't crack her defense, and her constant blows started taking a toll on me again; while we were going toe to toe I'd managed to ignore most of the damage from all the punches she'd hit me with, but they were starting to catch up with me now as I came down from the adrenaline high. I found myself panting, chasing her around the ring. I stopped to take a breather and I must have left my guard slack as Cho sprung forward, slipping her left glove between my hands. It was a quick little jab and it didn't have much power, but it stung, and I instinctively threw a counter with my right. Thus must have been what Cho was waiting for as she knocked it away and landed her right glove squarely in my solar plexus. I backed away covering myself, but she found another gap in my guard and smacked a quick left into my face. I gave ground, trying to keep my guard steady, but no matter where I put my hands she found a way in; I was tired and getting sluggish, and I retreated under a unanswered hail of blows until my back hit the ropes. I made an attempt to escape by going around Cho, but she cut me off; I tried to back her up with a right, but my speed was sapped, and she simply took it on the gloves, then came in and bent me over with a hard left to my aching stomach. I had to grab the ropes and hang on to avoid going down; Cho came in for the kill and started working me over like a heavy bag.
Once again I found myself hanging on the ropes, but I was in very bad shape this time; I knew if I let go I wouldn't be able to stand, and all I could do was soak up punishment as Cho hit me with punch after punch. After about fifteen blows she went into a finishing combo, pounding me with heavy punches to the stomach, then a few hooks to the jaw, finishing with a crushing uppercut that hit me so hard I stood straight up. I fell forward, watching in slow motion as the mat came up and hit me in the face.

Somehow I managed to roll over, my vision swimming as I saw Cho standing over me; through my ringing ears I could distantly hear her counting me out. At ten she shucked her gloves and dragged me to the center of the ring. As she laid me spread-eagle I still couldn't move. She squatted between my legs, grabbing my cock with one hand and my nuts with the other. She milked my balls and worked on my rod with two fingers and a thumb; I got hard in her hand and she stroked me until I was fully erect. She released me and moved up, positioning herself over my hips. She pushed her pussy lips apart and eased down. I gasped as I entered her, and she slid down until I was completely inside her. 

She started fucking me cowgirl style, and Cho rode me like she'd fought: Slow, steady, and certain. My girlfriend is more of a slamfucker, and I wasn't used to my opponent's technique; as she slid her hips back up I tried to thrust up into her, but she gently pushed down on my stomach. I got the message and lay flat and she went to work.

Cho set a pattern where she lifted herself up until just the head of my cock was still in her, then slid down in one slow, sure stroke, clenching her pussy muscles as she hilted herself on me. After just a second she relaxed, then started the upstroke, up until only my tip was still inside, hovering for just a second, then starting another downstroke as I writhed under her.

It's fair to say this drove me wild. I don't know how long she rode me; I was already a sweaty mess after the beating I'd taken, and my brain almost shut down as I couldn't focus on anything but the maddening pleasure Cho was driving into my shaft, the hypnotic bounce of her heavy tits as she slid up and down, and the rhythmic, panting gasps we were both letting loose. I felt the need for release building, becoming maddening, almost torturous as Cho fucked me. Finally the dam burst; I went over the edge during one of her downstrokes. I bucked weakly against her, spurting into her pussy, my climax all the more powerful for having been slowly built. Cho finished the stroke, pinning my shaking hips against the mat, sitting there squeezing and releasing as my balls drained into her. I lay as limp as I'd ever been, barely aware enough of what was going on to be surprised as she leaned down and kissed the top of my head.
Cho climbed off me and I dimly realized she hadn't finished yet as she straddled my head. I took a deep breath and she sat down, pressing her hairy, cum-spattered pussy into my face. All I could do was hold on as she got herself off, smearing the pungent mix of my jizz and her juices around as she rubbed her cunt over my nose and mouth.

And that's how my "real fight" ended; Cho got herself off, then we hugged, and I dragged myself to the back to take a shower. Despite my loss (and barely being able to walk after what Cho had done to me) I was feeling pretty good, and already thinking about my next fight. Little did I know how awry my plans were about to go.