The Exes Problem (M/F and F/F)

“Hey, pussy boy.” I looked up as my fiance’s ex plopped into the seat next to me. “Heard you’re getting hitched to my girl.”

“Hello, Valentina,” I sighed. “Yes, I asked Kimberly to marry me, and she said yes. And she’s not your girl anymore.” Valentina’s face was already wearing the shit-eating grin that always got on my nerves, no matter how much I tried to ignore her. “It’s been six years. Why don’t you just move on?”

“Please,” she tucked her long black hair behind one ear, “like she could be happy with a pussy boy like you. I know you’re not woman enough for her.” (Well, I guess that was true?) “She’ll come back to me eventually.”

“Whatever.” I tried to go back to reading my book and keeping an ear out for my order number to come up. I was used to Valentina’s annoying, unwelcome presence by now; she had a habit of showing up wherever me or my fiance went. Frankly, it had been a long six years. Not that I held her ex against Kimberly; I had my own clingy ex we both had to deal with as well. We tried to laugh about it, but I really wasn’t in the mood today, and it didn’t get any easier as Valentina stared at my Kindle screen.

“What are you reading, nerd?”

It was The Crimson King, but I knew enough not to encourage Valentina by telling her the truth; the easiest thing to do was get her wound up so she’d leave or get thrown out. “A guidebook for dealing with annoying, clingy ex-girlfriends.”

“Oh yeah? Why would you need that?” She stuck her head under my left arm, forcing it up so she could get a better look at the screen, displaying her annoying disregard for personal space. “Who’s Magnus?”

“He’s - “ I stopped myself, remembering not to let her drag me into any kind of conversation. “Is there something you want, or are you just following me around again?”

“Weeellll, pussy boy, I was thinking about that little wedding. I thought it would be fun, getting drunk and when the priest is like, ‘if anyone objects,’ and I would stand up and -”

“You’re not invited!”

“Oh, I know. But you can’t keep me out. Saturday the 23rd at 1542 Oakview, arrive by 3 PM -” Fuck! How had she figured that out? I hadn’t posted anything about it on Facebook, and we’d skipped making a wedding announcement just to keep her and my own ex out. I guess by now I should have been used to her getting this kind of information, but I’d allowed myself to hope she wouldn’t find out this time. Apparently savoring my angry look, she flashed that shit-eating grin again. “Now, pussy boy, I’ll stay away, on one condition.” She pulled her head out from under my arm. “You agree to fight me.”

This was something she’d been after for years and years and years with no success. Besides the fact that I didn’t want to beat up a girl, I also didn’t see the upside for agreeing to fistfight my girlfriend’s ex; I’m sure she had all kinds of twisted shit to unleash on me if I lost, and if I won, what would I have gained? It’s not like she would have stopped harassing me and Kimberly. “Think it over,” she smirked. “Go home and ask my girl what she wants to do. I’ll be waiting.” She got up and left, leaving me to frantically text my fiance.

In the end we decided we had no choice; getting drunk and making a scene at the wedding is exactly the kind of thing we’d come to expect from Valentina, and if there was even a chance we could avoid an incident, I thought it was worth taking the chance. I emailed Valentina, who sent back a delighted message with a time, a place (her apartment), and a set of rules: Kimberly had to come along and watch the whole fight, and the winner got to do whatever they wanted with the loser. Kim grimly packed up her Mickey Mouse backpack with tools to punish Valentina with if I won - the big electric razor to shave her, handcuffs to leave her cuffed to some heavy furniture or a heating pipe, and a red ball gag (“to shut her up for once,” Kim seethed). I was sure Valentina had her own things she was planning for me, which I tried to put out of her mind.

When we got there on the night in question, Valentina answered the door in a white silk bathrobe, then let us in and proudly showed off the fighting area - she’d cleared a large open area in her bedroom, the floor covered in thick cream carpeting that should at least cushion any falls a little bit. Kimberly took her seat on the bed and Valentina whipped off her bathrobe, revealing that she was wearing just a hideous rainbow leopard print bottom, her big natural tits hanging free. Her large, dark nipples were already hard - with excitement, I decided, since the room was pretty warm.

As I stripped down to my shorts I gave her body a long look - nothing pervy, trying to get a handle on how the fight would go. I had a little height on her - my near-six feet to her five and a half or so - but neither of us were really in great shape; I’m a little on the thin, reedy side of normal, and Valentina is more towards the fleshy side; she’s not fat exactly, but very curvy with large tits, wide hips and a big bubble butt. Her skin was medium dark under the bright overhead light, and her long, dark black hair looked like I could get a good grip on it; she was already tucking her hair behind her left ear, and I hoped she might absentmindedly do it during the fight as well and give me an opening.

“You ready, pussy boy?” She put her fists up, and I did the same.

“Ready.”

“Noooooooooo mercy for this pussy boy!” she yelled and came on, throwing punches. I caught a few on my arms and fists, but she surprised me with a low one that went under my hands and smacked into my stomach. The pain was more intense than I had imagined and I froze, letting Valentina slip a straight right through my guard, landing square in my face.

I stumbled backwards with my arms over my head and Valentina followed me, kneeing me in the stomach and bending me over, then before I knew what was happening she grabbed me and tossed me over her. I landed hard on my back, the carpet not as soft as I hoped, and as I looked up into her shit-eating grin it occurred to me that I may have fallen into a trap; the fight had come upon me so quickly I hadn’t had any time for training, but for all I knew she’d been hard at work for months. This certainly seemed to be the case as she grabbed two handfuls of my red hair and pulled me to my feet, then hip-tossed me back down to the ground, leaving me hurt and winded. She straddled my midsection, grinning down at me, and I realized she was about to drop all of her weight on me; at the last second I managed to scoot up on the carpet, leaving her to sit down heavily with a grunt. This gave me enough time to get to my feet and she did as well, taking up her boxing stance from the start of the fight with her fists in front of her face. I decided to try fistfighting with her again; maybe the first time had been a fluke. I closed with her swinging punches at her head, but I couldn’t land a solid hit; she took my punches on her fists or forearms, or weaved back away from my hands, or ducked under my blows. After a half dozen whiffs she hit back, coming up from a duck with a hard short uppercut that hit me in the stomach. I managed not to bend over or throw up at the impact, but my hands dropped and Valentina hit me with a right hook to the jaw so powerful I turned with the blow, landing on the carpet on my chest.

Valentina put her foot on my back, and in a haze of pain I thought she was just showing off, but a second later I felt her get a solid grip on my shorts and underwear and start pulling them off. I had enough sense to reach down and try to hold on to my bottoms, but it was too late; she pulled both items off and I rolled over to see her holding them over her head for my fiance, cackling. She tossed them away and looked down at me with that grin of hers.

“This all you got, pussy boy?” She put her right foot under my balls, lifting my junk up for a better look. “Don’t know how you can keep her satisfied with this thing.” To my intense embarrassment, I was getting hard, and this didn’t escape her notice either: “You enjoying this, pussy boy? Well” - she lifted her foot up for a stomp, and with speed born of terror I backed away from her, getting into a defensive crouch on one knee. Valentina put her fists up in her boxing stance again; I knew by now there was no way I could match her in a fistfight, but I wasn’t sure what else to do as I got to my feet and put my hands up as well. Maybe I could wrestle with her? I knew men were generally stronger than women, and I changed my stance, holding my hands out open in front of me, challenging her to a test of strength, hoping her pride would lead her to underestimating me, trying to overpower me. I came at her slowly, and sure enough Valentina lowered her fists slightly, and as she got into range, she lunged forward and we locked hands. For a second I thought I’d made a big mistake as she was stronger than I’d anticipated; she couldn’t force my hands down, but she made me take a few steps back as I tried to brace my feet against the carpet. I managed to find my footing and slowly start pushing Valentina back; her grunts of effort were music to my ears as I got the upper hand. I forced her back to where we’d first locked up in the center of the room, and my heart pounded as Valentina’s hands slowly started going down. Her face was reddening with effort and we were both sweating, but I was in control now; she was forced down to one knee, and I was already thinking about what I was going to do to her when I got her on the floor when she rolled backwards, planting one foot in my stomach and monkey flipping me over her head.

Once again I found myself laying flat on my back looking at the ceiling. This time Valentina didn’t use a move that required any setup that would give me a chance to move out of the way; the next thing I knew she was sitting on my face, rubbing her crotch over my nose and mouth. I became aware she’d gotten excited during our fight as her thin underwear was soaked with her juices where she ground her pussy against my face.

For a second I just lay there in shock; coming to my senses I started pushing up against her large ass, but I couldn’t get the leverage to shift her weight. She’d been content to just ride my face until I started moving; when she felt my hands on her rump she reached behind her and grabbed two handfuls of my hair, pulling my face deeper between her legs. I tried to reach up and get her wrists to break her hold, but I couldn’t manage it. Valentina leaned back, the only thing keeping my nose from going up her ass the thin, butt-sweat soaked materials of her bottoms. I felt her feet close around my embarrassingly hard cock, trapping my shaft between her high arches; she must’ve shifted position so she could do this. I knew if she made me cum I’d be in big trouble, but pushing her off had failed and I wasn’t sure what else to try. The lack of air underneath her large butt combined with her resistance-sapping footjob was already making it hard to think. Luckily, it came to me before I came myself - I lifted my legs up off the carpet, thinking I’d be able to snap them shut over Valentina’s head or neck and wrench her off me. In practice, she saw this move coming and grabbed both my ankles, pulling my legs straight up and splitting them like a V, which at least stopped her feet from stroking my shaft. I felt her weight shift again as she leaned forward, releasing my left leg, keeping her grip on my right ankle; her free hand replaced her feet on my dick and she started briskly jerking me off. I’d managed to get myself into an even worse position! I pounded my fists on the soft carpet in frustration. Knowing my fiance was watching her ex destroy me only made it worse. Feeling myself coming close to the edge, I tried to calm down and think. I had one leg free and I laid it flat on the carpet before kicking up and back, aiming for Valentina’s face. I hit something (I think her chest) and it was enough to dislodge her; the overhead lights almost blinded me as she fell off me backwards with a surprised yell. I knew I had to get up before she finished me and got to my knees facing her as quickly as I could, but I was winded and she was already on her feet, charging me. Acting on pure instinct I threw myself backwards and lay flat as she charged passed, the football punt she’d aimed under my chin going wild. She must have put all her momentum into this as she rather ungracefully fell down a few steps later. This gave me enough time to get to my feet, and Valentina got up herself, looking less winded than I’d hoped. She put her fists up and advanced on me. I knew I couldn’t match her in a fistfight and resolved to surprise her, putting my hands up for a test of strength; she warily changed her grip like she was going to accept, but as we closed I lunged forward, grabbing the waistband on her bottoms and pulling them down to her feet. I had a notion of pulling on them while they were around her ankles to trip her, but she surprised me by just stepping out of them, leaving me looking up at her grinning face.

“You enjoying that view, pussy boy?” She landed a wicked kick that hit me in the face and I went flying backwards, my back hitting the carpet, still holding her underwear. Too late I saw her straddling my midsection, and she dropped her weight down, her large ass slamming into my stomach. I barely had time to brace a little, and I think that’s all from saved me at barfing at the pain and shock of her ass drop - which was small consolation as she still knocked the wind out of me. My hands flopped to my sides, dropping her underwear, as I coughed and gagged. Valentina paused to smile at Kimberly before turning back to me, grabbing both of my wrists and pinning them next to my head, then leaning down; the last thing I saw was the wide brown valley between her tits as she applied a sitting breastsmother on my face.

I was in a very bad spot, but it could have been worse; it seemed Valentina had spent more time working on her boxing and grappling skills than this move, as even with her huge tits hanging on either side of my face, I was able to turn my head and catch occasional breaths; not enough to be comfortable, certainly, but enough to keep her from smothering me out. If she could use her hands I think she’d have been able to finish me right here, but she had to use them to hold me down and sort of had the tiger by the tail.

Of course, I couldn’t do anything from where I was either; my hands were trapped, and Valentina was too far forward for me to be able to knee her in the back and unseat her. All I could do was lay there as my opponent perspired on top of me. When she realized that the smother wasn’t working as well as she hoped, she leaned up just a tiny bit and started rubbing her tits all over my face; I caught one in my mouth she froze as I started gently sucking it. For a blissful second I thought she was going to let me work her over like this but she must have realized the danger as she slid down my body, leaving us face to face. She reared back and I stared at her dumbly wondering what she was doing until she gave me a vicious headbutt, smacking the hard upper part of her skull into my face; I was left reeling, seeing double and feeling a small, warm trickle of blood seeping out from just under my hairline.

Valentina slid down my body until she was between my legs, looking up at me; by the time I came to enough to realize the danger it was too late, her left hand latched solidly onto my balls and her right index finger pressing against my asshole.

“You know what’s coming now, pussy boy?” I looked down at her and shook my head in terror. “I’m gonna get your boy pussy.” With that she pushed her finger up my ass. Instinctively I tried to close my legs around her hands, but a firm squeeze on my nuts convinced me to relax. All I could do is lay back and gasp as she worked her index finger all the way in. Her other hand came off my balls - no longer needed to control me as she started finger-fucking my asshole- and went to my cock, which had deflated; she quickly got me hard again with a ring grip using her index finger and thumb, changing to a whole-hand jerkoff as I became painfully erect against my will. I knew I had to do something or I was about to lose the match; the fog of embarrassment and pleasure from her hands cornholing me and stroking my cock left my legs weak, and the only other thing I could do was lean up, grunting with effort, thinking I could reach between my legs and and at least stop her hand from going up and down my shaft. I did manage to stop this, but not by grabbing her hand; seeing me move, Valentina fit my cock between her pillowy tits, and I was left just brushing her nipples with my fingers as she flashed that god-damned grin at me. “Aw, pussy boy, look at that. I made your little weenie disappear!”

I knew that to lean back meant accepting defeat, but I was simply out of gas; I didn’t know what else to do, and surrendering to the inevitable, I laid flat on my back with a moan as she titfucked me. With her finger still reaming my ass, she only had one hand free to hold her breasts together around my cock, but I found that this was all she needed to destroy my resistance; I was too far gone to last more than a dozen up and down strokes of her bare boobs on my shaft. “You’re finished, pussy boy. Are you gonna shoot for me now?”

“No,” I lied. “No - no - aaaaaaaaahhhhh!” I started spurting between her tits, hearing myself cry out pathetically as she made me cum, her invading finger switching from a pistoning motion to staying fully inserted, tickling my prostate.

Suffice to say by the time I was finished cumming, the fight was finished too; Valentina popped her finger out of my asshole and stood over me, planting one bare foot on my face as she posed for my fiance. All I could do was stare at the overhead light and gasp as Valentina went to her bag of tricks; I heard Kim gasp, and when I had enough energy to crane my head up I saw that my opponent was wearing a strapon harness with a long, neon pink dildo attached. She winked at me while stroking it. “Looks like mine’s bigger, pussy boy.” She swaggered over to where I was still laying on the carpet and kneeled on my shoulders, swinging her hips back and forth, the strapon less than an inch from my mouth. “You ready to beg for me now, pussy boy?”

“Please,” I managed.

“Please what?” She smacked me in the face with the strapon.

“Please don’t use - “ before I could finish she pinched my nose shut, and when I had to open my mouth to breathe, she jammed the strapon in so far I gagged. She got a two-handed grip on my hair and started fucking my mouth, grunting and panting over me as she hammered the strapon so far into my mouth I thought I might throw up. After a rough minute or two of this she backed off a little bit, pulling out so the dildo was waving in front of my lips. “Better suck my dick real good, pussy boy! You know where it’s going after this! Get it nice and lubed up!” she slapped me in the face. I opened my mouth and started sucking her cock, trying and failing to ignore her taunting laughter. I attempted to leave as much spit as possible behind, but I’d never done this before, and I guessed it just had to be good enough as she climbed off me.

“Now, pussy boy, am I gonna do you missionary or doggy?” She aimed her shit-eating grin at my disgusted fiance. “Kimberly, which one do you want to see?”

“Neither,” Kim spat. “Why don’t you just let him up and we’ll leave?” Ignoring this, Valentina turned to look back at me, still grinning.

“Well, pussy boy, I don’t want to see that dumb face of yours, so I think we’re gonna do doggy. I’m going to get off you, and you’re gonna get on all fours like a good little pussy boy, right?” I nodded, resolved that I’d lost and would have to take my licks, hoping to just get it all over with as quickly as possible. She lifted off me and I rolled over onto my chest and then got to my hands and knees. She came up behind me and I gasped as she spit into my asshole, then pressed the tip of her strapon against my entrance. It slid in and I heard myself moaning pathetically as she worked it all the way in to the hilt; it hit my prostate and my cock started getting hard again, embarrassment and pleasure mixing in my mind as my fiance’s ex started fucking my ass. “Ever been fucked like this before, pussy boy? Ever been cuckolded by a lesbian, pussy boy? You know that’s next!” She got a one-handed reacharound grip on my cock and started jerking me off. I was a grunting, rock-hard, humiliated mess unable to stop my fiance’s ex from doing whatever she pleased with me. “Ahh, looks like you love it, pussy boy! Kim, you seeing this?” she shouted. “This is the only thing men are good for!” Her free hand gave my ass a wicked slap, then grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back so I made eye contact with my fiance. Kim was sitting on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, an incredibly pissed look on her face; I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t have to see how angry and disappointed she was with me. Despite everything, Valentina’s hand stroking my cock and her strapon stimulating my prostate was too much for me; to add the cherry on top my tormentor noticed how close I was getting, her hand moving even faster up and down my shaft. “Here it comes, Kim! Watch this! Pussy boy’s gonna give it all up for me!” I came, my entire body shaking as I shot spurt after spurt of cum straight down on Valentina’s carpet. She milked me dry, then pushed me down into my own cum. She got on top of me, the strapon still buried in my ass. She yanked my left arm up behind my back and tugged my engagement ring off, slipping it over her own finger with a little bit of trouble. That brought my wife up off her seat.

“Stop!” Kimberly screamed. “He’s had enough! You beat him up, you fucked his ass, and you made him cum! You proved your point; let him go!”

“Proved my point?!” Valentina pulled halfway out of my ass and then pistoned down, making me squeal.“Then you’ll dump him for me -”

”No!” Kim screamed. “We’re finished, don’t you get it? I dumped you six fucking years ago! We are never getting back together! Leave me alone! Get out of my life!” With this my fiance launched herself at her ex. Valentina barely had time to pull out of me and start getting up before Kim slammed a hard punch into her tummy.

I rolled over to watch them fight. Even beaten up, fucked, and humiliated laying on the carpet, worry over my wife taking on her ex in a fistfight pierced the fog covering my mind; Kimberly is five two in her bare feet (and she had her sneakers on so let’s call it 5’3’) up against five foot and a half of Valentina, so the height mismatch wasn’t too bad. Valentina was definitely curvier - my wife is a compact, solid woman whose B cups in her tank top looked quite modest compared to Valentina’s big, bare tits. On body alone I’d probably give my fiance a slight edge, but I was worried about skill; Valentina had surprised me with her boxing ability, and I was hoping my girl wasn’t walking into a knockout. For the moment at least it appeared I had nothing to worry about as Valentina looked sluggish after Kimberly’s opening hit, getting her hands up too slow to block the followup right, and the two women started having a very angry, sloppy boxing match. Valentina got some good hits in, but she quickly started losing the fight, I like to think because I’d softened her up. Kimberly knocked the wind out of her ex, then knocked her down with a big right hand to the head; Valentina was laid out flat on her back, her strapon pointing at the ceiling. Kim circled her, barking “Stay down!” but her ex rolled over onto her hands and knees and started trying to get up. Kim came in and savagely punched her in the back of the head, dropping Valentina to the carpet on her face; then Kim stated stomping her, still with her shoes on, smashing the bottom of her foot into Valentina’s sweaty back, her bare ass, the backs of her arms, and a couple really nasty stomps to the back of her head. Valentina tried to cover up, but with only two arms there was always somewhere for Kim to hit. After softening Valentina up a little bit Kim sat down on her back, grabbed two handfuls of Valentina’s dark hair and started slamming her ex’s face into the ground. The carpeting lessened the impact a bit, but after a half dozen slams Valentina was bleeding from her nose, and her eyes had a vacant look in them; Kim went in for one last slam, then rolled her ex over onto her back, sitting down on her heaving stomach.

“Are you going to leave us alone now?!” Valentina didn’t answer and Kim slammed a right hook into the side of her face, sending her head flying in a shower of sweat and blood. Kim gave her a equally powerful left; Valentina started crying, sobs her only answer to Kim screaming that she never wanted to see her again. Kimberly didn’t get the answer she wanted and climbed off Valentina, pulling her ex up to her feet, bending her over and getting a headlock on Val, dragging her over to the large wooden dresser against the far wall. Kim yanked the dresser open and stuffed Valentina’s head halfway in. “Last chance!” she screamed. Val just kept crying and I winced as Kimberly slammed the dresser closed on Valentina’s head. Her body went limp and Kim gave her another one; Val fell backwards off the dresser, landing in a heap on the carpet.

Kimberly dragged Valentina back to the center of the carpet, leaving her lying spread-eagled next to me. Kim pulled my ring off her ex’s finger and presented it to me with a growl of “put this back on” that I quickly obeyed. Then she turned back to her ex. “You ready to say it now? Tell me we’re never going to hear from you again.” She gave Val a slap across the face. “Say it!”

“I’m sorry,” Valentina whispered hoarsely.

“Did I ask if you’re sorry?” Kim yelled, slapping her again.

“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “Please!”  Kimberly gave her a third slap.

“I don’t care if you’re fucking sorry! Rory, get over here!”

With a groan I got up and came over to where Valentina lay on the mat, shaking and crying. Kimberly gravely slid her shorts and underwear off and planted her crotch on Valentina’s face, looking down at her feet. My fiance grabbed my cock, which was at half-mast. “I need you to get hard again. Apparently, this dumb bitch needs to learn the hard way.” She popped my dick into her mouth and started blowing me. It took a little time after two climaxes, but her lips sliding up and down my shaft got me fully erect again. She pushed me away and told me to go between Valentina’s legs; I pushed her thighs apart, and at my fiance’s commands lifted Valentina’s ankles and draped them over my shoulders. I pushed my hips forward and entered her. We started using Valentina like a sex toy, my wife riding her face while I fucked her, Val’s sticky strapon rubbing against my stomach. Kimberly leaned forward a bit and started making out with me as we destroyed her ex. I can honestly only credit having cum twice already for how long I managed to last; I felt Valentina climax at least once, her legs squeezing against me and her pussy clenching as she came, then her body going slack as I kept fucking her. Kimberly was the next to cum, leaning against me as she ground her pussy into her ex’s face, wrapping her arms around me and screaming in pleasure as she finished. She didn’t get off her seat on Valentina’s face, although her hips stopped moving; she told me to finish quickly and I picked up the pace, giving Valentina short, quick strokes, until I felt myself passing the limit, my hip thrusts losing some power as I started cumming deep in Val’s pussy.

When we climbed off her, Valentina was a mess; sweat covering her whole body, my cum dripping out of her pussy, her own blood and her ex’s thick juices covering her beaten face. She never did say she’d leave us alone, but as we got dressed and left her a beaten mess on the floor, it didn’t look like we’d have to worry about her for quite a while.

Chapter 2

My wedding went off without a hitch (although my butt was a little sore), and the honeymoon was wonderful. In the cascade of congratulatory emails, facebook updates and texts, there was one message from my ex, Melanie. Mel was a cyberstalker; no matter how many times I blocked her email, social media accounts or phone numbers, she would get new ones, and in this case she’d sent me one of her trademark nonsensical texts from a burner phone; I saw it flipping through my messages:

"Aww poo opp l loop o ppl Poo ooo I'll l o l"

I sighed and blocked the number, knowing it would do no good. The whole thing is a long story that I guess I can boil down to one sentence: When I was young and dumb, I ignored the advice to never stick your dick in crazy. In my defense, Melanie is one of the most attractive women I’ve ever met: Blonde, blue eyes, tall (almost six feet), a beautiful face with big green eyes and luscious red lips. She has a knockout hourglass figure - DD tits, a fantastic ass, flat toned tummy, smooth, powerful limbs. At first I’d been able to ignore her weird and frankly obnoxious personality, but eventually it wore me down and we broke up. To say Melanie hadn’t taken it well was an understatement, and the day didn’t go by when I didn’t get some kind of message from her - some of them were complete gibberish like her wedding text, while some were thinly veiled threats, mixed in with shockingly graphic sexual solicitations; one day I could get nonsense word salad, then a threat to bite my fingers off off next time I took the dog for a walk, then an offer to, well, I sometimes wasn’t exactly sure what she was proposing; getting my meatballs mouthed was straightforward enough, but I’m still not sure what she was suggesting when she said she’d toss my salad into the troposphere (which I had to look up - it’s the lowest layer of the atmosphere, where nearly all weather conditions take place). My wife was well aware of all this - she got messages from Melanie as well, although much less frequent and usually more crude and threatening.

I guess me and Kimberly finally tying the knot did it for Mel, because she really picked up her harassment; I came home to dozens and dozens of emails, some of them telling me to call her when I got tired of my wife, some of them threatening me or my wife and some of them complete nonsense, what looked like a markov chain turned on internet copypasta (I gave up trying to figure out what she was trying to communicate with these after opening a 36 page email that was nothing but paragraph after paragraph of emojis). I spent half a day deleting, blocking and cleaning up, and just as I finished Melanie sent me one last email, this one asking to meet up so she could give me a wedding present. When I didn’t reply to this copies kept coming in, each one hand-typed with different typos and slightly different words, until Kim, reading over my shoulder, suggested maybe I should just go and get it over with before Melanie went completely off the deep end. I agreed to meet Melanie at the mall food court, with Kim watching in disguise just in case - I’m not sure her outfit of cutoff jeans, a windbreaker, sunglasses and a baseball cap with her hair piled into it would fool Melanie if she took a long look, but I felt a lot better having her there just in case.

I’d barely sat down when I saw Mel walking over wearing little booty shorts and a crop top. God, her body still looked amazing. Her hair was down to her shoulders, dyed mostly pink, with only a few strands left her natural blonde. She smiled, a genuine smile that lit up her face, before sitting down next to me and handing me a large rectangular box wrapped in Doc McStuffins wrapping paper. “Here you go!”

“Thanks.” I took it and turned it over in my hands.

“Well, you gonna open it?” she barked. (Her moods tended to change very quickly; I still had never quite gotten used to it.)

“Okay, yes. All right. Here I go.” I’d barely started removing the paper when Melanie chirped “It’s an immersion blender. For making spaghetti sauce!” This was something we’d done together way back when; I didn’t have the heart to tell her I already had one (and a nicer model at that, I discovered as I finished opening her present) that I used to make sauce with my wife on Sunday afternoons.

“Thanks, Mel. This is nice.” She beamed at me - I’d forgotten how beautiful she was in person. “Really. I’ll send you a thank you card. So, I gotta get going - “ she grabbed my arm, the smile fleeing from her face.

“Rory, can’t you stay a minute? I haven’t seen you in months. And, you know, honey, I’ve missed you.”

“I know -”

“Look, does that little girl you married really make you happy? Really? Are you happy, Rory? You can tell me.”

“Yes, I’m very happy.” I tried to get up, but her grip was like iron.

“Rory, listen. It’s just, sweetie, when we were together… well, I felt luckier than a dog with two dicks." I didn’t know what to make of this. “What do you say, can I tickle your pickle one last time? Wifey doesn’t need to know.”

I braced myself, knowing she was going to go nuts when I turned her down. She’s a screamer, and it wouldn’t be the first time she’d screamed at me in public after refusing her: “No thanks.”

“Why not?” she howled, her face flushing. “Why not?” Her voice got uncomfortably loud. “You little knob goblin! I know you liked it when we were together. There’s no way she’d do what I’ll do for you!”

“Mel, please. I’m married to Kimberly. I love her, she loves me. You and me, we’re over. Okay? I’m sorry, I know -”

“Shut up,” she snarled, her pretty face twisted into an angry sneer, her hand crushing my arm. She sent the blender flying with a sweep of her other hand, drawing even more eyes to us. “Just stop talking. You know, Rory, you can be a real cock fart, you know that? Even if you’ve given up,  I still believe in us, and I’m going to make it work, no matter what!” I opened my mouth to try to plead with her to give it up, but she got up and stalked off first.

I was halfway home when my phone went off with a text message from her: "fyi u make my boinker go gazoinks". I hoped this was typical Melanie exploding and then losing interest for a few weeks, but to my growing dismay she started immediately posting extremely inappropriate Facebook messages, taunting my wife, posting pictures of herself at the gym with captions like “does fatass kim even know where the gym is? i sure do  #girlswholift #girlswithmuscles #doyouevenlift #makinggains” and all but challenging Kimberley to a fight, saying she wasn’t worthy of me and if they met up in a dark alley, etc, before coming right out and asking Kim to name a time and a place; when this didn’t get a response - Kim’s used to this kind of thing, unfortunately - Melanie posted something very personal and offensive (about Kimberly’s difficulty having kids after a childhood injury) that finally made my wife so angry she threw caution to the wind and told me to set up a fight with my ex at our house. I tried to talk her out of it, but she was as steamed as I’d ever seen, and next Friday at 8 PM, Melanie was at our house for the big smackdown. She breezed in wearing a big trenchcoat, going to the center of the living room and looking around with her hands on her hips. “Is this the spot?”

“Yeah.” I’d moved all the furniture to the walls and laid down a thick blue wrestling mat.

“It’ll do.” She slithered out of her coat, tossing it to me; she was totally naked underneath and her coat hit me in the face as I stood there stupidly ogling her. I bent down to pick it up as Kimberly came in, scowling at Melanie. They went toe to toe as I gathered up Mel’s coat. Kimberly is tough, but I couldn’t help but worry looking at her facing off against my ex giving up ten inches and at least 40 pounds. I know this sounds like an awesome fantasy, but more than anything else I didn’t want to see my wife, the woman I love, getting destroyed by the ex I’d been trying to shake for years.  Melanie blew me a kiss I ignored as I looked at my wife. Kimberly was fighting in her yellow bikini with a white frill - she has small, cute tits that looked good in the bikini top, but what I thought really looked best on her body was her tight little ass and finely toned legs. Her face looked a bit plain when set next to Melanie’s, but she is honestly very pretty with a oval face, large dark eyes, a little button nose, and full sensuous lips. Her long, dark brown hair was tied into two long braids, coming down below her breasts.

“You ready for this, kimbo slice?” Melanie yelled. “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this? You done goofed, little girl!”

Kimberly didn’t rise to the bait, glaring at my ex and just telling her “You sure talk a lot of shit.” She waved Melanie on with one hand. “Are we going to fight or what?” Melanie screamed a wordless war cry,  launching herself at my wife. Kimberly braced herself and tried to catch my ex, but the bigger fighter had too much momentum behind her; she wrapped her arms around my wife and they both went down, Melanie’s weight smashing Kim into the floor. Mel rolled off her and hopped to her feet, aiming to drop an elbow into my stunned wife’s stomach, but Kim rolled out of the way at the last second, leaving my ex to smash her elbow into the floor with a scream. The fighters got back up and faced off, Mel rubbing her elbow with a grimace. They circled for a second until I got an idea and yelled “Melanie!”

She turned her head to face me and my wife ran in and kicked her between the legs. Mel screamed, falling to her knees, and a followup punt to the face laid her out flat on her back. Kimberly shot me a smile before copying her opponent’s idea, dropping her elbow into Melanie’s tummy. My ex gasped as the point of my wife’s elbow landed, rolling onto her side and holding herself. Kim got two handfuls of pink hair, pulling Mel up onto her knees, yanking my ex’s head back so that Melanie was looking up at the ceiling. Kim kept the hair hold on with just one hand as Mel reached up and grabbed her wrist, trying to break my wife’s grip on her hair. Before she could Kim’s free hand swooped down as my wife delivered an absolutely vicious karate chop to Mel’s neck. She released the hair and Melanie flopped to the ground on her side, holding her neck and gasping. I dared to hope this would be a short fight as Kim pressed her advantage, kicking Mel over onto her back, going down to her feet and reaching down to grab her ankles. Melanie tried to kick Kimberly away, but she still seemed dazed and slow, and my wife had little trouble getting an ankle in each hand, spreading Melanie’s legs wide, lifting them off the ground. Kimberly lifted her foot off the ground, holding it over Melanie’s crotch; everyone in the room knew what was coming next and Melanie burst out with a blood-curdling scream as Kimberly slammed her foot down into my ex’s bare pussy. Kim threw Melanie’s legs down to the carpet and Mel rocked back and forth holding herself as my wife looked down at her in disgust. Kimberly sat down on Mel’s shoulders and started rocking her head back and forth with punches; I could hear the smack of her fist with each hit, and soon I could see Melanie bleeding from what looked like a cut on her forehead. My ex must have taken a dozen punches to the face before a panting Kimberly stopped to admire her handiwork; it looked like the fight was over, Mel knocked out cold as she lay flat on her back bleeding on the carpet.

Kimberly climbed off Melanie, shaking her right hand, slick with blood; I couldn’t tell if it was her own from busting her knuckles open or spatter from her opponent. She walked over to me and I handed her a towel to clean her hand. Then she cracked open a bottle of water and was halfway through chugging it when I saw over her shoulder that Melanie, to my horror, was leaning up with a crazy smile, her face a mask of crimson from the beating she’d taken.

“Heyyyyyyyy, Kimmmmmmmmmmm,” she yelled, getting unsteadily to her feet. “Heyyyyyyy, Kiiiiiiiiiiimmyyyy! I’m not through yet!”

My wife turned back to face Melanie slowly. “You dumb fucking bitch!” she screamed. “You should have stayed down - now I’m really going to hurt you!” Her voice was wavering slightly, more in nerves than fear, I hoped, and my heart was pounding as Kimberly launched herself at Melanie with a scream.

The charge to start the fight had seen Kim attempt to catch Melanie and fail; I moaned in disappointment as Melanie attempted to catch Kim and pulled it off, wrapping her arms around my wife and managing to stay standing, pulling Kimberly up into a strong bearhug. Kim barely had a chance to yell in surprise before Melanie slammed a headbutt into her face, smearing her own blood on my wife’s nose and mouth. Kim looked dazed and Mel gave her a second one, then braced her knee on the carpet and almost split Kim in half with an atomic drop, slamming my wife down on her knee crotch-first. Kim ended up on the carpet whimpering and holding her crotch as Mel set about stripping her, shoving my wife over onto her chest and untying her top. Kim came to her senses and reached back to try and stop Mel, but my ex kicked her arm away and whipped the yellow bikini top off in one smooth motion. Then she bent down over my wife, trying to loop the top around Kim’s neck. At the last minute Kim managed to get a hand between the bikini top and her neck, and she and Melanie struggled for a minute, Mel trying to establish a strong choke and Kim trying to push the suit away. Melanie eventually gave up with an annoyed grunt, throwing the top away and reaching down for my wife’s bottoms, but Kimberly managed to roll away from her and get up to her feet. Her chest was heaving and she was covered in sweat - actually, they both were - and the fighters circled for a second before Melanie made a lunge at my wife’s bottoms. Kimberly aimed a kick under Melanie’s chin; my ex came on with so much speed that she got past my wife’s foot, but this did her little good in the end as Kimberly’s knee came up and cracked into Mel’s jaw. Melanie went over backwards and hit the floor with a grunt. Instead of pressing the attack, Kimberly spotted her bikini top laying a dozen feet away and started heading over towards them.

“Kim, honey!” I yelled, “Finish her off! Forget your suit!” Kim turned to me and I could see her weighing her options, but before she could do either one Mel rolled over with a groan and started getting up. Shit; maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. Kimberly turned to her opponent and put her fists up. She closed and I hoped Mel’s head would still be fuzzy enough to give my wife the edge, but as Kimberly came close and threw a big overhand right Melanie ducked under the hit with impressive speed, slamming a right into my wife’s tummy that landed flush on her belly button. Kimberly gasped and her hands froze - a beginner mistake, I now recognized - and Melanie started ringing her up with punches, hooking her fists around my wife’s guard and punishing her ribs. Kimberly tried to back her opponent off with a knee between the legs, but Melanie closed her thighs around my wife’s leg with a demented cackle. Kimberly at least had managed to stop Melanie’s punches, but it got worse as my ex wrapped her arms around my wife and executed a scary-looking belly to belly suplex. Kimberly barely missed the overhead light as Mel hefted her up and over her head; Kim came down and crashed into the floor with a scream, rolling onto her chest and holding her back as Melanie glared down at her. This time Kim was in too much pain to stop my ex from pulling her bottoms off. Kim had only managed to get up to a sitting position, still rubbing her sore back, before Melanie got two handfuls of her hair - Kim’s braids were fraying, but still intact, and unfortunately made ready handles - and pulled her up to her feet, using her grip to keep my wife bent over. Melanie nailed Kim in the chest with a few knee lifts, slamming my wife’s tits up against her ribcage, finishing the sequence with a knee to the tummy that left Kim helplessly gagging. Melanie converted her grip to a strong headlock, dragging my wife over to the west wall. There was no furniture here and Melanie threw my wife up against the wall back-first. Kim quickly came off the wall with a big left, but Melanie ducked it and came back with a huge uppercut that exploded under my wife’s chin. Kimberly sagged back against the wall and Melanie got a strong choke with her left hand, squeezing my gasping wife’s neck, and started laying in belly punches with her right hand. Kimberly couldn’t even raise her hands to defend herself as my cackling ex punished her tummy with punch after punch, a nasty bruise forming where Melanie’s knuckles repeatedly crashed into my wife’s stomach. Kim started gagging with each hit, her eyes slowly rolling back in her head as Melanie choked and beat her. By the time Mel released her my wife was in bad shape, slowly sliding down the wall, then falling over on her right hand side.

Melanie prodded my wife with her foot to no reaction. She turned to smile at me, a nasty predator’s smile that slowly spread across her face. “Looks like wifey’s finished.” She bent down and gave my wife a hard slap; Kim just groaned, not completely passed out, but too beat up to defend herself. Melanie dragged my wife to the middle of the floor, laying her down spread-eagled on her back. Melanie stopped to admire her handiwork:  “Aw, little Kimmy. You know, you’re actually kind of cute naked. You look all vulnerable.” With that, Melanie grabbed my wife’s ankles and spread her legs apart. I guess to be fair Kim had done this to her earlier in the match, but I felt sick knowing what was about to happen as my ex set up a crotch stomp. I covered my eyes, peering through my fingers as Melanie brought her heel down hard into Kimberly’s crotch. Instead of just nailing the stomp, which would have been bad enough, Mel started grinding her foot into my wife’s pussy. Kimberly screamed and squirmed under her opponent, but she couldn’t break the hold; at the best of times Mel’s height and weight advantages would make this hard to get out of, and Kim was so beat she could only pathetically tug on my ex’s ankle.

I couldn’t bear to watch this any more and got up, walking towards the fighters with my heart pounding in my chest, not sure exactly what I was going to do. To my immense relief Melanie released my wife and turned to face me as I came close. She moved in for a kiss, but I stiff-armed her away from me.

“Look, you beat her, okay? Would you leave her alone now?”

“Baby, I’m just getting started.” A truly disturbing, malicious smile was plastered on her face. “Watch this!”

“Wait -”

Ignoring me, Melanie pulled Kim up to her feet, then kicked her in the belly and bent her over. I don’t really have any excuse for just standing there and watching this; maybe I was in shock, or subconsciously obeying my ex’s command to wait, or who knows what reason, but I just stood there dumbly as Mel pulled my bent-over wife’s head between her legs, then lifted her straight off the ground. Too late I snapped out of it and yelled “No!”, moving too slowly to stop what I saw unfolding in front of me. Melanie piledrove Kimberly into the ground, all of my wife’s weight landing on the top of her head with a sick, hollow thud. Kim fell bonelessly to the carpeted floor, laying completely limp as Melanie chortled, admiring her handiwork. “That’s enough!” I cried, not able to watch any more. “You win, okay? She gives up!”

“I want to hear her say it!” Melanie screamed in my face.

“Well, she can’t say anything, because you knocked her ass out cold!” I screamed back.

“Oh.” Mel turned to stare at my wife. “Oh, yeah. Well, I know how to fix that.” Melanie prodded Kim onto her back with her foot, then sat down on my wife’s tummy. Just as I opened my mouth to ask what she was doing Melanie leaned forward and applied an absolutely vicious double nipple pinch that brought Kim around with a heartbreaking scream. My wife grabbed Melanie’s wrists, who eased up on the pinch, but just a bit.

“You back with us, Kimmy? Your husband says you want to give up now.” Kim tried to speak, but only a pained squeak came out of her mouth.

“Please,” I spoke for her. “She gives up. You won.”

“Oh, yeah?” Melanie looked up at me with a demented, lopsided grin. “I’ll let her give up if you both do exactly what I say.”

The original deal had been the winner just doing whatever they wanted to the loser, but I was willing to agree to anything at this point; I made eye contact with Kimberly, and I knew I couldn’t stand to see her be hurt any more. “Absolutely, anything you want.”

Melanie hopped off my wife and had me strip down, frowning at my total limpness (I’d gotten pretty hard during the fight, but watching my wife get hurt was just about the most powerful turnoff I could remember). My ex had me kneel in front of her, and my wife kneel behind her - at first Kim couldn’t even sit up, but a torrent of slaps and verbal abuse from Melanie got her to a sitting and then a kneeling position where Mel wanted her. My ex got a handful of my hair, then reached behind her and got a handful of my wife’s as well; I realized what she had in mind as she guided us both forward, me towards her crotch and Kimberly towards her butt. I heard Mel gasp with delight as I planted a kiss on her pussy, then a low groan as I assume Kim went to work on her ass. I braced my hands on my ex’s hips and got to work. I knew exactly how she liked getting her pussy eaten: Long, deep, quick licks, and in the interest of getting her off quick I dived right in; but she quickly barked out “Whoa, whoa! Slow down, I wanna enjoy this!” and I switched techniques, afraid on my wife’s behalf of pissing off my ex. She tugged on my hair, making me back off a bit; when she started getting closer she pulled me back with a rough yank and I finished her as fast as I could. She had a very powerful orgasm, and as she released me and slowly sank to her knees between me and my wife I dared to hope she’d gotten what she wanted and would leave.

But my hopes were dashed as after a minute she hopped to her feet with a smile: “Rory, your turn!” She yanked me to my feet and gave my cock a squeeze; it had gotten quite hard eating her out and she smiled as she gave me a few quick strokes. Then she stepped to my left side, leaving me facing my beaten wife, still on her knees. Mel told her not to move, getting a handful of her brown hair for good measure, then waved me forward with her free hand until my cock was right in front of my wife’s face. “You don’t deserve to suck his cock!” Melanie screamed at my wife. She started jerking me off, aiming the tip of my dick at Kimberly’s face. “I’m the only one who’s going to be tonguing his tube steak!” I couldn’t bear to look at Kim and closed my eyes. “You see that?!” Melanie crowed. “He doesn’t even wanna see your ugly little face!” Mel didn’t even have enough mercy to make me cum quick; she had loved giving handjobs when we were together and knew just how to bring me up to the edge, then back me off by pinching the head or dropping her hand to my balls for a quick, hard squeeze. Finally she let me finish, tipping my wife’s head back, controlling my cock through my climax to make sure she got every drop on Kimberly’s face.

After I finished Mel kissed me on the cheek and waved me off. I dared to hope that she was done, but with a very mean smirk on her face she turned to my wife and started bitch-slapping Kimberly. My wife started crying, cum and tears flying off with each vicious smack. Finally, mercifully, she switched to closed-fists blows, the third one knocking my wife out; I could see her body go completely limp as she fell unconscious. Melanie released her, cackling as my wife’s body slowly slumped to the floor. She blew me a kiss and told me to call her whenever I wanted to get my knob slobbed, then shrugged her trenchcoat on and was out the door, leaving me cradling my beaten wife’s unconscious body.

Chapter 3

I spent the next month nursing my wife back to health - my ex had really done a number on her, and it was two scary days before the swelling even went down enough for her to be able to open her eyes, then two weeks before she could get out of bed. We made up a story about an accident taking down the back deck, and I counted myself lucky Melanie seemed to have temporarily vanished and wasn’t bragging on Facebook or anything.

I was at the grocery store one warm Sunday when I noticed Valentina stalking me through the aisles. Kim was out of bed and moving around by this point, but not quite feeling up to a long shopping trip, so I was there by myself; I just wanted to get the organic orange juice and get out, but here she came, sliding up to me in the cereal aisle before I could nab the French Toast Crunch.

“Whatcha doing out here by yourself, pussy boy? Where’s my girl?”

“Your girl-”

I stopped as an idea came to me. We’d never be free of these horrible people the way things were going - but what if we turned them on each other? If I told Valentina what Melanie had done to her ex, she’d go apeshit! Maybe they’d kill each other, or fall in love with each other, or something inbetween, but anything that got them away from us… holy shit. Was this the answer to our exes problem?? I had to find out. I started spilling my guts right there, only getting halfway through the story before Valentina flushed bright red as I detailed Kimberly getting her ass beat by my ex. She angrily cut me off, demanding to know how to find Melanie, which I was only too happy to provide.

As soon as I got home from the store and Kimberly came out to help me unload the car I told her the whole story. She actually squealed with delight, almost making me drop the groceries as she grabbed me in a tight hug, excited at the possibility that we might finally be free from our exes. We spent a very happy, nervous two weeks hoping they were gone forever, so you can imagine how we felt on the sleepy sunday afternoon when we got an email from the both of them challenging us to a tag-team fight. I had hoped they’d destroyed each other, but instead they had apparently decided to combine forces, and it seemed they were both under the delusion that they could team up, split up me and my wife, and each one end up with their ex.

So what to do? Kim wanted to accept the challenge; she was tired of six years of harassment from both of these women, and wanted to put an end to it no matter what it took. I wasn’t sure this was a great idea, but she talked me into it. We replied yes and then had to set about getting ready for the match.

First things first, I had Kim checked out at the doctor; she got a clean bill of health to take part in “strenuous physical activity” (I think she told the doctor she wanted to do aerobic boxing). Next Kim went shopping to get us matching outfits, “to emphasize our unity”. She brought home two swimsuits the same dark forest green, hers a modestly-cut one piece, mine a set of baggy trunks.

The fight was set for next week - I think we all wanted to get it over with, me at least because I was already having second thoughts - so there wasn’t time for much training; we managed to cram in a few after work self-defense classes that mostly taught us how to kick attackers in the groin.

The day of the fight, we got dressed in our outfits and cleared the living room again; I put down blue electrical tape marking off two opposing corners of the room, one for each team - the fighter who wasn’t currently tagged in wasn’t allowed to cross the tape, which was just about the only rule for the fight. We had a bag with a few special items in them - since this was our house I guess we could have just stored whatever we were going to use if we won anywhere, but there were two special things I’d prepared and hoped we could deploy at the end of the match, and these were tucked safely into an inside bag pocket. Valentina and Melanie arrived right on time at 8 PM, both dressed in long bulky coats despite the warm weather and hefting duffel bags, surely full of toys to use on us if they won. They went to their corner and doffed their coats; they’d both be starting naked, it seemed, Melanie without a stitch on while Valentina was already sporting her strapon, and as I looked at her she started jerking it off while aiming her shit-eating grin right at me. “Keep staring, pussy boy!” she called across the room. I opened my mouth to say something clever, but my wife called “Are we all ready?” in her no-nonsense voice.

It looked like we were; Valentina came out to start for the exes, and I gave my wife a kiss before she stepped out to face her. I could see Val hesitating, clearly expecting to fight me, but Kimberly yelling a challenge was enough to make up her mind. Melanie screamed at her partner fruitlessly for a tag as Valentina approached my wife (a good sign, I thought - we were counting on us having great teamwork and our exes having none to give us an edge, and Melanie already shrieking at Valentina before the fight started seemed promising). The fighters squared off and Valentina purred “This is for your own good” before lunging forward throwing punches. Kimberly covered and took the hits on her forearms, bending forward like a woman walking into a stiff wind as she slowly closed the distance with her ex. As she got close Valentina hooked a hard right around Kim’s guard and slammed her fist into my wife’s ribs; Kimberly grunted and grimaced, but she was close enough now to deploy the kick she’d perfected in self-defense class, and Valentina shrieked and covered her crotch in pain as my wife landed a beautiful rising kick straight between Val’s legs. Kimberly got two handfuls of her ex’s dark hair and yanked Val’s head down to meet her rising knee. I could hear the impact from my spot across the room, and when my wife released her Valentina stumbled backwards covering her face. I cheered as Kimberly followed, burying her right fist in Valentina’s tummy, knocking the wind out of her with the unexpected hit. Kim followed up with a knee to the groin, but Valentina’s hands were still covering her pussy and I don’t think this actually did much if any damage. Before Kim could press her attack any further Val lunged at her, getting her arms around Kim and taking them both down to the mat, facing each other. Kim grunted as Val’s weight slammed into her and pressed her into the floor. Kim wrapped her arms around Val and they struggled - for a second I couldn’t quite see what was happening, but based on Melanie’s yells of encouragement I realized Valentina was rubbing her dildo against my wife’s pussy. Luckily Kim’s suit stopped it from going in; Val tried to reach down and pull it to the side, giving Kim an opening to roll them both over, and Valentina ended up under her ex as Kimberly propped her forearm against Val’s neck and pressed down. I really think if Kimberly was stronger or weighed more she could have ended the fight right here, but Val managed to reach up and throw her off. Both women got to their feet, circling each other; I noticed that Kim got herself between Val and the enemy corner, then started slowly advancing, cautiously trying to force Val into our corner where we could double-team her; the rules said you had to stay behind the tape, but if my wife got our opponent where I could grab her, well, we might be able to eliminate Valentina real quick.

Unfortunately, Melanie noticed what was happening and screamed a warning to her partner, who lunged at my wife with a big overhand right. Kim tried to get her hands up, but she was too slow and took the punch square on the jaw, the impact staggering her. I could see from my spot in the corner that her eyes were glassy as Valentina moved in and started working her body with hard hooks. Kim tried to ward the punches off, but she was too slow; if she moved her hands up to cover her head Val slammed punches into her tummy, and if she lowered her guard to block these her ex snapped her head around with hits to her face. Kim tried a desperate knee to the crotch, but Val saw this coming and faded back away from it, then came back in with an uppercut that exploded under my wife’s chin, laying her out flat on her back.

I yelled at Kimberly to get up, but she was hurting bad and didn’t move; Valentina sat on her face, practically purring with satisfaction as she rubbed her naked pussy over my wife’s nose and mouth. The strapon was set just over her slit, and it bobbed around as she face-fucked my wife. Melanie screamed at her partner to finish Kim off, but Val was in heaven and either didn’t hear or didn’t care. Valentina was sitting facing the top of my wife’s head, and didn’t see as Kimberly tried to escape by hooking her feet under her ex’s armpits; Kim missed twice, but the third attempt was successful, and Valentina was sent flying with a surprised shriek to land awkwardly a few feet away from my wife. She started getting up, but she’d had her bell rung and Kim came in and kicked her hard in the side of the face, sending her back down to the ground with a grunt. My wife lifted her foot for a stomp, but Valentina was more stunned than hurt and came to her senses in time to roll out of the way and up to her feet. She came at my wife throwing punches, and unfortunately Kimberly’s single trick of kicking her in the pussy looked to be played out as Val took the hit on her thigh and kept coming, turning my wife’s head with a crisp left, then digging her right into Kimberly’s tummy. Kim gasped and tried to back Val off with a knee to the crotch, but Valentina was looking out for hits like this and weaved back, then came in aiming a huge right hand at my wife’s head. I sighed in relief as Kim barely managed to duck, coming up with a sloppy uppercut that plowed into Val’s left breast, sending it flying upwards in a shower of sweat. Valentina squealed and the third time was the charm as Kimberly’s knee came up between her ex’s legs, striking true. Val took a step back covering her crotch; Kimberly braced and launched a kick at Val’s midsection, her foot smacking right into Valentina’s belly button. Val went down on her back and Kim was right on top of her, nailing a hard stomp straight on Valentina’s face. Val rolled over onto her chest and started getting up, but I could see from here she was dazed, her eyes glassy and a trickle of blood coming out of her nose. Kim didn’t let her finish getting to her feet, landing a stomp in the center of Val’s back that sent her back to the ground with a grunt. Kim went for another stomp, but her ex seemed to be recovering as she rolled onto her back, aiming a wild kick at my wife’s crotch that made her back off. Val got to her feet and the fighters closed, my wife taking the first hit as Valentina looped a long right-handed punch around Kim’s hands, smacking her fist into my wife’s ribs. Kim winced and lunged forward with a telegraphed crotch kick that Valentina easily dodged, coming in closer with a left straight to the jaw that had my wife reeling. Kim threw a sloppy right in return that Val slapped away, throwing a return gut punch that had my wife gasping. I was afraid Kim’s skills had taken her as far as she could go; she’d hurt her ex fairly seriously, but her one trick was now totally played out. Just as I braced myself to watch my wife get knocked out, she threw her hands up and wailed “Don’t hit me!”

Valentina hesitated for a second, I think looking for an ambush, but when one didn’t come she swept my wife up in her arms. “It’s okay now!” Valentina yelled. “I’m here!” Val went in for a kiss, but Kim pulled back; going lower, Valentina laid a long lick on my wife’s neck, and I could see her grimace over Val’s shoulder.

“Finish her!” Melanie screamed, but her partner wasn’t listening as she released Kim, grabbing the straps on my wife’s suit. Kimberly stood there and let her ex peel her suit down to her stomach; Valentina lowered her mouth to my wife’s now-bare chest, teasing Kim’s nipple with her tongue. Kimberly put her hands on the back of Val’s head, gently guiding her to the other nipple, then bringing her knee flying up into Valentina’s stomach. Val, totally surprised, emitted a gurgled shriek, then ate another knee to the same place. She fell to her hands and knees, and Kimberly stomped her in the back of the head, grinding her ex’s face into the ground.

“Get her over here!” I yelled. Kimberly looked at me and nodded; Val had gotten up to her hands and knees, and Kim went around to her side and gave her a hard kick up into her stomach. She  got two handfuls of her ex’s long hair and started dragging her over to me. Val, still winded on her hands and knees, was either too hurt to resist or didn’t know what was waiting for her.

I got on my knees in the corner; Kim pushed Valentina into me, and I spun her around to face my wife, locking her arms up in a strong full nelson. Valentina was left totally helpless as Kim also got on her knees, coming face to face with her ex. Kimberly started beating the shit out of Valentina, starting with her body, hitting her with repeated straight punches to the belly. I kept an eye on Melanie; she was peering angrily into the corner, but made no move to break it up. I like to think if I was watching this happen to my wife I’d be charging out of the corner, and fuck the rules - maybe you can chalk Mel just watching us destroy her partner up to a lack of unity on the enemy team like I had with my wife, or it just not occuring to her, but either way she obediently stood behind the tape as Kimberly beat the shit out of her ex.

Valentina held out for a few hits, but after four or five I could tell she was hurting; her deep grunts became little cries of pain as Kimberly kept punching her, and she started trying to sag forward, only the full nelson holding her vertical. I think Valentina was basically finished here, but when Kim got tired of hitting her in the body she moved up and started punching her ex in the chest, relishing Valentina’s screams as she mixed up punches, using straights to crush Val’s big tits against her ribs, hooks to send them flying left and right, and occasional uppercuts with so much power that Val got hit in the face by her own tits. By now Valentina was begging her ex to knock her out, and Kim had mercy as she moved up and started punching her in the face. I guess I thought it was going to be like a movie where one good punch would do it, but Kim snapped Val’s head around with a half dozen knockout punches before the job was done. I released Val and gave her a gentle push forward; she flopped onto the ground chest-first, moaning as she landed on her beaten tits. Kim rolled her over and I saw how fucked up she was, her stomach covered with ugly bruises, her breasts red and swollen, her face a beaten mess with blood coming from her nose and mouth.

I left Valentina to my wife as Melanie was finally coming out of her corner. She pointed at me and yelled “Rooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy!” before advancing on me with her fists out in front of her body like an old-timey boxer. I came at her with my fists up in a strong guard, wary for tricks; she almost fooled me, lunging at me behind a swift right-handed hook. I barely ducked it, dropping into a crouch and charging. Mel screamed in surprise as I tackled her, getting my shoulder into her stomach and hoping I’d knocked the wind out of her as I took her down to the mat. The idea was to land on her with all my weight, but I was a bit off-center and couldn’t get as much force as I wanted into this. As soon as we hit the floor Melanie wrapped her arms around me and when I tried to get off her I found she was too strong, holding me immobilized on top of her. “Can’t get awayyyyyyyyy!” my ex sing-songed in my ear. I couldn’t get the same grip on her - she was laying flat on her back and I couldn’t get my arms behind her body to lock her up. Melanie licked my face, cackling as I winced. I made another attempt to get up, struggling with Mel as I tried to stand and she tried to hold me there; she won and a whole minute into the match I was finding myself in trouble.

I forced myself to calm down and think, which wasn’t easy; between Mel squeezing me with her arms and the feeling of her naked body pressing against mine, trying to come up with an escape plan wasn’t easy. I couldn’t force myself off her, but I had my arms and legs free. I tried to get my arms between Mel’s and my body, but I wasn’t strong enough for this; I’m stronger than Mel, but not enough to overpower her like this, and I heard her laughing as my attempt failed. “Rory, why even fight it?” she purred. I felt her shifting her hips, pressing her pussy against my cock; I was thankful for the thick material minimizing the sensation.

Wait a minute. Why even fight it? I saw my way out. “Let me go, I want to get these trunks off!”

“Aw, you had enough already, babe?” I nodded. “You ready for me to fuck your brains out?!”

Was she going to buy this? I came up with what I thought she wanted to hear: “You know I never can say no to you.” In reality I did say no all the time, but the big smile that blossomed on her face told me she brought it. Sure enough she released me; the second I felt her grip loosening I rolled off her and jumped up to my feet, her smile fading into a childish pout as she realized she’d been had. “You tricked me!” she yelled. “Rory, you tricked me!” I realized too late I should have attacked her before she’d recovered, but by the time this came to me my ex was already getting up to her feet. She put her fists up, in a real boxer’s guard this time. I took up the same stance, figuring neither one of us were boxers and I’d be at least even with her, but she attacked in a flurry of stingingly painful slaps I found myself rapidly retreating from. I had to stop her and lunged forward with a kick aimed at her crotch, but I guess Melanie had seen my wife try this enough to read the signs and she turned, taking the hit on her inner thigh. “Rory, don’t do that!” she lectured. “I’m going to finish you with this, I need it in top condition!”

“What?” I wasn’t used to my opponent telling me her strategy; Mel reached between her legs, parting her pussy lips as she flashed me a lewd smile. Then she ran at me with a scream, and I barely came back to my senses in time to stop her from pulling my suit down; we both hand two hands on the waistband, her trying to yank them off and me holding them right where they were. “Gimmie these!” she yelled in my face. “Take these off! Rory, you let go right now!”

“You first!”

Neither one of us would give up, and we stumbled around on the carpet like two sumo wrestlers; she yanked me towards her, trying to wrong-foot me, and our bodies pressed together, her big breasts pressing against my chest. I tried to trip her, getting my right leg between hers and moving my body forward, pressing against her; this worked as she fell backwards with a yell, but she still had a death grip on my trunks and took me with her. She hit the floor awkwardly and I came down right on top of her, hearing her grunt as I pressed her into the ground. Melanie got the worst of it, losing her grip on my shorts - still snugly around my waist - and looking dazed. I made sure not to give her time to grab me again, pinning her shoulders to the carpeted floor, trying to grapevine her legs. Unfortunately I’m not an expert in this move, and I couldn’t get my legs braced securely against hers; Melanie kept thrashing under me, trying to push off the floor, kicking her legs, trying to roll me off her to the left or right. I couldn’t get any offense going as it was taking all of my efforts just to hold her down. I tried to rise up high enough over her so that I could drop my weight down on her, but I didn’t even make it halfway before she managed to get one of her legs between us and kick me away. We both go to our feet, and I saw that Melanie had her eyes fixed on my crotch; even though my baggy shorts she could probably see the painfully hard erection I was sporting. I figured she’d make another grab at my trunks - she could be very focused when she had a goal in mind - and when she shot forward I dropped my hands low to block her attack, but she’d faked me out and went high at the last second, cupping my face in her hands and slapping a kiss on me. I stood there shocked, letting her get her left hand behind my head, her tongue pressing between my lips as she bent me slightly back. Her other hand slipped into my bottoms, but I grabbed her wrist before she could take hold of her prize; I managed to back up slightly and pushed on her with my free hand, forcing her to break the kiss with a gasp as I shoved her away. She tried to come back in, but I held her off with a stiff forearm, just long enough to land a kick into her stomach. She gasped, unprepared for the hit, and I closed up and gave her a punch in what I sure hoped was the same spot; it seemed close enough as she gagged, holding her tummy and leaving me free to press my attack - if only I knew what to do next; I hesitated for a second, then flinched as I heard my wife scream “Get her! Don’t just stand there!” from the other side of the room. I turned to face her, seeing that she was seated on her ex’s face, wearing Valentina’s strapon around her hips. “Don’t look at me, silly!” she yelled, pointing over my shoulder. “Finish her! Quick!” I turned back around straight into a right-handed hook that smashed into my face with crushing force; I took a half-step back before falling down on the carpeted floor, hitting the back of my head on the ground for good measure. I looked up at Mel, swimming in my vision. She reached down and grabbed my trunks, and this time I couldn’t stop her as she yanked them off me with a satisfied grunt. She reached down at me again, but I managed to get away from her, rolling up into a groggy crouch. Unfortunately I was still so dazed my reaction time was slow, and I got my hands up too late to stop her coming in and landing a roundhouse kick to the side of my head that put me down again, holding my temple where she’d hit me. She rolled me onto my back, then started pulling me up to my feet; I was too stunned to even try to stop her and was temporary at her mercy as she bent me over, getting on my left side. Her right hand snaked between my thighs, and I moaned as she got a solid grip on my balls, my legs going weak as she squeezed. I knew I had to get out of this right away, but any move I made prompted her to tighten up, and if it hurt bad enough normally, when she added extra pressure I was helpless, agony shooting through my body.

But I knew Melanie, and I thought there might be another way of getting out: “Let go,” I begged.

“What?” Mel yelled at me. “What was that?! Can’t hear you, Rory! Nope! Caaaaaan’t heaaaaar youu!”

“Please let me go!” I pitched my voice as pathetically as I could.

“Why would I do that? Huh?”

“I want you to let go,” I whined. “Pleaaaaaaaaase! I’m sorry!”

This gave her pause; the pressure loosened just a hair.

“Are you tricking me again, Rory?”

“No!” She released the hold, grabbing my hair and pulling me up so I was face to face with her. “If you’re trying to trick me again - ” she was cut off, howling as my knee slammed up into her crotch. She turned away from me, bending over and screaming “Fuckballs! You little fuckass!” I locked my hands together and hit her with a double ax-handle in the back, sending her to the mat on her chest where she landed with an undignified squeal. Not taking any chances, I lined up a stomp on the back of her head, hearing my wife cheer as my foot slammed into the back of my ex’s skull. Mel covered where I’d hit and I lay on top of her, looping my right arm around her neck and started choking her. She bucked under me, but couldn’t dislodge me; I assumed that as she lost air she’d lose power, but her struggling actually got stronger, I guess out of desperation. To my shock she managed to press up off the floor, I think at first trying to stand up, then when this didn’t work getting herself up into a sitting position. She started throwing blind elbows behind her; a few hit quite painfully, but I grimly held on, determined to end the fight right here. Next she attempted to pull my arm away from her neck, but she didn’t have the strength for this; I’ll never know what else she might have tried as my wife came wandering over, standing in front of Mel and watching with a little smirk on her face, then grabbing two handfuls of my ex’s hair and slamming a kick into her stomach. Mel gasped as the last little bit of air left her, dry heaving as Kimberly landed two more vicious kicks, then started face-fucking Melanie with the strapon. Mel didn’t go quick, struggling to the end as I choked her out; her body very slowly started slumping back against me until only my wife’s grip on her pink hair and my arm around her neck was holding her up. I slowly released the choke, wary of her playing possum and springing back to life, but she was out cold; Kim let go and Mel flopped to the floor on her face.

I walked over to our corner and pulled a plastic set of zip-ties out of our bag, tossing them to my wife, who pulled Melanie’s arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together. Kim rolled Mel over and started bringing her around with face slaps; Mel woke up after the third, eating a few more for good measure as I walked back over. Kim had a special finisher lined up, pulling a stunned Mel to her feet, keeping my ex bent over and handing her off to me. I pulled Mel’s head between my legs, braced, and lifted her off the ground, holding her in a vertical 69 with me for one second as Kim put her hands on the bottom of Mel’s feet, then the two of us finished her with a spike piledriver, working together to drive Melanie’s head into the ground; even with the carpeting covering the floor, the top of my ex’s head took her full weight, and she was knocked out again, ragdolling down onto the carpet.

Kim and I took a minute to survey the carnage. Mel was out, drooling on the floor; whatever Kim had done to Valentina, she was laying in our corner not stirring, only her chest moving slowly up and down as she breathed. Had we won?

We had won. After a quick hug, we put our post-fight plans into motion. Valentina was up first; Kim dragged Melanie over to her corner and laid her there as I grabbed Val’s ankles and dragged her to the center of the floor. Kim came back over and flipped Val over onto her chest, then laid on top of her. “Rory, could you wake her up for me? And bring the card.” I nodded and went into the kitchen next door, filling up a glass of cold water and grabbing an index card out of our bag on the way back. Kim used Val’s hair to pull her head up off the ground; her face was absolutely coated with my wife’s juices - Kim must have gotten off on her during my fight with Melanie. I took aim and tossed the water into Val’s face, bringing her around with a sputtering gasp. Kim had her left arm in a hammerlock and worked the hold as Val squealed, making sure her ex didn’t think of trying to fight back. Satisfied, I saw Kim press the strapon against Val’s ass, getting ready to fuck her ex with her own dildo. Val let out a low, animal groan as the strapon slipped in, her eyes rolling back in her head as Kimberly hilted it with a grunt. “How’s this?!” she shrieked. “You wanted to fuck my man’s ass? How does this feel!” she yelled as she started slam ass-fucking Val. I just stood and watched for a minute, rock-hard looking at Valentina get destroyed by my wife. Then Kim screamed “Give it to her!” and I bent down, handing Valentina the index card.

“Read it!” my wife barked. “Look over there!” She yanked Valentina’s long hair, making her ex look at a small hole in the wall a GoPro was looking through.

“I,” Valentina started in tears, “Valentina Vasquez, being of sound mind and body…”

I held my breath as Valentia cried through the whole confession. Holy shit; we’d gotten it! I had no idea if it would hold up in court (I’m not sure how valid a confession is when you’re getting fucked in the ass the whole time)  but I hoped it wouldn’t have to, and just having it on tape would be enough to finally scare my wife’s ex off. Kim finally left off pegging her ex’s ass, telling Val not to move (I stood watch ready to pounce if she did, but she just lay there), going around to her ex’s head. Kimberly lay down on her back, Val’s head between her legs, then reached down and grabbed her ex’s hair, getting her into position; she pushed the strapon into Val’s mouth, ignoring the unhappy moans of her ex, then locked her legs around Val’s head and squeezed. Val lay there, gagging on my wife’s strapon, as Kimberly knocked her out with her legs; Val managed some weak slaps on my wife’s thighs, but nothing else before she was knocked out for the final time. Kim let her go and we wrapped Val in her coat, then opened the front door and threw her out into the night.

We turned to Mel, who had come around by now, although she still looked quite dazed as we advanced on her. She croaked “Rory, give up now and I’ll go easy on you,” which made me laugh until Kim elbowed me in the ribs and I put my mean mug back on.

“Honey, you have something for her, don’t you?” my wife prompted. I did, getting another index card from our bag as Kim manhandled Mel into the middle of the floor, getting her up to her knees. Kimberly kneeled behind her on the carpet just in case, although I don’t know what Mel could have done with her hands zip-tied anyway.. I walked over and held the card in front of Melanie as she peered at it, puzzled.

“What is this?”

“Read it.” I pointed up at a hole in the ceiling; Melanie looked up, not knowing she was being recorded on a GoPro. “Read it into that.”

“‘I, Melanie O’Neill, being of sound mind…’ Rory, is this your idea of foreplay?”

“Just read it!” I yelled.

“Fine, okay. ‘I, Melanie O’Neill’” - Melanie read the entire confession I’d written out for her. If this wouldn’t keep her away, nothing would. When she finished, she aimed a demented leer at me.  “How was that? Can I blow you now, or you have any other weird shit for me to read?”

I looked over her shoulder at my wife, who gave me a nod. I went back to our corner and Kimberly released Mel, who got a little unsteadily to her feet before strutting over to me with her hips swaying confidently. She got on her knees in front of me and kissed the tip of my cock, then took my shaft between her lips and started blowing me. Even after all the time we’d been broken up, Melanie knew just how to drive me crazy, keeping her big, baby blue eyes fixed on mine as my cock disappeared into her mouth. She brought me to the edge quickly, then backed off, torturing me by just holding my tip between her lips; then she started running her tongue around the head, then go back to sliding her mouth up and down my shaft until I got close again. After she did this three or four times, I couldn’t stand it anymore; I told her to finish me and she didn’t hold back, her lips flying up and down my shaft. I started cumming, holding her shoulders for balance as she greedily swallowed my cum, slurping down spurt after spurt.

Spent, I leaned back against the wall as Mel smirked up at me. “How was that?” She gave my cock a few languid sucks, keeping me half-hard. “Can you get it up again quick? I want to get fucked.” I looked over her to see my wife approaching, the strapon bobbing in front of her.

“Sure, I don’t think that will be a problem...”

My ex yelped in surprise as Kimberly gripped her hips. She tried to turn, but I got her head into my armpit and held her there as Kim slipped the dildo in. Melanie let out a deep moan as my wife started fucking her; she struggled a little, but when she couldn’t make any headway against my grip, she seemed to accept it and relaxed. Kimberly hammered Mel with short, deep strokes to start, then slowed down and started really enjoying herself when it was clear Melanie wasn’t going anywhere. She’d been holding on to Melanie’s hips with both hands in a death grip, loosening up as she got into the groove, spanking Mel’s ass. As my ex got close Kim choked up, picking up speed until she was jackhammering my ex, who was reduced to a moaning mess in my arms. Kim grabbed hold of Mel’s pink hair, pulling back, and Melanie’s head came out of my grip.

“You feel that?” Kim yelled at her. “Are you going to cum for me?”

“Uh,” Mel gasped, beyond words.

“Yeah, you are. And you know what? As soon as you finish, you’re never going to see him again. Understand?” Mel could only grunt as Kim slammed home each stroke. “You’re gonna cum like a bitch, and then you’re gonna be out of here, and we’re never going to see you again! Right?” Kim screamed. She put on the finishing touch, forcing Mel to a body-shaking climax; I held on to my ex as she bucked in my grip, yelling out a powerful orgasm, then went completely limp, only my arms holding her up.

Kim pulled out, eyeing her work with satisfaction. “Mel, you still awake?”

“Fuh,” she moaned. She took a few shaky breaths. “I sowwy,” she whined in a little baby voice I didn’t remember hearing. “I sowwy...” it looked like her mind may have finally, completely broken

“All you had to do was leave us alone!” Kim shrieked. “You couldn’t just stay away? Well, this is what happens when you push us! Rory, hold her tight!”

“Not theeee-rrrre,” Melanie whispered as Kim lined the strapon up with my ex’s ass. “That’s just for roooo-rrrrryyyyyy.”

If Mel had promised to fuck off I have no doubt we’d have let her go on her way, but what she’d just said was exactly the wrong thing, and Kim started forcing the dildo up Mel’s shitter, my ex squealing and almost struggling out of my arms as a grunting Kim hitled herself. Melanie was struggling with a burst of the desperate energy, and Kim had to go back to a double grip on her hips as she fucked her asshole. Melanie ran out of gas quickly, becoming a quivering, crying mass in my arms, a pathetic sob punctuating each merciless stroke of Kim’s vengeful strapon. She was finally broken, her messy crying only broken up by shrieks of how sorry she was and ignored pleas for mercy. Kim worked her over until her point had been proven; when we finally released Mel, she flopped to the ground unable to even move as we bundled her into her coat. We tossed her out the front door as well, hands still bound, and closed the door, we hoped, on six years of harassment; I dearly wished the last quick look I got at Melanie’s puffy, tear-streaked face would be the last time I’d ever see her.

Before we went to take a shower, we checked out our opponent’s bags (well, I guess they were our bags too now, come to think of it). I was morbidly curious to see what they had in store for us. Inside was another strapon (for Mel, no doubt), two ball gags, two vibrators - one a huge “magic wand” style and a smaller, six incher - a large bottle of lube, a cock cage with a lock, and a dog collar with my name on it (!!!!).

“What were they going to do with all this stuff?” I asked my wife as I lifted what I later found out was a humbler out of Valentina’s bag.

“Are you serious?” Kim picked up the cock cage. “Nothing good!” She threw the cage to the side and took the collar from me. “I kinda like this, though.” She giggled at my look of shock before slapping me on the shoulder with a “I’m kidding!”

The rest of the night was spent getting cleaned up, moving the furniture back into the living room, and making sure all the GoPro footage came out (it did). As of now, we haven’t had to use any of it; it’s been a little over a year and I haven’t seen Valentina or Melanie since that night, and my social media and email accounts are blissfully free of electronic harassment. Have we finally shaken our horrible exes? Kimberly says it’s too soon to say for sure, but as far as I’m concerned, we’re finally free - and it feels wonderful.

Jogger vs Bodybuilder (M/F)

My jogs take me up and around the neighborhood streets, and one night I started noticing that the house at 425 Pineview's garage always had its door open, light spilling out onto the street. As I jogged past I'd always see a plump Asian woman in there working out - one night pushups, one night squats, one night jogging, one night jumping jacks, one night weightlifting. I guess she noticed me too as she started waving to me and I waved back. I guess we were kind of workout buddies; at any rate we waved at each other for about six weeks until one Friday night instead of just a wave, she came out to talk to me. I jogged in place, not wanting my heart rate to go down as she walked up to me and said something I didn't catch.
"What?" I asked, taking my headphones off.
"I just wanted to say hi." We shook hands, and I flinched - she had a strong grip! "Oh, sorry. I guess I'm not used to my own strength."
"Oh, yeah. I've seen you lifting those weights. Getting in shape?"
"Trying," she laughed. "You? I guess you're already in shape, huh? Staying fit?"
"Something like that." We made small talk for a minute, then I got to ask some questions I'd been wondering about. Why, I asked, was she out in her garage?
"Distractions. Every time I went to work out in the house, I'd end up on YouTube, or Facebook, or whatever - I have to come out here to get anything done." And leaving the door open? "You know how hot it gets working out in a stuffy garage in the summer?" Fair point. "Speaking of, you look hot."
"Thanks."
"Not like that!" she yelled. "I mean, you look sweaty. I mean... uh, I have water in the garage if you want some. And gatorade."
Well, I was pretty thirsty, and she didn't seem like the serial killer type, so I followed her into the garage. It was a big two-car one, set up with stiff new mats on the floor and all kinds of workout equipment - a treadmill, weight bench, rowing machine, elliptical... and a old blue cooler my new friend was rooting through.
"Okay, I lied. I just have water. But it's Fiji water!" She tossed me a bottle. "It's really from Fiji. Uh, it says on the label."
I took a long sip and looked her up and down. She was about five nine, wearing black sweatpants and a black sports bra that was struggling mightily to hold in what must have been a 40F cup. She must have weighed at least 200 pounds; her body looked both fat and powerful as her workouts were still in the middle of transforming her body. She had broad shoulders, a big stomach, and large arms and legs that looked very strong. Her face was a bit long and plain, although I had already noticed she had a mischievous smile that lit it up. Her long black hair was in a very simple straight cut just past her shoulderblades and her big, almond-shaped dark eyes were fixed on me. She looked a little nervous, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She came out with it:
"So, uh.... listen, I'll just ask: Would you want to wrestle with me?"
"Huh?" Was this girl for real? She sure looked serious. "Yeah, absolutely. Right now?"
"Yes! I mean... if you're not busy...?" She made a wide welcome motion and I nodded, hoping I was going to regret this. Both of us took off our shoes, and I took off my shirt (I was hot) - this didn't seem to bother my opponent; to the contrary I almost felt a little uncomfortable as she stared at my body. I'm mostly lean muscle, and I started wondering what I might have gotten myself into. She used a switch on the wall to close the garage door ("no peekers!"). After it finished loudly coming down, we started circled each other cautiously. There was no question she had the power advantage, and I almost laughed as she lifted her hands, offering me a test of strength, as if I'd walk into that buzzsaw. My plan was to use my speed to stay out of her grip and wear her down, although I almost abandoned it right away based off the disappointed look on my opponent's face when she realized I wasn't going to accept her offer to lock up.
"C'mon, I'll go easy on you," she offered. I still didn't accept; one look at her arms was enough to tell me how this was going to end. When she saw I wasn't going to indulge her she reared back and grabbed at me with a roar, I think trying to get me in a bearhug; but she left me plenty of time and I weaved away from her grasping arms, leaving her to unbalance herself as she whiffed. I took a few steps back and charged, lowering my shoulder, but I guess I aimed a little high; my plan was to take out her knees and bring her down to the mat, but instead my shoulder smacked into her tummy and I basically bounced off her. I ended up somersaulting awkwardly backwards with the impact, getting to my feet as Chloe smiled at me in bemusement: "Do you want to try that again?"
Did I? No, surely that was too obvious; she'd just catch me in some kind of power move. I backed up a few feet and then charged, but instead of trying to tackle her I dropped into a slide, catching my opponent by surprise as I took out her legs. With a yelp she toppled forward; unfortunately as I looked up in terror I realized she was falling on top of me and her body slammed into mine, crushing me against the floor. We ended up with me on my back, her laying on top of me chest-first, her tits pressing against my bare chest through her thick sports bra.
With the wind knocked out of me I had to take a second to suck up as much air as I could. Chloe shook her head and before I could recover she braced her arms, lifting her upper body off the ground.
"So, Josh, do you mind if I work out during our match?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Good, because I haven't done my pushups yet today." With that she dropped her upper body down on top of me, driving out the precious air I'd managed to take in, then started doing rapid-fire pushups on top of me, slamming her torso into mine with each repetition. She grunted with each push-up and drop (except for the time she yelled "Gotta keep my heart rate up!") and I gasped under her, barely able to take a breath before she repeated the maneuver. It took everything I had just to breathe and try to brace myself before each slam, leaving any kind of escape out of the question. I found out later from Chloe that she did 200 pushups a day, and luckily she did far less (I'd probably have died before a hundred), but the 25 or 30 she gave me left me a panting mess by the time she was finished. The last time she dropped her weight on me she lay on top of me, pressing all of her weight down on my body.
"You know, we forgot to decide when the match is over. How about if I keep you pinned for ten, I win? Does that sound good?"
"Guh," I gasped.
"Good? Okay. One..." She counted slow, but this was more than counteracted by her laying on top of me; I tried to at least push her body off mine, but my arms were shaking with weakness, and even at my strongest if she wanted to stay on top of me, there wasn't anything I could do about it. "Two... Josh, what the hell are you doing?" I was tickling her. I started with her sides - no luck. "Three... that's not going to work!"
I detected just a hint of nervousness in her tone. I just had to find the right spot. I tried moving my hands up to her her ribs - nothing. Then her armpits, and Chloe fell off me in shrieking laughter as I mercilessly tickled my way out of the pin. I had to back off as my opponent was thrashing blindly but with considerable force, getting to my feet and panting as Chloe slowly stopped giggling. I let her get up and thought we were going to face off again, but she started wagging her finger at me: "Fighting dirty, huh? I can do that too. Watch this!"
I wondered if this was Chloe's first ever fight as she lunged at me; I hadn't been in a ton myself, but I at least knew better than to announce to my opponent I was about to attack them, and simply stepped out of Chloe's way as she barreled past me, her arms closing over empty air, leaving me standing on her right side. I quickly slipped behind her back, locking her arms up in a full nelson, hoping my superior position would negate her huge strength advantage. I was about to find out as Chloe started flexing her arms. With a mumbled "Fuck" she attempted to power out. I held on for dear life, both of us grunting and panting with exertion. Our bodies rubbed together, her big ass pressed against my crotch. Between her rump pressing against me, her feminine grunts and the subtle smell of her sweat it wasn't long before I got hard as we struggled; I hoped she wouldn't notice, but I guess there was no way she could miss me sticking her: "You enjoying yourself back there, Josh?"
"Yeah," I admitted.
"Well, don't get used to it," she gasped, still trying and failing to dislodge my arms. "I'm - any minute now -"  she stopped to pant - "aren't you getting tired?"
"Just say you submit and I'll let you go." That was apparently the wrong thing to say as Chloe snarled and almost broke the hold with a fresh surge of strength. Feeling like I had to do more to wear her out, I kept my feet planted and tried to move her with my arms, maybe shake her back and forth; no luck, she wasn't going anywhere. I realized we were stalemated - she couldn't break the hold and I couldn't move her. Now could I release her and maintain the advantage? I tried to convert the hold into a hammerlock, but the second I loosened my grip my opponent surprised me with her speed, sliding out of my grasp and spinning away from me. So much for that plan. Chloe rolled her shoulders as we faced off. Her eyes locked onto the tent I was pitching in my sweatpants, and when she lunged I was sure I knew where she was going.
But it was a feint, and at the last second she brought her right hand back, slamming a huge knife-edge chop into my chest. The impact was tremendous and knocked me down on my back. Chloe straddled my body and I realized she was about to drop all of her weight on my stomach. With speed born of terror I shot away from her on the mat and she barely missed, sitting down heavily with a grunt. I got to my feel while my opponent was still on her knees and went behind her, hoping to get that hammerlock, but she spun around on the mat to face me. She was just at the right height for my cock to rub against her face (at least I still had my pants on) and before I could take a step back she took it into her mouth.
With two layers of pants and underwear between my dick and her lips I didn't expect this to feel like much, but it was surprisingly enjoyable, and it was enough to paralyze me for a second, and that was all Chloe needed to yank my bottoms completely down with a smile. I stepped back out of them, my desire to win overpowering my desire to let my opponent have her way with me, and I found myself backing up quickly as Chloe got to her feet, ordering me to "come back here!"
Well, this was a large garage, but there still wasn't a huge amount of space, so if I wanted to keep wrestling her I was going to have to close up with her anyway. This time she kept her eyes off my cock, but I just knew she was going to go for it, and sure enough she faked a high slap and then tried to go low. I lifted my knee into her stomach, clearly catching her by surprise as she bent over with a gasp. I figured turnabout was fair play and reached down, unhooking her sports bra and whipping it off her.
If Chloe was embarrassed she didn't show it, taking a step back and standing straight, her huge tits hanging down, free from her bra. She had small, dark nipples, clearly very hard, and I guess I was a little mesmerized as she approached because I didn't see the knife-edge chop she aimed at me until it was too late.
I don't know if it was because I didn't have time to brace or she had more time to prepare this blow, but this hit had even more force than the first one and the impact knocked me over. For good measure I hit the back of my head on the floor and I found myself laying dazed on my back. Chloe rolled me over onto my chest and got me in a camel clutch, a weird variant where instead of sitting on my back she squatted over my shoulders, then linked her hands under my chin and pulled up. The back of my head went into her crotch as she worked the hold. This hurt pretty bad, and my in retrospect rather silly attempt to pry her hands from under my chin didn't help.
"You wanna give up, Josh?" she asked, not letting off the pressure at all. I grunted a "no" and tried to escape again by bracing my feet against the ground and pushing myself forward. I guess the reason that you usually sit down on someone's back is to stop them from doing this as I managed to break the hold, Chloe falling off me with a yelp of surprise. I hoped she'd be stunned long enough for me to get to my feet and recover, but I only made it to my knees when she unleashed her next move, coming around to my front and locking on a breast smother. She locked her arms around my head, keeping my face in the wide canyon between her huge and now sweat-slick tits. I found myself wishing I'd been able to take a deep breath before she applied this move; she had a lot to work with in this hold, reducing my world to a pitch-black, soft, sweaty prison.
At least my hands were free,  but I wasn't really sure what to do. Chloe's upper arms were pressed against her sides, and my attempt to tickle her armpits failed. I tried to push her away from me, but this had no chance of working. Could I push her arms away? No, no chance of that either. Getting desperate and running out of air I grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked them down (along with her underwear) to her ankles in one big pull. I hoped she would be shocked enough to release me, but instead she just laughed "Josh, what are you doing?" She wasn't laughing as I started stroking her pussy. Either she didn't want me to stop or didn't think of closing her legs - maybe the first as she was pretty wet - and I heard her moan as I slipped a finger in. I started pumping her and when this didn't weaken the hold or make her back off I started making a come-hither motion with my fingers, and this had quite an effect. I felt my opponent's grip loosening, then her arms fell and I managed to lean back and take in a huge breath, making sure not to stop my fingering lest Chloe slap the smother right on.
But it looked like she wasn't going to be doing anything soon as she had to support herself on me, resting her hands on her shoulders as her legs quaked. I thought I might be able to finish her right here, but before I could drive her over the edge she seemed to realize what was happening and gave me a shove, sending me somersaulting backwards. I rolled up to my feet and charged, hoping my opponent's head would be clouded, but with a Amazon war scream she caught me, using my own momentum as she turned and slammed me down to the mat on my back with crushing force. As I lay there stunned she went around to her ride side and nailed me with a cross-body splash, slamming her weight into my midsection and leaving me gasping for breath.My opponent picked me up like it was the easiest thing in the world for her, giving me a long, hard squeeze before hefting me up and laying me across her broad shoulders, leaving me facing the ceiling.
"Josh, you know what?" she asked casually.
"What," I gasped.
"I just remembered I haven't done my squats today."
Ohhhhhhhh, no. Before I could open my mouth to protest she started ripping off deep squats, each one sending pain jolting through my back as she bounced me up and down, her hands keeping my body pressed down against her shoulders. She started counting off each squat, barking "One!" "Two!" "Three!" as I groaned in pain on her shoulders. I managed to brace myself enough to ask how many she did a day and wanted to cry when she proudly barked "Two hundred!" then went back to counting with "Seven!" "Eight! Josh, just tell me when you want to give up. Nine!"
I somehow made it to fifteen; with my opponent holding me tightly I had no chance of escape and just held on as best I could. I guess Chloe got bored as she changed tactics, getting her hands under me, one on my back and one on my right thigh, and lifted me straight up over her head. The ceiling wasn't too high in the garage and I was almost touching an overhead light. "Hey, Josh. How much do you think it would hurt if I threw you down from here?"
I turned my head to look down - the mat-covered floor seemed impossibly far.
"Uh.... a lot."
"Oh." She brought me down, my back just touching her shoulders for a second, then lifted me up again. "Do you want to give up before I do it then?"
"Do wha-" Oh, no; ohhhhhhhhh, no. Why didn't I give up here? I don't really know; I guess I didn't want to lose, and maybe I didn't think she'd do it, or that I could endure it? I suppose it's a bit silly looking back; she'd pretty much demolished me by now, and I was only prolonging the inevitable. In any case I didn't give up, and Chloe gave me a count: "Three, two. one..."
She threw me down from what must have been eight or nine feet high. My back and the back of my head slammed into the ground with shattering force. The overhead lights swum in my vision, then a huge shadow loomed over me: Chloe, bending down: "Josh, are you okay?! Speak to me!"
"Uh," I managed. I guess that was enough to reassure her that I was alive as she sat down on my chest and started counting slowly, seeing if I was going to try to dislodge her. At first I didn't have the energy to even think about it, but she counted very slowly; by six (which was probably about two minutes) I managed to get my hands under her bare butt and started pushing up. I was prepared for a titanic struggle to unseat my opponent, but Chloe just hopped off me, I think deciding I wasn't quite finished yet; but getting up was still beyond me as my opponent leaned down and picked me up, carrying me like a baby. "Hey, Josh, how much do you weigh?" she asked, cradling me.
"Um, about one fifty."
"Hmm, feels about right. I'm gonna slam you now, okay? You wanted to keep going, right?" Well, I had pushed her off, so I guess I did. I tried to brace as she slammed me down on my back. Nope, I was finished; I should have just given up before she gave me that military press. I laid there waiting to get pinned, but instead Chloe got me in a reverse headscissors, laying on my left side, her thick thighs closing around my head and left arm.
At the best of times this would probably be impossible to get out of once my opponent got the hold locked in, and in my current shape all I could do was blindly slap at her legs with my trapped arm; and I stopped doing even this when it proved totally useless.
For a minute after I stopped struggling we both just lay there, and I wondered what Chloe was doing; I knew her legs were super strong, and she could just bear down and finish me, but she was barely squeezing, just enough to keep me from doing anything.
"Josh, you're pretty tough," I heard her, muffled by her big thighs. "But I got you now. You can struggle all you want, but you're mine. Right?"
With that her soft hand wrapped around my cock. It was semi-hard and she used just a ring grip, her index finger and thumb, to quickly stroke me to full attention. Then she started jerking me off, her hand languidly moving up and down my shaft, in no hurry to finish me off. I bucked my hips a little, seeking more sensation, but to not avail; I was totally helpless in my opponent's cinch and she set a slow pace, her other hand cupping and then playing with my balls as she toyed with me.
"You don't get to finish until I say so, Josh," she told me as if this was the most natural thing in the world. "How does that make you feel?" My rock-hardness seemed to be answer enough. She changed her grip to a whole-hand gentle squeeze and picked up the pace, but only slightly. I was totally in her power as she stroked my dick. For all the slowness it was an even more powerful climax when it came; I kicked my legs helplessly as she pushed me over the edge, her strong hand milking as much spunk as she could out of my cock as I grunted and writhed in helpless pleasure. Only when I had finished did she slow and then stop her hand, then she released the scissors.
"Whew! You let out a lot!" I looked up; she wasn't kidding. I had shot cum on my stomach, her hand, and the mats. "That was fun, though, right? You liked it?" she purred, getting up to all fours, moving so her body was pressed against mine. "It's my turn. Right?"
I had enough energy to nod, barely; Chloe scooted up so that she was straddling my shoulders, then then started slowly sliding forward, eclipsing the overhead lights as she straddled my face, until her musky pussy was pressing against my mouth. For a second I thought she was going to kill me with a facesit, but she backed up a little bit, enough for me to get my tongue out of my mouth. It wasn't much of a mystery what she wanted, and hell, she'd earned it; I leaned forward the tiny bit necessary to press my tongue against her pussy and was rewarded with a deep moan of pleasure from my opponent. She was very wet, turned on from dominating me, I suppose. I reached up and grabbed her hips and then went to town eating her pussy, tickling it by flicking my tongue over her entrance, pressing it deep in with long slow licks that seemed to drive her wild. As she got more and more excited Chloe pressed her hips forward, but I barely noticed; her panting moans egged me on as I went for the finish, and she came hard, reaching a powerful climax. All of the energy drained out of her body as she slowly slid off me until we were laying side by side staring up at the lights.
"Was that okay?" I asked meekly. She managed to turn her head and smiled. "Yeah," she panted. "Yeah, that was good." After a few more breaths she seemed to start to recover.  "Oh... uh, should I pin you?"
"Sure, if you want."
"Well...." she bit her lip. "I mean... do you mind?"
"No, you beat me fair and square."
"Okay!" She stood up, planting one bare foot on my chest and flexed her arms, counting ten. She helped me up: "Are you all right?"
"Yeah," I gasped. "You're strong."
"Thanks." She slid some of her long hair behind her left ear. "Rematch?"
"Rematch." We shook on it, and she didn't even crush my hand.

Camping Catfight (F/F)

I started getting nervous when I saw that my boss hadn't packed a tent for our July 4th weekend camping trip. Looking back now, I should have bailed as soon as she said that her wife couldn't make it at the last minute; But I hadn't, and now we'd hiked three miles into the woods together (over 8000 steps on my Fitbit), and Stephanie had silently watched me set my little pup tent up, sitting on the black duffel bag she hadn't opened and drinking a warm beer.

"Well," I mumbled, taking a step back and looking at my tent. "I'm done. Did you, uh... is yours in that bag, or...?"

"No," Steph yawned, slowly standing up.

"Uh... well, my tent only sleeps one..." I took a unconscious step back as she walked towards me.

"I know." She kept coming, right into my personal space. "And you know what else I know, Miss Jennifer Chang?"

"No...." I squeaked.

"I know you've been stealing tips!"

My mouth hung open in shock. I'd been working for Stephanie for 2 years, starting right after I'd graduated college, and we'd never had a problem - and I'd certainly never stolen from her! If I had, I probably could have afforded a car instead of relying on my ten year old bike to get to and from work.

"Don't bother denying it. Now here's what's going to happen - there's nobody around for miles, and nobody to hear you scream. You understand?" I tried to take another step back, but I was at the edge of the clearing, backed up against a huge old tree. "You can pull your pants down right now and take a spanking, and I'll let you keep your job. And you can pay me back - uh - " she pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket - "um, $3872.96, and I won't beat it out of you."
"I don't have that kind of money!" I wailed.
"Spent it already, huh?" She smiled, a mean smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Well, then I'm gonna get $3872.96 of fun out of you. You know what's in my pack?" She jerked her thumb at the mysterious duffel bag. "All kinds of fun toys. Last chance..."

I mulled my options with the speed of a cornered, broke waitress. I didn't have the money to pay Steph back; my options were either running or fighting. I briefly considered running; I knew I could move faster than my angry boss, but looking at the sinking sun, I didn't know if I could get out of the woods by dark.

So, what, then, fight? I didn't rate my chances very high. But what else could I do?

"I don't have your money," I said slowly. "So... I guess... um, we're going to fight?" My boss shook her head at me, but backed away so we could face off in the middle of the clearing.

"Take off your shoes," Steph ordered. I did as she said, not quite sure why, I guess hoping somehow she'd rethink this whole thing if I did what she wanted. "And your socks!" she barked in her boss voice. For good measure I also took off my fitbit for some reason, sticking it in my left shoe.

We faced off in the center of the clearing. Both of us were wearing tank tops and shorts, but that's where the similarities ended. Steph was two inches shorter than me at 5'6", but she outweighed me considerably, with broad shoulders and big, thick arms, which were currently crossed under her C cups. She must've weighed at least 160 pounds, and I'm lying if I say I wasn't a little scared of her as her green eyes glared at me through her big, chunky glasses. Her small mouth was twisted into a mean sneer. Her brown hair was cut into a Skrillex, very long on her left side, shaved on the right - maybe I could make a grab for it, a note I filed away for later.

As for myself, I'm taller than Steph at 5'8", but I'm built very slim, maybe 130 pounds; my black hair fell down past my shoulders, and I wished I'd thought to put it up in a ponytail to make it harder to grab. Where Steph's large tits were formed into a deep valley of cleavage by her bra, my little A-cups (my precious miniatures, as I liked to call them) were so small I hadn't bothered putting a bra on. In contrast to her strong limbs,the only real muscles I had were in my long legs.

The start of a battle plan started to form. Maybe - just maybe - I had a chance; I couldn't even come close to matching her in upper body strength, but my legs were pretty powerful from miles of hikes and riding my bike to and from work every day. If I could get her down on the ground, maybe I could get my legs around her neck and choke her out?

This was a pretty thin string to hang my hopes on, but it was better than nothing. Steph put her fists up like a boxer, apparently thinking I was dumb enough to start trading punches with her. I knew how that would end and as we closed, I managed to surprise her, reaching around her guard and slapping the chunky hipster glasses right off her face. She froze for a second, long enough for me to go under her guard and slam my right fist into her soft tummy. Unprepared for the hit, Steph bent over, groaning; I wasn't really sure what to do and awkwardly shoved her, pushing her down to the grass on her back. I went to sit down next to her, hoping to trap her in a scissors hold and end the fight before it started, but she moved too quickly, scrabbling away from me. We both got to our feet and raised our hands, my opponent going back to her boxing pose, while I held my palms out towards her like a grappler. We circled each other for a second before Stephanie attacked, charging in at me throwing big punches.

I guess it was pretty clear neither one of us had been in many fights as Steph was throwing big, sloppy punches and I was barely managing to keep clear of them. I made a grab at her right wrist, but I missed, and Stephanie's left fist slammed up into my stomach, pain exploding from my gut where she hit me. I gagged, feeling like I was going to throw up, and couldn't stay standing, sinking down to my knees. I looked up to see a smirking Stephanie, already aiming a followup punch. I tried to get out of the way, but I was moving in slow motion; her right fist crashed straight into my face, stars exploding in my vision as I found myself laying on my back, looking up at the sunset sky. I felt my opponent sinking her hands into my long hair, pulling me up like dead weight until I was bent over in front of her, one of her hands still holding my hair, the other pressing down on my back.

Steph lifted her knee up into my stomach, once, twice, three times. She released me and I collapsed to the ground in a heap, coughing and holding my tummy where she'd hit me. As I lay there suffering my opponent pulled my tank top off. I felt my nipples instantly hardening in the cool air as I found the strength to roll away from Steph and get to my feet.

I was pretty wobbly; I doubted I could take another hit, and wanted to buy myself some time to recover. Stephanie threw a huge right-handed punch at my head, and I weaved back, seeing my opponent unbalance herself as her fist flew past my face. I kneed her between the legs, knowing I'd hit home as Steph's eyes went wide and she gasped. I put my hands on her shoulders and drew my right leg back, smashing my knee into her stomach with as much force as I could. I felt my kneecap sink into her soft gut and now it was Steph's turn to fall to her knees, retching. Returning her earlier move I yanked her tank top off, then reached down and undid the straps on her bra and whipped it off her. I tried to grab her wrists thinking I could tie her hands behind her back, but a coughing Steph backed me off with wild slaps and punches.

I took a few steps away from my opponent as she got to her feet, glaring at me. We faced each other  across the clearing, both topless, panting and out of breath, and both of us sporting newly-forming bruises on our stomachs (although the one on my flat tummy was far larger - Steph's repeated knee strikes had hit a wider area than my single powerful one, I guess). As we closed her heavy, bare tits made a fairly obvious target, and I reached out and grabbed one in each hand and started squeezing. Steph groaned in pain and returned the favor.

Where I had a kind of underhand cupping action on my boss' big boobs, mine were so small she had to take a straight-on grip mostly on my nipples. We struggled for a moment, Steph attacking my tits with fury, mostly focusing on nipple twists and hard slaps; the twists hurt like hell, but she couldn't really get the angle right on the slaps, and these didn't really phase me much (although I made sure to play up a grimace and cry out in pain when she did them, hoping to trick her into doing more slaps instead of the genuinely agonizing nipple attacks).

For myself I squeezed as hard as I could, crushing her mammaries in my hands, mixing in twisting downward pulls. At first this didn't seem to work too well, but I could hear Steph fighting down little gasping sobs. Despite the pain my opponent was inflicting on me, I found myself getting the upper hand, I guess mostly because I had more to work with.

Finally Steph had enough and broke off the attack on my chest, releasing my boobs and grabbing my wrists. I held on for dear life, but with a yell of effort she pulled my hands away from her tits. I guess I'd held on too long as now she had my wrists trapped, and using this hold to keep me in place, she lifted her knee into my crotch.

Pain exploded from between my legs and I let out an undignified wail. My boss released my arms and I took a step back, slightly bent over, hands protectively over my pussy. I felt tears sliding down my face and Stephanie attacked without mercy, punching me hard in the stomach. With a gasping sob I fell down to my knees, and my opponent easily pushed me down onto my back. I managed to roll over, but before I could get away from her she grabbed the waistband of my shorts. I frantically crawled away from her and caught a lucky break as Steph held onto my bottoms, apparently thinking this would keep me from moving; but instead I crawled out of both my shorts and panties, leaving me naked but free, and a surprised Steph taking a stumbling step backwards to keep from falling down.

I managed to get up to my feet before my opponent could recover from her surprise; I put my fists up as she tossed my shorts and undies away and we faced off again. My heart was pounding in my chest; I was scared, humiliated, hurt and exhausted.

"Should've given up when you had the chance," Stephanie taunted me as we circled each other. "You know what kind of toys I got in my bag? It's gonna be a real long weekend for you, sweetie. Let's get this fight over with, I got some big plans for your little ass." With this she attacked, throwing a big right hand square at my face. I went under her fist, grabbing her arm with both hands. Now, I don't want to perpetuate the stereotype that all Asians know martial arts (and I'm fourth generation anyways), but I knew enough simple mechanics for a basic throw - I pushed my hip into a surprised Steph and used her arm to lift her over my back, throwing her down hard into the grass. Steph let out a heavy grunt as her back slammed into the ground. I quickly stomped her in the stomach, my dirty foot sinking deep into her soft tummy, aiming for the bruise I'd already started going.

"You fuck face," my boss gasped. "I'm gonna kill you as soon as I get up. They're never gonna find your body out here!"

"Yeah, keep talking," I hissed. My opponent was right where I wanted her to unleash my hopefully finishing move. I quickly laid down on the grass so we were at 90 degrees, snaking my legs around her midsection, and snapped shut the scissors hold I'd been hoping for all fight.

Stephanie immediately grabbed my ankles and started trying to pull my legs apart as I squeezed. I could hear her groaning with effort as she tried to get out of the hold, and I was gasping with exertion as I worked just as hard to keep her in it. After just a minute of this struggle we were both sweating heavily, a bad sign as it might make Steph slippery and help her escape. My legs started getting sore, but I powered though, seeing that my scissors was working; Stephanie's strong hands started getting weaker and she began to panic as she frantically pulled on my legs. She was panting, clearly having to work hard to get any air into her lungs, and I felt her hands slide off me entirely as she let out a defeated moan.

I wasn't taking any chances. I kept Stephanie in the scissors for a minute more, my legs burning with fatigue. When I couldn't take it anymore I released my opponent, who looked like she had almost been knocked out; she barely stirred as my shaking legs came off her, her big tits heaving as she took in large gulps of air. I crawled over to where her bra lay in the grass, deciding I'd better tie her hands before I called the fight finished. I cursed my sore legs as I slowly moved back towards Steph; even crawling was agonizing.

I got back to where my boss was laying in the grass and, to my astonishment, in the few minutes it had taken me to cross the clearing she had woken up enough to fight; she grabbed the bra out of my hands and threw it into my face. Then she lift her right leg, aiming a big kick at my chest. Luckily for me she was clearly still hurting pretty badly, and her kick was slow and sloppy. I grabbed her leg, giving her a hard punch in the stomach. This clearly hurt her pretty badly; still, I had to finish her off quickly. I came up with a plan, peeling off her shorts and panties.

"You wanna give up, Steph?"

"Go fuck yourself," she huffed. I gave her pussy a light slap.

"Last chance..."

"Fuck you." She managed to sit up with effort that left her panting heavily. "Just wait until I get up. I'm going to snap you like a twig, Jen! I'm - what the fuck are you doing?"

What I was doing was sliding my body so that Stephanie and I were face to face, naked crotches against each other.
"It's over, sweetie," I taunted her. "You're done!"
I started rubbing my pussy against hers. I know it's more dramatic here if we had an epic trib duel where we were both pushed to the edge of endurance before one of us gave up and surrendered to the other heart and soul, but the truth is I pretty much destroyed her; she clearly had no idea what she was doing, and her resistance crumbled almost as soon as I got myself into position to start working her clit. We had started both sitting up face to face, but in less than a minute she was on her back, fingers digging into the dirt, panting like a bitch in heat as I dominated her pussy with mine. I kept grinding as she started cumming, wailing in defeated pleasure. I wanted her to understand that I'd beaten her and I didn't let up, tribbing her though what must have been a massive orgasm as she writhed in the grass.

This time when I went to tie her hands she didn't move an inch; I flipped her onto her back, put her wrists together and tied them into a solid knot. I left my beaten opponent laying on her face as I slowly got to my feet and painfully stumbled over to see what was in the duffel bag she'd brought.

Good as her word, she'd stuffed half a sex shop in there; she had packed cuffs, a gag, a gimp mask, two vibrators, a strapon, nipple clamps, a scary-looking whip, shaving cream, a razor, and a double-ended foot long black double-ended dildo. I looked over at Steph; she had just managed to roll over onto her back and was uselessly trying to free her hands. She looked up at me, an expression of shocked fear on her face.

Maybe this weekend wasn't going to be so bad after all. 

Teens vs Dads Summer Tournament (Finale)

Our team had completely eliminated the girls, but that wasn’t quite the end of the festivities; there was no winner. It seemed obvious that since Cassandra and Judy had gotten into the second round, they should wrestle each other to determine the champ. Cassie came over to discuss it, and unable to resist teasing her, I asked if she was ready to see me wrestling Frank for the title.

“Dad, please,” Cassie rolled her eyes. “No offense, but nobody wants to see two old guys fighting.” I shared a look with my undefeated teammate; he just sighed.  

“All right. Whoever wins this gets to take home - uh - “ I picked up the belt - “this beautiful championship title. Wrestlers, to the center… Um, Judy, do you need five?”

“She doesn’t get five!” my daughter yelled, her competitive nature taking over. To Judy’s credit she’d gotten to her feet although she looked mighty wobbly. Both wrestlers went to the center to start the final fall, Cassandra with her back to the girl’s corner, Judy with her bare butt facing us. Judy hadn’t had much time to rest from losing to me and still looked quite flushed, while Cassie had a full match to catch her breath and ice her knee; it looked just slightly swollen from here, but I guessed we’d see how it was working shortly. I yelled “Fight!” and sat back to watch, guessing Judy would try some stalling tactics to give her time to recover.

She didn’t; the kid has guts, I have to give her that. As they closed Cassie opened by launching her fastest slap at Judy, but the skinnier fighter went under it with surprising speed, dropping to slide on her knees, coming to a stop with her head between her opponent’s thighs, and I could guess from the priceless look of shock on my girl’s face what Judy was doing. Cassie stood there frozen for a second before coming back to her senses, lifting her arms and then slamming a massive double-ax handle into Judy’s back, knocking her down to the mat on her chest. Cassie gave her opponent a huge stomp to the spine, then one to the back of the head that looked devastating. Judy slowly rolled over, but her opponent was clearly in control as Cassie scooped Judy up like a ragdoll. My daughter laid Judy over her wide shoulders, one hand hooking her opponent’s upper thigh and the other one her neck, and started pulling down.

This must have hurt poor Judy quite badly after the working over I’d given her back, and she wailed in agony as Cassie worked the hold. I leaned forward in my seat to see if Judy would give up, but she held on. My daughter barked at her to submit, but Judy shook her head. Cassie lost her patience and dropped to a kneel, slamming Judy down over her knee in a massive backbreaker. Cassie kept her opponent over her knee, pressing down on Judy’s shoulderblades and crotch, bending her victim’s back, copying my move from the previous match. She must have been in intense pain but Judy still wouldn’t give up, and Cassie flipped her off her knee with an annoyed grunt. Judy hit the mat on her chest and didn’t move.

“Finish her off!” I yelled. I didn’t want to see Judy take any more punishment and it seemed like she was finished. Whether she heard me or not my daughter rolled Judy onto her back, then laid on top of her and started kissing her. I guess she decided Judy would never verbally submit and was going to finish her sexually; Cassie certainly had her work cut out for her (probably applying a bit too much hurt before going for an erotic submission) but she went to it with gusto, attacking Judy’s mouth with her tongue while she pressed her wide thigh between her opponent’s legs, grinding it against her target’s pussy.

Judy slowly started coming around as Cassie worked her over. Judy’s arms came off the mat and cupped her opponent’s hanging breasts. Cassie broke off the kiss, grabbing Judy’s wrists, pulling her hands away and slamming them back down to the mat, holding them there as she slid her head down and started sucking on Judy’s nipples. Cassie’s technique looked a little rough from here, but it seemed effective; Judy kicked her legs helplessly and moaned as Cassie sucked, then flicked, then swirled her tongue around Judy’s hard nipples. Eventually Cassie decided Judy was finished and released her prey’s wrists, moving into a 69 position on top of her. My daughter’s lack of experience this kind of attack showed as she neglected to keep her hips high, letting Judy counterattack with her mouth as both girls started eating each other out, but it looked like Cassie had it all wrapped up anyway as she tried to break her opponent with her tongue.

For a minute the match hung in the balance as the two girls went at each other; then Judy lifted her right hand off the mat and it went between her opponent’s legs as she started working Cassie’s clit. The heavier fighter stopped and moaned deeply, lying on top of her opponent just panting until I yelled at her to fight back; she tried to do so, but Judy’s legs closed around her head, catching Cassie out of position, her mouth stuck against her opponent’s inner thigh instead of her crotch.

But my daughter still had some fight in her, and she pushed off the mat, lifting herself off her opponent. Judy held on to the headscissors for a second before she fell off, rolling over and getting up. The fighters circled, both sweaty and flushed; it looked like the match was going to end soon one way or the other.

They closed and Judy grabbed at Cassie’s tits, but my daughter went low and slammed her elbow into Judy’s tummy, bending her over. Cassie took hold of her opponent and lifted her off the mat, flipping her around so that both wrestlers were in a elevated 69 (like she was about to deliver a piledriver).

I guess Cassie figured there was no way Judy could finger her clit while hanging upside down in her arms. The girls buried their faces in each other’s crotches, Cassie still holding Judy upside down in the air. Now I think I see what Cassie was going for here - she had Judy in position to either finish her, or if Judy started pulling ahead and getting close to making her cum, Cassie could just drop her on her head, or even nail her with a piledriver. I’ve seen this move work before, but it failed her here as Judy reached around my daughter’s body, pried her buttcheeks apart and pressed her finger against Cassie’s ass. Cassandra moved to escape this but Judy stopped her short, sliding her finger up Cassie’s butt, leaving the bigger fighter in the embarrassing position of holding her opponent upside down while getting her pussy eaten and her rear cornholed. In this position Judy forced Cassie to a powerful climax, the bigger fighter’s arms and legs shaking as she threw her head back and screamed in helpless ecstasy. Unable to stand she fell backwards, Judy landing on top of her. There was no doubt my girl had submitted via climax, and I went to check on her while Judy was presented with her trophy. I’d brought along a my daughter’s bathrobe and draped it over her broad shoulders as I saw her trying not to cry. I raised her to be a good sport, and she took a few deep breaths before composing herself and going to the center of the ring to shake the champ’s hand. Judy pulled her in for a hug before accepting her trophy. The 2017 tournament was over.

Teens vs Dads Summer Tournament (Round 2)

Cassandra vs Frank

The first match of the second round was Cassandra vs Frank. I felt this one was about fifty-fifty on who would win; if Cassie could keep Frank off guard and keep laying in her power moves I didn’t doubt she could finish him off fairly quickly, but all of her muscle also made her more susceptible to his submission holds than a more supple fighter.

Instead of locking up the match started with Cassie started posing at her opponent, flexing her arms and roaring. Frank just stood there as the girl’s team cheered their fighter. After showing off for a bit Cassandra put her hands up in a test of strength and Frank accepted, locking his hands with hers. I have no idea what Frank thought he was doing as to the girls’ delight Cassie overpowered him quickly, pushing him down to his knees, then forcing him flat on his back, and in under a minute she had a full bare breast smother locked in on my partner.

“Frank, get up! Don’t let her do that to you!” I pleaded. Cassie aimed a happy, nasty look of triumph at me: “Don’t bother, dad. Your buddy’s finished!” She turned back to Frank. “Isn’t that right? You wanna tap out?”

Frank had been trying fruitlessly to push Cassandra off him, but she was too strong; instead he reached down towards her midsection. For a second I thought he was indeed going to tap, but instead he started tickling my daughter. Now I’m not going to say that I showed my teammates where Cassie is susceptible to being tickled before the tournament, but I’m not saying I didn’t either, and Frank got his fingertips right under her ribs and set my daughter shrieking in helpless, squirming laughter. He managed to get his larger opponent rolled off him and pressed the attack, laying a thrashing Sam out on her back as he kept tickling her. He tried to roll her over onto her chest, but to do this he had to stop tickling her, and as soon as he did the spell was broken; Cassie shot a kick at him that missed, but he had to back off, and a panting, red-faced Cassie got to her feet, looking more winded from her laughing fit than I’d seen her all day.

Frank charged her trying to take her down before she could recover, but she had the stamina of a teenager and caught him, pulling him down into a front facelock (like she was about to give him a DDT), swinging around to convert this into a strong headlock, pressing her opponent’s face into her big left breast. She started marching him around the mat, to the delight of her teammates; Frank slapped at her strong body ineffectively. When that didn’t work he reached down for her left knee, but her dragging him around the mat kept him from getting a good grip; II guess he did at least prompt Cassie to change tactics as she smoothly switched holds, getting behind Frank and wrapping her arms around his midsection, lifting him up, planting her left leg and giving him an Atomic drop.

Poor Frank took the full brunt of this move and rolled off my daughter holding himself in what looked like deep pain. Cassie asked if he wanted to give up, but he only managed a choked gasp. With a shrug she set about trying to finish him off, getting on his ride side, taking his limp cock between her index finger and thumb.

Now I don’t think anyone watching Frank laying on the mat in agony getting manhandled by his friend’s teenage daughter would call him lucky, but he did get a lucky break as his opponent made a classic mistake here - she had just inflicted massive damage on Frank’s balls, but she wanted to finish him now with an erotic attack, which would be much less effective. I’d warned her about this before in her career, but felt kind of glad she hadn’t listened as it gave Frank a chance, however small, to recover and turn the tide on her. Cassie only managed to get Frank to half extension with her hand and moved to finish him with her mouth, her team cheering as she bent over and started blowing her opponent. Frank started slowly lifting his right leg and I leaned forward on my plastic chair as he quickly turned his hips, locking a strong headscissors on my daughter. Cassie let out a bark of surprise, Frank’s shaft falling out of mouth just before his legs clamped closed around her head. She pawed at his legs with her hands and for a second I was scared she was going to just pull his legs apart, but it looked like this wasn’t going to happen as she tried and failed to get one of her hands between his legs to force them open. My relief was short lived as she instead hooked her arms behind Frank’s back and lifted him off the mat. Before she could slam him back down he released his legs and awkwardly slid down her body. Cassie hadn’t expected this and had a goofy look of surprise on her face as Frank came to rest on the mat. Recovering her wits she lifted her leg for a stop, but Frank rolled away from her up to his feet, and before she could get back on a solid footing he charged her, going low in a slide tackle that took her other leg out. Cassie pitched forward and slammed into the mat on her chest, the impact stunning her. Frank quickly grabbed her right ankle and applied a single-leg Boston crab, expertly torquing my girl’s leg. Cassie screamed as he pulled her thick thigh as far back as he could, but he couldn’t keep the hold on long as she powered out by simply pushing off the ground, forcing Frank the break the hold. Looking to finish him in one move she lunged, trying to trap him in a bearhug, but she winced as she put weight on her right leg, pausing for just a second. This gave Frank time to go under her grab and sweep her legs out. Cassie sat down heavily on the mat with a oomph, and a kick to the chest (landing inbetween her breasts) put her down on her back. Cassie groaned and was too slow to stop her opponent from quickly locking on a figure-four leglock.Her groan became a scream as Frank started bending the same knee he’d targeted earlier. Her team started yelling advice (Judy telling her to roll over, Kayla telling her to reach down and grab Frank’s legs, and Zoe just barking “Don’t let him do that to you!”) Cassie tried rolling over first, but this was an escape she wasn’t familiar with, and only managed to rock back and forth; moaning in pain she then tried to free herself by reaching down and pulling Frank’s legs off hers, but she could barely reach and wasn’t able to get her power into the effort. Finally she laid back and with a groan gave up, tapping her opponent’s legs in a rare non-erotic submission (not that I’m complaining; I didn’t need to see my neighbor getting my little girl off right in front of me).

Frank let her go and I went out to help him check her knee; we had to help her up and over to her area to lay her down on a lounger, but a few icepacks and she’d be good as new. Kayla went to get some from the freezer while I had to go to the center of the mat - my match was up next and if I won, we’d have the whole tournament locked up. My daughter told my opponent to get one back for the girl’s team as I got ready to face off with Judy.

Eric vs Judy

Judy was starting totally naked, while I still had my bottoms; I doubted I’d manage to keep them more than a minute or two, but at least I could make Judy work for it a bit, and knowing she was going to try and get them off right away gave me a little bit of an edge (I hoped). As for my own strategy I was going to try and wrestle with her, picking a body part to work - I ruled out her long, thin arms and legs; it would have to be her head or back, depending on how the match went. No matter what happened I knew from experience I couldn’t beat her in the kind of sexfight she’d try to engage me in; the last time we’d tussled she had managed to draw me into a sexfight and I’d ended up on all fours, one of her long fingers up my ass (she didn’t have the reputation of being a prostate poker for nothing) and then milked me in front of my wife and daughter; not my proudest moment. Of course as this memory came to my mind I started getting hard, a detail my opponent did not miss even through my bottoms; she smiled at me and licked her lips. 
We closed to start the match and sure enough she went right for my shorts. This move seemed so obvious I looked for a fake-out, but no, she was just that single-minded, and it cost her as I grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her torso, lifting her up off the ground before turning and slamming her down hard on her back. I’d assumed this would stun her, but even though the pain she stayed focused,  surprising me by grabbing the waistband on my shorts. I reached down to try and hold my bottoms up, but the girl’s team erupted in hoots and cheers as Judy yanked my suit down, leaving me flapping in the breeze. They were less pleased as I grabbed two handfuls of Judy’s long hair and pulled her down into a standing headscissors. I tried to grab her wrists (thinking to pull her arms straight up and really get her trapped), but I guess I should have known better as I barely had the hold on for five seconds before her hands were prying my buttcheeks apart. It wasn’t any mystery what she was going to try to do next and before she could, I bent down, linking my arms around her midsection, then stood back up and hefted her up onto my shoulders.
I guess looking back this wasn’t a smart move to try so early in the match, and I suppose Judy had managed to panic me a little bit by going after my butt. Instead of slamming her down to the mat I froze as my opponent locked her legs around the back of my head. I swayed there for a second, my face pressed into her naked crotch, before she slammed an elbow into the top of my head and I sank to my knees, then fell forward, ending up on my chest, Judy on her back scissoring my head. This was a dangerous spot and I had to quickly choose between two escape options; I briefly considered stealing one of Judy’s own moves and trying to get a finger up her butt, then discarded this as she might not even flinch and went for a plan that almost never works, trying to get my hands between her legs and prying them apart. 
I chose the second option because Judy isn’t very strong, and I was rewarded by being able to take a deep breath after forcing her thighs away from each other. My opponent hadn’t expected this and stared at me in shock for a second, I reached for her but she came to her senses too fast, somersaulting backwards away from me. She got to her feet and we circled. My hard cock was bobbing in front of me and in perhaps not the most shocking turn of events in history Judy badly faked a jab at my head and then lunged at my dick.
I caught her as she went low, lifting her over my head in a basic suplex; she grunted as her body came down and her back slammed into the mat. I tried to grab her, but she has good instincts and rolled away from me, getting to her knees, and I had to back off, on the lookout for a charge - she doesn’t weigh much, but if she got enough momentum into it she could tackle me pretty effectively. I guess at this point she’d figured out just lunging at my cock wasn’t going to work, and she tricked me by faking another lunge; I didn’t recognize it as a feint until too late, my hands dropping out of position, leaving me open for a hard kick to my stomach. I bent over in shock and she quickly slapped a headlock on me, pressing my face against her left breast like my daughter had done to Frank in the last match.
Of course Judy is much flatter, and this didn’t really work; I was able to breathe very easily, and Judy marching me around the mat gave me a break to catch my breath. I let her do this until I was ready to continue and then locked my arms around her midsection, lifting her off the mat. I gave her an Atomic drop, making sure she landed on her butt, not wanting to hurt her crotch. I’m not sure my opponent was terribly appreciative as her tailbone smacked into my knee and she fell to the mat on her side with a loud curse. I followed up with a simple but effective move, sitting down facing Judy’s back; she was laying on her left side and I grabbed her right arm and leg, planting my foot in her back and pulling. 
Judy wailed as I pulled, but when I asked her if she wanted to give up she panted “not yet,” so with a mental shrug I went back to working the hold. Unfortunately this was less effective than it could have been because of her long limbs, and after a minute or two I decided to switch to something else, not wanting to let her recover as she’d done to me with her ineffective headlock. But what to put her in? While I pondered this I got to my feet, lifting her with me and giving her another suplex, dropping her on her back. She rolled over with a moan and I grabbed her, getting on one knee and laying her out over my leg, facing up. I put one hand under her chin and the other on her tummy (below her belly button) and started pressing down. This isn’t a hard hold to escape, but Judy was worn down and I could tell from her lack of resistance that she was just about finished; the perils of focusing on erotic wrestling, I suppose, leaving her susceptible to my moves targeting her back.
Still, I’d seen comebacks from far worse than the state Judy was in, so just to make sure I worked the hold until I felt her body go totally limp; then I lowered her down to the mat, laying her flat on her back. She managed to cover her eyes with her right arm, but nothing else. 
Of course she hadn’t submitted yet, so I got ready to put her away. I laid down next to her on the ground, my feet near her head and vice versa. I was on her right side and lifted her right leg, draping it over my right shoulder, scooting up a little so I had full access to her bare crotch with both hands. Judy gasped as I ran a finger up her slit; she was wet - she’s got a strong libido, which is probably more to take the credit than anything I’d done so far - and I proceeded with my plan, slipping a finger in, hearing my opponent moan as I started breaking any resistance she had left. I’d finished Judy like this before and knew how she liked it - light work with one finger, then adding a second hand stimulating her clit as she got worked up, then getting two or three fingers in for the finish. I started with one hand, her legs thrashing on the mat. Before I could get very far into the second phase her teammates started yelling at her, and she began to come around. For a second my heart started pounding as a vision of her mounting a comeback flashed before me. She grabbed my cock - I’d gotten pretty hard working on her - and her hand started flying up and down my shaft, stopping every dozen strokes for her thumb to tease my tip.
Despite the head start I’d gotten I knew she could outlast me. I closed my legs around her hand, and she likewise closed her legs around mine, but I had the advantage now; she needed to move her hand up and down my shaft to get me off, but I just had to keep moving my fingers already inside her. Judy grunted in annoyance as she realized what I’d done, and then she went to her ace, trying to use her free hand to target my ass. 
But the way I was laying on the mat meant she couldn’t get in there, and my opponent was left trying to find a way out of the position I’d put her in before her time ran out and I made her cum. With just one free hand her options were limited; she tried to pull my legs apart uselessly, then tried tickling my legs, then the bottom of my feet, then was reduced to slapping my legs in irritation as she got more and more worked up. I knew I’d won when I saw her lay back and accept the inevitable. I changed the motion of my fingers buried in her to a come-hither motion, and that partnered with my clitoral stimulation finished her; Judy thrashed in helpless ecstasy and the match came to an end as my opponent submitted to pleasure, screaming in rapture, her body shaking as I finished her with a massive orgasm.

We released each other and I got to my feet, catching a towel Frank tossed me to clean off my fingers. Of course this wasn’t quite the end of the tournament; there was no champ, so it looked like there was going to be one last match to decide who’d be taking home the belt.