Anniversary Catfight Behind the Classy Fondue Restaurant Part 2 (F/F)

It was a cool Saturday afternoon when Maya rang the doorbell. We weren’t expecting anyone, and Ann beat me to the door; she looked through the peephole and screeched “Bitchasaurus Rex is here!” Before I could stop her she’d opened the door; sure enough Maya was there, dressed in a modest fluffy cream turtleneck sweater and black pants.

“Ah hah! I know you!” she told my wife before turning to me. “And you too!”

“You’d better come in,” I sighed. We all went to the living room; I sat on the couch next to Ann, across from Maya in one of the easy chairs. It was weird seeing her face to face instead of spying on her from behind a shrub.

"Well," Maya crossed her thick legs, dangling one shoe off her foot, "did you two peepers like the show?"

"Yeah," my wife admitted. "You really kicked her ass."

"Did you take any pictures?"

"No."

"Video?"

"No... I kinda wish I had, though."

Maya sat up straighter in her chair: "You gonna go to the cops?"

"No," I put in. "What would we even tell them? 'Yeah, we hid in the bushes and watched this lady beat the shit out of this other lady and fuck her face before she saw us and we ran away.’"

“Mmm, all right. I guess I believe you.”

“How’d you find us?” I asked.

“Oh, that was easy. I told the guy at the front desk I used to work with blondie here, but I forgot her name, could he help me out? One look down my dress later and he said yes, and I even got your address out of him. You signed up for the rewards program?”

“They’re not supposed to release that information,” I mumbled.

“Sure, they’re not supposed to, but I put my hand on his arm and let him really get a look down there. He’d probably have coughed up your credit card number if he had it. Well, anyway,” she stood up, “now that I know you’re not gonna plaster me on Pornhub or call the police…”

“Wait,” Ann stopped her. “Wait up. Would you like to fight me?” Maya scanned my wife from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head.

“For fun?”

“Yeah.”

“What about this guy?” Maya jerked her head at me. “How do I know he’s not gonna jump me as soon as we start?”

“I’ll tie him to the bed.”

“What?!” I squealed.

“Quiet,” my wife shushed me. “You’re about to see a great show. So,” she turned to Maya, “you up for it?”

“Yeah, okay,” Maya agreed. “Here? Now?”

It was indeed now, although the here was the master bedroom; before I knew what was happening the women had stripped completely naked, then I was tied to the bed naked as well (My wife: “We’re naked, he has to be too!” Thanks, honey). At least our bedroom was a nicer environment than the dirt lot out behind the fondue place - it’s right under the eaves (nice and toasty in the winter, hot in the summer) with plenty of room to fight, and the hardwood floor was covered with thick grey carpet that should cushion a fall. Even so, I have to admit to being a little scared as the women faced off. After all, I’d seen Maya totally demolish another woman very recently, and I didn’t think I could stand to watch my wife suffer the same fate; I’d seen Ann in a few scraps during our time together, but nothing like the shocking violence I’d seen Maya partake in. Physically I guess they were fairly even - Ann was taller and thinner than Maya, but not as much as Robyn had been; Ann was about two inches taller, 5’8” to Maya’s 5’6”, with C cups to Maya’s triple Fs and a medium-sized apple-shaped ass, smaller and less round than Maya’s rump. Ann’s face is also little less round than Maya’s, her most striking feature her large, light blue eyes. Her long, curly blonde hair was worn loose, almost as long as her opponent’s brown locks.

“Rules?” Maya asked as the women went toe to toe, totally nude.

“I guess nothing in particular. You’re gonna go easy on me, right?” Ann turned her big puppy-dog eyes on Maya, who just raised her eyebrows.

“You ready?”

Ann nodded, both women backing off a few steps as the fight began. I expected Maya to start the same way she had Robyn, coming in aggressively with hard punches, but I guess I’d misjudged the mood of the match as Maya instead tried to grab Ann. My wife danced backwards out of the brunette’s grip, backing up a few steps and charging. She got her shoulder down and slammed it into Maya’s tummy, but the brunette had braced herself, taking the hit and staying standing, leaving my wife bent over, her arms around her opponent’s waist. Maya reached down and hooked her arms around my wife’s stomach, lifting her up in a suplex, my wife’s feet almost brushing the chandelier before her body came back down, slamming into the carpet on her back.

Maya took a step back and waited to see what my wife would do; Ann sat up slowly, reaching behind her to rub her back with a moan before she started getting up. This seemed to have been what Maya was waiting for as she charged in aiming a kick at Ann’s head, but my wife rolled out of the way, and Maya barreled past her, clipping her right leg against Ann’s shoulder and falling forward, landing clumsily with a grunt. Ann pounced, throwing herself onto Maya’s back, wrapping her legs around the brunette’s thick midsection and her arms around her neck. Even with my wife on top of her, Maya managed to get up, stumbling around the room with her opponent hanging off her; I could see Maya’s face getting red as Ann worked the scissors choke, but she ended up freeing herself by running backwards into a wall, crushing my wife against it with her body. Both women ended up on the floor, Maya holding her neck and panting, my wife rubbing her sore back again. They got up slowly and circled, Maya seeming content waiting to see what Ann would do; my wife closed cautiously, trying to use her two-inch height advantage and the slight edge in reach reach it conferred to stay just at the edge of range, raining slaps on her opponent.

Against an inexperienced opponent I think this would have worked, but Maya simply covered her face and tits with her arms and bulled through my wife’s rain of slaps, taking hits on her shoulders, sides and arms that must’ve hurt, but not enough to stop her. As she came close, she opened her arms, taking a single slap to her big right tit - I winced as I saw it flying sidewise from the smack - before she got her hands on Ann, locking her up in a simple but very effective looking bearhug. Maya had destroyed Robyn with this hold, and I was torn between hoping she’d just knock my wife out of the fight fast before either one of them got hurt or praying that Ann could hold on, escape and come back to win. It turned out to be the second option as Ann executed a perfect bellringer, slamming her hands together on either side of her opponent’s head; Maya dropped her with a grunt, and my wife landed nimbly on her feet, charging forward and slamming a side kick into her unprepared opponent’s tummy. Maya bent over with a gasp, and Ann locked her left arm around her opponent’s head. She stopped to wave at me and yell “Watch this, honey!” before throwing herself backwards and nailing Maya with a DDT.

If the women had been fighting on a hard surface I think this would have been very effective, but on the soft carpet the top of Maya’s head kind of slid off the ground instead of making a nice solid impact, and she definitely got up quicker than Ann had expected; it was all my wife could do to scramble to her feet before her opponent could jump her. As it was, she barely managed to weave to the side of Maya’s arms as the brunette tried to grab her. Ann slammed another side kick into her opponent’s stomach, but this time Maya managed to brace at the last second and stay standing; Ann went for another one, but got her ankle grabbed and found herself bouncing on one leg. Maya charged forward with a monster clothesline, although Ann managed to duck at the last second; she avoided the hit at the price of losing her balance and falling backwards with a surprised yelp. Maya’s momentum carried her past my wife, and she stopped and turned around just in time for her eyes to widen in surprise before Ann tackled her; my wife had gotten up and charged quickly but had excellent form nonetheless, getting her shoulder squarely into Maya’s midsection, and took the bigger fighter down to the ground. It looked like Ann tried to land with her weight on top of her opponent, but she glanced off a bit, and before she could develop her attack further Maya was already getting up. The two women approached on their knees, Maya offering a test of strength; I have no idea why she’d think her opponent would go for this, and she didn’t, instead going low and slamming a punch just above the brunette’s crotch. Somehow Maya hadn’t seen this coming and gagged at the impact, leaning forward and having to hug her blonde opponent to stay vertical. Ann pushed her back a bit, enough to create some space between them while keeping Maya’s head resting on her shoulder, and started laying punches into her opponent’s belly. The brunette grunted, gasped or groaned with eacn impact, but that was the extent of the resistance she could put up; by the time Ann pushed her off and Maya flopped back laying on her legs, I could see just the start of a large, painful looking bruise forming on her tummy.

Ann got up and reasonably figuring the fight was over, went to get her phone to take some victory selfies, but behind her Maya, not done yet, was getting to her feet, rubbing her sore stomach.

“You didn’t think it was going be that easy, did you?” Maya laughed.

“Maybe kinda,” my wife mumbled under her breath, putting her phone on top of a nearby bookshelf before turning back to her opponent. Both women took up a boxer’s stance as they approached. Ann went for the obvious target, throwing a huge right-handed bomb right at Maya’s gut; this was just a bit too obvious as Maya sidestepped, slamming her own massive right straight into her opponent’s face. I don’t know when the last time my wife got punched in the face is, but she didn’t take it well, stumbling backwards covering her nose and mouth with her hands, her eyes wide in shock. Maya came right after her, unloading a straight left to my wife’s stomach; Ann’s hands dropped, and Maya grabbed her, lifting her right off the ground, flipping her 90 degrees, then falling straight forward and crushing her against the floor. Even with the thick carpet, this must’ve hurt as Maya’s weight slammed into my wife’s body; I heard her gasp as the air left her lungs. Maya got to her feet and gave Ann a splash for good measure, leaving her opponent panting helplessly on the carpet. Maya straddled her midsection, then dropped all of her weight down, dropping her fat ass square on my wife’s stomach. Ann writhed under her, and Maya got up and gave her a second one, then a third; this time she stayed where she was, casually crossing her legs and rubbing one foot on my wife’s face.

“Hey, what do you think?” she called over her shoulder to me. “Has she had enough?”

“I think you won,” I admitted.

“Yeah?” She changed position slightly, shifting forward, cupping my wife’s face with her hands. “Ann, you want to give up?” She must’ve shook her head; I couldn’t see. “Hmm, okay. Well, let’s see how you deal with this.” Maya got up, yanking my wife to her feet and locking another bearhug on. This time my wife couldn’t even raise her arms to administer the bellringer, just gasping and panting helplessly in her opponent’s grip. She was completely limp, leaning forward against Maya; now it was the blonde resting her head on the brunette’s shoulders, completely under her power. Maya worked the hold for a little bit, but my wife was already so winded there wasn’t any fight left to squeeze out of her; after a few minutes Maya released her and let my wife slump down to the carpet.

Maya rolled my wife onto her back, then straddled her face and slowly lowered herself, taking her victory seat as her big ass completely covered my wife’s nose and mouth. She didn’t bother holding her opponent’s wrists down; there didn’t seem to be any need. Instead she reached back with one hand to ruffle my wife’s hair: “Hey, Ann, you had enough now?”

“She gives up!” I shouted uselessly. Maya ignored me, wiggling her hips as she adjusted herself; then I saw her arch her back in what at first I thought was simple joy at winning.

“Oooooh,” she trilled. “I think you should know your wife is licking my asshole!”

“Congratulations.” (What was I supposed to say to that?)

Maya started helping herself along, stroking her pussy with one hand and playing with her clit with the other. Her eyes closed as her face slackened with pleasure, soft, low moans oozing from her lips as she played with herself. I thought this was the end of the fight, but I realized my wife was still in it as I saw Ann lifting her legs off the floor; she managed the move Robyn hadn’t, hooking her feet into her opponent’s armpit, and Maya was violently dismounted with a howl of surprise, flying forward and smacking into the carpet on her chest. Even tied up on the bed I could see the confusion written on her face; she was only able to get her knees under her, her big ass still up in the air, by the time my panting wife pounced, coming up behind her. Ann pressed her face between Maya’s asscheeks and went back to her rimming attack, both hands reaching between her opponent’s legs, finishing the job by copying Maya’s own masterbatory movements, pumping her pussy with one hand, the other teasing her clit. The brunette had no defense for this, just curling her fingers into the carpet as my wife worked her over. She’d been pretty close already, it seemed; I guess Ann figured that Maya getting herself off while seated on her face would’ve counted as her losing the match, while finishing her this way counted as winning. I suppose she was right; when Maya’s climax came, it was shattering, the brunette squealing and then screaming in pleasure, her opponent’s tongue and fingers destroying any resistance she had left; Maya was so loud I was worried our neighbors were going to think we were murdering someone. Ann worked her through the climax, gently letting Maya sink down to the carpet until she was laying on it face-first, not moving.

Ann got to her feet and put one foot on Maya’s sweaty back, posing for me as I cheered for her. Then she rolled Maya over, making sure she was okay; Maya slowly came around, her eyelids fluttering, panting and barely awake.

“Hey!” Ann shook her shoulders. “I won, right?”

“You got me,” Maya gasped.

“And now I can do anything I want, riiiiight?”

“Yeah.”

“Great. Okay, now -” I thought she was going to sit on Maya’s face; instead she got on the bed and crawled over me, grabbing the pillows my head had been resting on and tossing them to the side, gently pushing me down, the top of my head touching the headboard.

“Honey, what are you doing?”

“Quiet, sweetie,” she giggled. “I’m feeling very dominant right now.” She sat down on my face, pressing her sweaty ass against my nose and mouth. She must’ve beckoned Maya over as I felt her clambering on top of me, her heavy body, sticky with sweat, laying on top of mine, her nipples pressing into my chest. My rock-hard cock ended up between her soft thighs, and I don’t know if she meant to or not, but she squeezed it, the sensation driving me crazy; I wanted more than anything to thrust up, groaning in frustration as my bonds prevented me from moving.

My wife reached down to tap my shoulder; I realized what she wanted and started working my tongue into her asshole, hearing her moan as Maya started eating her pussy. Between the lack of air and Maya laying on top of me I got a little light-headed as we teamed up on my wife. Ann was loving it; when she came her climax was no smaller than Maya’s, and she sat up there for a little longer cooling down before rolling off me.

She gave me a quick pat on the cheek, smiling at me as Maya got up as well. Both women looked down at me for a second, my dick painfully hard.

“Aw, poor baby. Could you finish him real quick?” Ann asked our guest.

“Sure,” Maya nodded.

“Great, I’m gonna go take a shower.” With that Ann left me in the care of Maya, who wrapped one large, soft hand around my cock and started giving me a very fast, rough handjob. I laid back, as much as I could in the restraints, moaning helplessly as she looked down at me.

“Are you gonna cum soon?”

“Yeah,” I gasped. I was already so worked up she had me close in under a minute of jerking me off.

“You almost done?” I was; she aimed the tip of my cock up at my belly and finished me with a few more powerful strokes, tilting her head slightly as she worked me through my climax; she either didn’t mind or didn’t notice her hand getting covered in cum, her hand slowing and then switching to a ring grip with her index finger and thumb as she squeezed the last bit out onto my stomach. “Ahhh, good. Okay, I’m going to go take a shower with your wife.”

“Wait!” I wailed. “Aren’t you going to untie me?”

“Huh? No, she didn’t say anything about that.

“But-”

“Shhhh,” Maya ruffled my hair with her cum-coated hand. “I’m sure she’ll come let you go once we’re done. Until then, you stay here.”

I had no choice; half an hour later my glowing wife came in to untie me so I could get cleaned up. I didn’t know if I was ever going to see Maya again, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

Anniversary Catfight Behind the Classy Fondue Restaurant (F/F)

"Happy Anniversary!" my wife toasted. We clinked our (water) glasses together before tucking into the Wisconsin cheese fondue in front of us. We were at the nicest fondue place in town treating ourselves for our 9th anniversary.

"So, what do you want to do this weekend?"

"Well," Ann stopped to eat a cheese-coated bread chunk, "Uh, we need to go grocery shopping."

"Right, that's romantic."

"And I want to go up to the farm store and-"

"You fucking bitch!" We both froze; the exclamation had come from the next table. Then another voice:

"You're calling me a bitch? You're Bitchasaurus Rex!"

I locked eyes with my wife, and I could tell she was trying not to laugh as she slowly put down her fondue fork. She leaned forward as our seat neighbors lowered their voices into angry whispers.

"At least I'm not a fucking ham beast!"

"Shut up, Robyn! You just ate two fucking appetizers!"

"Jealous?" the other voice gloated. "You're pathetic, Maya, you know that?"

"Ahh, I need to visit the little girl's room," Ann whispered. She got up and took a slow pass by our neighbor's table both there and on the way back. The two women continued trading insults; Robyn had a high tone with vocal fry, and she spoke quickly, while Maya's was quite a bit deeper and slower. I listened to them hiss at each other until Ann came back, floofing into her seat and leaning forward over the table. I did the same until our foreheads were touching.

"So, there's two women there. Robyn is a black lady and Maya's white, and she's wearing a black dress cut really low.”

“Does either one of them look like a ham beast?”

“No.”

“How about a Bitchasaurus Rex?”

“Stop, you’re going to make me laugh!”

We finished off the rest of our dinner texting each other and eavesdropping. We had just paid the check when Ann looked up from her phone, eyes wide, as we heard Robyn challenge Maya to a fight out back.

“We have to go watch!” Ann whispered excitedly. “What if one of them hurts the other? You’ll have to break it up!”

“Me?” I squealed.

“Well, both of us. Come on!” And just like that my wife was dragging me out of our booth and behind the restaurant. There was a concrete area, a loading dock I think, that was well lit; behind this, bordered by a chain link fence, was a large, harshly-lit dirt field, then dark forest. Ann walked us over to the treeline, where we went in a few feet. I took off my suit coat for her to sit on, then sat next to her, pretty well-covered by a bush. We were barely settled before the two women came out, going straight to the dirt field and facing off; they didn’t seem to see us, thankfully.

I got a good look at the women before they started fighting. Robyn looked like she was in her 30s, with dark skin - even darker under the sodium lights - wearing a black tank top and jean shorts. She had sharp features, accentuated with dark eyeliner and black lipstick. She was tall, maybe 5’10”, with small round tits and a slim build - her shoulders were narrow, and her arms and legs were toned and muscled. Her hair was worked into long dreads down past her shoulders. She kicked her flip-flops off, barefoot in the dirt, leaving them next to her large purse.

Maya was shorter and curvier - Ann wasn’t exaggerating about her outfit; she was wearing a little black dress and black high heels, which she removed. She had softer features compared to her opponent, with a rounder face, large grey eyes, and a heart-shaped mouth. Her light brown hair was even longer than her opponent’s, brushing the top of her big tits, in a simple, straight cut. Maya was maybe 5’6” without her shoes, holding the advantage in power but giving up speed and reach to her opponent.

I guess I assumed they were going to have a stereotypical catfight - open-handed slaps, hair-pulling, rolling around in the dirt - but it was clearly not either of these women's first fights as they knew how to handle themselves; Maya went right at Robyn with controlled hooks and straight punches, while the lighter fighter danced around her more powerful opponent, waiting for her spot.

Before she found it Maya caught her with a hard right to the gut. Robyn flinched and her opponent started ripping off a combination of punches on her - a left to the side, right to the ribs, quick hook to the jaw. Robyn stumbled backwards and Maya followed, grabbing a handful of her opponent's dreads with her left hand and lining up a straight right to the face with her other hand. But it never landed; she took just a second too long cocking her arm, and Robyn stopped her cold with a kick between the legs. Maya screamed so loud I didn't know how the whole restaurant heard it, releasing her opponent's hair, shuffling backwards holding her crotch, her eyes squeezed shut in pain. Robyn pounced, expertly bracing her left leg behind Maya’s right, then pushing on her shoulders, taking them both down to the dirt, the black woman on top. She tried to pin Maya’s wrists to the ground, but the shorter woman just threw her off. Both women got up, panting; Maya had dirt in her hair and stuck to the part of her back not covered by her dress.

Robyn attempted to dance around her opponent again, and this time it seemed to work better as Maya chased after her, the heavier woman’s big tits heaving as she sucked down air, trying and failing to get a good hit on her opponent. Robyn thought she saw her spot and came in throwing a big slap at Maya’s face, but with surprising speed the white girl got her forearm up, expertly blocking Robyn’s hit. In return she hammered a right into her opponent’s flat stomach; Robyn gasped, leaning against Maya, who wrapped her arms around the black woman, lifting her up off the ground. With a roar Maya slammed her opponent down into the dirt as hard as she could; Robyn lay stunned on her back as Maya lifted her foot. I was glad both women had removed their shoes as Maya started stomping on her opponent, landing the first one on Robyn’s stomach. The taller woman moaned, covering her midsection with her hands, which just prompted Maya to lower her foot against her opponent’s chest, crushing Robyn’s left tit against her ribs. Robyn howled, managing to roll over; she took the next stomp in the back, then Maya straddled her, sitting down on her adversary’s butt.

"Hey," Ann whispered. "Are you enjoying your anniversary?"

"Yeah, you?" I whispered back.

"Of course." She reached out to hold hands with me as we watched Maya grab two handfuls of Robyn’s hair and start rubbing her face into the dirt.

“How’s that taste, loser?” Maya shrieked. “Eat up your dessert, bitch!”

In response Robyn started pushing against the ground, grunting with effort; she managed to unseat Maya, who fell off her with a surprised yell, both women landing on their sides, facing each other for a second. Robyn moved quickly, drawing her foot back and slamming a hard kick into her opponent's stomach, the force pushing Maya onto her back as she groaned and held her tummy. Robyn grabbed a handful of loose dirt, getting to her knees and throwing it down into her opponent’s face. Some of it definitely got in her mouth, but I think what really hurt was what got into her eyes; Maya shrieked, rubbing her face helplessly as Robyn approached, still on her knees. She rolled Maya onto her chest, then unzipped her dress and roughly yanked it off, leaving Maya in just her underwear and stockings. The white woman then lost her bra as Robyn unhooked it, working it off her opponent’s shoulders. She went for Maya’s bottoms as well, but by now the white girl had managed to clear her eyes and sat up, shoving Robyn away with a curse.

The women stood up, both caked in sweat and dirt, Maya’s large natural tits hanging free. I suppose these were natural targets, and Robyn ducked under the opening right hook Maya threw at her head, reaching forward and administering a double nipple pinch. Maya screamed, grabbing for her opponent’s wrists as Robyn pulled and twisted on her large, pink nipples. I could see tears forming in Maya’s eyes from back where I was squatting behind a bush; despite her greater strength, she couldn’t pull her opponent’s hands away from her chest, and instead reached her hands up Robyn’s tank top and applied a double-handed squeeze on the black woman. They stumbled around the field for a moment, Robyn panting and Maya gasping in pain; I could see that the shorter fighter was getting the worst of this, her gasps becoming weak sobs, her hands coming out of her opponent’s tank top to try again to pull her wrists away. This worked no better as Maya sank to her knees, her hands falling down to her waist. Robyn pushed her over onto her back, sitting down on her tummy, finally giving up the breast hold she had wrecked her opponent with. Maya lay helpless as Robyn tucked the heavier woman’s wrists under her thighs, getting a handful of Maya’s long hair, yanking her head up off the ground. With her free right hand she started laying vicious slaps into her opponent’s face, turning Maya’s cheeks red; I could hear the loud smack of skin on skin from my spot hiding in the bushes. By the time Robyn released her opponent’s hair and let the brunette's head fall to the dirt, it looked like the fight might be over. Robyn got off Maya, pulling her bottoms off and leaving her totally naked. Robyn planted one delicate foot on her beaten opponent’s face.

“Here’s your dessert, asshole! You like this? How’s that taste, bitch?” Robyn rubbed her toes over Maya’s kisser, then forced them between her lips, foot-fucking her opponent’s mouth. The beaten brunette just took it until Robyn got bored. “Fuckin’ stay there, loser,” she barked, going over to her bag and getting her phone.

To my amazement Maya started getting up; although she was beaten, sweaty and caked in dirt, it looked like she still had some fight left in her, and by the time Robyn came back to take pictures of her defeated opponent, Maya was waiting for her with her hands set in a boxer’s guard. Robyn put her phone down with an annoyed cluck as it looked like she didn’t want to bother going back to where her bag was laying.

“Don’t fuckin’ step on this, okay?” she barked as she mirrored Maya’s stance. Robyn deployed an aggressive attack, I think figuring that her opponent was just about finished, an opinion I frankly shared - Maya had soaked up a lot of punishment, and I couldn’t imagine that she could take much more. The brunette ate the quick left Robyn slammed into her side, and the black woman lined up a following knockout right, but it never landed as Maya grabbed Robyn and started squeezing the life out of her. The taller fighter tried to escape, hammering blows on her opponent’s thick arms; when this didn’t work she got both hands under Maya’s chin and pushed, leaving the shorter fighter looking straight up at the starry sky. This didn’t look like it felt too good, but the crushing bearhug looked even worse; Robyn kicked her legs uselessly, loudly panting and gasping as she failed to break the hold. Maya leaned back, both I think to ease up the pressure on Robyn pushing on her chin, and also to add extra power to her hold, going so far back the taller fighter’s feet left the ground. Maya started shaking her back and forth; I could see Robyn’s head whipping around, and she lost her hold on her opponent’s chin, now totally helpless.

By the time Maya threw her opponent to the ground, Robyn looked like a mess, laying limp in the dirt. She didn’t move as Maya set about stripping her, peeling off her tank top and shorts, then removing her underwear. Robyn managed to get up to her feet, but she could barely stand, panting and gasping. Maya lumbered at her and Robyn came in with a punch aimed at the brunette’s face, but it was sloppy and slow, and the white girl had no trouble grabbing Robyn’s wrist, twisting it as Robyn shouted in pain. Maya went behind Robyn, turning her grip into a hammerlock; Robyn tried to shoot an elbow backwards, but Maya got this arm, too, converting her grip into a double hammerlock. She worked her opponent’s arms as far up her back as they would go; Robyn squealed, trying to bend over but lacking the strength. Maya didn’t work the hold for long, releasing Robyn’s wrists, wrapping her arms around her opponent just below her boobs and squeezing. Robyn moaned, grabbing Maya’s wrists and trying to pull her arms away; I don’t think this would have worked even at the best of times, and with Robyn beat down and hurt it had no chance. The fight seemed to have started going out of the black woman as she just went limp in her opponent’s arms, moaning in defeat as Maya squeezed her. The brunette worked the hold until Robyn was hanging helpless in her arms, then let her go, watching Robyn sink to the dirt on her chest.

Maya flipped her over, then sat down on Robyn’s face, planting her sweaty, dirty, fat ass directly over her opponent’s nose and mouth. She grabbed Robyn’s wrists, pinning them to the ground. Robyn struggled under her, trying to reach her legs up, hook her feet under Maya’s armpits and fling her off; I thought she had a good chance - she was certainly tall and long-legged enough - but it looked like the damage her opponent had inflicted was finally catching up to her as her first, best attempt was merely her feet brushing Maya’s shoulders. Her legs fell to the ground and each subsequent attempt was weaker and shorter, until she lay still underneath her opponent. Maya kept the ass smother for another minute until she’d decided she had won the fight.

“Wow,” Ann whispered to me. “That’s embarrassing, huh? Can you think of a worse way to lose? She used her face like toilet paper!”

“Pretty bad,” I whispered back. “What’s she doing now?”

Maya was changing position slightly, sliding back until it was her pussy instead of her asshole pressing against her enemy’s face. She started rocking back and forth, no longer bothering to hold down Robyn’s wrists; she gave her beaten enemy a quick boob squeeze, which brought Robyn around enough to weakly twitch and tremble under Maya. The brunette started playing with herself as she fucked Robyn’s face, one hand tweaking her own nipples, the other teasing her clit. I squirmed, unbelievably hard at the sight of Maya getting off on her opponent; I thought my cock was going to rip a hole through my pants.

“What are you doing?” my wife hissed. “Do you have to pee?”

“No, I’m turned on,” I whispered back. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I can sit still! Stop it, she’s going to see you!”

I didn’t think she would; Maya wasn’t facing us full on, and her head was thrown back, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she came closer and closer to what looked like it was going to be a very powerful climax. Her aroused grunting became louder and louder, running into a long, deep moan as she reached her peak, her hips bucking against her beaten opponent’s face.

Maya came down slowly, rolling off Robyn - I could see the losing fighter’s face soaked with her opponent’s juices as Maya got on all fours, eyes still closed as she recovered.

“We better go now,” Ann told me, tugging on my arm.

“What? Now? She’s right there!”

“How long do you want to squat in the woods, honey? We have to get groceries!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This whole thing was her idea, and I told her so. She fired back, and I guess we weren’t whispering as quietly as we thought; we both froze as Maya yelled “Is someone there?” She was looking straight at where we were sitting. Uh oh.

"Oh, fuck," Ann breathed. "Run!!"

"What - " she was already out of the bush and sprinting for the car. Grunting a curse I ran after her.

"Hey!" Maya bellowed. "Hey! Stop!" I looked over my shoulder and she was after us, hot on my heels. Luckily for us in her state of undress she couldn't run into the parking lot without attracting a lot of attention. My heart was pounding as I chased my wife into the safety of the parking lot, but I didn't stop going full tilt until we were both in the car. Ann twisted the keys to start the engine and we roared out of our parking space, leaving the restaurant behind us.

I wanted to go back for our anniversary next year; I didn’t dream we’d see either of the women before then, but just a few weeks later Maya was at our front door.

Community Garden Confrontation (F/F)

The trouble all started in the community garden; my wife’s friend Luisa had planted dwarf pumpkins in the patch next to where Melody was growing sunflowers, and the pumpkins went out of control, strangling my wife’s flowers. Instead of dealing with this like reasonable adults, they took to social media to complain about each other, and the next thing I knew, Melody and I were at Luisa's house one bright Saturday morning for them to fight it out. They tied me to a chair at Luisa's insistence - she was by herself and afraid I'd jump her during the match - then went toe to toe in the center of the room. The furniture had been cleared except for my chair, and I examined them as they got ready to fight, removing their shoes and socks.

My wife Melody is blonde and, I think, quite pretty with deep blue eyes, a small nose and a heart-shaped mouth, all set in a oval face; her blonde hair was cut in a simple, straight cut down to her jaw with heavy bangs. She was wearing a pink T-shirt and long white skirt, and frankly I was a little bit worried for her - her opponent was taller, 5’8” to her 5’5”, heavier with full D-cups to my wife’s handful B-cups, and had broader shoulders and hips. I also knew she was younger, in her late 20’s where my wife is in her early 30s, and was much darker;  my wife was slightly tanned from working outside, but Luisa’s naturally dusky skin looked even more tan in the overhead lights than I remembered. Luisa’s curly brown hair was in a very messy long cut - she never bothered doing much more than throwing it up in a sloppy ponytail while gardening - and I hoped my wife would at least be able to grab this easily if it came down to it.

The women closed up to start the fight and Melody landed the first hit, a huge slap that turned Luisa's face with the blow; her opponent came back with her own slap, just as big, and Melody reached back to give her friend another one, but before she could land it Luisa grabbed two handfuls of her blonde hair, yanking her head around. Melody got a similar grip and the two women stumbled around the room, cursing at each other; after a bit of this Luisa switched to one hand, clenching her other into a fist, punching my wife in the stomach. Melody moaned and Luisa hit her in the head, her right fist slamming into my wife's jaw. Melody was reeling, and Luisa finished her attack with a hard knee in the stomach, releasing her grip on my wife's hair; Melody sat down with a heavy grunt.

Luisa reached down and grabbed my wife's T-shirt, pulling it up over her head and trapping her arms; this left Melody's midsection exposed, and her opponent laid in a few painful-looking kicks. Eventually the shirt came free and my wife ended up flat on her back, holding her stomach and gasping. Luisa let her recover, backing off and waiting with her hands on her hips as her blonde opponent got to her feet; my wife looked a bit winded, but got her hands up and closed with her friend. Luisa opened with a straight right at Melody's stomach, but my wife dropped her hands and caught her opponent's wrist; she pulled Luisa towards her, right into a knee to the stomach. Luisa bounced off, covering her tummy and groaning, and my wife kicked her between the legs, Luisa's feet almost coming off the floor with the impact; she shrieked and fell down, and my wife went right after her, unbuckling her opponent's jeans and working them off her hips. Luisa managed to push her away and get up, but she still looked a bit shaky; to my surprise instead of attacking, she whipped her tank top off, then reached behind her to unhook her bra. Some kind of unspoken signal passed between the women as my wife started stripping down too, until they were both completely naked.

They faced off again, circling; Luisa seemed to have recovered in the time it took to remove her clothes, and attacked first with a crisp jab, landing it flush on my wife's jaw. Melody was left stunned as Luisa followed up with a knee between the legs, paying back my wife's earlier dirty kick with a knee strike. Melody screamed, holding herself, and Luisa gave her a shove, pushing her down on the hard floor. Luisa tried to sit down on her, but my wife was struggling with desperate energy, and unseated her quickly; Luisa had to back off as my wife got to her feet, panting. Melody attacked, throwing another kick aimed at her opponent's pussy, but Luisa saw this coming and took the hit on her thigh, coming in on my wife, wrapping her arms around her body and squeezing. Melody went right back at her; I didn't know if this was the smartest move as her opponent was younger, taller and stronger, but there wasn't anything I could do but watch as the two women staggered around the room, attempting to squeeze the life out of each other. To my intense interest, their tits were pressed together, and I wondered if this was my wife's avenue of attack; her smaller, pink nipples looks like they were digging into Luisa's larger, darker ones, and I thought that some of the larger fighter's grunts sounded a little more sexual than ones produced by pure effort. If that was my wife’s plan, though, it didn't come to fruition as both women tripped on one of Melody’s blind back-steps; they fell together, Melody on the bottom, crushed between the hard floor and Luisa's weight, her arms falling off her opponent's body in shock. Luisa still had my wife bearhugged and poured on as much pressure as she could, lifting Melody's torso off the floor, screaming in effort; my wife screamed as well, a strangled cry of pain compared to her opponent's roar of victory.

Luisa worked the hold until her opponent went limp, then gave her one last pulse and released her, standing up as my wife lay crumpled at her feet. "How about it?" Luisa asked, leaning down to rustle Melody's hair. "You had enough now?"

"No," my wife groaned.

"Fine." Luisa backed off and let her get up; my wife looked completely gassed, her face flushed bright red, her body covered in a thick sheen of sweat as she panted. She got her fists up and Luisa did as well; the women closed and I expected Luisa to strike first, but my wife surprised us both, apparently running on pure adrenaline as she launching herself at her opponent, wrapping her arms around her; I thought for a second my wife was going to go squeeze her, but instead with a scream she picked Luisa up off the floor, then slammed her down hard on her back. Luisa was stunned and Melody followed up quickly, laying a few stomps into her opponent's stomach. It looked like these hurt Luisa pretty bad; she moaned loudly with each hit, and when she tried to cover her midsection with her hands, Melody landed an absolutely vicious tit-stomp, crushing her opponent's breast under the bottom of her foot. Luisa rolled onto her side and curled up into a ball, letting out hurt little gasps. Melody pulled her up to all fours in front of her, getting a handful of her opponent's dark hair, yanking her head back so she had to look into her face; my wife drew her free hand back and balled it into a fist: "Give up, now!"

Luisa's response was an uppercut between my wife's legs; her hit slammed into my wife's pussy and Melody screamed, covering her crotch and slowly sinking to her knees. Luisa shakily got to her feet, looping her left arm around my wife's head, pulling her back up to her feet, but keeping her bent over in front of her; she started laying in uppercuts with her right hand, my wife gasping each time her opponent's fist slammed up into her tummy. Melody's arms hang uselessly at her sides; she seemed too stunned and hurt to even cover herself.

"Snap out of it!" I shrieked. "Do something! Hit her back!"

"Hey!" Luisa yelled at me. "You stay out of it!"

Melody didn't take my advice, but the brief pause in her opponent's assault was enough for her to take another tack, reaching between her opponent's legs; I saw Luisa's face freeze in shock as my wife started squeezing her pussy. The dark-haired fighter immediately gave up her hold, trying to push Melody away, but my wife had her hand locked on; Luisa, her eyes screwed shut in agony, got a two-handed grip on her tormentor's arm, trying to pull it away from her crotch. She managed this, but as she took a few ginger steps back it was clear she'd been hurt; she was slightly hunched over, and as my wife came forward to close up with her she fell for a (what looked like from my seat rather obvious) feint. Melody faked a crotch kick that drew Luisa's hands down, then unleashed her real attack, a hook to the jaw that staggered her opponent. Melody came in, bracing her hands on her opponent's shoulders, then slammed her knee up into Luisa's tummy. She put her down with a big right-handed haymaker, her fist slamming into her opponent's mouth; Luisa went down hard, landing on her left side, then flopping onto her back.

"Uh, fuck," she groaned.

"Had enough?" my wife called.

"Not yet." Luisa got to her feet and the women came at each other again.

Both women looked pretty roughed up, and it seemed the fight was going to last much longer; I didn't think either one of them could take much more punishment. My wife attempted to repeat her earlier success faking a crotch kick, but this time Luisa saw it was a feint and blocked Melody's left arm before she could land the gut punch she was looking for. Luisa stepped in, reared her head back and slammed a headbutt into my wife's face; Melody stumbled backwards, eyes glazed, and Luisa had no trouble kicking the blonde fighter's left knee out; Melody went down on her back, grunting as she hit the floor. Luisa sat down on her tummy, got a strong two-handed grip on her hair, then started slamming the back of my wife's head into the hard ground. Melody took six of these before it looked like she was completely knocked out; Luisa released her, standing over her and looking down. My wife had a peaceful if a little undignified look on her face, her eyes closed and her tongue flopped out of her mouth. Instead of pressing the attack Luisa came over to me, resting the palm of her left hand on my right shoulder, leaning on me as we both watched my wife laying on the floor.

"What do you think, is she gonna get up?"

"I hope not," I muttered. "You really fucked her up. Uh, if she does get up, could you finish her off quick?"

"Aaaaaaaah, I'm trying. She's one tough puta, you know that?" Melody had opened her eyes now and was slowly getting to her knees. "For fuck's sake - she doesn’t know when to quit!”

Luisa walked over to her; my wife just had time to get to her feet and get a sloppy guard up - she still looked pretty out of it. The fighters circled: "Your husband just told me to knock you out," Luisa told Melody matter-of-factly. With that she flew at my wife with a haymaker; Melody was still in the fight enough to see this coming and step sideways past it, hitting her opponent with a sharp knee strike as Luisa flew past her. The dark-haired fighter, stopped in her tracks, bent over; Melody pushed her down to her knees and applied a strong-looking standing headscissors, bending over and reaching down to get Luisa's wrists for good measure, pulling them straight out sideways. This didn't look super comfortable for Melody as she ended up leaning on her opponent's back, but I guess it was even worse for Luisa; I could see her legs straining as she tried to power forward and break the hold, but it looked like her sweaty feet were having trouble getting a solid grip on the floor to push off with.

"That's it, babe!" I yelled. "Wear her out!" Melody shot me a wink and then focused on squeezing her opponent's head; I could see the muscles in her legs flexing as she worked the hold. It looked like this was the end of the fight; despite all her struggling, Luisa couldn't get out of this, and she slowly went limp in the hold, until only my wife's thighs around her head and grip on her arms were holding her off the floor; when Melody finally released her, Luisa flopped down on her chest. Melody prodded her with her foot without any response.

"I think you won, honey!" I yelled.

"No, she's got to give up first!" she yelled back.

I held my breath, willing Luisa to just lose; both women were so beaten up and exhausted, if Luisa managed to turn the momentum back her way, that would probably be it. But it looked like I didn’t have much to worry about; Luisa lay helpless as my wife flipped her over onto her back, then sat down on her left side; she locked her left hand around Luisa's neck, although it looked like she wasn't squeezing very hard if at all, and her right hand slid between her opponent's legs. I watched in disbelief as Melody started rubbing Luisa's pussy; this slowly brought the beaten fighter around, and although her eyes only got to half-open, I heard a sharp gasp as Melody slipped two fingers into her snatch. Luisa's arms came off the mat, her hands gripping the arm my wife had around her neck, but it looked like she was just bracing herself and didn't try to escape as Melody started working her clit with her thumb. That was enough to quickly drive her over the edge, her loud panting moan rising and falling as she wildly kicked her legs. She finished, gradually going limp as my wife's fingers slowed and then stopped; Melody pulled back her right hand, wiping it on Luisa's tummy.

"Now are you going to get those fucking pumpkins out of my patch?!" my wife hissed.

"Yes! Yes, I'm sorry! Please, let me up!"

"That's better," Melody purred. She released her vanquished opponent, coming over to untie me as Luisa draped her arm over her eyes. I gave my sweaty wife a quick hug and a kiss; she went to shower in Luisa's bathroom while I made sure the fallen fighter's only real injury was to her pride. My wife's sunflowers ended up coming in great; Luisa switched to tomatoes, and a few weeks later they were apparently back to being best friends.

Pokemon Go Fight

“Fuck,” I mumbled, using six Revives to heal my Pokemon attack squad. It was summer break, and there were barely any students still living in the dorms, not even enough to keep the cafeteria opened; during the school year the gym on campus was constantly flipping between various teams, but with almost everyone gone, it had been changing hands between me and a trainer on another team named SunnyDaze. I got ready to attach the gym again; her Jolteon had been really hurting my Lapras, which it had a type advantage over.

To my mild surprise, I heard someone coming; it was almost midnight on Tuesday, and the campus was pretty much deserted. For a second I was worried - the campus only had one security guard, but he was a grumpy old bastard, and I wasn’t in the mood to get chewed out. I relaxed as a woman my age loomed out of the darkness; she must be another student.

“Hey!” she called. “Are you doing Pokemon Go?”

“Yeah!” I yelled back. She walked up to me and I got a better look at her in the harsh sodium lamp light. She was heavy-set, wearing more makeup than I'd expect for creeping around an empty college campus at midnight. She was looking at her phone as she walked up to me. “God damn it- “ she almost bumped into me - “I mean, uh, hi. Hold on, I gotta feed some berries -”

Oh, no way. Could it be?

“SunnyDaze?”

“Yeah,” she laughed. “My name is Sunita, so, Sunny, SunnyDaze… right? Are you a fan?”

“Ummm… ”

“Heyyyyyyyyyy…. Wait just a minute. You aren’t SuperDeadlyHamAttack, are you?” She got excited, talking faster. “Are you the guy who keeps kicking me out of the gym?! With the super strong Rapidash?!”

“It’s Rob. And yeah, that’s me.”

Her friendly smile turned into a frown.

“Well, would you stop, please? Do you know how many Revives and Super Potions I’ve had to use just to take this gym back?”

“Why don’t you find your own gym?”

“Because I live on campus! This is my gym!”

“Yeah, well, I live on campus too, and this gym is mine!” We were almost nose to nose yelling at each other. “You just find your own gym. And Team Valor sucks!”

“WHAT did you say?!” She poked me in the chest. “Team Mystic blows!”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that. You just wait until I get my monsters revived -”

“Ohhhhhhh, no, your’e not attacking my gym again. Give me that phone.”

“No.”

“Give me that phone,” she growled, “or I’m going to take it off you!”

Were we really going to fight over this? It looked like it. We sized each other up; I’m sure I didn’t fill Sunita with fear - although I was maybe two inches taller than her at 5’8”, I’m a reedy guy, with long, lanky arms and legs. Sunita on the other hand was a BBW; I couldn’t help but notice she was pretty, with a round face, deep dark eyes with heavy emo eyeliner, a wide nose, and luscious lips, covered in jet-black lipstick. Her dark hair came past her shoulders with heavy bangs that she was staring at me from underneath. She was wearing a red Team Valor T-shirt, black shorts, and sneakers. She had big flabby arms, thick thighs, massive tits, a huge round ass, and from what I could see a considerable gut under her T-shirt.

“Last chance,” she told me. “Don’t you dare think you’re going to get that trash Lapras back in my gym!”

“She’s not trash - she almost has 2000 CP!”

“Give me that phone!” She lunged, and I pulled it back away from her grip. She grabbed my arm with one hand, yanking it towards her - man, she was stronger than I thought! I ended up with both hands on my phone, one of hers wrapped around it as well.  “Let go,” she snarled.

“Get off me!”

“Give me this thing!”

It squeezed out of both of our grips, shooting into the grass. We both looked at it, then back at each other. Without a word we both charged. I tried to grab her, but she stopped me short with a hard punch in my stomach; I don’t remember the last time I’d been hit, and the shocking pain brought me up short. She shoved me, trying to push me over, but I just ended up going backwards. She followed, and with a yell she wrapped her arms around my midsection and lifted me up awkwardly, then threw me down into the grass. She hadn’t gotten me very high and the soft landing cushioned most of the blow; I hopped to my feet I think fast than I expected, and I ran at her with a scream. Not quite sure what I was doing I ended up just kind of bouncing off her as she stood there staring at me.

“What the hell was that? Rob, why don’t you just give up before you get hurt.”

“Sure, just leave and I’ll take the gym -”

“The fuck you will!” she yelled, grabbing at me. I backed up and instead of a firm grip on my shoulders she ended up with a loose two-handed grip on my shirt, but she used this to pull me back towards her. She tried to get her arms around me again but I went around to the side, kicking her right knee out; she went down to one knee and I kind of didn’t know what to do next. By the time I decided to just go behind her and push her down it was too late, as she’d gotten back up and made another grab at me. This time she had more luck, picking me right off the ground and throwing me back to the grass again. It wasn’t pleasant, but this didn’t really hurt any more than the first time; I guess she hadn’t been in many fights recently either as she was kind of just dropping me instead of slamming me down, and wasn’t inflicting much damage. She must have realized this as she ran and jumped at me with a scream, looking to splash all of her weight against me. I rolled out of the way and she hit the ground hard, the soft turf cushioning her impact as well. We both got up to our knees and faced off.

“Just give me that god-damned phone and I won’t have to kick your ass,” she barked.

“Fuck you! That’s my gym!”

With a deep roar she charged me from her knees, leaping up from her feet and running at me - well, that makes it sound a little faster than it actually happened; I had plenty of time to roll out of the way and she and she chugged past me, taking a few steps to stop and turn back around to face me. By the time she managed to do so I was charging her myself; I slammed into her, my shoulder smacking into her fat gut, but I didn’t have enough force to actually take her down; I ended up bent over in front of her with my arms around her midsection. She slammed a double ax-handle blow into my back and I went down, hitting the soft ground on my chest. She tried to sit down on my back, but I scooted away from her and up to my feet.

“You’re a fast little fucker,” she panted. “But I’m gonna catch you sooner or later.”

“You’re strong,” I admitted. I went to say “But I’m gonna-” and then realized I had no way to end that sentence, so I just ended up complimenting her instead of tacking on a threat. She came at me more cautiously this time, her hands wide in front of her, throwing big, powerful slaps; I knew these would hurt like a mother if she caught me, but luckily they were pretty slow, and I managed to duck and weave around them. I came in on her, repaying her punch to the tummy, feeling my fist sink into her soft stomach. She groaned, but wasn’t as stunned as I’d hoped, grabbing my T-shirt with both hands and yanking it up, blinding me and trapping my arms. She punched me in the stomach, and I bent over; I knew I couldn’t take many hits like that if I wanted to keep fighting. She picked me up again, and this time unfortunately she wised up and got some more power into the move, slamming me down on my back on the grass. I managed to get the T-shirt off over my head, but that was the end of the good news for me as Sunita laid down next to me, snaking her big thighs around my midsection, locking in a powerful scissors. Crushing pain shot through my body as she started squeezing.

“Fuck!” I gasped. “Get off!”

“Sure, once you give up!”

I didn’t have the oxygen for any response; I tried to reach for her ankles to try and yank her legs apart, but she grabbed my right arm (the one closer to her) and pulled it out straight, trapping it. Not sure what else to even try I used my left hand to grab one of her thick ankles and pulled. It was useless; she had me trapped, and I heard myself gasping, hoping that maybe the thick sheen of sweat covering us both would let me escape. I tried to shimmy out, but her thighs had me stuck. In desperation I started slapping her legs with my free hand, but after a few minutes I couldn’t manage even this as my vision started swimming. I closed my eyes, and after another minute or two I felt her releasing me; she must’ve decided I was finished and wasn’t far off. I lay there panting, holding my aching midsection, as she got to her feet and went looking for my phone.

If she’d found it quickly enough the fight would have been over right there, but it wasn’t easy; it had gone flying who knows where, the dark screen was facing up, and there wasn’t exactly a ton of light to look by. As she kept searching, cussing quietly to herself, I managed to recover, taking big breaths and coming back to my senses; it felt like ten or twenty minutes before she finally tripped over it, and by then I had rolled over and gotten back up. I watched her bend over and pick it up; she must’ve heard me and turned just in time to take the full force of my charge, and this time I had enough momentum to take her down to the ground. My phone went flying out of her grasp as she hit the grass on her back. I knew she’d be cushioned by the soft stuff she was landing on and made sure I came down on top of her, for any good that did; I ended up laying on her as she immediately started trying to get up. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the ground, but I had more trouble with her lower body; I attempted a grapevine, but I didn’t really know how to do this right, and her thrashing legs prevented me from even getting it loosely locked on. She managed to buck me off, but I’d succeeded at winding her, and ass she sat up I attacked. Since she’d pulled my shirt off I figured this was fair for me to to do too, copying her by grabbing her shirt, pulling it up to blind her and trap her arms. I laid a few solid hits into her belly before she managed to throw it off and free herself. She stood up, snarling, and put her hands up like a boxer, offering me a fist-fight; I accepted, hoping my speed would keep me safe, as she charged at me throwing wild punches. I weaved past a massive right and hit her back, meaning to get her in the solar plexus but accidently smashing my right fist into her left breast; I’d thrown a hook, and her tit went flying out of her bra as she wailed in surprise, her hands frozen in shock as I dropped my hands and apologized: “I didn’t mean to do that! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said slowly. I put my fists back up, but instead of copying my stance she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her huge tits rolling free, drooping down over her stomach. “There, now you can get some real shots in!”

“That’s not -” But she was already coming at me. I threw a punch at her head, but it was telegraphed as she easily blocked it with her forearm, coming in and punching me right in the dick. I’m sure you can imagine how this felt and I fell over, screaming and holding myself. “Stop crying,” she barked, reaching down and unbuttoning my shorts. “You’ll be fine.” She pulled my bottoms off, although luckily my underwear stayed on; I backed her off with a kick, slowly getting to my feet.

“Anything goes,” she told me over her raised fists. “Unless you want to quit while you’re ahead?”

“Sure, just leave me the gym-”

Well, that was the wrong thing to say as she charged me with a scream, leading with a right-handed punch. I went to the side, throwing my own punch deep into her soft tummy, stopping her dead. I had an idea and grabbed the waistband on her shorts, pulling them down to her ankles with one hard yank, accidently taking her underwear along as well. Sunita didn’t seem surprised at all - I was hoping she’d try to take a step and trip, but she simply reached down and finished the job herself, pushing her bottoms to her feet and stepping out of them. I stood there dumbly with my mouth hanging open until she grabbed my underwear in return; too late I reached for the waistline to hold them up, but she pulled them all the way down with a smile. Not wanting to get trapped in them I stepped out myself, and we were both totally naked now, my cock embarrassingly hard.

“Hey, Rob. Are you sure you don’t want to give up? Isn’t it pretty embarrassing getting your ass kicked and loving it this much?”

“Whatever,” I muttered, feeling myself blush. “Isn’t it embarrassing - uh - um.”

“Okayyyyy,” she laughed, then attacked, lunging at my dick. I managed to step back out of her range, leaving her bent over in front of me. I got my left arm around her head and threw myself backwards in a sloppy DDT, driving the top of her head into the ground. Unfortunately, while this works great on TV, I forgot that’s usually a solid floor or wrestling mat; instead of her head smacking into a hard surface and bouncing off, she just kind of sunk into the soft grass and dirt, rolling away and looking slightly dazed, but nothing more. I came at her hoping to press the attack while she was at least stunned, but she reared back and gave me a shove so big I was forced back several steps, and before I could come at her again she was back on her feet.

We circled and she opened with a big elbow aimed at my stomach. I darted around it, closing in and wrapping my arms around her body, trying to ignore the distraction of her huge sweaty tits mushrooming against my bare chest. I tried to pick her up, but found to my intense embarrassment she was too heavy. Luckily she mistook my intention, instead thinking I was just trying to bearhug her; she returned the hold, wrapping her own big soft arms around my body and squeezing me right back. She definitely had the advantage in this hold, and when I tried to get away from her, pushing against her shoulders, she just laughed: “I thought you wanted to see who was stronger!”

“You are,” I gasped. “Let go!”

“Naaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh,” she lifted me off the ground, leaning backwards as she crushed me. In desperation I clapped my hands over her ears, and she screamed, releasing me; I fell down awkwardly, rolling away from her, but before I could get all the way to my feet she attacked, coming around behind me and re-applying the bearhug from behind, locking her arms just below my armpits, lifting me off the ground again, this time swinging me back and forth. This hurt like hell, and I couldn’t even muster the energy to scream as she worked the hold. I thought I could escape by throwing an ebow behind me at her head, but I couldn’t even lift my arms; I was too hurt and exhausted to anything but gasp and moan as she squeezed the fight out of me. She must’ve felt me going limp in her arms as before I passed out she threw herself forward. Landing on the soft grass and dirt wasn’t too bad, but my opponent’s weight crashing into me from above was, knocking any air I may have had left out of my body with authority.

I was totally at her mercy as she rolled off me. She flipped me onto my back and sat down on my stomach: “What do you say, Rob? You give up?”

I couldn’t even manage a “no,” but I shook my head. She sighed, tucking one long strand of dark hair behind her ear.

“Okay, we’ll do it the hard way.” She turned to face my feet and started backing up; the night sky was slowly covered by my opponent’s hips until I was staring up at her sweaty ass, which she lowered onto my face, my nose and mouth going between her big buttcheeks. She left me enough air to breathe a little bit - thank goodness; otherwise I’d have passed out in no time.

"You like smelling my ass back there?" She slapped my hard cock. "I guess you do!" She started jerking me off, in no hurry; her hand moved slowly, stopping at the tip of my cock to rub it with her thumb every few strokes before starting its descent again. I had some idea about letting her work me over like this as I recovered, but when I started to move she replied by leaning down and lapping her warm tongue against my tip. That was too much and I laid back, telling myself I wasn’t surrendering to pleasure, just biding my time as she continued stroking my cock and licking the tip for a few minutes; I knew this wasn’t realistic, but I was already starting to surrender the pleasure she was inflicting on me.

If I really had any thought of holding out and continuing the fight, it disappeared as she took my tip between her lips; I moaned into her fat ass as she started slowly working her mouth down my shaft. I felt one hand pushing my legs apart, the other gently kneading and squeezing my balls as she bottomed out. My left hand was on her big butt, and I made a token attempt to stop her with my right, but she easily pinned my hand to the ground, her other one still teasing my balls. I gasped and writhed under her as she blew me, lasting maybe a minute or two before I gave it all up. I came on a downstroke and she just held me between her lips as I finished, my hips weakly bucking as I shot my load into her mouth; she swallowed it all, keeping me there until my cock started to deflate post-orgasm, giving it a few painful sucks before she let my dick fall out of her mouth.

She climbed off me, spinning around so that we were face to face; she leaned down and kissed me, my mouth invaded by her tongue, which she swirled around mine. I felt her hand on my cock, just teasing it with her index finger and thumb. She broke the kiss, murmuring “Stay hard for me,” then leaned down and started licking and sucking on my neck, her other hand playing with my nipples. We spent a pleasant few minutes like this until I was able to start getting really hard again. Feeling me at full extension she slid back; I thought she was going to go for a cowgirl mount, instead watching puzzled as she got to her feet, straddling my hips. She faced away from me, then reached down, grabbing my ankles, pulling my legs up and apart; she almost had me in a boston crab, except I was facing the wrong way, and it didn’t hurt at all. I watched in a trance as she lowered herself, and realized too late what she was doing as she speared herself on my cock. She bottomed out with a moan, not moving for a moment, just squeezing and releasing her pussy muscles; I tried to push up, but she had my hips pinned down to the grass, and I wouldn’t be able to do that unless she allowed me. She started fucking me, slowly, taking her time as I moaned under her. Only having cum once already let me last any time at all. After a few minutes of this she called over her shoulder:

“Aaaahhh, you like this, Rob? You’re gonna cum for me like this, right?”

Well, I still had a little fight left in me, somehow; I waited until she reached the top of a stroke, then thrust up and started fucking her from below. This did not get the reaction I was hoping for as she gasped “Rob, what do you think you’re doing?” I didn’t bother answering; she’d put herself in a strong position, and it was hard enough to fuck her the way I wanted without also engaging in witty repartee. For her part, Sunita could have just lowered her hips to stop me, but between moans she told me: “All right, Rob, if you can finish me off like this, I’ll admit you win.”

Filled with renewed determination I continued pumping away at her. It wasn’t easy - I aimed to keep my strokes short, but she kept moving her hips just enough to prevent me from doing this; at least I saw her legs quivering, which I took as a good sign. (Looking back, it was probably just the position she was in making her legs tired.)

Unfortunately, I couldn’t finish her off - after just a little bit of vigorously fucking her I felt myself getting close, and I knew I’d have to get her off soon or I was done. I wasn’t as in control as I thought, and I had to abruptly stop;

I was one stroke away from cumming. She looked over her shoulder at me with a smile: “Rob, what’s the matter? You stopped. Could it be - “ she started sliding down, slowly, taking me right up to the edge - “are you about to lose? Hmmm?” She slid back up, keeping me the tiniest bit of sensation away from a climax. “You want me to finish you off?” She began another downstroke. “All you have to do is say it.”

“Please,” I whined.

“Please what?” she finished the stroke.

“Please… finish me.”

“Yeahhhhhhhh?” another upstroke. “That means you give up, right?” She held her hips still, just squeezing my dick, aching with the need for release, with her pussy muscles.

“I give up.”

With that she started fucking me quickly; two or three jackhammer strokes of her hips was all it took for me to finish, spurting shot after shot of the biggest climax I could remember into her warm pussy. She kept going until I was dry, then dropped my legs, taking a few steps forward and straddling my face; she administered a the face-sit, rubbing her cummy, musky pussy over my nose and mouth. For a second she pushed her hips down, grinding her crotch against me, but then she moved up a bit, just enough for me to get my tongue out and start licking her snatch.

“How’s that taste, Rob?” she gasped. ”You just love licking your own stuff out of my snatch, don’t you?”

“Mmfmfhfmfmgggh,” I agreed.

“Is that a yes?” She gently bounced her crotch against my face. “Feels like a yes. Are you gonna make me cum, Rob?”

“Mffaaaffmfmmfff,” I promised.

“Is that a yes, too?” It was; I finished her with my mouth, although she helped herself along, reaching down to play with her clit as I tongue-fucked her pussy. Her climax was explosive when it arrived; I heard her wailing and I held onto her hips as I worked her through it, her thighs tensing against my head helplessly as she went over the edge, soaking my face with her juices. When she finished she rolled off me, and we both just lay there panting for a while; I felt her taking my right hand in hers, squeezing it gently as I looked up at the starry summer sky.

“Umf,” she finally groaned as she sat up. “Where did that thing go?” She got to her feet and walked around for a minute, then I heard her crow “Yeahhhhh, here it is!” She came over to me, holding my phone; It was locked with the fingerprint sensor, but she simply grabbed my hand and mashed my index finger against it, unlocking it. To my surprise, she didn’t even open Pokemon Go, just flipped to the address book app and punched in her name and number. Then she threw the phone at me with a casual “You better go get cleaned up, you look like you just got your ass kicked” before getting dressed and leaving me there naked, sweaty, and covered in grass. It took ten minutes before I could move, twenty minutes to get dressed and stagger back to the dorm, and two days before I captured the gym back.