Madison vs Sierra

[Super Deadly Ham Attack]

A few days after me and Sierra's showdown in the foxy boxing league, she invited me over to her dorm. She's also my college tutor, and I thought it might be to discuss the D+ I'd gotten on my business management paper, but it was actually to apologize for getting me into the foxy boxing league in the first place.

I hadn't had an easy time of it for sure. I'd been beat up, humiliated, fucked with a strapon in the ring until I came in front of a jeering, hooting crowd... and I'd loved it! I'd gotten in touch with my submissive streak, and I'd cum my brains out more than once. I'd even written a book about it. (Come to think of it, maybe I should have changed the names?...)

But Sierra clearly felt bad about the rough time I'd had, and wanted to know if I'd feel better if we had our own private match in her room. She didn't quite tell me she was inviting me to smack her around, but she did tell me she had a submissive streak of her own she wanted to show me. Well, that was a mighty tempting offer - we'd already fought in the league, and I'd had a lot of fun, so with the cherry on top of seeing Sierra's submissive side, it was a pretty easy decision to say yes.

Sierra's dorm room was big, sectioned off into her sleeping area, kitchen, dining space, and where we'd be fighting, an exercise area, the floor covered with black mats making about an 8 by 10 space. We'd be going bare knuckle, and both of us stripped all the way down - we'd seen each other naked in our match, after all, no point in being shy now.

Sierra looked just how I remembered her, still a 5'2" BBW, still looking more like a lost plus-size model than a foxy boxer as we got ready to fight from her curvy build, wide shoulders and hips, drooping tits and thick arms and legs to her kind features, friendly round face with large brown eyes, and her medium brown hair in a long, layered cut that looked fresh from the salon.

I of course was still 5'6", two years younger than Sierra, and in pretty good shape from training for foxy boxing. My hair was dyed bright red, streaked with yellow and orange. Underneath that was a slightly long face with delicate features, green eyes and small lips.

"Ready?" Sierra asked softly. I nodded, both of us getting our fists up and circling as the fight started. I attacked to start, coming in high, trying to get Sierra to lift her hands, flashing jab after jab at her face.

My real target was her huge tits, but I didn't want her to know that just yet. Sierra backed up under my offense, and I caught a lucky break right away - the corner of the room we were in was open on the north and east sides, walled in on the south and west, and Sierra was backing up right into the corner!

She tried to go around me, but was too slow. I went low, my left fist sinking deep into her soft gut. She was stunned, her mouth hanging open, her hands dropping, wide open as I swung my right around for a big hook, my bare knuckles smashing into her face.

It wasn't even 30 seconds into the fight and Sierra went down on her back, moaning and covering her face. I'd always fought with a ref before, but I guessed now it would be up to me to count - not that I was going to bother now; even if she would have stayed down for the ten, the whole point of this was me getting revenge on her, and two punches wasn't going to do it.

"Get up!" I barked, enjoying feeling dom. Sierra sat up, shaking her head, and stood, getting her fists up. She was still stuck in the corner, and I advanced on her, boxing her in. Sierra took two more steps backwards, and that was it - her back pressed up against the white wall, trapped!

I shot in, flashing jabs at her face. There wasn't enough juice behind these to really hurt her, but I knew they stung, and I hoped she'd give in to the natural reaction of lifting her hands, leaving my true target uncovered.

But she had too much experience for that. Instead, she came off the wall, arms wide, trying to clinch. I had time to measure her up, take a half step back, and blast her with my best belly buster, my bare fist sinking deep into her doughy stomach.

Sierra was pushed back up against the wall, winded, at my mercy. I'd found out in our earlier match with Sierra that she got turned on having her boobs punished, and this had been my loose plan today, but hitting her in the stomach had been so fun, and her soft belly was wide open...

Fuck it. I came in and started smashing lefts and rights into her pillowy midsection. Sierra gasped and moaned under my assault, my fist going a little deeper each time. She tried to come off the wall a few times, only to be blasted back, her belly beginning to bruise as I worked her over like a heavy bag.

"Having fun, Sierra?" I asked, winding up for a huge right. She just moaned, and I delivered the hit, trying to touch her spine as my hand all but disappeared into her beaten guts. This was too much for Sierra, who fell down to her knees, hand crossed over her tummy, gasping and drooling. I couldn't help but showboat a little bit, leaning down, my left hand under her chin, tilting it up so she was looking into my face.

"I wish you'd been this much of a pushover in our last fight!" I taunted her, drawing my right hand back, savoring the moment. "I think I'm going to knock you out now. It might hurt less if you close your eyes."

But before I threw the punch Sierra got her own hit, coming up off her feet and shooting a right at my stomach. I tried to change my punch into grabbing her hand, far too slow as her fist smashed low into my belly.

I paid heavily for my taunting as the massive hit knocked the wind out of me. I stumbled backwards, gasping, my own hands crossed over my belly, giving Sierra plenty of time to stand up, step forward, brace her left hand behind my head, and smash a right cross into my face.

As my back and the back of my head smashed into the mats I knew I was in trouble. In a regular match, there would be a ref to count, but instead Sierra came over to peer down at me worriedly: "Madison, are you okay?"

"Fuck," I mumbled, rubbing my face where she'd hit me. "I thought you were going to show me your submissive side!"
"You have to bring it out," she told me. "It's no fun if I just lay down and let you do whatever you want. Right?" She held a hand out to help me up. I reached up and took it, yanked up to my feet so we were face to face.

"That wasn't enough to bring out your submissive side?" I groused as we circled. Sierra just grinned at me. I guess I should have gone after her tits after all. Well, that was a mistake I wouldn't make again.

I came in showing low punches, hoping to get Sierra to cover up and guard her beaten stomach. She didn't at first, but the quick left jab I planted on her belly button made her wince, and sure enough she turtled up, both arms vertical over her head, chest, and stomach, slightly bent over.

Perfect. Her sides were wide open, and I stepped in and began laying hooks into her fat tits. Sierra froze, and although I couldn't see her face, the deep moan that accompanied each punch into her heavy breasts let me know this was working.

"How's that submissive side coming, Sierra?" I taunted her, smashing another left hook into her defenseless right breast. Her response was to open her arms, lurching forward for another clinch. This time I let her grab me, making sure to keep my right arm free as she wrapped her own thick arms around my body, our breasts pressing together as she leaned in for a kiss.

I kissed her back, our tongues wrestling in my mouth, cover for my real attack as my right hand snaked between her legs. Sierra moaned against me as I began rubbing her pussy, my opponent right where I wanted her.

Sierra had a few ways out of this - she could break the clinch and just back up, or even pick me up off the mats with no ref to call a foul, or just return the attack with one of her own hands. To my immense excitement she did none of these things to start, just holding me, pressing her body against mine, and kissing me, allowing me to energetically rub her pussy.

We spent a pleasant few moments like this before I thought it was time to finish her off. I went from rubbing her labia to slipping two fingers into her eager pussy, and this brought a mixed reaction. The good news was Sierra broke the kiss to lean against me with a deep, promising moan, while the bad (?) news is this snapped her out of it enough for her own right hand to go between my legs.

I was pretty sure I had a big enough head start that she had no chance as she began rubbing my own pussy, but I'd gotten pretty turned on making out with her, pressing my body against hers, and generally having my way with her, so there was a little doubting voice in the back of my mind asking if I could make her cum first. Worse than that was the little voice going on about how awesome it would feel if she made me cum first, a humiliating reversal, and what would happen to me then?...

I told that voice to fuck off and focused on fingering Sierra. We were staring into each other's eyes now, panting and moaning lewdly, our breasts still pressing together. Sierra quickly switched from rubbing to fingering, both of us invading the other with our right hands, pumping, curling our fingers, trying to break the other with pleasure, make her cum, while resisting the other's attack.

I went for the kill, my thumb finding her clit. Her moaning voice dropped an octave as I began rubbing it. The only other thing I could think to add was some trash talking: "How's that submissive side doing now, you slut?" I hissed.
"Madison," she panted. "Madison- Madison!"
"That's it! Say my name when you cum, whore!"

"Maaaaaaaad-iii-sooooooooon!" Sierra howled in my face, her body shaking, her fingers frozen inside my pussy as hers squeezed down in her climax. I kept pumping, kept rubbing her clit, until I felt her relax, then slowly slump to the floor, coming to rest on her back, laid out flat.

I licked my fingers clean as I stared down at her. Should I get her back up and then hit her with a punch? Fuck it - I wanted to get off on her now.

"I'm going to count you out," I told her. "One..."
She didn't even sit up, her eyes lazily opening around six, a big goofy grin on her face as I went up to ten, told her she was knocked out, then walked over to her and planted one foot between her tits and posed.

"Congratulations," she sighed. "You can do whatever you want with me."
In our league boxing match, the loser had gotten strapon fucked by the winner. I hadn't brought my strapon today, and instead I squatted over Sierra's face, savoring the moment for a second before sitting down, sighing happily as her warm breath tickled my pussy.

Fucking Sierra's face felt amazing. Part of me wanted to savor the moment, burning it into my memory as I completely dominated her, pressing my pussy against her nose and mouth, the other part of me so worked up that I wanted to cum my brains out right there.

I let myself savor it for a little bit before I couldn't hold back any more, my hips moving faster, bearing down against Sierra's head as I ground my pussy against her face. I came, grunting, gasping, not caring how rough I was, tensing, a moment of perfect release, relaxing.

"Whew," I moaned. "Wow." I climbed off her slowly, savoring my afterglow, offering her a hand and helping her up. We showered and got dressed, but she stopped me as I went to leave: "Madison, where are you going?"
"Aren't we done?"
"Sure, we're done boxing, but how are you doing in your business management course?"
"Um," I mumbled. "I mean, I still get credit if I get a C..." I withered in the face of her disapproving stare. "I'll go get my books." It was going to be a long day after all.

[SunnyB]

Oooh, very hot story of revenge!   

Great to see that you're still writing such sexy stuff!   

- Sonny

[SunnyB]