Tanya and I headed straight home and turned in immediately, even in spite of the sun coming up. After the night we’d had, could you blame us? By the time we woke up, it was well into the afternoon and we decided to just have lunch. I figured our inevitably awkward conversation would be more productive if we were both on full stomachs. We ate and then we decided to talk.
“So…” I began uncomfortably. “How long have you been doing…that?”
“For years, honestly.” She answered.
“How did it come about?” I asked.
“It’s just how a lot of women settle things.” She said. “Especially in competitive environments like sports teams.”
Normally, I would have accused her of teasing me but given what I had just seen, it’s not too far-fetched.
“I…guess it makes sense why you were always so unwilling to talk about why you always put up with Rachel’s shit.” I said.
“Even if I told you the truth, would you have believed me?” Tanya asked.
“Not in a million years.” I joked.
We both laughed and it really helped ease the tension.
“You’re not mad, are you?” She asked.
“The closest thing I have to a reason for being mad is that you didn’t let me watch sooner.” I joked. “But no. If anything, I should be happy that you’re not mad at me.”
“Well, you did put that bitch on the spot back there.” She said. “I got a better deal for the next fight because of you.”
“But you’re also in danger of being kicked off of the team because of me.” I said with shame. “I should’ve just minded my own business and gone back to sleep.”
“Be honest with me, Grif.” Tanya said. “Why did you follow me?”
“Well…I was worried.” I answered. “I thought you were doing something that you weren’t supposed to. Why else would you be leaving in the middle of the night?”
“When did you become such a hall monitor?” Tanya teased.
“Hey, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” I admitted. “I had to make sure.”
She hugged me.
“Now it's my turn to ask you something.” I said.
“Shoot.” She said.
“Why did you want me to be your boyfriend in the first place?” I asked.
“I already told you, didn’t I?” Tanya asked.
“Yeah but I feel like there’s more to it than that.” I argued.
“Well…” She said with a sigh. “I think I just needed something else in my life. Rachel was ruining the team for me and I was losing my confidence in my ability to ever outfuck her but I couldn’t just throw my scholarship away, so, I just wanted a nice, wholesome relationship to bring some balance to my life…and you seemed like the perfect guy for that.”
I could feel the honesty in her words.
“I understand.” I said with a smile. “But I still don’t feel any better about the situation I put you in.”
“If anything, it’s just increased my motivation to finally win.” Tanya said. “I work well under pressure.”
“That makes one of us.” I said. “Do you really think you can beat her once and for all?”
“I’ll have to go about it in a different way to do that.” Tanya explained. “I’ve outfucked every single girl on the team multiple times…but never Rachel. She’s just too good….God, I hate that bitch…but she’s an amazing fuck.”
“Might I make a suggestion?” I asked.
“You may.” She granted.
“It’s the same as any other sport.” I said. “Practice. Practice. Practice.”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Keep fuckfighting other women. As many as possible. As often as possible and as intensely as possible.” I elaborated.
“I’m listening.” She said seductively.
“Spring break is about a month away.” I continued. “That gives you about a month to find and fuck as many opponents as you can. Focus, study, pay attention to every detail of the fights, especially ones that remind you of fighting Rachel. It will help build up your stamina and tolerance.”
“You forgot to mention one thing.” She said as she ran her fingers down my arm, giving me goosebumps.
“I’m not yet used to you watching me fight.” She said. “So, I’m gonna need you to be right there with me cheering me on through fucking so many beautiful bitches. That makes sense, doesn’t it?”
I think I felt all the blood leave my head as I gulped.
“Ye-yeah.” I stammered. “That makes total sense.”
“I’ll also need your help finding worthy opponents, baby.” She said as she hugged me, pressing her monstrous mammaries into my chest. “You know me better than anyone else, after all.”
She kissed me on the cheek, making me light headed. What did I ever do to deserve a woman like her? She stopped teasing me and let me get my bearings back. We were about to move on when I stopped her.
“Wait.” I said. “I have just one more question.”
“Hm?” She asked.
“What is it like?” I asked. “Sexfighting. Tell me all about it.”
“Oh, Grif…” She said as her eyes drifted off. “I don’t think I can describe it in a way that a guy can understand. It’s just…unbelievable. Out of this world. There is no feeling in the world like it.”
“Wow.” I said.
“Yeah.” She said in amazement. “But I’ll try my best. Imagine lust and adrenaline at their absolute max and being blended together like a smoothie of exhilaration and elation.”
“Poetic.” I said.
“Pride is also a big part of it.” She continued. “The two opponents are putting their very pride as women against one another. I have never felt more like a true, full fledged woman than when I hold down another hot bitch and have my way with her as we grind our cxnts, suck each other’s tongues, mash tits and stab nipples…Just thinking about it is getting me all hot and bothered.”
“Join the club.” I joked.
She looked down at my pants to see that I wasn’t kidding. She grinned and I could tell that she wanted to tease me more. Her face blushed so red that I could even see it past her chocolate colored skin.
“And then there’s the taboo nature of it.” She said while suppressing moans. “It’s just so decadent. So slutty. So unladylike but also the most womanly thing in the world at the same time. The feeling of warm, soft skin on mine…the thrill of trying to fuck her before she can fuck me…the thoughts of what other people would think if they knew…the heart pounding anxiety of the risk of humiliation yet also the adrenaline of wanting to humiliate your opponent…”
I continued listening, totally enthralled.
“You can see in your opponent’s eyes what she wants.” She continued. “She wants to own you. To dominate you. To violate you to the core of your womanhood…And knowing that makes you want to do all of those things to her as well…You want to be top bitch. To have her underneath you, cumming, screaming your name, cursing you out and calling you every vulgarity there is…and the thrill of not wanting to stop for fear of her doing it to you…It’s…It’s so…It’s just…ohhhhhh!!”
She was starting to get excited but I wasn’t gonna stop her.
“The feeling of objectification is just the icing on the cake.” She said. “You feel like a dirty, lowdown whore but you also feel unstoppable and desired by everyone else. You feel like the queen of dirty, lowdown whores. And even if you lose, even if you are humiliated, violated and owned by your opponent…All it does is make you want more. It doesn’t make you feel dejected or weak…It just motivates you to win next time and to take your sweet revenge, which being defeated last time makes even sweeter!”
She was starting to touch herself now.
“Oh, Griffin!” She moaned. “I love it so much! I love everything about it! I’m an addict! Plain and simple! And I always will be! I want to fuck Rachel more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life! I can never stop fighting her! I…”
I interrupted her with a kiss and she quickly got into it. She pushed me down onto the couch and we proceeded to have the most passionate, loving, mind blowing, satisfying and soul invigorating sex that any couple could ever have. We were snuggled together by the time it was over.
“Man…” I said in bewilderment. “What a woman you are…”
“And what a man you are.” She said lovingly. “Which is why I will do whatever it takes to keep that edgy goth slut from taking you from me.”
In the heat of everything, I had forgotten all about that. Rachel was a stunning specimen but there was no way I was losing my Tanya. Never.
“Well…” I said. “We better get to work finding you some good training partners then.”
“I look forward to it.” Tanya said.
For the next month, Tanya and I worked tirelessly to find her worthy opponents. We made sure that not a single day would go by without her fighting a new girl. I watched each and every time as she fucked strippers, escorts, OnlyFans models, horny Wives whose Husbands don’t give them enough attention, MILFs who are overstressed and want to feel young and hot again, barmaids, cheerleaders, sorority sisters, co-eds, her volleyball teammates, even some female Professors at our University.
Tanya fucked every single one of them as I watched…and she conquered them every single time. She slowly began to develop a sadistic streak. Not to Rachel’s level but she clearly loved humiliating her rivals. After beating them, she would often force them to lick her out, knowing that I loved the show. I think me always being there watching made her a better fighter. It motivated her. I was worried when she told me that nymphos fighting while their men watch can cause them anxiety and hurt their performance but this certainly wasn’t the case.
I watched her dominate woman after woman after woman after woman and every fight I watched felt more enthralling and exciting than the last. I loved watching her almost as much as she loved doing it. She always had enough energy left over to take care of me after she was done, often forcing her broken enemies to watch as we celebrated her victory together. This was it. This was the life. It doesn’t get any better than this. I know I’ve said that before but I was 100% positive of it this time.
I was proud of her. More than that, I loved her. When she first approached me, wanting me to be her BF, I already thought that was the best thing that could have ever happened to me but I never could have possibly imagined how right I truly was. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. What did I do to deserve a woman like her?
And then…the day had finally come. Spring Break was upon us and pretty much the entire campus was empty. All visiting family, going on vacation abroad or just getting away from school. All except myself and the girls’ volleyball team. We were in front of the gym at the designated time just as the sun was setting. The whole night would be ahead of us. A night of pure nymphomania and debauchery. I was as excited as I was terrified. I couldn’t imagine how my beautiful girlfriend must have been feeling.
“Well…” I said. “Here we are.”
“Yeah…” Tanya said nervously.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I asked.
“As I’ll ever be.” Tanya said with an exhale.
We prepared as much as we could. Tanya had fucked so many women, I was impressed that her clit hadn’t fallen off. There was no turning back now. We opened the door to the gym and went in to face our demons together.
