[Super Deadly Ham Attack]

“You ready, babe?” I called out to my girlfriend as I paced the half-sized boxing ring in our basement.
“C-coming,” she called back from the dressing area, her stutter letting me know she was nervous. I was nervous, too, forcing myself to stop pacing, going to one corner and leaning back against the ringpost, arms over the top ropes.

I rubbed my newly dyed platinum blonde hair through my $12 American-flag patterned cowboy (well, cowgirl on me, I guess) hat - I’d had it done that afternoon and my scalp was still dry. The discomfort was worth it - Juniper and I had been through a lot together, a couple grueling catfights and a lot of sweaty hours in the gym, and we’d discovered we loved having friendly, sexy boxing matches, and we both loved getting dressed up for the other.

Juniper had assigned me All-American Cowgirl as my theme, and I’d gone for it as best I could - American-flag themed cowgirl hat, boxing gloves, and thong, the gloves blue with white stars, the underwear red and white stripes, plus red lipstick and toenail polish. My naturally brown hair had been dyed blonde, and although my 5’7” slim frame didn’t exactly scream bombshell, I thought I looked pretty good.

Of course, not as good as I thought Juniper looked as she stepped out from under the curtain we’d hung in the basement doorway. I’d assigned her Evil Queen, and she had knocked the look out of the park.

She sometimes dyed her hair, but she’d let it grow in the natural inky black, almost halfway down her back, draped over the long black silk cape she wore. Black silk seemed to be the theme, from the cape, to the silky, shiny texture of her hair, to the frilly, T-backed thong also made of black silk. Her gloves were also black, shiny leather, the theme finished with dramatic black eyeliner, lipstick, and toenail polish. The black leather cowgirl hat on her head didn’t quite match the theme, but I told myself she could be an evil cowgirl queen. I guess a bit of my country had worn off on her - I’d inculcated (a word I’d just learned in my college English course!) a growing love of country stuff in her as she’d inculcated (Yes! Twice in one sentence!) her love of comics in me.

Now what was harder to overlook, my one big complaint, was that her cape was going to block my view of her fat ass - not to hold anything against my girlfriend’s beautiful face, amazing tits, or thick, muscled arms and legs, but that ass… that big, fat curvy badonker she’d developed sitting on it reading comics all day and had only reinforced doing squats and bridges… I had to wipe my mouth with the back of my glove to make sure I wasn’t drooling as she made her way to the ring, hips swinging confidently.

I came over and held the ropes open for her. The ring was only half-sized - more intimate, less room to get away - but it was a real ring still, with four red ropes, white steel ringposts, and a white canvas (perhaps not the best choice in retrospect - it was already stained, one faded bloodstain where Juniper had accidentally busted my nose open, as well as some other stains from happier memories.)

Juniper slid between the ropes, into the ring and we faced off. My 5’7” gave me two inches on my girlfriend, although she outweighed me considerably - I knew she was both stronger than me and could take more punishment in her soft belly.

“Love the hat, honey,” I told her, deciding to keep my confusion about how it fit in with the rest of the outfit to myself. “A little country looks good on you.”
“Thank you,” she grinned, her beautiful, round face lighting up, the smile reaching her deep, dark eyes. I could have kissed her as she shrugged off the cape, turning around to fold it carefully, unintentionally (I think - maybe she was starting the mind games already?) giving me an amazing view of her big, thick, round, fat ass, waving it gently back and forth in my face as I swallowed hard, eyes big as dinner plates as it groped her butt. I decided this must’ve been innocent as she got up and turned around with a nervous chirp of, “W-well, I’m ready.”

I nodded and stepped back, both of us raising our gloves. A thought came to me as we closed up:
“Uh… are you gonna leave the hat on, sugar?” I laughed.
“Come knock if off,” she invited me, waving me on with her gloves. “H, how about this? Whoever can knock the o-other one’s hat off can also take her bottoms.”

“Oh, sure,” I agreed, my mind already working at how to turn this to my advantage. Juniper always used up more energy moving her bigger body around the ring, so I went right to my usual technique: trying to tire her out. She’d just waved me on with her gloves, but I gave that right back to her, waving her on in turn.

She accepted. My girlfriend attacked, cautious, coming in flicking jabs at my belly. For such a shy girl she was an aggressive fighter - although she kept herself covered up, she definitely was trying to take control of the fight right away. She went right after my stomach, while in return I peppered her cheeks, all of our punches more speed than power, my hits not hard enough to turn her head.

Juniper switched gears without me noticing - one second we were trading light creampuff jabs, the next she’d buried her left glove in my stomach. I stepped back, hacking up a wet cough, throwing a desperate right hook at her jaw, trying to keep her from coming in and pouncing.

But she’d really honed that killer instinct, stepping in right through my hook, slamming a second left into the same spot on my stomach. I’d foolishly left this open to throw the hook, paying the price as she bent me over with this hit, all of her muscle and weight behind it, forcing every atom of air out of my beaten stomach.

My arms crossed over my belly, leaving the rest of me open. It’d have been easy for Juniper to just floor me with a head hit, but instead she stepped forward, using her body to push mine back.

Ahhh, shit - she was fixing to push me up against the ropes. She’d won our first fighting date getting me up against the ropes, hanging my arms off the top, beating the stuffing out of my stomach, then spending the next three days taking care of me.

That second part was nice, but I really wanted to skip that first bit, not to mention win our fight. I went along for a second, letting her push me back, even letting her drape my arms over the top ropes. I played possum, body limp, chin on my chest, the brim of my hat covering my eyes.

Junie never could get me like this without stopping to take a look at my body before coming in to pound it, and sure enough she stopped for a second, more than enough time for me to come off the ropes with a huge right aimed at her jaw. She just had time for her eyes to go wide before my red, white and blue glove smashed into her jaw, turning her half a step.

“Sorry, babe,” I told her as I braced my left arm over her shoulders, my right glove lifting in a huge uppercut square into her breadbasket. Juniper made the same kind of wet cough I’d produced earlier. I knew her soft belly could take a lot of punishment, so I lined another one up, but she covered her belly with her arm.

“Junie, could you move that arm, sugar?” I asked sweetly. To my surprise she did, letting her glove drop, leaving her midsection open in an invitation to give her another uppercut. I couldn’t say no, winding up and hitting her so hard I think her feet left the mat, a huge, guttering moan bursting out of her lips.

“Ooh, sorry, babe,” I told her again. “Here, I’ll make it quick.” She was covering her stomach again, so I moved my left arm off her shoulders, pushing her back to give me enough room to unleash a knockout right on her.

“I’m s-sorry, too,” my girlfriend gasped, staring at me as I wound up.
“Aw, now what are you sorry for?” I asked as I got ready to unleash the punch. I should’ve known better, getting my answer as she stepped forward, smashing a huge left hook into my right breast. I’d been working on trying not to cuss as much, so instead of letting loose with a loud “Fuck!”, what actually came out of my mouth was, “Gollllllll-lyyyyyyyy!”

“Sorry,” Juniper told me again even as she got the left one this time, smacking it to the side with a hook. I bit down another “Fuck!”, gasping “God bless it!” as both my tits ached, my arms covering them instinctively-

Oops. I’d left both my stomach and head open, and Juniper took her pick, thundering a straight right into my stomach so hard I thought her glove might have touched my spine. There was no hope of staying vertical off this hit; the best I could do was sink down to my knees, barely managing to lift my head to look up at Juniper, her head tilted as she smiled down at me.

She slowly drew her right glove back, getting ready to drive it down into my face while giving me enough time to write out a will and get it notarized. I had a few options - the first one that leapt to mind was an uppercut between my girlfriend’s legs, but I just couldn’t bring myself to unload a cxntbuster into the source of so much of my joy.

So instead I grabbed her behind the knees and pulled. Junie went over on her back with a surprised yell, landing hard on the canvas. She sat up, a big smile on her face that didn’t quite reach her beautiful eyes, a sign she wasn’t too pleased with me.

“Sorry,” I mumbled again as I got to my feet, holding a glove out to help her up. She ignored it, another warning sign, climbing to her feet. “Babe, you did leave yourself open,” I pointed out as we circled.
“I’m not mad,” she told me, gloves up so only her eyes were visible. “But you could give me a free hit.”

I forced down a sigh. I’d be playing to Juniper’s strengths by giving her that free hit, but…
“C’mon, Nikki, are you scared?” She teased me. “Ah, it’s okay, you don’t have to-”
“Go ahead,” I braced my gloves behind my head, leaving myself wide open. “Give me your best shot, babe.”
“You’re sure?”

I nodded and she came closer, gloves still held in her guard like I was going to trick her, my feelings a little hurt at her distrust. She took a breath, cocked her arm and delivered a low, straight right, getting everything she had into a hit that landed flush on my waistband.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, gobbless it,” I got out. My flexed abs had saved this from being a match-ending deathblow, but it still stung, and Juniper pushed me back a few inches from the hit. The real danger was any follow-up, and here it came, her left coming around in a huge hook at my unprotected jaw-

I leaned my head back, her black glove flashing past my face so close I could feel a cool wind on my cheeks. My gloves came off the back of my head, and I stepped in, hoping Juniper’s guard would still be in disarray from her knockout left, maybe leaving me a nice low hole to get my own blow into her tummy.

Instead, by luck or design, I stepped right into her outstretched elbow. This time my abs weren’t ready, and the bone-hard tip sank deep into my stomach, my mouth opening with a gasping moan as I impaled myself.

Juniper, full of tender concern, reacted to this by smashing an overhand right into my jaw. She hit me so hard my hat finally flew off, and I fell like a sack of dirt, landing hard on my right side, rolling over onto my back, bell well and truly rung.

“Nikki, are you okay?” Juniper peered down at me. I gave her a defiant nod. “Oh, good,” she grinned. “Then you can say buh-bye to your hat now!” Before I could react she kicked it out of the ring.
“Aw, shhhh-ugar,” I saved it as I watched my hat sail under the bottom rope. “Babe, that cost me twelve bucks at Wally World!”
“Shush,” she told me playfully, rolling me over. “Lift your hips up.”

With a sigh I lifted my hips up as my girlfriend slid my bikini bottoms off, leaving me in just my gloves. She gave my butt a playful slap, definitely feeling domme - this was good for me in that I enjoyed her taking the lead tremendously, but not too good for my chances of winning.

“Do you need a minute?” she asked kindly. I did, but I couldn’t show any weakness, so I hopped up to my feet. I caught a break as I felt Juniper’s eyes leaving my gloves, slipping down between my legs. I had a little surprise for her here - I’d dyed my pubic hair the same bright blonde as my head hair.

“You enjoying the view?” I teased her, taking a risk as I braced my gloves against my inner thighs, doing my best to part my labia for her. This left me wide open if Juniper wanted to hit me. She didn’t, just nodding eagerly at the sight. Perfect.

Now here was the tricky part - getting my hit in before she snapped out of it. As I drew my right arm back, I lifted my left to my mouth, kissing my own glove, giving my girlfriend my best bedroom eyes.

“Babe,” I purred, stepping in close, right arm in position. “I wanna tell you somethin’.”
“Yes?”
“Gotcha,” I winked, savoring Juniper’s eyes going wide in the second before my glove-clad right fist sank deep into her belly. She gasped, wet and high, and I knew I’d gotten her good. I went for the combo, flashing a left jab into her face, her head snapping around, lifting a short right uppercut into her stomach, another left jab to the face just to keep her reeling, overhand right to her jaw. I hit her so hard her own hat flew off as she fell backwards, fluttering down to land on her face in a touch I couldn’t have choreographed better if I’d tried.

“Babe, you all right?” I asked, nudging her gently with my foot. That last punch had hurt my hand through my glove, so I could only imagine how her face was feeling. Her response was to reach down and peel her bikini bottom off, hooking the thumbs of her gloves under the waistband, sliding it down and kicking it off, naked except for her gloves and the black hat still covering her face.

“Well now,” I breathed, taking in her nude body, her fat tits, her soft belly, her thick, powerful arms and legs. I’d seen it plenty by now, but like a sunrise, it was a special kinda beauty I never got tired of looking at. Instead of getting up, Juniper took a breather, right arm out at an angle, left limp over her belly.   

I had to remind myself not to fall into the same trap my girlfriend just had, tearing my eyes off her body like it wasn’t the most enchanting sight I’d ever seen, ignoring the siren song of her hard, dark nipples, the promise of the pleasure between her legs, her thick labia already shiny with excitement-

Focus! Win the match first, then have fun! Juniper rolled over, and I repaid her earlier assault on my hat, stepping over and kicking hers out of the ring. It didn’t quite go as far - real leather, instead of the sequin-covered cardboard of mine - but it did clear the ropes.

Juniper sat up, shaking her head, standing.
“Looks like we’re all even,” she told me as she circled, her beautiful dark eyes peeking over the tops of her gloves.
“Sure are, darlin’,” I agreed, trying to keep my mind clear even as her heavy breasts swayed hypnotically back and forth.

At least facing her front I couldn’t see her ass, but the second that thought crossed my mind, the image of it sprang to mind - the apple-top curve, the rich, dark color, almost the same black as the boxing glove flying at my face-

Kaboom. The next thing I knew I was laying on my back, my face throbbing, as Juniper crawled on top of me.
“Nikki, are you all right?” she asked with concern, those dark eyes staring down at me, her long hair hanging down to brush against my aching cheeks, her soft body holding mine against the canvas. “You kinda froze up back there.”

“Just thinking about your rump,” I blurted.
“Oh, my rump?” she leaned down, filling my vision. “And what are you picturing my rump doing, Nikki?”
“Ummmmmm-”
“It was doing ‘Ummmmmm’?” Juniper was definitely full on domme mode now, so close I could smell her sweat, her lips just an inch from mine.

“Honey-” I started, interrupted as Juniper leaned down and kissed me, her thick, soft right thigh between my legs, pressing up against my bare pussy even as her tongue invaded my mouth. Her tits pressed against mine, her larger set enveloping my own, sparks of joy shooting from my nipples as her thick ones rubbed against them. She began moving her leg up and down, my juices leaving excitement on her sweaty skin, as we tongue wrestled.

Now y’all might not know this, but the tongue is made up of all muscle - and as with the rest of her body, Juniper’s was stronger than mine (I’ll leave it to your imagination what activity might’ve gotten it that way). Although she had me flat on my back, under her command in our boxing match, I was determined not to lose this little microcosm battle, sending my tongue swirling around hers, trying to find some way to take control.

I couldn’t manage it, losing even this contest, completely at Juniper’s mercy as she pressed my tongue against the floor of my mouth with her own. After making her point she broke the kiss, leaning up, giving me a smug smile, clearly thinking she’d won - not that I could blame her, I guess. Her leg was still gently moving up and down against my pussy, her nipples still bullying mine, as she had me right where she wanted me.

“Now, Nikki,” she purred, “I’m gonna give you what you really want.” With that she slowly lifted herself up, a disappointed moan slipping out of me as her leg left my crotch and her breasts left mine. She got on her hands and knees, turning… a 69? No, she was going to sit on my face, smothering me beneath her ass!

This wouldn’t be the first time I’d lost that way, but I wasn’t quite ready to give it up yet. I punched Juniper right in her ass, swinging up off the canvas, not able to get a huge amount of power into the hit, but enough to force her to the side with a squeak of surprise.

“You punched my butt!” Juniper gasped in shock.
“Yeah, sorry,” I got up, shaking my head. Juniper followed, but seemed to be having a lot of trouble processing what had just happened: “You punched my butt!”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I promised, coming in feinting high at her face, then going low at the last second.

I’d hoped Juniper would stay distracted, but I guess her instincts kicked in as she read my attack, keeping her gloves low, taking my straight left on her arms. I’d left myself open, and Juniper shot a left into my stomach through my open guard, her black glove smacking hard into my sore belly.

This wasn’t the hardest punch, but it landed right on the bruise forming there, and I froze for a second - just long enough, unfortunately, for Juniper’s drilled-in instincts to kick in. She smacked a quick right jab into my face, and I knew what was coming next was another low left-

I did my best to brace, but I’d taken too much damage, Juniper’s gloved fist smashing into my aching stomach, blowing past my broken defenses. Next was a right uppercut, and I tried to lurch forward and grab her in a clinch, far too slow, her black glove coming up under my chin, snapping my head back-

Next was going to be the overhand left knockout punch. There was no time to do anything but a quick prayer - Lord, please don’t let my head get punched square off my body before I can make it up to Juniper by kissing that divine butt - before her fist smashed into my face.

I truly don’t know how to describe this, but duct-taping a black boxing glove to the front of a bus and having it run into your face at 60 mph might come pretty close. Suffice to say I was laid out flat on my back, the overhead lights a blurry smear as I assessed the damage.

It was pretty bad. If I was gonna get up, it would only be after a long break, and clearly Juniper wasn’t fixing to give me that as I felt her gloves under my armpits, dragging me over to one of the corners.

“Oh, Nikki,” she sighed as we made the short trip, “that must’ve hurt. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.”
“I just need a little break,” I told her as we arrived at the ringpost.
“Sure, honey,” she gently laid the back of my head against the bottom turnbuckle. “Sure. You just take a little rest.”

She stepped in front of me, slowly turning around, her massive ass filling my entire vision as she backed up, bent over. I had time to savor the sight, taking a deep, happy breath, etching every detail into my mind before my vision was sealed into her sweaty asscrack.

She started twerking, shaking her hips back and forth, while also pressing back, the back of my head forced against the padded turnbuckle. I could only imagine how this looked, wishing we’d set some cameras up or something - me sitting, arms limp at my sides, beaten, my victorious girlfriend no doubt laughing and smiling as she smothered me out with her sweaty ass, hips and legs shaking as she smothered me out.

I made a half-hearted escape attempt, bracing my gloves against her butt and pushing, not surprised as she didn’t even slow down. I got my mouth open with some idea of rimming her, but I was too far down; her back door was more lined up with the bridge of my nose.

Juniper adjusted her angle a little. Any doubt as to what she wanted vanished as I felt her removing my gloves, the right, then the left. She directed me exactly, taking my right wrist in her own glove and placing my hand between her legs, flopping my other hand on my own crotch.

I wasn’t sure which one of us was having more fun as I slid my fingers into us both. I still had the under-glove hand wraps on, which actually helped a bit, keeping my digits stiff as I began pumping Juniper the way she liked, slow and deep. Now that she’d moved a little I could get at her back door, my tongue rimming her divine asshole, a lazy circle that became an eager in-and-out plunge. For me, I used just my middle finger to fuck myself, index finger and thumb rubbing my clit.

I kinda wanted to be upset with myself that I’d lost; I kinda wanted to feel bad I’d been womanhandled, beaten into submission, and was now willingly jilling off and rimming my dominant girlfriend. I kinda wanted to have some kinda fire burning inside me telling me to get up and keep going.

But I didn’t have that fire, and I didn’t feel bad, and I wasn’t upset - in fact I was loving this - loving the feel of Juniper’s body, her wet, hot pussy around my fingers, her perfect ass surrounding my face, my own fingers inside me, on my clit. When I imagined the scene now, it only egged me on more. I had to slow down my masturbation to avoid going off too soon, then slowed down on Junie, too, edging us both, unwilling to end the moment by having us climax.

Juniper wasn’t having it after a little bit: “Nikki, faster,” she panted loud enough that I heard her even with my head trapped between her cheeks. Only now did I try to take a little power back, refusing her command and going just as slow.

Nope - Juniper grabbed my wrist to keep my hand in place and started fucking herself on my fingers, thrusting her hips back and forth, her butt mashing against my mouth as her pussy fucked my fingers.

Fuck it - she was gonna cum in a second, so I went for it myself to make us match, curling my finger, going at my clit like it owed me money. We weren’t quite synched, but that was fine - Juniper’s climax rushing through her body was the little push over the top I needed to cum on my own hand, hollering a loud cry of joy right up her ass as we both finished.

Juniper collapsed forward, the overhead lights stabbing into my eyes before I lifted my arm, draping it over my eyes. I felt her crawling up my body, snuggling up with me, leaning in and kissing me.

“Howdy, babe,” I moaned. “That all right?”
“It was wonderful,” she sighed. “Oh - except I haven’t counted you out yet!”
“Babe,” I whined. “You gotta rub it in like that?”
“Yes,” I could hear the grin on her face. “Don’t move, honey.”

I did move just to get my own arm out of the way to see what she was doing. She started by getting up, going down to my feet, grabbing my ankles and yanking me out of the corner a little, just enough so that instead of laying against the turnbuckles and ropes, the back of my head was resting on the canvas.

But she didn’t count. Instead she came back over, jumping up onto the middle-top set of ropes, facing out of the ring, her shadow falling over my body. I found myself staring straight up at her crotch and ass, realization washing over me - she was gonna jump and land that badonker right on my face!

“That’s it, babe,” I croaked. “Kill me with that ass. Send me to heaven!”
“Nikki, you’re so dramatic,” Juniper giggled as she jumped off the ropes. Time slowed as she came down, coming to fill my entire vision like a descending moon, the impact of that ass on my face an extinction-level event that had all of my limbs flying up off the canvas at the impact.

The next thing I knew I was laying in bed upstairs, an ice pack over my face, Juniper sitting up next to me reading a comic. She’d literally knocked me out with her hyper badonker drop, and although my face didn’t feel great, her fussing over me for the rest of the weekend more than made up for it. Come to think of it, though, I don’t think she ever did count me out, at least going off her nervous recounting of her dragging me out of the ring, making sure I wasn’t injured, so I guess it’s fair to say the match could pick up at any time?...