So here we go with the third part of this story. The first two parts are in the mixed section.
The next two weeks my wife recovered quite well and even started some light training. One of the benefits of recording her fights for the customers were, that we also could watch it as often as we wanted. And that’s what we did.
Originally planned to survive the Pandemic financially, it turned out, that her fighting activities had another benefit as well: We fucked like rabbits again. It turned us on so much that we often watched the replays and talked about upcoming tactics.
I sparred with my wife a bit and she got her punching skills back, and I was also allowed to box back properly. I often did this with a hard-on, and after our training we had another round of steamy sex.
But also after the last fight I noticed her tits had taken further damage. The hard boxing and punching had caused internal trauma, which led to big bruises and the fold in one of her tits had increased. We went for the doctors and she was checked, but it was confirmed that the damage was only cosmetic.
She had another two beat-downs for horny men, who stayed completely passive. That got us at least a minimum income.
But we were nervously waiting for her next fight. She would face the super busty Clara, the wife of a guy named Marcus. It was part of the game that we exchanged mails every day where Clara and he fantasized about the upcoming fight. We agreed upon the rules, and one special guideline was, that only he would be allowed to decide if his wife had enough or not.
The day of the fight arrived and we both had breakfast, when suddenly our daughter arrived. She was back from boarding school, as it had been closed due to Corona infections.
Her yaw dropped as she both found us at the breakfast table topless.
“Ahem, mom? Dad? What the fuck?” She must have recognized Susanne`s bruised boobs straight away and it was too late for her to hide them.
“Erica, love, why are you….?”
“Here to catch you have breakfast naked? And what about your boobs? They look like you had an accident!”
I took the word and explained to her that we had an accident with a rental car, and the airbag hit mom’s boobs quite heavy. I don`t know if this was a good lie, but for the moment it worked.
Erica was pretty much like her mom. My 19 year old blonde daughter was a bombshell, and she knew it. She had the breast size close to Susi`s and was a real brat working for Hooters early in her life and having uncounted boyfriends over the years.
But she smirked and disappeared in her room. We had to get rid of her. The customers would arrive this evening! Damn!
We put on some clothes and made a plan, to give her something so she would fall asleep until the next morning, but our plans were destroyed by her when we sat together in the garden of our house this afternoon and she joined with her smartphone.
“Can you please explain this? I did not know my parents are weirdos!” She had taken some photos of the ring in the basement and made screenshots of our email traffic with the customers.
There was no chance to hide anything right now. The bomb had dropped.
So we told her the whole story, totally embarrassed. We even blushed and felt like being caught. But all she said after listening to the whole story was: “Kewl!”
She just wore a very tiny set of Daisy Dukes and a crop top, which was not able to hide her tits completely. She had no bra underneath and when we told the story I noticed that her nipples got huge, tenting the fabric.
“Can I watch from the control room when the fight takes place? Pleeeaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssseeeee!”
Was she serious? I mean we had always been an open minded family and I was pretty sure she was no saint, but it felt weird to have the own daughter somehow join the activities.
But to my astonishment my wife already agreed without asking me.
The doorbell sounded 8 p.m. sharp. Of course it was Marcus and Clara and when I saw her huge mountains of tit meat tenting a skimpy top, I must have looked like a total fool. I am pretty sure I was ogling at those tits for quite some moments and started drooling, until Clara stepped in and made sure to brush my arm and chest with her boobs.
I stammered something to welcome them, guided them into the basement and where they could change. When I entered the control room, to make sure all cameras were working properly, I was alone. My wife and daughter were not here yet and I wondered why.
So it was Marcus and his wife first who entered the fighting area. Clara was wearing a white gown, covering her super curvy frame. Those J-Cup tits tented the fabric, when suddenly Susi and Erica entered. Unlike in the fights before, my wife was also wearing a gown. Accompanied by my daughter.
Damn! Why was she at ring side? Clad only in her super tight Daisy Dukes and a triangle Bikini Top that was two sizes too small, she was the corner-man for my wife.
Her huge soft G-Cups were covered by blue veins that were clearly visible under the spot lights. I could see that Marcus pants were bulging massively, also because when my wife dropped her gown, her huge saggy naturals were visible, framed by a leather bust harness. The strings left her udders completely free and she also had a matching open crotched thong. Her pubic hair and labia were sticking through the opening.
I was hard within seconds. And it didn`t get any better when Clara dropped her clothes. Her firmer and bigger tits were the prettiest pair I had even seen. She had a pretty average face and my wife and daughter were far more beautiful, but besides that her already huge tits they were dwarfed by the other women. I had no clue about her fighting skills and nothing was agreed in advance, so this would be the first real competitive fight for my wife.
A light sheen of oil covered those mountains of tit meat that glistened seductively. She was completely naked. Clara looked strong, but was about the same size and weight of my wife. Each knock down would result in a short break, but at the end Marcus and I would decide upon the fact if one of the women had enough or not.
The women put on their gloves and as the bell sounded, they charged at each other.
My daughter was leaning on the ropes of the makeshift ring, biting her lip from pure excitement. She yelled for her mom to “pummel those mountains to pulp”, and I nearly came from that comment. She seemed to spice things up. Her big white tits were bulging against the rope as she followed the first attempts to land solid punches.
Clara seemed to have a little experience, since her guard was good. It was high to protect her face, so my wife could land quite some punches in her belly. Unfortunately she received at least the same amount. Her belly was bigger and softer than Clara`s, but none of the fighters made any sounds or groans yet.
But that changed after a minute. The air rushed suddenly from Susi`s lungs as Clara hat hit home with a massive right into her solar plexus, followed by a stinging uppercut into her fat right tit.
She stumbled, eating more shots to her face. Clara got in control, encouraged by her husband who yelled at her to send my wife down. She tried, jabbing her face, but Susanne dodged, twisted her body and send a wicked liver shot that stopped her opponents offensive approach.
Clara was frozen and in pure anguish, as a series of three massive blows slammed into the bottom sides of her tits so hard, that she dropped to the concrete floor.
My wife shook her hands and biceps moaning: “Damn those knockers are firm and heavy!” She waited in her corner with her daughter massaging her shoulders and arms, while Marcus nursed his wife. She took one or two minutes to recover from the nasty blows. But of course he sent her back into the action.
My wife`s tits were so perfectly framed by that sexy harness, that they made a perfect target. Clara, once back in action, focused on them and took my wife`s areola and nipple as her prime target. Susi grunted with each impact, and it seemed she preferred the tit pounding instead of belly punching.
The leather smacked into the sweaty skin, deforming her soft but heavy tits, driving her back through the ring. But she got uncareful, after beating the shit out of Susi`s tits with a dozen straights, her head snapped suddenly back. A massive uppercut to her chin rattled her teeth, and my daughter yelled at her mom to push. Susi winced from the pain in her tits, but brought some crisp jabs into her opponent`s nose, starting a bleed.
Clara raised her guard and my wife took the chance to bring a well-aimed low blow home.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Clara bent forward, cradling her crotch area, when my wife connected with a hardcore knee kick into her right dangling tit that crushed the firm heavy meat ball against her ribs. The force of the blow, accompanied by a loud SMACK, straightened her again.
Marcus yelled at my wife that kicking was unfair and not agreed, but she simply shrugged her shoulders, connecting with a haymaker to Clara`s face that nearly floored her, but drove her back into the corner where my daughter was waiting.
Clara shook her head frantically as she noticed, my daughter was getting hold of her biceps and fixed her. “Wreck those tits mom!”
My wife took aim, sending massive uppercuts, alternating between left and right breast. Her gloves hit the tender bottoms of those J-Cup wonders, lifted them and let them bounce back into shape. I had never seen natural tits that beautiful and firm.
SMATTTTT…..SMATTTTTT…….SMATTTTTTT…..SMATTTTTT….
Clara grunted with the impacts and Marcus had pulled out his cock now and jerked off. He did not complain about the double teaming at all. It seems he enjoyed the bombs exploding in her huge bust!
WHAM WHAM WHAM! My wife was all sweaty from working those globes over, causing screams from her opponent. The tit meat was compressed and ripped upwards with cruel uppercuts and haymakers, causing me to cum hard for the first time. Susi really worked her over for nearly full two minutes, before Erica let her arms go and Clara dropped to her knees, cradling her rapidly reddening and bruising tits.
My wife was bathed in sweat and as Clara slowly got back to her feet and joined her husband in the corner, his cum splashed against her bush and thighs. What a welcome present!
She was badly winded and he checked out the bleeding nose, but it had stopped anyway. MY wife was exhausted from pummeling her opponent and her arms felt heavy. Clara was a tough bitch, and I wasn`t sure if Susi could break her.
Clara raised her glove and pointed at my daughter: “You blonde little slut! Hold me one more time and….”
Erica did not wait long, slid through the ropes and faced Clara directly: Tit to tit!
She removed her bikini top and let those 36G Cups free, mashing into Clara far bigger udders.
Clara chuckled: “I am so impressed!” My daughter’s breast folded around the firmer J-Cup and what was planned as a show of forces, totally failed. Clara took a step back and hit Erica`s right tit with a devastating haymakers. The soft big tit slammed into its twin and the weight tore at the base of her breast like nothing Erica had experienced before. She howled in pain! Having no experience at all, not even getting her boob boxed once in her life, she stumbled backwards.
Susi got in between and jabbed at Clara`s face. “Get away from my daughter!”
But Clara dodged and pounded my wife`s big belly hard, causing her to fold over. She put her head into headlock, and started kicking upwards. Her big G-Cup hanger folded around the thigh and knee of Clara, driven into the chest wall over and over again.
What had started as a boxing match, had turned into a personal war. My Susi was at the receiving end and my erection never got limp after my cumshot. I was so turned on I simply continued wanking.
Erica had not retreated and interfered after ten unanswered blows to Susi`s hangers, tried to grab Clara`s hair to pull her off. But all she earned was a elbow into her ribs. She winced and was helpless as Clara pushed her into the corner. Marcus was waiting for her, taking her into a choke hold. His arm folded around her throat, head bending back and facing the ceiling.
Clara now took her sexy young body as her next aim.
SMATTTT… SMATTTT… SMATTTT… SMATTTT… SMATTTT…
Interfere? Why the hell should I interfere? I knew it was wrong but I enjoyed the sight of my daughter’s body being taken apart by numerous shot to her tits and belly.
Her veiny meatballs took the beating, being sent all across her chest.
AAHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! At least her face was untouched.
My wife, back to her feet now after a short recovery, was ready to pound her opponent’s kidneys from behind. But Clara got the warning from her husband, turned just in time and delivered a massive knee shot into Susi`s exposed pussy.
The open crotch thong did nothing to protect her as the hard knee shot into her push and labia, destroying everything in between.
Susi did not go down, simply held onto Clara`s shoulder to keep standing.
A standing massacre started were Clara took her thick belly apart, followed by a brutal pounding of her tits. Susi groaned but took it like a real fighter. It was almost intimate as her head was leaning on Clara`s shoulder while her midsection and tits were being pounded silly.
After what felt like ages, her sweaty nude body slid slowly down Clara`s front, until she was on her knees and her head was resting between her tits.
Normally a downed fighter should receive a short break, where the husbands decide if they want to go on or not, but Clara ignored this. While her husband go my daughter in a firm choke around her throat, while his free hand fondled her left tit, Clara made use of her jugs as wicked punching bags.
I estimated them to be nearly 5 kilo each, and the impact of her left tit into the left side of my wife`s face was devastating. SMACK! However she managed to stay upright, it was not a good idea.
SMACK!!!!! Clara`s other tit impacted on her cheek and ear! Susi groaned but was held in place. Two more bombs connected, Clara using her udders as spare gloves.
Susi`s mind was foggy as she was guided into a corner. Clara put her arms over the top rope, and her daughter and I were witnesses of her destruction.
Clara slammed a long series of devastating breast blows into the sides of her head, with the result of knocking her silly. I was too fascinated to stop this, my cock was twitching and also my daughter stood in awe as my wife, after ten blows and her head being pounded from left to right and back, collapsed.
“Holy fuck!” This was the first time ever I left the control room to check if she was alright.
My pants were still down and my cock covered in cum. But I didn`t care at all. My daughter and I were able to check her out, and put her back on the stool in her corner.
The result of being hit by such a huge breast full force, was the same as if to take ten unanswered haymakers. Susi did barely react, the tension in her body gone, her eyes glassy. Even after one minute and some water, the result was pretty much the same.
“If she can`t continue, I will fight instead.”
I shook my head, not wanting my little daughter also to be defeated and humiliated like her mom.
Clara was smirking, lifting her tits at her husband to receive another load of jizz. Those monsters really had wrecked my wife.
Marcus came over and asked if my daughter would put some gloves on if he threw in another 500$.
Before I could react, Erica agreed on her own…..
