Michelle and I have known each other for many years. We've fought each other, been enemies, sponsored other fighters, and even been friends. Right now, we are friends. Michelle is married to an older rich guy who spends more time away than he does with her. His money allows Michelle to enjoy her life and the freedom she has to live it as she chooses, makes up, in her mind, for her husband. She spends most days with her personal trainer Luis, or with her golf instructor Robbie, or with her Tennis instructor Beth. Not one to be shy, Michelle has taught each of them a thing or two in the bed room, where she is very experienced. Today's fight is going to be between Michelle and one of Luis' other female "students". Luis is a Latin American guy of about 45, who (according to Michelle) is hung like a horse, so I don't know if he "services" his other clients too or just trains them.
Her opponent today was named Jillian. She was about 15 years older than Michelle and also a new mother, as she had a 4 month old little boy. That's about all Michelle knew about her!
I arrived at Michelle's front door at just about 1:45, as I promised her I'd be there before Jillian and Luis arrived at 2. She greeted me at the door wearing a heavily starched white men's dress shirt, the tail of which just covered her ass, and I assumed was covering up her fight outfit. She took me down stairs and had me look over the setup of her ring to see if I thought anything else was needed. I told her it looked ready and asked if she was. She assured me that she was and that she was looking forward to getting it on with the little mother (as she called her). It sounded to me like Luis might have been talking up Jillian's abilities and I think Michelle wanted to prove to him and to Jillian that she was the head bitch. It should be a good fight! We agreed that when the door bell rang, I'd go up alone and answer it and bring them down stairs. Till then, we sat and waited in silence.
Just a minute after 2, the bell rang and I headed up the stairs. I opened the door to a short muscular man who I assumed was Luis, and a tall blonde woman behind him. "Hi, I'm Peggy, please come in."
"This way", the man said and pushed by me leading the blonde to the lower level of the house. Following her, I saw that she was wearing a white t-shirt and black gym shorts. Her blonde hair was free and that was about all I saw. As we got to the gym room, Luis called out "Michelle...where are you"
"Right here", she replied standing mid ring.
"This is Jill", he replied as the woman climbed into the ring. You could tell that both woman were sizing up their opponents as Jillian tried shaking hands with Michelle. Tried, because Michelle turned her back on the blonde and walked to a corner of the ring. "what kind of rules do you want?" Michelle said.
"No rules is fine with me", Jillian replied.
"Fine with me", and with that Jillian stepped out of the gym shorts, and pulled the t shirt over her head. She was wearing a black bra (which did seem to be struggling to contain her large jugs), and black boy short briefs. As Michelle unbuttoned the shirt, she was also wearing a black bra and a black thong. I moved to the side of the ring Michelle was at, while Luis moved to Jillian's corner.
This was the stat comparison that Michelle provided me:
MICHELLE JILLIAN
Height 5'6' Height 5' 7"
Weight 136 Pounds Weight 140 Pounds
Measurements 38-24-37 Measurements 36-23-34
Cup Size DD Cup Size D
Age 51 Years Age 36
After I wrote this story, I passed it on to Michelle, who added her comments between the [ ]. Her first one is below.
[Luis had accurately described her and I could see what he meant about her breasts. They were indeed milk jugs...lets see how they like what I'm planning for them!]
The two women started to walk around the ring, looking for an opening. I was interested in seeing which one would make the first move. Des[pite the fact that Jillian was 15 years younger than Michelle, I thought the two women looked to be pretty evenly matched. In weight and height they were very close to each other, but I knew that Michelle had years more experience and I was also waiting to see if Michelle was able to exploit Jillian's breast feeding and attack the new mother's tits. I didn't have to wait long because suddenly Michelle lashed out with her right foot, and slammed it low in Jillian's gut (well below her panty line) and I heard the air rush out of the younger fighter as she doubled over. Michelle waited little time grabbing two handfuls of the blonde's hair so she could hold her in position for some expertly delivered knees to her swollen tits. Michelle connected 2 or 3 times with each of them till she let go and threw Jillian to the ropes with her last knee! You could tell that Michelle had hurt Jillian the way the younger woman pretty much laid across the ropes, but as Michelle moved in, I also knew she wasn't done yet! [Yea...it had been fun so far, but I was far from done]
First thing Michelle did was grab two handfuls of Jillian's bra, and pulled the cups down exposing her tits. Then Michelle started a systematic slap attack on Jillian's boobs. As she escalated the force of her slaps, Jillian started to whimper. Then she converted the slaps to punches, Jillian cried out in pain. [Such easy targets, such immediate feedback, such a lot of fun when you're a bitch like me] After a few minutes of this torture, Jillian was just lying there and offered no resistance as Michelle grabbed her arm and thew her to the canvas. Quickly Michelle got behind the blonde pulled her upright by her hair, and wrapped her legs around her middle, effectively tapping her in a leg vise. [[No way our little mother was getting out of that! ] Then she reached around and grabbed the blonde's big boobs and started to pull them apart, digging her nails into Jillian's soft tit flesh. Jillian struggled, but there was nothing she could do to get Michelle off her, giving Michelle free reign on her bosom attack as she slammed Jillian's tits together. Jillian was crying out in pain, but Michelle was not ready to stop yet. [Everything I did to Jill's tits was so much fun that I knew I had to go one! ] Next she moved on to her large nipples, mangling them between her fingers, causing the blond to actually cry from the pain. Michelle continued torturing Jillian's nipples till milk started to flow from the still breast feeding new Mom! Jillian's tits were splotchy red from Michelle's attack, and now covered in milk. It now seemed like Michelle had had enough, as she released her leg vise, and let Jillian slump to the canvas. [To be honest, I never expected her nipples to start leaking milk, but was I have a bad time milking my opponent? Not in the least! I was getting incredible payback from everything I did to her. So far, this fight had turned out better than I could have expected!]
Michelle looked very pleased with herself as she got to her feet and strutted around the ring. "Come on Jillian. Are we done here already? I thought when Luis said you were a good fighter, I'd have to work a little harder than this." Then she walked in front of the younger woman, grabbed two handfuls of her blonde hair, and pulled her to her knees, I assume to continue working over Jillian's tits. [Exactly right] I say assume, because I Michelle never got that far because Jillian delivered a very forceful right uppercut directly between Michelle's legs. By the look on her face, and the way Michelle grabbed her crotch and dropped to her knees, I'm going to assume that Jillian had a direct hit on Michelle's pussy! A hard right punch to the side of Michelle's head dumped the older fighter to the canvas. [Ok, now lets talk. Have I used a crotch punch in a fight? Yes I have. Have I ever had it done to me? Yes, and it's no fun! Did I ever in a million years expect Jill to come back with that kind of a move? Absolutely not! Had I been a bit too cocky for my own good? You bet your ass I had. Frankly, I was stupid and that's why the fight turned quickly. I was so sure that she was finished, I never thought otherwise. I underestimated my opponent and it cost me dearly. Learn from this ladies......NEVER UNDERESTIMATE YOUR OPPONENT!!!]
Jillian slowly got to the ropes, and using them for support, pulled herself to her feet. She then carefully tucked her obviously painful boobs back into her bra, and leaned back on the ropes and took several deep breaths. As Michelle started to get to her knees, Jillian placed herself behind her, and in an incredibly quick grab, pulled Michelle's bra off her boobs and wrapped it around her neck. The blonde then proceeded to tighten it, effectively reducing Michelle's ability to breath. She kept Michelle in this position for 3 or 4 minutes, while she continued taking deep breaths. [To give credit where credit is due, she did an excellent job chocking me with my bra. She gave me enough air to stay in the game, but not enough so that I could get back my strength. She knew how to play her hand and did it very well...the bitch!] I'm sure that after the beating Michelle had dished to Jillian's tits, she was still hurting, but she seemed to be doing everything she could to get her head back into the fight. Finally, Jillian used the bra to throw Michelle to the mat, leaving the older fighter gasping for breath! Not done with her yet, Jillian twice stomped on Michelle left tit and then stomped on her stomach, and Michelle got herself into a fetal position. That's when Jillian turned up the flame! [When she stomped my tit, I thought I was going to go out of my mind!! It hurt like a son of a bitch!]
She grabbed Michelle by her feet with little resistance from the older fighter, pulled her onto her back, spread her legs, and stomped her pussy, which made Michelle cry out. Pleased with the results, Jillian did it again, and this time Michelle begged for her to stop. [This was incredibly painful. This bitch knew exactly what she was doing to inflict the most pain on me she could!] A big smile came on Jillian's face, and I knew Michelle was not out of the woods yet! She grabbed a limp Michelle by the hair and literally threw her into the turnbuckle. She carefully tucked Michelle's arms over the top rope, and started throwing punches into Michelle's naked tits. She didn't stop till they were red and sore looking. Then she grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back over the ropes, and buried a fist into Michelle's gut. It was low, and it was forceful, and it obviously had the desired effect because again Michelle cried out for mercy. One more to the same place for good effect had the older fighter practically out of it. Michelle was helpless to stop the younger blonde from grabbing her hair and flipping her to the center of the ring. [It was all about her at this point. She abused my tits in payback for what I'd done to hers...thankfully she couldn't; milk me. As if she hadn't;t done enough damage to my tits and pussy, that punch to the lower gut saw me seeing stars. Of course I cried out for mercy! The second one put me out of it]
Jillian grabbed Michelle's feet again, and I was afraid she was going after her cxnt again, but the blonde pulled Michelle onto her back, and plopped on her stomach. She trapped Michelle's arms under her legs, and than reached under her bra cups and whipped it over her head. "You wanted these so much early in the fight...lets see what you think now" and with that she lowered her sweaty, milk stained tits over Michelle's face. Our girl struggled, but she was spent and there was nothing she could do, and within a minute or two she stopped moving.
[I don't know if either of you two ladies have been in a fight where you were beaten as badly as I was by Jill in this meeting, but I was almost looking forward too the tit smother when I knew that was her plan. I was fucked 7 ways to Sunday, and the end was a merciful thing because had she continued, I might have been seriously hurt. Sweaty, milk covered tits were a blessing!]
Jillian got up, reached over and slapped Michelle in the face twice before her eyes came back in focus. "I think I won...what do you think Michelle?" I jumped in the ring and helped Michelle over to a turnbuckle where she rested against the ropes and tried to comport herself.
Luis started to get in the ring till Jillian said, "No Luis...don't get into the ring. In fact, go upstairs and wait for us". Surprisingly, Luis climbed down and headed upstairs without saying a word. I figured that Jillian must be a very good client, or had some other hold over the personal trainer. [There was a whole other dinamic going on between these two than I'd even imagined. I need to know more!]
Michelle was more in it now, and had the good graces to say, "Good fight Jillian. I didn't expect what you brought. I was wrong for underestimating you."
To which Jillian replied, "Not the first time that's happened, but thanks. Oh, and call me Jill" The start of a friendship? [Who knows Peg...but trust me, we will fight again!]
Then Michelle surprised me by saying, "Peg, why don't you go upstairs too and make sure Luis isn't casing the silver service. Jill and I will be fine. We'll see you in a bit."
After asking if she was sure, I too went upstairs. I don't know what happened downstairs, but I can tell you what did upstairs while we were waiting for the ladies.
[Before we hear about what was happening upstairs, let me tell you what we were doing downstairs. I showed Jill the gym's shower, and she spotted the "toys" and wondered if I used them for what she imagined I did. I said I did, and she said that since she'd cleary won the fight, it was only right that I serviced her. In the end, we both had a good time, and after the beating she'd given my pussy, she was incredibly gentle. A fun time was had by all!!]
Both Luis and I were in the kitchen. I was leaning against the counter, drinking a bottle of water I'd snagged from the frig, Luis was sitting at the kitchen island. After a few minutes, I realized that he was staring at me. "Can I help you?" I asked.
Very mater of factly, in his Columbian accent he replied, "I'm just trying to figure out how big your tits are"
"Excuse me?
"
"It's just that Michelle said you might be interested in a fight with one of my other clients, and I'm just trying to figure out how you'd stack up"
"37D", I replied.
"Saggy or firm?"
"What???"
"Your tits...saggy or firm"
"Okay you pervert. Some of your clients may fall for that sexy accent, or your dark eyes, but I am not a client and will never be, so why don't you just shut the fuck up"
With that, we were both silent for 3 or 4 minutes. Frankly I was seething and quiet wasn't helping!
"It's just that some of them like to fight topless, and I just wanted to make sure that since you're a bit older than my usual client, you wouldn't get embarrassed."
I don't know what the hell possessed me, but something about his attitude was a challenge and having seen one of his clients just mop the floor with Michelle (sorry Michelle), I wanted to shut him up once and for all. Oh, and the a "bit older crack" didn't sit well with me, I whipped up my pink V neck T shirt, and pulled my bra off my boobs, stood there and said, "Happy??"
"Can I touch them?"
Putting my bra and shirt back in place, Id had all I could take of his bull shit! "I'm waiting in the living room and I swear to all that's holly, if you come into that room, I will kick you so hard in the balls that you'll become a soprano for life!" and with that I marched into the living room, sat on the couch and seethed!
[Yea, Luis "bedside maner" leaves a bit to be desired Peg, but he's an excellent personal trainer. He also has a cock that should be in porn movies. Long, thick, ready when you are, and feels so good in either my mouth or my pussy! Yes, at a minimum of once a week, we have a go at it after our sessions. He's also an excellent wrestler and has taught me many things. The only time I ever beat him was when we wrestled naked, and I went after his cock and won the match because I was jacking him off, and he offered no resistance]
About 5 minutes later, Jill came up from the lower level. Her hair was wet and I assumed she'd showered after the fight. She was still wearing the t-shirt and gym shorts she'd arrived in. She was very friendly now, and said, "It was good to meet you Peggy. Liz tells me that you're quite the boxer. Perhaps you'd be interested in going a few rounds with me one of these days?" [Post fight, Jill was very interested in what your story was. I gave her a brief history of how we met many years ago, and what our history has been. I think she's looking for opponents who will challenge her, but after today's fight, I assume she'll wait till she's done breast feeding before she tries boxing!]
I was in shock, but replied, "sounds like a plan Jill. Good to meet you too."
"Come on Luis, we're leaving", she shouted, and he came out of the kitchen with his tail between his legs [or was that his cock?] and they left the house. [As I said before, I need to find out what's with this relationship the two of them have. She is obviously calling the shots...wonder why?] Just then Michelle came upstairs dressed in a big fluffy robe.
"How are you feeling"
"I've been better. I'm sorry but I really fucked up that fight. I was too cocky and overconfident and I didn't capitalize on the advantage I possessed. I should have dished her an even more substantial bosom beating and not given her a window to come back at me. I'll be smarter next time"
