By the time I graduated college, I was very insecure about my body. Heather had ridden me so hard that fateful day in the hotel that I was never the same again. I was under-confident and had a huge inferiority complex (mostly due to the whole ass fight affair), and it reflected as I went from an outgoing person with lots of friends to a timid and soft spoken one with only a small circle of friends. I did have a great job though and it paid really well, so life was comfortable. Four years after the fateful college night, I had taken up kickboxing as a stress reliever (my job was definitely good but very stressful as well) and in the two years that followed, I had become quite good at it.
I’d joined the gym based on a friend’s recommendation. The owner, Martha, who was also the main coach there, was a relative of my friend’s. She had made me from a zero into a hero. I had gotten so good too, that she asked me to gauge the strength of students who transferred into the gym from another one, so she could form a training plan for them. I was basically the assistant coach though it was never made official.
It was on one such occasion that she told me that the new join I was about to test had a feisty reputation, that she had once made a girl shit herself from the pain she delivered in the ring. Still she was confident that I was above her level and would be able to handle it. I didn’t think much of it and went to put on my sports bra and gloves. When I got out, I saw the girl had arrived and was in the ring already. She was a blonde and from behind she looked to be very well endowed. I climbed into the ring myself and said hey. The moment she turned around, a chill went up my spine and my blood froze up. It was the same hot bitch who had cuckolded me and fucked the shit out of me. She had an expression of extreme surprise mixed with a her signature haughty smile. Martha asked, upon seeing our reactions, if we knew each other. Before I could respond, Heather replied, “We used to fuck. Or rather I used to fuck *her*. Right kitty?” I was speechless at her insolence. I was about to defend myself when Martha said it would probably be a good idea for me to not test her. I agreed and stepped off the ring, as I saw Heather’s entitled face, blowing a kiss at me.
After that whole ordeal, I found out that the girl who had tested Heather, and was on my level more or less, had gotten a thorough ass kicking. I felt the same intimidation as I did back then. Her superior pussy was always enough to rock me to my core back then and now I was afraid if I went up against her, she’d humiliate me again. At the same time, I thought that this could be payback. Even if Heather was on my level, I was nothing to scoff at either. I had matured well over the years and though I didn’t know Heather’s strength, I had grown confident in my own, because of kickboxing. So, when I received a text from Heather to meet her in the gym at 3 a.m. , I agreed, and made arrangements so that we could have it all to ourselves. I put on my black sports attire and got to the opening, where I found Heather waiting. She motioned towards the door and I obliged and we let ourselves in.
We turned on the lights and got into the ring. I stared at her as she stared back at me. She was also wearing black attire, albeit with tighter shorts. It was the same as six years ago, the two of us alone, looking at each other, like we were looking into a mirror. Soon she walked closer, in a really alluring manner (my feelings for this girl were really messed up), and placed her tits against mine, making my nipples harder than they had ever been in the last six years. I moaned as I felt her boobs press against mine and closed my eyes. Out of nowhere, she landed a left jab right on my jaw. I faltered backwards and opened my eyes, only to be greeted by an evil smile. I decided this was no time to be seduced, it was time to pay this bitch back tenfold, by beating her in the match and then fucking her silly.
She advanced towards me now and right kicked me, which I blocked, only for her to immediately go for my jaw again with her left fist. I ducked and landed a blow on her abs in response, making her stumble a little. “Seems like you’re stronger than before kitty, which is gonna make watching you squirm under me helplessly even more gratifying.” she said, causing me to flashback to day she won James from me forever, and giving her the perfect opportunity to land a kick to my side. I snapped out of it and we charged at each other, ending up in a grapple lock, punching each other’s backs, when suddenly I felt her other hand go under my shorts, grabbing my bare ass, making me stop punching her and moan, giving her the perfect opportunity to strike me harder while squeezing my ass like an lemon. I pushed her away and she sneered at me, making me angry. I charged at her and punched her in the gut, making her bend over, and kicked her right in the jaw, giving her pretty face a good bruising. She was now mad too and not playing around, as she struck back and punched me in the chest and started raining down a flurry of punches on me, allowing me to do nothing but block. She had me on the ropes when I pushed her away with a kick to the temple and we came charging at each other again with a right hook. The woman whose punch landed most effectively, would win the fight and humiliate the loser.
Both our punches landed, mine missing her nose by a few millimetres, while hers landed right on my nose, breaking it like a twig and making me scream out loud, only for her to punch my face again. I fell down on the mat. I tried to get up but Heather was on my back already and had me in a Boston Crab. I felt my muscles crying for help as I screamed due to the immense pain, while feeling her muscular ass crush mine and bruise it as she cackled while hearing me trying not to moan due to the contact between our asses. I screamed and finally tapped out as I could take no more, but instead of letting me go, she went even harder, almost breaking my hips. I tapped repeatedly and yelled a lot when she finally let go. With me immobilised, she took her shorts and bra off and ripped off mine as well. She then turned me around so my back was against the floor and opened up my pussy wide and placed her hips on mine and began tribbing me in missionary. We made out as she did so, and she pressed my boobs against hers. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” I said as she increased her thrusts and I came directly into her cunt. Even after I orgasmed, she kept going, fucking the living daylights out of me. “Call me mommy bitch or I’ll keep going.” she demanded. Unable to endure the assault even a minute longer, I yelled out, “Stop mommy!!” As she finally relented, ending my torment.
She then turned me around again, grabbed my ponytail and started tribbing me from behind. I orgasmed not even two minutes after I felt her pussy heat. She kept going till I came twice more and begged her to stop. Right as I thought she was finally done, she started fingering me from behind. Starting to recover now, I faked an orgasm and fell down. Soon she picked me up to my feet and put me against the ropes and was about to land the finishing blow, when I stopped my act and clocked her hard, breaking her nose too. She fell down and was struggling when I had an idea. I grabbed her head and sat down on it, forcing my vagina on her. She licked it like the whore she was too, almost like it was second nature to her. As I was about to come, she loosened up a little and bit my ass. I yelled and got away from her, but as soon as she got on her feet I hugged her, trying to stop her from moving. Soon she hugged me hard too and our boobs clashed and we both looked at each other and realised it wasn’t an angry contest to win some guy anymore, we just wanted to fuck each other senseless. She looked at me with an expression of surprise and I returned the look as we both felt ourselves genuinely growing hotter for each other. We started scissoring and I felt her pussy grow hot against mine. We were mostly just grunting with closed eyes at that point until we both looked at each other’s blue orbs deeply and we came hard without breaking eye contact.
I was sure a blow was headed my way next but to my utter surprise, Heather kissed me. Not forcefully, not provocatively, just a simple lip touch. She looked down at my hand and took my hand upto her face and put my middle finger in her mouth, looking super vulnerable. My body just knew what to do next as I pulled her into the most passionate kiss of my life.
Soon we were making out like possessed girls and fell on the mat with me on top as I slowly grinded my pussy on her thigh and she did the same. We both felt each other’s wetness and each other’s vulnerability for the first time. Even so Heather still wanted to be on top and she flipped us over and we wrestled for the top spot until we landed on our sides. “Alright then, first to come has to be the sub forever.” I smiled and nodded and we started fingering each other. She had certainly taught me a lot about pleasing a girl using fingers and I used her own techniques on her and we were both moaning in no time. We started hugging and wrapping each other in our legs as we both got closer.
Suddenly, I felt her thumb go up my ass as she smiled at me and kissed me hard. In no time, I stopped fingering her and she had me all fours kissed my asshole as she fingered my pussy from behind and grabbed my hair. She spanked me and bit my sensitive ears, making my toes curl as I got closer to orgasm. She grabbed my chin from behind kissed my neck and cheeks. “This next one may be a bit too strong…” she said as she stuffed her sweaty panties in my mouth and slowly slid under me with a strapon attached to her pelvis. She slid it into me gently and grabbed both my arms as she slid in and out, making me jump up and down. She smiled as I closed my eyes and moaned hard into the panties as I squirted all over her. She removed the panties and kissed me thoroughly and bit my lower lip and stretched it, as I finally accepted her as the girl whose ass I’d always be under.
She took me to the corner of the ring and sat me in her lap as she fondled every part of me, while her strap was still in me, keeping us as connected as two women could be, as I passed out in her arms, moaning her name.
When I woke up, she was gone and the gym was about to open. I quickly grabbed my clothes and called her up to meet her. I felt something yesterday and I wanted to know if she felt it too. We met in a Starbucks and I asked her if she felt something real yesterday too and why’d she leave. “I want a woman who can dominate me and sit on my face. You’re too weak to manhandle me, so I’m sorry kitty, but it’s not meant to be. But do call me anytime you wanna get wrecked.” She said as she licked her straw suggestively. “Then I’ll defeat you and make you beg for it. Meet me at ____ hotel at 7, I’ll book us a room. Let’s end this once and for all.” I said as I felt her up from under the table and walked away, making sure my ass bounced as I walked. Tonight would decide what the weird relationship between us was once and for all.
Part 8 – Conclusion (Soon)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11xcoqm/ff_part_7_i_encountered_my_ex_bfs_ex_in_a_boxing
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