Kristen's tryout
By Steely Dan, steelydan1923@yahoo.com
Kristen visits the Big Breasted Boxers Club and finds herself right at home.

When Kristen walked out of the locker room of the BBB Club (the Big Breasted Boxers Club), she knew 
she'd found what she was looking for. 
Everywhere she looked there were gorgeous women, all of them sporting the kind of huge racks that 
made men go weak in the knees when they passed them in the streets. But those stunning orbs masked 
the fact that the women were also very fit ' some of them more muscular than others, but all sported 
bodies that were taut and toned. It was obvious they were proud of their statuesque carriages, since 
most were in various stages of undress. 
That would have been unusual enough in any gym, but this one wasn't one of those gyms where women 
went to do aerobics and pilates. This was a fighting gym ' there were heavy bags and speed bags along 
the walls, floor-length mirrors that had several women shadow-boxing in front and two different rings, 
both regulation and well-used. 
Kristen could tell instantly that one was the "feature" ring, one used for the gym's most important 
bouts. It had full lights above, the ropes looked velvet-lined and there were small sets of bleachers on 
two sides for people to watch the action. This is the ring I want to climb in, Kristen thought, knowing 
that meant she'd have to become one of the club's best boxers to reach that ring, and right now she was 
still watching the gym occupants with some measure of awe. 
She saw many of the women expertly working the bags, and in the feature ring she saw two impressive-
looking women apparently about to begin some sparring. One was a redhead with bright red gloves, 
some tight white workout pants, an impressive physique and some major boobs that bounced free as 
she walked to mid-ring to meet her opponent. That opponent was blond, not as tall as the redhead but 
even more muscular, with darker gloves and wearing black athletic pants. Her big breasts also bounced 
as she walked out to meet, and Kristen watched them touch gloves and quickly back off as a timer 
sounded a shrill "DING, DING."  
For a few seconds, Kristen stood there mesmerized at the scene. Oh, she knew what she was getting 
into ' in the dressing room she'd shed all her clothes, and was wearing only her favorite black gloves 
and black boots. She'd thrown a short terry-cloth robe over herself, just to make sure and knowing it 
could come off easily. The robe was so short it barely covered her ass, and she had the belt tied off high 
on her waist and the top pulled open to show copious amounts of cleavage, the belt making sure to 
accentuate what was obviously the gym's most important attribute for membership.  
Her body tingled in anticipation of watching the two athletic women getting set to do battle. But instead 
of Kristen watching her first BBB Club action, she was whisked away by another club member, this one 
also a strong-looking blond who was wearing a loud and over-the-top red, white and blue outfit. She had 
to be headed for a bout, Kristen thought, but right now she was leading her over to the second ring. 
Kristen soon found out this was the gym's American champion, Tracy, and realized that there were 
apparently fighters in the gym from many different ethnic backgrounds and places. But all had two 
things in common, from what Kristen could see ' huge tits and strong boxing skills. 
In order to secure membership in the club, Kristen thought she might have to go through a workout, 
punch the bags, and basically show the gym members that she could handle herself in the ring. But 
instead of stopping at any of the workout and practice apparatus, she found herself at the apron of the 
second ring and Tracy standing in front of her, so close that their boobs were brushing against each 
other. And Kristen thought that, for a second, she caught a low moan coming from the big blond as their 
tits ' and rock-hard nipples ' pressed together. 
Tracy quickly reached up with both of her gloves and began rubbing the underside of Kristen's tits 
through the soft terry-cloth, moving the thumbs up to rub rapidly across the nipples that were sticking 
out like wine corks. "You obviously fit one of our criteria," Tracy said breathlessly while licking her lips as 
she spoke, "but we'll see how you handle the other one." 
As she spoke, Tracy pointed into the ring, and for the first time Kristen noticed there was already a 
woman in there, leaning back against one corner pad and watching the two of them outside the ring. It 
didn't take Kristen long to figure out that THIS was her tryout ' they were already going to put her in 
the ring and see what she could do. And she could feel a lot of eyes in the gym pointed at the secondary 
ring and checking out the "fresh meat." 
But that's exactly what Kristen wanted. She wanted badly to get in the ring with some of these big-titted 
bitches ' the thought of doing that started getting her loins wet with her own juices. 
She was so excited to be here, to be climbing into the ring, that she barely noticed the other boxer 
already inside the ropes. In fact, Kristen was too busy climbing inside the ropes herself, and carrying out 
part of her plan to make sure she attracted attention. She deftly pulled the belt of her robe from its knot 
and let the robe slip off her shoulders, and was standing fully naked in the ring except for her black 
gloves and boots. The oil that she'd applied so heavily on her entire body in the dressing room made her 
shine under the lights ' another step toward assuring that she stood out even in this elite membership. 
Her nude and buff body on display to the BBB Club membership drew an audible murmur ' and at least 
a couple of moans ' from the women who were watching. And to add to the aura she already had in the 
ring, Kristen started rubbing her tits with her black leather gloves, causing her own body to shudder as 
the murmur grew louder. 
It was only then that Kristen started taking notice of the other boxer in the ring, and realized that it was 
indeed an impressive sight in the other corner. Her assumed opponent was also blond, with a pair of 
well-worn red leather gloves and a confident expression on her face. The red bikini she wore showed off 
her strong and voluptuous body, and she fit right in with the club's honor roll ' her breasts strained 
mightily at the fabric of her bikini, the spaghetti straps on both sides appearing in danger of snapping 
under their weight at any minute. 
Kristen started to walk to mid-ring and saw her foe making the same march. She expected some kind of 
pleasantries, or at least an exchange of words, but instead she was met with a steely glance as her foe 
stepped so close Kristen could feel her breath. Her opponent was a good three inches taller than Kristen, 
but if this had been an "official" bout they would probably have been in the same weight class ' Kristen 
had her in the breast department. 
As the two stood face to face, their noses only inches apart, neither mouth spoke. They let their bodies 
do the talking as their breasts mashed against each other. With Kristen being shorter, hers settled in 
nicely just under her opponent's, and Kristen felt her foe begin to sway slightly back and forth. Kristen 
had oiled herself liberally in the dressing room and she could easily tell her opponent had done the 
same, and the sensation of feeling her foe's oiled breasts rubbing across the tops of her own almost 
made Kristen go weak in the knees. 
She resisted the urge to tilt her head down and grab a mouthful or a lick on those nice tits ' after all, it 
was time to fight, and that suited Kristen fine. She could feel the growing intensity in her gut and the 
warmth growing down below, something that always happened to her whenever she got in the ring. 
And today, with the surroundings and a growing crowd of buff, big-boobed women starting to come 
nearer to the ring, she couldn't restrain her excitement and felt her body release in an orgasm that 
made her shudder all over. Her opponent felt her excitement and backed up a step, a wicked smile on 
her face. "Already cumming, huh?," she said, the first words she'd uttered. "Well, get ready for a lot 
more of that." 
Kristen didn't have time to enjoy the sensation as she backed up, though, as the 10-second timer 
suddenly sounded, and Kristen saw her opponent back near her corner, pounding her red gloves 
together in anticipation of the bell. It was all that Kristen could do to compose herself and steel herself 
just before the "DING, DING" sounded from the timer. 
And just as abruptly as the bell rang, Kristen's composure was tested again, as her opponent (Andi, as 
she would find out later) suddenly flexed her arms in an impressive double-bicep display. Quickly she 
pushed her arms back and thrust out her chest, and the front snap that was holding her red bikini top 
together popped loose, flying back where Andi could easily lose the top with one shake of her arms. 
Kristen watched this wide-eyed ' and kept watching as Andi did the same thing with her hips, thrusting 
them forward and spreading her legs at the same time. Once again, the snaps on her bikini bottom 
popped open, and as it slipped down her legs it took Andi only one step forward to leave her only 
remaining piece of clothing behind. 
Many of the other gym women, who had started walking toward the ring earlier, shouted their approval. 
Losing the bikini in this manner was apparently something that Andi had done several times before, and 
in a fleeting second Kristen figured out this was part of the newcomer's test ' to see how she handled a 
strong, attractive and suddenly naked opponent in the ring. 
Andi stepped forward, now wearing only her red gloves and boots, and began motioning for Kristen to 
join her at mid-ring ' waving her in with one glove. But before Kristen responded, she noticed the 
building group around their ring ' and noticed many began shedding what little workout clothing they 
were wearing. Their full and voluptuous selves were on display, some of them resting their big 
mammaries on the ring apron, and many were beginning to caress their breasts with their hands, wraps 
or gloves depending on what they were wearing at the time. 
It was a lot for Kristen to soak in, seeing all those boobs around the ring, but she was snapped back into 
reality by a shout from mid-ring. "Hey, new cunt ' you going to come out here and fight, or do I have to 
come and get you?," Andi yelled, and by instinct Kristen took a couple of steps toward the middle of the 
ring. She quickly composed herself and put her guard up, carrying her gloves high with her arms 
protecting her big breasts ' and she could feel her nipples as hard as nails and poking into her own arms 
as she stepped forward. 
"That's better," Andi said. "Now, are you ready for a boxing lesson? I've had a lot of girls come in here 
with big boobs and gloves, that left hurt and crying and never came back. Are you going to be the next 
one of those ' well, are you, CUNT?" 
Kristen was already so turned on by her surroundings that pussy juice was running down between her 
thighs, but Andi's taunts also got her competitive juices flowing. "Bring it on, you big bitch," she yelled as 
she quickly popped out a couple of hard left jabs. She had to raise the level of her jabs with Andi being 
taller, but she'd boxed with taller fighters before and knew how to jab upwards to the face and follow 
with a right to the jaw. She figured she'd pop her opponent a few times to the head ' in her other fights, 
that normally led to a lot of openings to the chest when her opponents tried to cover their head, and 
that's where Kristen would do the most damage and have the most fun. 
But as she followed with that right, Andi expertly parried it away with her left glove and instantly sunk a 
hard and heavy right of her own below Kristen's rib cage. The force of the blow bounced her breasts and 
forced an "UNHHHHHH" to escape from her mouth along with most of her wind. 
Kristen had been hit hard before, but not too many times with the force that Andi put behind that body 
blow, and she quickly backed up in a half-crouch against the ropes. She expected her opponent to follow 
her there to take advantage, but Andi stayed at mid-ring, guard up and an evil smile on her face. 
"Come on, cunt," she yelled. "These people want to see some action, and I plan to give them what they 
want whether you like it or not." 
Kristen stayed against the ropes for a few seconds, recovering, and quickly stole a glance out at the 
women that had nearly surrounded the ring. Most were now fully naked, and the ones that weren't 
fondling their own or someone else's breasts had moved their hands or gloves down lower ' rubbing 
either the leather or their bare fingers across their crotches. 
Under normal circumstances, Kristen would have enjoyed the sight and would have been happy to join 
in. But right now, she was a little busy with a big blond with a punch like a battering ram. She raised her 
guard, almost into a peek-a-boo stance with her gloves not far apart and her elbows mashed into her 
own titties, and walked back toward Andi. In the time it took for her to make that short four-step walk 
Kristen was able to focus on what she needed to do. She also got a little angry ' no, a lot angry ' at what 
had happened since the bell. She was better than that, and she knew it. 
As she got close, she hissed at Andi, "My turn now, bitch," and with that she feinted another left jab to 
the head, figuring that her opponent would take the bait. Andi did just that, raising her gloves to pick off 
the opener, and instantly Kristen pivoted and with her right glove slammed an uppercut that pounded 
upward on the bottom of Andi's left tit. The soft orb took the full force of Kristen's power shot, and Andi 
squealed in pain as her breast bounced wildly. THAT's going to leave a bruise, Kristen thought for a half-
second as Andi took two steps back and by instinct covered her mammaries with her gloves. 
Now we're talking, Kristen thought, as her left and right gloves both swung from the sides in a one-two 
combo that both slammed across Andi's chin, knocking her head from side to side. Kristen then shifted 
all her weight and dug a hard left hook under Andi's ribs, doubling her over as an audible "OOOOOFFFF" 
came shooting from Andi's mouth as she staggered hunched-over back into a corner. 
Kristen was right on top of her, trying to take advantage and shifting her attack to Andi's big orbs, 
raining punches at the big blond's tits from all angles. Most of them were blocked or glanced off Andi's 
gloves or forearms, but some got through and caused Andi to yell in pain. 
Kristen felt every one that landed ' the satisfying feel when one of her straight lefts or rights buried into 
the soft flesh with an audible "SMACK," pancaking one of Andi's big tits back against her chest ' or the 
hooks with either hand that slammed her titties from side to side ' but mostly, it was the uppercuts 
that she tried to shoot behind Andi's guard that felt the best. When her gloves came from down below 
and buried into those bouncy tits, the feeling that ran through Kristen's body sent her over the edge, 
and she felt the familiar surging in her loins. She almost yelled out as her pussy turned loose in a knee-
shaking orgasm that coated her inner thighs with her juices. 
The shuddering in her body temporarily stopped her punching, and both fighters accepted the clinch 
that had both leaning heavily against the corner ropes ' Andi to get a break from the non-stop punching 
of her surprisingly-tough adversary, and Kristen to give her body a chance to recover from the thunder 
down below. 
As they clinched, their still-oiled breasts slid across each other as they jostled for position, Kristen trying 
to keep her bigger opponent pinned in the corner as she quickly got control of her body back. But she 
was enjoying the slippery rubdown that each of their tits were giving the other's ' not to mention the 
feeling of their hard nipples digging into the other boxer's soft breast flesh ' a little too much, and didn't 
notice Andi working her right hand free and pulling it back, cocking it and getting set to deliver. 
POW! Andi's right flew up and ripped into Kristen's left tit, digging deep into the flesh and ripping across 
her nipple, her breast bouncing as Andi's glove flew by and a yelp of pain coming from Kristen's mouth. 
The punch and the pain temporarily paralyzed Kristen, her arms out but useless, and Andi fought 
through her own pain and began punching rapid-fire straight lefts and rights that slammed into Kristen's 
chest over and over, each drawing another yelp of pain from the shorter fighter and sent her staggering 
backward. 
Kristen would have wound up on the canvas or helpless against the ropes had not the "DING, DING" of 
the timer ended Round 1. At the bell, Andi gave her a wicked smile and muttered, "I'll get you for 
beating up my tits, cunt," as she walked past and to what was apparently her corner. 
Kristen turned to the opposite corner and saw Tracy climbing through the ropes, a towel and a water 
bottle in her hand and a stool next to her in the corner that she'd already sat in place. She still had on 
her wild red, white and blue getup ' a blue bikini bottom and other decorative attire, which set off her 
big All-American titties. 
"Sit down," she yelled at Kristen, and she didn't have to offer twice since Kristen was already tired, both 
from the excitement of the situation and from Andi's last punch. She plopped her bare ass on the 
wooden stool and sat straight while Tracy toweled her off and squirted water in her mouth. "You did 
good," Tracy said in just over a whisper. "A lot of newbies just sit there and get pounded, and then they 
run for the door as soon as they get a chance. You fought back against her and got in some good ones ' 
she'll be thinking about those sore boobs for a few days." 
"That's what I'm worried about," Kristen said with a half-laugh. "I think she's already thinking about 
them, and what she's going to do to get revenge." 
As Kristen spoke, Tracy took another towel that had been in an ice bucket and draped it across Kristen's 
tits. The shock made her body clinch, but the relief was instantaneous, and the pain in her boobs from 
Andi's shots quickly went away. 
"Don't worry about that," Tracy said. "She's tough, but she's gotten her ass kicked in here a lot. Our 
champ just got through wearing her out last week." As she spoke, Tracy motioned toward the other ring, 
and Kristen saw the two original fighters had finished their sparring. Another woman, also a blond, was 
in a heated discussion with another fighter. She had her black gloves draped around her neck so a fight 
wasn't imminent, but that wasn't the most noticeable thing about her. Her gigantic boobs dwarfed her 
gloves, and the red fighting outfit she wore ' a maroon "TapOut" bottom laced together on both sides, 
screaming sexy sultriness, and a red top that had to be huge to hold those assets ' made it obvious she 
was a person of importance in this gym. Her incredibly muscular body rippled as she moved, but Kristen 
also noticed her nipples were pointing almost straight up and were as big and hard as wine corks. 
Kristen's pussy squirted out another body-shaking orgasm just from watching her move. 
"She's our club champion," Tracy said. "You get a couple of wins here and she'll want to get you in the 
ring. She loves to check out the new competition, and from the looks of you she'll be itching to get you 
in there. That is, if she's still the champion." 
With that, Kristen saw a glint in Tracy's eye, but it quickly went away. "No time to think about that now," 
Tracy said, "you've got to get by this one first. From what I've seen, no question you can stay with her. 
Just be patient and she'll leave herself open, and then all you have to do is keep punching and she'll go 
down." 
Tracy sprayed a stream of water all over Kristen's body at the 10-second warning buzzer, both to cool 
her down and to mix with the oil again. The cool water sent shivers through Kristen's body again, but the 
bigger impact from the spraying came when Tracy put the bottle close to her breasts and shot a stream 
right on her hard nipples. As Kristen moaned, Tracy moved the bottle lower and squirted a big stream 
right between Kristen's thighs, the cool water stream pulsing against her pussy and almost making 
Kristen scream. 
Between the ice-cold towel, Tracy's words and the water running down between her breasts and 
soaking her warm crotch, Kristen was revived enough to stand and pound her gloves together as the 
"DING, DING" signaled the next round. 
As she stepped out, she saw Andi also revived and fresh-looking ' she probably got the same between-
round treatment, Kristen thought ' and noticed her body was freshly oiled. The tall blond came out in a 
peek-a-boo stance, her red gloves up around her face and an intense expression in between. 
Quickly Andi shot out both gloves over and over, pistoning out one-two combinations aimed at Kristen's 
face. After the boob attack of Round 1, Kristen wasn't as prepared for the high assault as she should 
have been, and several of the punches hammered home, flattening her nose and causing blood to leak 
out of both nostrils. A couple of Andi's big hooks also hammered into her eye sockets before she could 
lock up her defense, causing her to see stars, and she could already feel the swelling around her eyes as 
she backed up, too quickly her back against the ropes. 
Andi came pounding her way in, and it was all that Kristen could do to grab her gloves and tie her up in a 
body-hugging clinch. Andi leaned against her, her chest holding Kristen tight against the swaying ropes, 
and whispered in her ear. 
"You think I'm the only test you're facing?" she said. "You're just getting started. Why do you think the 
champ is getting warmed up over in the other ring?" 
Kristen was both surprised and energized by Andi's warning. Mmmmmm ' two strong fighters to punish 
her tits, and two great sets of boobs for her to try to turn into punching bags. Her already-wet crotch 
was stirring all over again ' and that was before Andi suddenly backed up a step and brought big left 
and right uppercuts right on Kristen's swelling tits. 
"Oooohhhhhh," Kristen moaned as Andi's gloves sunk into her fleshy mounds. The combination of pain 
and pleasure was too much for her, as her pussy quivered with another body-stirring orgasm, making 
Kristen moan even louder. 
Andi heard the moans and felt Kristen's body shudder with her release, and an evil smile crossed her 
face as she pulled back her right glove again. But instead of punishing Kristen's big breast again, Andi 
bent at the knees, and her uppercut slammed into the shorter fighter's wet pussy with an audible 
"SQUISH."  
Kristen's entire body felt like a lightning bolt had gone through it ' her knees turned to jelly and her 
arms went numb from the shock of Andi's pussy punch. But since she was backed into the ropes, and 
Andi was in front of her, supporting her with her gloves, she couldn't go to the canvas to get the respite 
she needed. 
Instead, Andi draped Kristen's arms over the top rope and pulled her gloves back through inside the 
second rope, effectively tying Kristen there. And as she put her left glove under Kristen's chin to hold her 
up, she slammed her right into Kristen's pussy again ... and again ' and again ' and again. Unable to 
defend with her arms tied into the ropes, Kristen tried to turn her body away, but was unable to avoid 
Andi's pounding. 
The "SQUISH, SQUISH" sound grew louder as Kristen's womanhood literally poured its pussy juice out 
with every mauling by Andi's right hand. Her thighs were soaking wet and trembling, but Andi wouldn't 
let her fall ' instead, she pulled Kristen's head up with her left, and her right began pounding like a 
piston again. But this time, it dug into Kristen's big tits, upper-cutting over and over as her breasts 
bounced, and instantly her orbs reddened and began to bruise. Her hard nipples, already targets for 
Andi's right hand, began swelling and cracking. 
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Andi was relentless, her feet almost coming off the ground with 
the effort as her right went up and down repeatedly ' going up into Kristen's defenseless boobs and 
down enough to get distance and momentum for another swing up into the soft flesh. 
Even as strong as Kristen was, she couldn't take the pussy and titty pounding for very long, and her head 
began to slump down onto her own chest. She was close to passing out, when Andi suddenly grabbed 
her head and pulled it into her own sweaty cleavage. 
"Ohhhh, I'm about to cum," Andi moaned as she began shimmying her big breasts back and forth. 
Kristen's head was still held tightly between her orbs, her face tit-slapped repeatedly ' Andi's tits having 
their own boxing match against Kristen and punching her harder and harder as the bigger blonde 
wrenched her body from side to side, her tits flying faster and faster. It didn't take long for Andi's head 
to fly back and she began to scream in a violent orgasm just as the "DING, DING" sounded from the 
timer. 
Andi staggered away, her pussy now also dripping, but there would be no break between rounds for 
Kristen. By the time she raised her head from her chest, she was shocked to see the object of her earlier 
attention ' Vivian, the club champion, in front of her. Her massive breasts were already heaving as she 
breathed heavily while pulling Kristen's arms out of the ropes. But as soon as they were free, Vivian 
pressed herself against Kristen, keeping her back to the ropes, as the club champ wiggled out of her big 
red top and exposed those lovely giant orbs. Kristen began to drool when she saw them, and then felt 
them against her, and it was all she could do not to lean over and start sucking them for all she was 
worth. As it was, her pussy throbbed even more than before. 
"You heard the bell, huh?" Vivian said, moving her big boobs back and forth across Kristen one time ' 
but that was enough. "That means come out fighting." 
Quickly, Vivian brought her right hand up, a wide-sweeping hook that clipped Kristen across the jaw and 
snapped her head to the side. A follow-up left did the same to the other side. 
"You better defend yourself or I'm going to fuck you up bad," Vivian said as she dropped both hands to 
Kristen's abs, slamming a one-two right on her belt line. Viv was good at putting her weight behind her 
punches ' she was the club champ for a reason ' and both body blows sent shivers through Kristen's 
body. But as she bent over, she was finally able to slide to one side, get her back off the ropes and 
retreat, flicking out quick jabs at Vivian while she covered her face and bent-over body with her gloves 
and arms. 
"That's better," Vivian said as she slowly stalked her prey, an evil smile on her face. "Now I don't feel as 
bad about beating the shit out of you." 
If Kristen was going to make a statement that she deserved club membership, she decided it better be 
now. But she didn't want to make the first move here ' not knowing what kind of fighter Vivian was, but 
knowing it had to be pretty good since she had that club champ title. And her body ' once you got past 
the flesh-colored basketballs that were right in front of her face ' was extremely muscular and 
powerful-looking. 
But, shit, I'm pretty fucking good myself, Kristen thought, remembering the girls and guys who finished 
matches with her beaten and on the canvas. So she waited, her guard up, parrying away a couple of jabs 
from the champ, before she saw the twitch in Viv's right bicep indicating she was about to follow with a 
right hand. Suddenly, here it came, on the heels of a jab, and Kristen easily ducked under the 
headhunter blow ' and saw Vivian's body wide open in front of her. 
BAMMMMM! BAMMMMMM! Quick and hard, Kristen's left and right hooks slammed under Viv's 
ribcage, and Kristen could tell from the solid contact that her foe felt their full force. Vivian let out a big 
"OOOOFFFF, OOOOFFFF" as the air flew from her lungs and her gloves instinctively dropped just a hair. 
Like she was in fast motion, Kristen's gloves flew up, her left clipping Viv on the chin and her follow-up 
right pounded into the middle of the champ's face. Kristen could already see blood spurting from one 
nostril as the busty champ's knees buckled and she staggered to her right, grabbing the ropes to keep 
from going to the canvas. 
Kristen's body was tingling all over, her pussy flowing so much that she felt her juices running down her 
strong calves, but all she wanted to do right now was pound the champ ' specifically, those big orbs. 
She quickly moved in front of the dazed champ, seeing the blood flow down into her mouth, and started 
shooting straight lefts and rights into Vivian's chest, the soft flesh almost enveloping Kristen's black 
gloves with every punch ' and Kristen thought for a second that she could actually feel Viv's hard 
nipples even through her glove padding. 
Over and over ' WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!, Kristen's straight shots slammed right on the 
champ's big areolas that gave her a target. It was just like punching the heavy bag in Kristen's old gym ' 
but Vivian's tits were a lot softer and the heavy bag didn't let out an "OWWWW" of pain every time 
Kristen's now-bulging biceps guided her gloves to their target. And for a few seconds, while her left kept 
up the breast abuse, Kristen's right glove went to Viv's laced bottom, her glove thumb going inside the 
laces and ripping them out as the champ's bottom fell to the canvas. 
Kristen's hard tit shots just kept coming, and that wasn't the only cumming that was going on. The big-
breasted crowd of onlookers, who had watched Andi control the newcomer for a couple of rounds, 
weren't used to seeing their club champion getting pummeled. But that's what Kristen was doing ' the 
champ was lolling against the ropes, her guard slowly going down and unable to defend herself, and 
more than a few spectators were either playing with their own firm breasts or had their hands or gloves 
clamped between their legs, fingering themselves at a frantic pace. If Kristen had taken the time, she 
could have picked up the scent of pussy juice in the air. 
Instead, she was busy shocking Vivian over and over, now mixing in shots to the chin to keep the club 
champ from recovering too much ' and to keep her upright. "Is that all you got, champ?" Kristen began 
taunting Vivian. "I thought you said you were going to fuck me up! Well, who's doing the fucking right 
now? I'm gonna rip open and deflate those tits before I'm through!!!" 
Vivian's right arm was draped on the ropes and her left was at her side ' totally defenseless as Kristen 
pounded away, and two big uppercuts dug into the soft and now-bruised flesh on the bottom of her tits. 
Slowly the champ slipped down the ropes and landed on her broad and bare ass on the canvas in a 
sitting position, the squeals from the spectators gathered around the ring as much in surprise as in 
erotic ecstasy. 
Kristen stood over Vivian, her gloves in the air for a few seconds, her chest sweaty and heaving with the 
effort, before she put her gloves behind the champ's head and pulled it roughly into a pussy that was 
wetter than any sponge. She felt the warmth of Viv's blood and spit mixing with her own juices as she 
ground her head into her crotch HARD, rubbing it back and forth and moaning loudly. 
"That's all you're good for now, chump ' eating me out," Kristen yelled down at Vivian. "You said you 
were going to fuck me ' well, DO IT, cunt!!!" 
Kristen may have been hoping for some tongue action from the champ, but Vivian was in no shape for 
that. Kristen's gloves were soon as cum-soaked as Viv's face, and the champ slipped from her black 
leather weapons and crumpled to the canvas in a quivering heap ' rolling on her back and her 
impressive tits and nipples pointed to the ceiling. 
"YEAH!!!!," Kristen said as she shot her gloves to the same ceiling and danced back to her corner as the 
bell sounded "DING, DING!" Tracy was standing next to the ropes on the apron, and Kristen was sharp 
enough to see a big wet spot in the middle of the red, white and blue-clad Tracy's blue tights. 
"You're fucking incredible!," Tracy yelled as she toweled Kristen off ' or, rather, toweled off Kristen's 
tits. "Every woman in here wants you to wear their pussies out right now ' me included." 
Kristen leaned against the corner heavily, all her punching having exhausted her, and she looked at 
Vivian being helped to her corner and put heavily on her stool. The sight of the champ a quivering mass 
of flesh, her legs splayed and pointing across the ring, made Kristen bite her lip as one more thunderous 
orgasm released from her loins ' accompanied by her own screams of pleasure. 
"Damnnnnn," Tracy said, seeing Kristen's whole body shudder with the force of her erotic explosion, and 
she was unable to keep her lips from locking around one of Kristen's bullet-hard nipples. As she bit and 
sucked and Kristen's moaning continued, Tracy mumbled around the new club member's nipple, "you're 
going to fit in here just fine."