Because You Weren't Man Enough by Valerie Your girlfriend seeks revenge for your humiliating defeat at my breasts - er hands in a follow-up to "You Got What You Wanted" The blue-eyed blonde climbs into the ring looking angry enough to spit nails. At 5' 10", she is taller than I am at 5' 8". She is also heavier than my 135 lb that are distributed in a fit fashion throughout my 36D-26-38 figure. A lot of her extra weight is found in her 40D's that I'm looking forward to using as a target. Those luscious lobes thrust out against her white T-shirt that is tied up in a knot to show off a flat, firm stomach, another inviting target. Red spandex bottoms starting just below her belly button show off her long legs. I adjust the top of my (*) bikini and walk toward her. As she approaches me, I see her glance down to her right into tonight's audience at "The Queen's Dungeon". I follow her gaze and who should I see sitting in the front row, you. I laugh loudly. This makes her even angrier. "What's so funny, bitch?", she snarls. "The two of you", I snicker, putting my hands on my hips. "He wasn't man enough to handle me, so he sends you to try." "I'm going to do more than 'try'. He may have been taken in by your supposedly 'hot body'", she snaps sarcastically. "But since I won't be distracted, I'm going to enjoy wiping the mat with you." "Promises, promises", I reply. "I've heard it all before. And usually they bring more into the ring than just a huge rack." "Trying to talk your way out of this already? After I rip you to pieces, I'm going to bring stupid down there up into the ring and teach him a thing or two. And I'm going to make you watch." I laugh again and look down at you. "Hear that? If she fights as tough as she talks, you're in big trouble. Since I've already whipped your sorry ass once, a repeat performance when I win would be a waste of time." Looking back at her I continue, "But the idea of showing up the loser sounds like it has possibilities. By the way girlie, what's your name? I need it for when the memory of my victory tonight 'cums' back to me." "Veronica", she snaps, pointing at me. "As if it's any of your business, Val-whore-sleaze. Or are you just going to knock me out with that 'sleeper' mouth of yours?" "I know 'stupid' down there told you I have more weapons than that or you wouldn't be trying so hard to act and sound tough. Just bring it on, unless you just came up here to show off the only two things you have going for you." Swearing, Veronica lunges at me with both hands stretched out in front of her. I respond by bringing up my hands and grabbing her wrists. I am surprised by her strength as her hands get closer to my head despite my solid grip. I decide that if I don't act quickly, either my hair or eyes are soon going to be in her grasp. Not a good start when I'm looking to whip some blonde bimbo. Reacting quickly, I fall backwards on my perfect ass and roll onto my back. Still gripping my arms, she falls towards me. I put my feet up into her midsection and push. With a shout of surprise, she goes flying over me and lands on her back. While on the mat, I roll quickly to my right and drop my right elbow into her abs, just above the top of those spandex pants. With a sharp grunt, she folds up and rolls away from me. I immediately follow up by driving three sharp rights into her left kidney. Crying in pain, she rolls under the ropes onto the mat apron to escape my attack. I quickly get my feet look at you and shake my head. "If that's all she's going to bring, this isn't going to be that hard at all." Smiling, I continue, "But it will still be fun." I look back into the corner, where I see Veronica just coming through the ropes. She looks up to find me and then moves toward me. The angry, bitchy look she entered the ring with has now been replaced with a pained, angry bitchy look. That being a look I prefer, I step forward and deliver a straight kick with my right foot into her belly-button. With a load grunt, she doubles over and wraps her arms across her midsection. I jump up and do a spinning back leg kick catching her left upper arm with my left foot. This sends her back into the ropes with her right hand now up covering her left arm. I step to my left and drive my knee up into her exposed lower right ribcage. She staggers to her left into the corner and just manages to grab onto the ropes with her right arm to prevent herself from falling. I move in, jump up whip and my lower right leg into both breasts. With a sharp cry of pain, she drops to the mat in the corner, turning onto her back, clutching her breasts. To maintain my advantage, I move in right on top of her and stomp on her stomach three times. She curls up into the corner, moaning in pain. I drop down to my knees and start driving my right fist into her right kidney. Her grunt after each blow connects is music to my ears. I grab her right arm and pull her along the mat until she is in front of you. I then shimmy her toward the ropes and push her head under the bottom one. I drop down on the mat and stretch out my right leg underneath her. I turn her so that her stomach is resting on my right leg. I then put my left leg over her back and then cross my ankles. I look over to see the look of dismay on your face as you realize your sweetie is about to experience the power of my scissors from my perfect thighs. I start off by doing some rhythmic squeezing. When I think she is becoming accustomed to that, I put on a big, hard squeeeeeeeeze. I love listening to her protests reduced to wheezing as I continuously increase the pressure. Time to let my fists have some fun. Feeling her weaken in my grip, I release the scissors, grab her by the back of her T-shirt and pull her feet. She stumbles as I pull her over to the ropes to your right. I tie her arms up into the ropes. I give her a couple of slaps to the face with my right hand to make sure she is going to be fully aware of her situation. I stand right in front of her and started pummelling her midsection with both fists. I concentrate my punches right on the bellybutton, as well as just above, below and on either side. Each blow is answered by a load grunt of pain. Soon that whole area is bright pink. I then switch targets to those breasts. The fact that they look so good makes punching them even more fun. I start off with uppercuts and watch with delight as one, then the other, is driven upwards under the T- shirt, and then bounces back down. Sharp cries of pain accompany each blow. I then start throwing hooks from the outside, driving each breast across her chest in the other one and back again. The T-shirt soon becomes drenched with sweat that flies off with each punch Your sweetie wriggles in vain trying to free herself. The audience is hollering and stomping in appreciation of the show I am putting on. Soon a shout of "COUNTDOWN" echoes through the room. I hold up my hand to silence the crowd and turn to look at you. "I forgot this last time. I guess I was just having too much fun." As the crowd begins to countdown, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, I drive full-force right fists into her bellybutton. TEN! . . . . . NINE! . . . . EIGHT! . . . . SEVEN! . . . SIX! . . FIVE!... FOUR!.. THREE!. TWO! ONE! BLAST-OFF!!!", when I drive my right knee up into her solar plexus. Somehow, she manages to stay tied up in the ropes. No matter. I kiss my right fist and drive it right onto the nipple of her left breast. She howls in pain as my fist buries itself in her breast flesh. I kiss my left fist and do the same thing to her right breast. I then take my left hand and chop it down into the top of her right breast, causing her legs to buckle. A three finger stab just below the nipple of the left breast completes the collapse. Now she hangs like a rag doll in the ropes ready for me to play with. I step back to admire what I've done. Her midsection is pink and puffy. Her breasts have swelled and her hard, erect nipples cause the wet T-shirt to strain even more. It clings to every curve. Since everyone can see through, I figure it's not really necessary, so I grab it at the top with both hands and rip, freeing both breasts. As the crowd roars its approval, I turn to you. "Don't look so sad. Everyone else here loves those knockers just as much as you do. Although I do think you are going to be jealous with what I do with them next." With that I take off my bikini top and slowly press my breasts into hers. I can feel her nipples digging into my mounds. I begin moving my body so that my breasts are moving in a circle 8 pattern on her breasts. After several minutes of this I'm rewarded as Veronica begins to moan. "You like this, doll?" I ask. She shakes her head, but the response of her nipples and the low moans escaping from her throat tell me differently. I begin pressing my breasts even harder into hers and feel her shifting in response. I then take my breasts and swing them back and forth, slowly dragging them from side to side across her's. Her responses begin to heighten and the moans lengthen and deepen. I feel my own body respond with pleasure and I increase the speed of my movements. Her breathing becomes rapid and shallow and she begins to buck and squirm. Then a long, quivering "O" escapes her lips, as her body convulses with ectasy. As her orgasm subsides, her arms finally slip from the ropes. I quickly move in and grab her by the hair to prevent her from falling to the mat. I turn her so she facing you and point to the dampness of her pants between her legs. "Well, with me, we all know it's real. Can you say the same every time, lover?" When she feebly tries to take my right hand from her hair, I switch my grip to my left hand to free up my right. I turn her back toward me and drive three sharp punches up into her solar plexus. I let go of her hair as the third one lands and she flies back into the ropes. With no leg strength left to support herself, after she bounces off the ropes, she crumples to the mat in a heap, gasping. As the audience continues to noisily show their approval, I stand over her, staring down at you, grinning. "She was right. Showing up the loser is a great idea. But wait. . . she hasn't officially lost yet. I know how to fix that." I reach down, grab her by the hair, turn her head toward you, then roll her onto her back. I kneel down so that I am right above her face. I reach down and grab both wrists with my hands. I then shift into position so that I can pin her shoulders with my legs, then drop my already moist pussy on her face. I really love this part. When the ref comes over, I remind him to count very slowly. Moments like this are made to be enjoyed. As I settle over her nose and mouth, I bring her hands up and start massaging my breasts. At the touch of her hands, a jolt of energy flashes through my body. "One!" (*)I can feel her head moving underneath me in a desparate attempt to get air. I continue to move her finger across my now rock hard nipples. I feel my pussy fill with moisture. "Two!" As she continues to move her head back and forth, I start to slide forward and back on her face to spread this great sensation all around my lips. I begin moving her hands faster and faster all over my breasts, now heavy and full with pleasure. "Three!" Shuddering in delight, my bikini bottoms overflow with my sweetness that runs down her face. I reluctantly release her hands and let them slide off my breasts. I move back and sit on her chest, looking down at her face, semiconscious, wet and defeated. I then look at you and blow you a kiss. "Thanks, lover. She was delightful."