Billy reacts in time

Carly was overconfident.

She hadn’t wanted to hide that a punch was coming for Billy, or where it was coming from. In fact, she WANTED him to see it coming. The last thing he saw before he was finished for good - Carly victorious, taking him out with one final blow. She wanted to see the panic flash in his eyes, before they turned dull and empty as he got knocked out on impact, for the second time in a single round.

THIS was how Billy was going to lose - how he was going to take his first two KOs. Back to back, wobbling in place, gloves hanging by his hips. And from how weak and sleepy he already looked, Carly already knew this was going to be an ugly one. He was fucked. So, so fucked.

Snore for me, Billy. SNORE.

But in that confidence, in that performance, Carly had given Billy’s subconscious mind just enough time to react. Out on his feet or not, he was just too well-trained for his body to just stand there and let him take a punch.

With a practiced, reflexive step, Billy barely managed to lean out of the way - Carly’s glove sailed over his shoulder, a rush of air crossing over Billy’s cheek. Carly’s final blow had been so forceful that the lack of impact left her a little off-balance, stumbling forward slightly. She would catch herself in less than a second, but unfortunately for her, this was a game of instants now.

Billy was GONE. He was nowhere to be found. Unable to think, unable to do anything but reach for his own repetitively trained, automatic muscle memory, he reacted in much the same way he had as a rookie all those years ago, when Carly had rushed him during their first fight. As he slipped past the punch that would have knocked him out cold, Billy lifted his right fist, stepped forward, and drove his glove into Carly’s gut.

It was weak. It was a pale imitation of what he had done to her as a rookie. Back then, his instincts had lead to a heavy gut punch, followed by a knockout blow to the cheek, and a third hit to the forehead on the way down for good measure, in a rapid and fast combo. This was just… Pathetic. Less of a punch, and more of a… Press. Or a slapping impact, followed by a push.

With Billy’s arms so battered and out of position and weakened, it wasn’t nearly the finishing blow that a punch from him would normally have been on someone like Carly.

But it was something else.

As the firm, bulging leather of his glove pressed into Carly’s lower belly, her eyes widened with shock and terror - her legs began to tremble - and she came.

“OoUUuaaAHH!!” she suddenly shouted out, falling forward out of her stumble and dropping heavily to her knees, trembling as she clutched her lower abdomen - orgasmic shockwaves running through her.

It wasn’t pain. It was pure pleasure. She had already been so close to cumming from her long-awaited, perfect triumph - from all of that anticipation and the support of the crowd - and that slight pressure on her lower belly had pushed her over the edge. The gentle compression of her excited womb had unleashed Carly’s pent-up excitement.

The proud feminist came HARD, soaking the inside of her tight shorts as she knelt shaking on the ground, clutching her gut. Clutching her traitorous fucking womb. Her pussy spasmed and leaked, her wide hips writhed and shook, and she was barely holding back another ridiculously loud moan through her trembling lips. It was a powerful orgasm, one she had been promising herself for so long - and Billy had forced it out of her too early. She wasn’t prepared. This wasn’t the fucking time.

The crowd gasped. They didn’t know what was happening in Carly’s boiling, roiling insides. To them, this looked like something else entirely.

Holy shit, after all that, Billy still knocked her down in one punch? Or had it just been a stumble and a trip? No, but then why is she still down? And she sounds like it REALLY got her good…

Matt’s eyes bulged out too. He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but he recognized that sound Carly had made. But… There was no way she had just cum, right?

Oh fuck. Oh, FUCK. Carly’s face morphed into an obscene, whorish ‘O’, eyes closing as she curled forward in a tight, tense, kneeling ball. Her heart was racing. Her mind was flooding. One glove was clutching her spasming pussy, the other resting over her traitorous lower tummy.

She came. She fucking CAME. Billy just dropped her to her knees and made her CUM. Carly was in shock. She couldn’t think straight. Powerful waves of pleasure ran through her, and she hunched forward even tighter, trembling to contain the extreme sensations.

Once again, Matt was slow to react before he remembered to start the count. When he finally did, it was only his voice this time. The crowd didn’t join in chorus as they had with Billy’s knockout, they just watched in stunned silence at how the tides had turned so suddenly.

“Uhh… One… Two… Three… Four…?” Matt began, feeling guilty and uncertain as he counted his girlfriend out. She was going to get up, right? It couldn’t end like this.

Carly couldn’t move. Her whole body was tensed up, curled forward, as the mighty orgasm ran through her. The orgasm that was supposed to be hers - not Billy’s. The orgasm she had built up so strongly, that she was supposed to have backstage with Matt and Anna - or fuck, that she was supposed to have in her shorts when that final punch connected with Billy’s chin and SLEPT him again! Instead, Billy had torn it out of her, and now she was kneeling at his feet, getting overwhelmed by it. She was struggling to keep her hips from bucking, resulting in her whole thick ass vibrating in place as Carly fought to keep it still.

“Ghhuunnuuhhuunnnuuu…~” Carly kept the droning sound as quiet and restrained as she could, keeping it from the audience even thought it wanted to explode out of her. Her tummy muscles clenched tight and the gloves of her thick ass shook and vibrated some more. Vibing out as she struggled to hold it together. “Gguuhhuuu…”

Carly’s trembling, humiliating performance was only giving Billy more time to recover. With the slow count and all of her boasting, it had already been over two minutes since Carly knocked him out. Billy was standing right in front of her where she fell, his mind working too fix itself slowly, but working nonetheless.

Carly’s wet eyes glanced upwards, and she saw that thick bulge again, up close and personal in Billy’s boxing shorts. Her eyes widened into a frozen stare. That thick cock was right in front of her face, bulging obscenely. Carly’s jaw dropped open, partly dazed and partly outraged. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, by far, and it was right in her face. Even through the fabric, she could swear she felt the heat wafting off of it and onto her face, warming her cheeks and the tip of her nose…

Carly’s pussy THROBBED. “Big dick energy” was radiating onto her stunned, outraged ‘O’ face, and she couldn’t move a muscle. She had wanted to make Billy snore, and instead she was kneeling before him in a tight ball, cumming, with his bulge right in her fucking face. And her thick ass was vibrating.

“F-Five… Carly- Six…?” Matt continued, sounding nervous. He really didn’t want to count Carly out to a ten. She would never forgive him. He knew she wouldn’t.

Luckily, he didn’t have to. Finally getting herself under control on the count of six, Carly slowly rose to her feet, but her thick thighs were weaker - not wholly under her control. Twitching and misfiring with random muscle movements as the orgasm still ran through her. Fuck, that had been a big one. It dawned on her that Billy had discovered her sweet spot, when he pressed into her there.

She looked embarrassed, ashamed. All she could think was how her perfect victory had been ruined.

That dumbass had made her cum and knocked her down in what was about to be her ultimate win. The first punch he had connected with ripped an orgasm out of her traitorous pussy and dropped her to her knees. And right after she had been bragging, too.

Even if the audience couldn’t tell she was fucking cumming from a bit of lower-belly pressure, her “perfect” run had been stopped. And SHE would know. Every time she watched this fight back, to re-live her big win, just as she had imagined herself doing… She would know what had just happened. And it would be ruined. She would be ashamed all over again.

Billy. Billy ruined it. He stole her perfect victory. And now he was just standing there, wobbling, like the fucking empty body he still was.

Carly looked out to all of the cameras.

She wasn’t thinking about winning the fight as quickly as possible anymore. Wasn’t thinking about the plan Matt had laid out for her, the golden path to defeating Billy. She was just thinking of that footage. The footage she wanted to be perfect. The footage she wanted to watch back and feel pride in for years to come.

Billy had ruined it. She would have to sleep him extra hard to make up for that. She would have to make his knockout even MORE fucking humiliating.

It wouldn’t be enough just to just win right now. She needed to make up for that momentary slip. She needed to BREAK him. Not just beat him. RUIN him. It was the only way to make up for what had just happened to her. The only way she could redeem what had just been done to her in front of a confused, waiting crowd.

Matt came over to check Carly out and make sure she could continue, and Carly angrily pushed him away. She was in a bad mood now, and Matt was used to her taking those bad moods out on him. He had learned to take a hint. Matt backed up and looked between the two fighters.

“Uh… Fight on…?” Matt said uncertainly, raising a hand and then bringing it down again.

Carly lifted her white gloves into a tight fighting stance, cheeks flushed and burning, as she glared at Billy. He still looked vacant, lost, but more and more of himself was slowly coming back with each breath he took.

“You… You’re going to wish you… N-Never…” Carly panted, trying to sound intimidating despite the red flush of her cheeks.

Just then, the bell rang to signal the end of the first round. With a growl that sounded more like a whine, and a petulant stomp of her foot, Carly angrily threw her hands down by her side again.

Carly had won the round, two knockdowns to one. She had nearly won the whole fight. If Matt had been quicker on starting the ten count, or more honest when assessing Billy, the champ would have been fully fucking finished. But now, guts churning, pussy twitching, Carly stomped back to her corner.

She was frustrated, sweaty, out of breath, and very prepared for the second round. As soon as she reached the corner, Carly angrily snatched up the corner stool from beside the ring, set it down, and dumped her fat ass into it, stewing and raging internally.

The crowd began murmuring and chattering about what they’d just seen, waiting for the fight to continue. Matt followed close behind Carly, confused and embarrassed, and mentally preparing to remind her of all their strategies. All the strategies that Carly no longer wanted to hear.

She was mad now. Furious. Winning the round or not, she was very unhappy with that final image the first round had been left with. Her on her knees, with a thick bulge warming her face, ass shaking as she tried to to buck her hips… Fuck Matt’s perfect plan to an easy victory. This had to be bigger, now.

Worn the fuck out, Billy staggered over and slumped back into his own corner, not even bothering with collecting the corner stool. He leaned against the ring post, sitting on the mat and gasping, his mind whirring as it put together the picture of where he was.

Right. Fighting Carly. Matt was angry at him. Everyone was watching. This was the big one. Get your head in the game, champ. This is no time to be staring at those thick, bare, spread thighs across the ring from him. No time to be admiring the faint glistening of juices that stained Carly’s inner thighs, right where they turned into her tight orange shorts…

Carly was glaring back at him, all rage and fury, sitting on that stool like a throne. Looking down on Billy slumped back in his own corner, staring in awe at her spread legs, his mind far away. All thoughts of combat replaced by sweaty thick thighs and a fat ass.

From the crowd, Anna’s mood had dropped. Kristen was still all energy and excitement beside her, thrilled that the fight wasn’t over yet as her TikTok viewership continued to climb, but Anna wasn’t so chipper. She wasn’t here for a “good fight”. She was here to see Billy fucking LOSE.

What… What WAS that? She had seen him quit before. When their mom asked him to stick his chin out, hands behind his back, he had just DONE it. Then when he fell, he STAYED THE FUCK DOWN. But just now, he had pushed through the hardest blows Anna had ever seen him take, from the best female fighter she had ever seen him face.

Sure, it wasn’t much of a return. His gut punch was nothing but a simple reaction, and only landed because of Carly’s showboating. He had looked lost and out of it. But… He had come back. And now, in his corner, Anna saw that familiar gleam of intelligence slowly returning to Billy’s eyes. It wasn’t all the way there yet. But it was close. Flickering in and out as his strong, bare chest heaved with breath.

This wasn’t the plan. Heather had knocked him out with a much weaker-looking punch that Carly’s three-hit combo, and he had slept all night. Why wasn’t he out cold? Anna and Matt had already been prepared to carry his limp, sleeping body out to the car, lay him unceremoniously across the backseats, and drive him home, once they were all done fucking each other backstage. Anna had been anticipating spending some time in the back of the car mocking her defeated brother’s stupid sleeping face! Poking that chin, playing with his delicious sweet spot, toying with his strong, unconscious body and stupid bulky gloves. He was supposed to stay out for HOURS, just like he had for mom. Slow count or not, how had he gotten up so fast?

Anna was so sure she had found Billy’s sweet spot, but… Was it possible she gave Carly bad information? Maybe there really WAS something special about their mom, and Anna just hadn’t seen it… After all, the nerdy girl was so new to boxing, maybe she just couldn’t tell what Heather had been doing right?

Anna chewed her lip nervously, turning to stare at Carly and Matt in the other corner. It was too late to interfere. All she could do was watch as the mid-round break stretched on, waiting for the bell that would signal the start of the second round.