Sally finishes him off

Anger boiled up inside of Sally. Would he never be satisfied!?

“Oh, just let me GO already!” she shouted, pulling back her hand one last time, and launching it at him with all she had.

It was more than it would’ve taken. He was already defeated - a nudge would’ve cemented it. A powerful strike like this? It turned the unlikely event into a show.

“UHHHHNNN!!” Billy shouted with the last of his conscious moments. Her gloved fist drilled into his chin, sending him back against the inside of the locker with ****.

With his hands freed from their panty-tied grip on her ass, he was free to flop all the way back, striking his head on the wall of the locker with a loud, metallic CLANG! Sally watched in confusion as her bully fell, half bouncing back off the interior locker wall and half sliding awkwardly down it, thrusting his groin out towards her as his top half folded over backwards, supported by the locker wall.

This was the champion boxer. This was the man who had mocked her, who had knocked her out, who had haunted her nightmares, and who up until a few moments ago had been squishing her plush ass in his hands. What was he doing now…?

His top half, with shoulders still leaning against the wall, slid a bit further down the wall before coming to a stop. His body was bent backwards almost 90 degrees, his arms hanging uselessly downwards along the wall, his legs bent awkwardly and groin thrust forwards towards her. His body wanted to fall, but was pinned in place between the wall and Sally. In the dim light, she could barely make it out as his glazed-over eyes rolled back up in his head, and his body let out one final, meek, sigh.

There was a long, uninterrupted silence. The only noise was Sally’s pounding heartbeat, and Billy’s deep, steady breaths. Sally’s own breathing came in the form of quick, panicky huffs.

It took a moment for it to sink in. The possibility at first seeming inconceivable to her. But as the seconds ticked on, and the slumped boxer in front of her neither stirred nor made a move, Sally began to realize what had just happened. She shifted slightly in place, causing Billy to slide slightly further down the wall of the small locker. Sally’s mind raced, and eventually came to the only logical possibility.

“I did it…” she said slowly, her mouth dry and her breathing shallow, not even able to say the words at first.

She gulped, took in a shaky breath, and then tried again,

“I… I knock…” she had to lick her dry lips, staring deeply as the crudely bent and folded body of her tormentor. “I knocked you out…” she said at last, breathily, whispering the second half as if it were some ancient secret. “I just knocked you out…”

She said it again, each repetition making it more true in her mind. She did it. She actually did it. He asked her to try to knock him out… And she’d won.

This was Billy. The legend. The school hero. He’d never been knocked out - never! It was inconceivable! But yet, here he was… One punch too deep, and out like a light.

His stiff dick pulsed and thumped inside his pants, begging for release. Sally couldn’t do anything but stare in awe at him. His face. Oh, that face!

Jaw slack, hanging open. His eyes completely white and rolled up in his skull. He looked like a fucking moron. Sally couldn’t believe it, but with a stupid expression like that, how could she deny it? Her racing heart picked up even more speed as she realized he was well and truly out for the count.

“I knocked you out…” she repeated, louder this time. “I knocked you out! You’re… You’re asleep! I just put you to sleep!”

Her heart was picking up speed, her breaths coming quicker as excitement and relief flooded her all at once.

“Really!? Really!? Billy, you’re out COLD!” Sally couldn’t suppress a giggle. “Oh my goodness… Look at you! You’re so dopey!”

She pushed her hips forward, pushing against his throbbing groin and forcing him back into the wall a few times, playing with his body. His crumpled form was like some kind of toy spring.

“You lose… You LOSE! HAHA! I knocked you OUT!” she boasted. “Who can’t take a hit NOW? Huh? Who can’t take a hit NOW?”

She rubbed her bronze legs together as tingling excitement overtook her lower half. This was fantastic… What sweet ****. She’d really made the most of her “golden chance to hit him”… And it looked like his knocked-out face might be even better than hers.

What humiliation. Knocked out by a cheerleader in some grimy old closet. What a way to go. What a way to lose! His first ever knockout loss was sure one he wouldn’t soon be forgetting.

“Only me…” she said quietly to herself. “Only I’ve seen this… This goofy, dumb face you make when you get knocked out… Oh, Billy, you just lost your first to me!”

She reached across his arched body, to poke him in the face with a glove.

“Now so tough now, huh? Not so tough now! Look at you!” she giggled. “What happened to all that big talk? What happened to being a boxer? Hmm? What happened to it?”

This was great. It was everything she’d ever dreamed of. No, it was more than that… She’d NEVER dreamed of this. Maybe she’d had a fantasy or two of seeing Billy get knocked out, and falling down the club ranking ladder, but to do it HERSELF? To not only see him lose, but to put him to sleep with her own punch? It was too good to be true!

“Have I proved I can be a boxer now? Do you think so? How was that blackout for you? Hmm? Was it GOOD?”

Sally’s heart was racing. Taunts just kept flooding out from her mouth. This was the most exciting moment of her entire life. The fact she was still in her tight cheerleader uniform somehow made it all the better.

“You asshole. Want to grab my ass, do you?” she asked, reaching forward to take his dangling arms by the wrists. Pulling them back at the same time as she pushed herself into his groin, thereby sliding his shoulders up the wall and standing him up a bit straighter, she placed each of his hands under her skirt and on top of her large round cheeks. “Well why don’t you grab it now? Hm? Why don’t you grab it NOW? It’s all yours! Alllll this ass…”

She swayed her hips, rubbing his limp hands in circles on her big soft cheeks.

“…It’s alllll yours,” she smiled, then stopped, holding his hands in place. She tilted her head. “No? You’re asleep? Oh, that’s right! You got knocked the fuck out!”

Laughter filled the small locker as Sally revelled in her victory over this muscular brute. This legend of the school. God, how good! How good she felt!

“I knocked you ouuuttt~” she sang, teasing him as she rubbed his hands over her ass again. At the same time, she grinded her pussy lips up against his prominent bulge, enjoying the feeling through her short skirt. “I knocked you ouuuttt~ I won the challenge~~~!”

She loved this. She loved this so much. He wasn’t squeezing her ass now. He wasn’t talking about rattling her brain. And he never would again, if he knew what was good for him! She wasn’t just getting ****… She was set free! What the hell could he say to her now? Now that she’d taken his first knockout allll for herself? He was done for.

God.

“I knocked you out…” she whispered again.

She was starting to get horny. She looked down at his groin. His bulge was obvious. It had been a weapon he’d used to intimidate her with just moments ago… But now, it was almost like a prize. “Congratulations! You won! My cock is all yours!”

Sally giggled at the thought. But it was true. Who could stop her? Him? Not a chance. And they were all alone in this tight little locker together…

Sally licked her dry lips, staring down at the front of his pants. She releasing his wrists, and his hands swung uselessly back into the locker wall.

“I knocked you out…” she repeated. “I just knocked out Billy…”

She reached forward, slowly, unzipping his pants. It was difficult, given that his bulge was one half of what was keeping him pinned in place, but Sally managed it.

“I knocked you out… I knocked you the FUCK out…” Sally spoke slowly, taking his long, thick cock in her hands, and pulling the hard, throbbing rod out into the open.

The tip was drooling already. She could see why so many girls were obsessed with Billy. This was one impressive dick. Under normal circumstances, it would be daunting, imposing… But now, it just looked like a fun toy. One that everyone wanted, but only Sally got to have.

Sally had always felt second-best. Her closest friends used her like a servant. Boys overlooked her when she was with her clique. She was just “another cheerleader”, never the focus of anything… But now, she’d knocked out the unbeatable boxer… She’d defeated him, put him to sleep… He was fast asleep. She was the most important girl in the world right now. A-And this mighty cock… It was hers to take.

Everyone wanted it. But Sally got to have it.

Billy had given it up the moment he got knocked out.

Trying to steady her shaky breathing, Sally pushed Billy into the wall, straightening him up into a standing position from his crude fold as she pressed her body up against his. She felt his long, stiff, perfect cock in her hands… Then, gasping, she pushed it down, down, and placed it right between her thick, bronzed, cheerleader thighs.

With a sigh, she began moving forward, rolling her clit and pussy lips along it. She felt every ridge of his dick on her sensitive little nub. She was such a delicate girl… And still, she’d put this rowdy boy down like a hungry wolf.

She crossed her legs over, securing him more tightly in her thigh gap, and pressing him harder against her clit. She bit her lip. The pleasure was building up inside of her, and she knew she couldn’t take much more of it.

Her hands went to his strong chest, to steady herself. Feeling up his mighty pecs. Her head bowed forward, resting her forehead against him as she slid back and forth, back and forth along his pole, mewling…

“I knocked you out… I knocked you out… S-Some challenge you were, Billy… You got knocked out! I-It’s finally over… You’re done… You’re f-finished!!”

Sally kept rolling her hips along him, sliding him between her thighs and against her clit. She gasped again as his cock suddenly began throbbing harder against her, spraying cum out in thick, wild pumps in surrender to her bronze thighs. His semen hit the other side of the locker with ****, before rolling down it uselessly. Sally couldn’t believe it - she lifted her head from his chest and gazed up in awe at the athletic champion’s sleeping face.

“You came first!” she squeaked in amazement. “I won again!”

Emboldened by her second “knockout” of her bully, she began sliding herself along his pole faster, faster - building up to a point beyond what she could handle.

“Yes, yes… YOU LOOOOSSSSSSEEEE!!” Sally yelled happily, as pleasure overcame her, and she juiced herself all over his thick, perfect cock.

It was better than she’d even hoped… she held herself against his chest for a moment longer, her crossed legs shaking as she came over his dick. Then, with a pleased sigh, she uncrossed her thighs and stood back, taking her hands and forehead back from his strong chest. Without her support, Billy collapsed once more, this time landing in a heap at the bottom of the locker as he fell down the wall, rather than going limp in the center and getting wedged at both ends as his body folded backwards.

Sally regarded his silly little pile in the corner of the old school locker for a moment, still gathering herself. Some of his hot, thick cum had found itself on her smooth thighs, but most was dribbling down the opposite wall.

This was the legend. Knocked out, and crumpled up in the corner of a locker. His cummy, softening dick out of his pants. Ordinarily he was intimidating, big, strong. Now he just looked like a loser. Sally had turned the legend into a loser.

Sally’s bully was fast asleep. His unknockoutable record dismantled. His cock overwhelmed by a cheerleader’s thighjob.

Had he known this would happen when he challenged her to hit him? Had he expected any of this while he was squeezing her ass, playing with her body against her will? Did he ever imagine he’d end up like this?

“I beat you…” Sally whispered. “I really beat you… I defeated you. You lost.”

It felt like saying it out loud was the only way to be sure it really happened. But the slick, slimy cum on her thighs was undeniable. She had won. It was all over.

But what would she do next? And why, despite everything, did she just want to cuddle into his big strong chest now? Why did she feel the urge for some lovey-dovey aftercare with this brute?

Why did she want more of that dick?

Why did she want him?

And why did she feel like she wasn’t going to be overlooked anymore…?

“You’re mine, Billy…” she whispered quietly, to the only other breathing thing in that locker. “You’re all mine now…”