Scott's Boxing Adventure (Chapter 6)

Before I could get set up with another match, the day I'd dreaded finally arrived: my girlfriend found out about my clandestine boxing matches. I thought I'd covered my tracks completely, but one day while she was looking something for one of her classes up on my computer she searched my gmail and one of the results was an email chain between me and Carol. To say she blew her top is an understatement. At first she thought we were having an affair, but when she dug a little deeper and found all the recordings of the fights (unwisely saved in my google drive) everything came to light.

Once she calmed down a little bit and stopped screaming at me, she challenged me to a match. I turned her down; she had no idea how to box, and by this point I was getting, if not pretty good, at least skilled enough so that an opponent who didn't know how to throw a punch didn't stand much of a chance. But Staci told me that either I agreed to fight her, or she was going to break up with me, and on top of that, she'd now downloaded all the match recordings to a thumb drive and would upload them to the internet. I agreed to fight her, both because I didn't want my life to get wrecked, and, okay, I liked her enough to want to save our relationship. I went to Carol for help, and after a stern lecture on locking my computer with a password she agreed, even volunteering to train Staci and be her corner-woman - I protested that I wanted Carol in my own corner, but she pointed out that Staci really needed the help and told me to find someone else. I asked both Rosa and Cho, who both said yes. Rosa ended up having a scheduling conflict (namely a match against a six foot two French Canadian amazon I kind of wanted to see), so I went with Cho, who only asked me to return the favor later.

After that nothing happened for three agonizingly slow months as Staci trained; I kind of assumed she'd get bored and drop it, but apparently it agreed with her. I'd been forbidden any matches myself, so all I could do during this time was spar with Cho to try and stay in shape and keep my reflexes sharp. The match was finally made for a Friday afternoon at the old gym on Lark.

So I found myself standing across the ring staring into my girlfriend's sparkling blue eyes. (Apparently she didn't find it a problem fighting topless; I was almost getting used to my opponents starting bare-chested.) Between both of us being in college and Staci being in training I'd barely seen her, and she definitely looked like she had packed some muscle on her 5'5" frame; she was up to maybe 140 pounds. She'd also cut her beautiful, thick red hair shorter than usual - instead of its usual unruly mass that reached almost down to her butt, it was tamed into a simple light-banged wave that fell down just past her jaw. She'd even given up tanning as her sprinkling of freckles stood out against her pale skin. Her heart-shaped face had filled out a little, and as I looked I was surprised to note she'd worn makeup to the fight; it wasn't very heavy, but I doubted the pink eyeshadow and rogue she was sporting would last long once she started sweating. (The hot pink lipstick might do better.) As my gaze moved down I saw she'd coordinated it with her outfit her gloves, boots, and shorts were the same shade of pink, edged with white trim.

Staci stared back at me as Carol whispered last minute instructions to her. I still wasn't happy with Carol being in Staci's corner for the fight; she'd seen all of my matches either live or on tape, and was busy whispering in Staci's ear. Cho must have seen how tense I was as I felt her strong hands massaging my shoulders. "Relax," she whispered in my ear. "You're gonna kill her."

The bell rang and I came at Staci cautiously, testing her with a series of flicking jabs. I didn't get much of a chance to explore her defenses as Carol had apparently been teaching Staci dirty tricks; I had barely thrown two punches when she surprised me by coming in and aiming her glove squarely at my crotch. I deflected it, barely, and it hit my upper thigh. Pissed, I flung a left into Staci's flat tummy. She grunted but countered with a quick right to my face, drawing my guard up enough for a followup left hook to my stomach. I gasped, but manage to disengage by covering myself and backing off. Staci pressed her advantage a little too hard, launching herself after me with a huge right bomb that sailed well past my head. Overextended, she couldn't stop me from coming in and peppering her tits with jabs. She covered her large B's with her pink gloves - a rookie mistake; I hit her hard in the stomach and she groaned, then I followed up with a short uppercut that landed under her chin. She fell straight back, smacking hard into the mat.

I wanted to end this quickly and started counting. Egged on by Carol, my girlfriend was back on her feet by four. She glared at me over her gloves and attacked. I had hoped she was still riled up enough to be making mistakes, but she unleashed a methodical attack of quick little jabs and fakes, probing my guard. I had to admit she was better than I expected (or I was rustier than I realized) as she forced me back. Cho bellowed some helpful advice to "fuck her up". I could tell Staci was looking to trap me in one of the corners, probably to unleash God knows what Carol had showed her; luckily for me I'd been practicing my footwork and I caught her flat-footed. I came around to her right and turned her head with a left hook to the face. Staci turned half away from me and I came in, digging a right into her stomach. She shoved me away with a snarl, getting her guard back up before I could capitalize, but she looked rattled. I set a trap for her, throwing jabs at her face, and she obliged me by putting her guard up just a little bit too high; I planted a straight punch right on her waistband and she bent over, covering her tummy and coughing up some spit. One measured uppercut later and Staci was on her back again.
This time it looked like she was going to stay down for a little bit longer. Cho yelled at me to get her trunks, and I obligingly stripped them off, throwing them to my cornerwoman. Staci made it up by six, and she still looked a little woozy, although she put her hands up in a strong guard position. I guess she wasn't as stunned as I thought as she slipped my attack and punched me right in the crotch.

You're not allowed to wear cups in these matches, I've been told, and this hurt probably as much as you'd imagine. Suffice to say I ended up on my side in the fetal position, trying not to cry. Staci grabbed for my trunks - I tried to hold on; it's not easy to get them off wearing gloves - but Staci managed it as she rolled me onto my back, putting a stop to any resistance with a wicked gut punch. I didn't think this was legal, but nobody stopped her, and  she reached down and pulled my shorts off with her teeth. She hoisted them over her head, dancing around the ring as Carol cheered, which at least gave me a chance to start recovering; when she turned around and counted I was back up on my feet by five.

I couldn't help but feel a little cheated; I'd put this whole attack together to knock Staci down and get her bottoms off, and she'd just punched me in the dick to get mine. She motioned me on with her gloves and I had to choke down the urge to just charge her and try to lay her out with one punch. I figured I could get her to think that's what I was doing, at least; I screwed on my meanest face and threw a knockout right that had no chance of getting through her guard. I left my midsection open for her and she came in throwing a hard left, her eyes opening in surprise as I dodged right. Her hands were out of position and I pasted her with a right hook to the jaw. She brought her gloves too high up and I ripped a combo into her stomach, finishing with a short uppercut that had her gagging. She was defenseless now as I got one back by peppering her tits with jabs, drawing strength from Cho cheering me on and scoring my third knockdown with a big right to the temple.

Staci went down on her face with a satisfying splat, but my elation was short lived as she was on her hands and knees by two and back up at five. I hoped she was mad and going to make a mistake, but Carol yelled at her to watch her feet, and we settled into a duel - I tried to use my range to keep Staci too far to land effective hits, and she tried to get in close, where she could use her speed and get two punches for every one of mine.

I admit I was surprised by how good Staci was, but she wasn't quite good enough to press the kind of attack she was trying yet. She managed to close with me a few times, but I managed to back off each time, and she ate punches every time she tried to get close. After one straight right hand that landed right on her nose she took a step back, putting her hands on her knees and panting.

This might have flown in a practice match, but as far as I was concerned this was anything goes, and I came in and slammed a uppercut into her stomach. Staci gagged, bending over in front of me, gloves over her stomach. I put my left glove under her chin and tilted her head up so she was looking into my eyes, then floored her with a massive right hook.

Staci went down in a heap, and I was right on her. I rolled her limp body onto her back, then sat down on her stomach. I leaned down and started working on her tits with my mouth, flicking my tongue over her nipples, taking the left and then the right between my lips as Carol screamed for her to get up. With a groan Staci tried to push me away, but she was too weak to make much of an effort. I slid down, parting her thighs, and that finally brought Staci back to life as she frantically tried to kick me away. I had to back off and she got to her feet, looking a little woozy. I pressed my advantage, coming in and faking a pussy punch that drew her hands way down, then ripped a jab combo into her jaw. She stumbled back with only the barest semblance of a guard, and I followed, throwing punches of opportunity at whatever targets presented themselves - head, breasts, stomach, below the belt. I backed her into the ropes, and she covered her head, leaving me free to pummel her with gut punches. Just when I thought she was going to go down she darted forward off the ropes, not with a punch, but leading with her lips; I was so surprised I didn't stop her from planting a kiss on me. I barely had time to register the sweet taste of her pink lips than she was pressing her tongue into my mouth, and then I felt her forcing my hard cock into the hole in her glove.

I learned later getting a handjob with one of these special boxing gloves is called "getting gloved" - and Staci was distressingly good at it. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd been practicing this on someone; I shook this thought away and tried to escape by pulling away from my girlfriend, but her other glove was behind my head, and she pulled me in deeper. I was dimly aware of Cho screaming something at me, and I brought my hands up, pushing on Staci's shoulders with my gloves. I managed to push her enough so she had to break the kiss, but I was too slow to dodge the vicious left hook she threw into my face the second she had enough room, and the next thing I knew I was laying on the mat on my chest. Instead of counting Staci pounced, pinning me down with her weight, snaking her right arm around my neck in a chokehold. I tried to get up, but I was dizzy and only managed to roll us onto our right sides; this just made it worse as she resumed gloving me with her left hand. I could feel myself getting close to the edge, and if I didn't get out of this in a few seconds I was done for. Luckily my arms were free and I was able to push her left glove away, then threw an elbow back into her stomach. She released the chokehold and I rolled onto my chest and started getting up.

I had only got to my knees when she came in, aiming a knockout hook at my head. Desperately I threw a quick uppercut between her legs. It must have hit home as Stace stopped dead in her tracks with a howl, then bent over and covered her crotch. Panting, I got to my feet as Carol screamed for Staci to get her guard back up. She barely managed to do so before I attacked, but it was sloppy, and I got a quick left into her stomach. She grunted and threw a counter I ducked under. I came in throwing hooks at her breasts - they're just on the border between B and C cups, and made pretty good targets - and Staci backed up, almost running away from me as she tried to catch her breath. In the short term she managed to avoid getting hit with any more punches, but I cut her off from the rest of the the ring and started backing her into one of the empty corners. She lunged at my stomach with a quick right, but this was too little too late and I knocked it aside, coming in on her with a big left hook to the jaw. She spun away from me into the corner, and I came up behind her. With my left glove I cupped her left breast as best I could, and I moved my right arm around her body, sliding my right glove between her legs.

Stace's gloves had that special hole to work my cock, but my own gloves had been modified as well; the thumb section on each glove's outside edge was polished soft and slick, and I pressed it against Staci's bare pussy, rubbing gently. She slumped back against me with a groan, and I leaned my head down, sucking on her neck. I seemed to have found her weak spot as as Staci was in dreamland, not hearing Carol's screaming at her to fight back. My girlfriend slowly started coming around after a bit, sluggishly pushing herself away from me. I spun her to face me and slammed a knockout right hook into her face. She went straight back into the corner, grabbing the middle ropes awkwardly with her gloves, and bent over, barely standing. Moving in for the kill I used my left arm to push her up so she was standing straight, then started hitting her with my right, marching my punches up from just above her pussy, through her stomach, some tit hits that had her cursing, then hard hooks that turned her head with each impact. I finished her off with two last hard right hooks leading into an uppercut. No longer being held up by my left arm, I guided her down she was sitting on the corner, knees pulled up to her chest.

It was pretty clear she was done, but I didn't want to just count her out; I wanted to do something really special for the finish. I dragged her as gently as possible to the center of the ring and laid her out flat. What could I do to make her give up?

A lightblub went off as I hit on the one thing we hadn't done yet. I rolled Staci over and shucked my right glove, pulling my girlfriend up on all fours, kneeling behind her.  I pointed my cock at her asshole, moving until the crown was brushing up against her pucker. "Give it up, Stace," I growled as threateningly as possible. I pushed forward slightly and she yelped; I asked if she gave and she shook her head no.

So what could I do? I held position for a second as Cho came galloping out of my corner with a tube of KY jelly. She eagerly went to work coating my cock in it, then turned her attention to Staci, rubbing it in until Stace's brown eye was glistening. That was all the invitation I needed; I didn't even ask Staci if she wanted to give up again, I just pushed in, the warm, slick friction making me groan in pleasure. Staci let out a moan, her face pushed into the mat, and I started fucking her ass. I didn't go too quick, both because I wanted this to last, and I didn't want to hurt her. With my free right hand I started playing with her clit, rubbing it in a gentle circle; doing this while slowly easing in and out of her asshole was kind of like chewing gum and walking, but it felt great, and going from Staci's moans she wasn't feeling too bad either. Despite the pace, my girlfriend's warm, tight, lubed ass was wrecking my endurance; I felt myself creeping up on the edge, resisting the temptation to speed up as I went up the pleasure curve. I reached the point of no return and gripped Staci's hips, throwing my head back with a cry of victory as I started spurting into her ass. I hilted my cock as I came, her muscles squeezing against me as I emptied my balls.

Finished, I pulled out and rolled Staci onto her back. I asked if she was okay, and she managed a nod. I leaned down for a quick kiss on her forehead then got to my feet, holding my arms high in victory as Cho ran out of the corner and crushed me with a massive hug.

I didn't know at the time, but that was the last singles match I'd have for a very long while; I sure went out on a high note, and as I pulled Staci up and into a victory hug, I wouldn't have traded anything in the world for how I felt at that moment.

Scott's Boxing Adventure (Chapter 5)

Three weeks later I had the "real fight" Carol had promised me. I found myself at yet another anonymous little gym for a match with a friend of Carol's I'd met a few times, a middle aged landscaper named Cho. The first impression didn't exactly fill me with dread; she was physically much less impressive than my last opponent's rock-hewn physique, looking more like a tank at 5'6" and at least 230 pounds of flab-coated muscle. Her fat, droopy tits almost reached down to her belly button, topped by two big, dark nipples. I looked up, meeting her eyes; her flat, broad, round face gazed at me impassively under her heavy bangs, the rest of her black hair cut into a very simple fan that fell down to her shoulders. I checked out her outfit; worn red gloves, plain white and red trunks, white boots; she didn't even have a silk robe with her name on it, which I'd recently acquired for myself (black silk with SCOTT in gold on the back.)

Carol called us to the center of the ring. She really enjoyed the whole ref routine, getting into it as she barked that she wanted a "good fight," whatever that meant. Cho didn't take her eyes off me, and when Carol told us to touch gloves, Cho leaned in and whispered "You can call me mama." I nodded, at a loss what to say to that. Carol waved us back to our corners, then slid out of the ring and rang the bell.

I was brash out of the gate, coming at Cho with an aggressive mix of jabs and quick hooks. Cho weathered the assault well, holding me off without even needing to give any ground. I learned quickly she wasn't as nimble as some of my other opponents, but she was among the most skilled; before I could make much progress with my attack she took a snap shot at my unprepared stomach.

Her hit wasn't that hard, but it made me pause for a second, and that was all the opening Cho needed to unleash a combo of jabs, alternating hits to my jaw, sides, and gut, the last one leavening me open for a slower aimed straight punch that slammed into my face. I took a step back, but my guard was now too high, out of position, and she punished me with a left-right set of hooks into my stomach. I fell down to my knees, covering myself, and Cho started calmly counting.

I was back on my feet by three, but she gave me until eight. Then she came at me. I was starting to feel overmatched; I had speed, I had reach, and I had all the energy of a horny 20 year old, but Cho's methodical skill had so far negated all my advantages.

So I took a more defensive tack, trying to keep enough space between us for my reach advantage to let me hit her unanswered; this fell apart quickly. I'll be the first to admit that I'd neglected to spend much time on my footwork, and I just couldn't keep enough distance between the two of us; every time I tried to back up or swing to the side she stuck right on me. She wasn't landing too many punches, and they didn't have overwhelming power, but she managed to get her body weight into most of the hits she planted. She was wearing me down and I made a mistake, overcommitting to a big right hook that I had intended to back her up; instead she came in around it, turning my head with a left jab, then bending me over with a followup right to the stomach. I braced myself for the knockout punch, but instead Cho pulled me towards her. Surprise robbed me of any ability to fight back and she stuffed my face between her sweaty tits. She locked a breast smother on with both her arms behind my head, keeping me stuck there even as I fruitlessly pushed on her.

Quickly running low on breath, I started trying to throw punches into Cho's sides, but I was blind and at a bad angle. She just held on, pulling me in even more, if possible. She started walking forward, driving me along with her; I planted my legs to try and stop her, but the lack of oxygen was weakening me. I felt my back touch the ropes and Cho released me from the hold. I opened my mouth to take a big gulp of air and she landed a cruel stomach punch, stopping me cold. She pushed my shoulders against the ropes and started using my midsection like a heavy bag, slamming home punch after punch. I was defenseless, only held up by my arms draped over the ring ropes, doing my best not to throw up.

When she left off, I was a wreck; I couldn't even lift my arms. Cho got on her knees in front of me, and I stared down at her as she leaned forward.  She pressed her face into my crotch, rubbing her nose against my dick. Despite myself I started getting hard, and as soon as I started pitching a tent she started licking my unit through my trunks. I leaned back into the ropes as she moved her lips up and down my rod, the loose silk rubbing gently against my dick. This felt great and I took a breather, telling myself I'd just catch my breath while she worked me over. After a minute or two I was feeling a little bit better (and she was getting me alarmingly aroused); I reached down to try and push her away, but she held on, pulling my shorts down to my ankles. I reached back for another attempt, but she stopped me cold as she started licking my cock. I couldn't help moaning as she flicked her tongue over my bare tip.

As good as this had felt with my silk trunks in the way, it was enough to immobilize me with pleasure as she started sucking on my bare rod. I might have just given it up right there but for Carol yelling at me to do something; then she threatened that I wouldn't get another match for a year if I didn't move my ass. I reached down and pushed Cho away; this time I managed to get enough muscle to back her off as she got to her feet and mercifully took a few steps back.  

I came off the ropes to meet her and, having forgotten that my trunks were down around my ankles, fell right on my face with my first step. I kicked my trunks off and was up by four, although Cho gave me a standing eight count before lumbering at me. I was still woozy and pretty close to cumming, and my immediate goal was just to hold her off until I could recover. Unfortunately for me I had only managed to get about six inches away from the ropes, and Cho came in with the same methodical attack she'd used near the start of the fight when I had fruitlessly tried to use my reach advantage. I didn't have any ground to give up; What other edge did I have over her?

Out of desperation, I went in for a slugging match. I figured I was younger, stronger, in better shape, and in a straight up punch for punch exchange I'd come out on top. Cho obliged me and we stood toe to toe, not even bothering with jabs, going right to laying big hooks and straights into each other.

At first I thought this was working great; Although I was getting hit with a lot of punches, Cho seemed to be getting it even worse, helped by the fact that I could hurt her by tagging her tits. (There was one beautiful left hook that hit her right breast, sending it flying to the side in a shower of sweat - the camera got a great angle on this one, and Carol emailed me the still a few days later.) I even managed to start driving Cho back towards the middle of the ring. Cho could absorb a lot of punishment, but I could tell she was getting hurt as her soft stomach started bruising up. Her punches started losing a little bit of speed and power and I pressed in for the kill. I managed to ring her up with a unanswered combo of hooks to her body that left her reeling. I unloaded a left and a right into her face, then got her with a textbook uppercut that landed on her chin. Cho's head snapped back and she went down, slamming into the mat with the sweetest smack of sweaty skin on canvas I could remember.

I watched Cho, unsure if I should count or get her bottoms; she lay still for a second, her heavy breasts rising and falling as she gulped down air, but as she started stirring I knew there was no way she was knocked out. I darted in and stripped of her trunks, then backed off as she slowly got to her feet, and I gave her a standing eight since she'd done the same for me. She shook her head and we closed.

I hoped to pick up where we left off, but Cho was having none of that; every time I closed with her she'd dance out of the way while throwing a counterpunch. I couldn't crack her defense, and her constant blows started taking a toll on me again; while we were going toe to toe I'd managed to ignore most of the damage from all the punches she'd hit me with, but they were starting to catch up with me now as I came down from the adrenaline high. I found myself panting, chasing her around the ring. I stopped to take a breather and I must have left my guard slack as Cho sprung forward, slipping her left glove between my hands. It was a quick little jab and it didn't have much power, but it stung, and I instinctively threw a counter with my right. Thus must have been what Cho was waiting for as she knocked it away and landed her right glove squarely in my solar plexus. I backed away covering myself, but she found another gap in my guard and smacked a quick left into my face. I gave ground, trying to keep my guard steady, but no matter where I put my hands she found a way in; I was tired and getting sluggish, and I retreated under a unanswered hail of blows until my back hit the ropes. I made an attempt to escape by going around Cho, but she cut me off; I tried to back her up with a right, but my speed was sapped, and she simply took it on the gloves, then came in and bent me over with a hard left to my aching stomach. I had to grab the ropes and hang on to avoid going down; Cho came in for the kill and started working me over like a heavy bag.
Once again I found myself hanging on the ropes, but I was in very bad shape this time; I knew if I let go I wouldn't be able to stand, and all I could do was soak up punishment as Cho hit me with punch after punch. After about fifteen blows she went into a finishing combo, pounding me with heavy punches to the stomach, then a few hooks to the jaw, finishing with a crushing uppercut that hit me so hard I stood straight up. I fell forward, watching in slow motion as the mat came up and hit me in the face.

Somehow I managed to roll over, my vision swimming as I saw Cho standing over me; through my ringing ears I could distantly hear her counting me out. At ten she shucked her gloves and dragged me to the center of the ring. As she laid me spread-eagle I still couldn't move. She squatted between my legs, grabbing my cock with one hand and my nuts with the other. She milked my balls and worked on my rod with two fingers and a thumb; I got hard in her hand and she stroked me until I was fully erect. She released me and moved up, positioning herself over my hips. She pushed her pussy lips apart and eased down. I gasped as I entered her, and she slid down until I was completely inside her. 

She started fucking me cowgirl style, and Cho rode me like she'd fought: Slow, steady, and certain. My girlfriend is more of a slamfucker, and I wasn't used to my opponent's technique; as she slid her hips back up I tried to thrust up into her, but she gently pushed down on my stomach. I got the message and lay flat and she went to work.

Cho set a pattern where she lifted herself up until just the head of my cock was still in her, then slid down in one slow, sure stroke, clenching her pussy muscles as she hilted herself on me. After just a second she relaxed, then started the upstroke, up until only my tip was still inside, hovering for just a second, then starting another downstroke as I writhed under her.

It's fair to say this drove me wild. I don't know how long she rode me; I was already a sweaty mess after the beating I'd taken, and my brain almost shut down as I couldn't focus on anything but the maddening pleasure Cho was driving into my shaft, the hypnotic bounce of her heavy tits as she slid up and down, and the rhythmic, panting gasps we were both letting loose. I felt the need for release building, becoming maddening, almost torturous as Cho fucked me. Finally the dam burst; I went over the edge during one of her downstrokes. I bucked weakly against her, spurting into her pussy, my climax all the more powerful for having been slowly built. Cho finished the stroke, pinning my shaking hips against the mat, sitting there squeezing and releasing as my balls drained into her. I lay as limp as I'd ever been, barely aware enough of what was going on to be surprised as she leaned down and kissed the top of my head.
Cho climbed off me and I dimly realized she hadn't finished yet as she straddled my head. I took a deep breath and she sat down, pressing her hairy, cum-spattered pussy into my face. All I could do was hold on as she got herself off, smearing the pungent mix of my jizz and her juices around as she rubbed her cunt over my nose and mouth.

And that's how my "real fight" ended; Cho got herself off, then we hugged, and I dragged myself to the back to take a shower. Despite my loss (and barely being able to walk after what Cho had done to me) I was feeling pretty good, and already thinking about my next fight. Little did I know how awry my plans were about to go.