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.