A grudge match against my husband's old girlfriend.
By Mrs. Pilot
I meet Dawn in a 6 round boxing match.


This is a story that took place several years ago. I had joined a lady's
boxing club with my friend Dora. I finally worked up the courage to appear in
my first bout and did surprising well. I found that I enjoyed boxing
especially when my opponent was on the receiving end. My right hand was and
still is very devastating. I had won a number of club matches and had a couple
of knockouts to my credit when this story took place.

The club had a grudge night every Wednesday. This was where two ladies could
settle their grievances. Some of these matches were very entertaining. My
friend Dora, with the help of her neighbor Linda, arranged a bout for me with
an old flame of my husbands. To say that Dawn and I hated each other would be
an understatement. I was 5'5", weighed 130 lbs. and measured 40D-33-38. Dawn
was 5' 2", weighed about 125 lbs. and measured about 36C-29-35. Dora had me
convinced that Dawn wouldn't last the first round. Remember that remark!!

Dora and Linda made the arrangements for a Wednesday night fight. It would be
six rounds, wearing 10-oz gloves and little more. We would fight topless
wearing a string bikini bottom. I wasn't in the habit of displaying this much
body but the audience would be female club members only or so I thought. I
should have known better as the club and my friend arranged for my husband to
witness the match, if fact he had a ringside seat.

A word from Rob; I had no idea what was going on. Dora's husband came over and
told me the girls wanted us to meet them at the gym. I just figured they were
leaving early and we were going to a bar. We arrived at the gym and were
informed that we were guests for the next match. I knew something was up when
I saw Dawn enter the ring and my heart almost stopped when Gail followed.
These two hated each other; one or both would get hurt. Dora and Linda were
quick to make my presence known to both ladies. Dawn blew me a kiss, telling
me that she would make it quick for Gail but not painless. I could tell that
Gail was really irritated. I hoped it wouldn't affect her performance. The
ladies were ready. Dawn was first to remove her shirt. She was wearing a black
string bikini. Her breasts were as I remembered, about a 36C with gigantic
nipples. My wife was wearing a red string bikini. I don't think Gail had ever
been this undressed in a public place before. Gail's 40Ds were larger but Dawn
had her for size in the nipple department.

Round 1

We move together quickly, both trying to hurt the other. It's toe to toe for
about 30 seconds. I'm not sure who got the most punches in but I felt numb. We
cool off a little and begin to box. Dawn manages to maneuver me into the
corner, creating an opening for a colossal right hand that crushes my left
breast. That one hurt. I can't get out of the corner as Dawn drives a left
into my breasts, then a right to my cheek that has me seeing stars. She's
smaller than I am. How can she punch so hard? I lash out with a combination to
Dawn's midsection, driving her back and escaping the corner. Dawn ruthlessly
threads a big right through my guard, nailing me on the chin. My legs feel
rubbery but I counter with a right uppercut to Dawn's left breast. The force
causes her huge nipple to smack against her shoulder. Dawn shrieks out. The
pace slows a little as we jab at each other. These jabs aren't power punches
but they do sting. The bell ends the round.

We are both tired, sweating profusely, and gasping for breath. I stretch out
on the corner stool. Dora sponges me off with cold water. I look at Rob and
smile. What will he think if I lose? My breasts are reddened. I can feel a
tightening under my left eye. Dawn's breasts and midsection are red. Her face
isn't marked. I tell Dora that she punches hard. Dawn says something to Rob
and I see red.

Round 2

I go out to knock her block off. This is not a good move. We end up in Dawn's
corner with me taking a stiff right to the top of my bikini. I just about
faint from the pain. I try to hang on and tie Dawn up but she unloads an
uppercut to my jaw. I fall backwards onto the top rope. My arms are draped
over the ropes, leaving my entire body exposed. Dawn grins as she nails each
of my bare breasts before the referee can free me from the ropes. I'm dazed,
my tits are throbbing as the ref gives me an 8 count. The ref motions to box,
Dawn moves in and things go dark. Rob will fill you in, as I don't remember.
Dawn's right met Gail's chin as she walked in and lights out. Gail goes down,
breasts bouncing as her butt hits the canvas. She's in front of me, struggling
to get to her knees. She makes it up on her hands and knees, her bum against
the ropes, a foot in front of me. Gail makes it to her feet but is wobbly. The
ref cleans her gloves, but the bell ends the round before Dawn can inflict
more damage. At this point I think it's enough and tell Dora to toss the towel
in. Dora shakes her head, no, and informs me that they agreed to fight to a
knockout.

I wasn't able to recover from the right I took to the tummy. My breasts are
crimson now and very sore. I can feel my left eye swelling shut. I wasn't able
to inflict much damage on Dawn this round but her breasts look redder and
Linda has ice on them. I wince as Dora applies an ice pack to my breasts. I
know that I can't take another round like the last one. I smile at Rob but he
knows that I'm hurting.

Round 3

Dawn moves out pursuing me, looking to end the match. I must stay defensive,
although Dora told me to be the aggressor. Dawn with a couple of jabs, one
connects with my tender breast. I cringe, but send a booming right that lands
high on Dawn's left cheek and eye. Dawn is stunned and I unload a left hook
into her right eye. Dawn reels back into the ropes. I follow with a left/right
combination to her breasts. Dawn screams out, going to her knees, taking a 7
count before standing. The ref cleans Dawn's gloves, then motions for us to
box. I move in to finish Dawn off but end up on the mat. Rob describes it.
Gail walked into a looping left hook. The punch caught her on the right cheek,
whipping her head to her left. She falls breasts first to the mat. Gail is
very slow to get to her feet, just beating the ref's count of 10.

Everything is fuzzy as the ref waves us to box. I think that my gloves are up.
Dawn fakes a right to my head, then connects with a left/right combination to
the top of my panties. Oh, that hurts. I grab Dawn and hang on to prevent
myself from going down. The bell ends the round and saves me.

I didn't think I could survive the last two punches to my tummy. She knows
that she hurt me. Dawn has a sizable mouse under both eyes with a nick on her
left eyebrow. Her breasts are showing bruises; her huge nipples have abrasions
from my gloves. My breasts are swollen and sore. I can feel both my eyes
tightening. I know that I can't go another 3 rounds.

Round 4

We jab back and forth. We both wince from the jabs. We move into my corner
with Dawn again going low to my tummy. I gasp expelling my mouthpiece but am
able to unload a right that lands on Dawn's left eyebrow. The punch splits her
eyebrow open. The ref halts the action to check the eye. A much needed break
for me. Dawn wants to continue; the ref says ok for now. We square off. Dawn
is relentless, always stalking me. I now wonder if Dawn will defeat me in
front of Rob. Dawn's left glove always seems to be making contact with the top
of my bikini and it hurts like hell. I'm able to get a glancing right hook to
her jaw. Dawn staggers into the ropes. I follow to try and finish her off with
another right. She ducks, I'm wide open and take a left/right combination to
my right tit. I scream out in pain. Dawn thinks that she has me now, but as
she advances I meet her with a low left that stuns her, then a right uppercut
to her jaw. Dawn falls flat on her back, sprawled out motionless on the
canvas. The ref counts her out before she is able to move. I've won. I wait
for Linda and the ref to revive Dawn. I want to be sure that she's ok before I
leave the ring. I intend to spend some quality time in the hot tub with Rob.

The next morning, I'm so sore that I can barely walk. Both my eyes are swollen
and dark but not what you would call black. I can't get my bra on and my tummy
is rigid. The only good thing is the news from Dora that Dawn has two black
eyes. Later, I get a call from the club wanting to arrange a rematch. Dawn and
Linda are claiming that my left was a low blow and I shouldn't have won. I
have no intention of a rematch but Rob thinks that I could knock her out
again.

There was a rematch six weeks later!!!

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