Grace vs Doug
by Ringer  
Doug failed at wrestling, now he must box Grace to win her attention

	Doug couldn't get her out of his mind.  Her name was Grace, a 17 
year old oriental friend of his sister's.  A few weeks earlier Doug 
wrestled her in their Rec room and lost three straight falls, each by a 
pin.  If Grace was some six foot, bodybuilding amazon that wouldn't be so 
bad, but Grace was only 5' 2" and maybe 105 pounds at most.  But,oh what a 
fabulous 105 pounds she was!  Beautiful smooth round face, large and 
slightly slanted dark brown eyes, and long full-bodied black hair.  Her 
body was any man's wet dream!  Sturdy athletic arms and shoulders, trim 
flat stomach, smooth thickly muscled legs supporting the most perfectly 
rounded ass Doug had ever seen.  But of all of Grace's assets, and she had 
many, her large, firm breasts were the topper.  Doug imagined that men 
went to war for the privilege of tasting and fondling breasts like 
Grace's.  Wow!!!

	 Doug knew that there was no excuse for his poor performance. After 
all he  outweighed her by 40 pound and was six inches taller.  Doug was 
trim, in good shape and not a bad wrestler against most opponents his age, 
which is 19.  After humiliating Doug three times in front of his sister, 
Grace said that she'd be willing to go out with him, if he could pin her 
in a rematch.  Ever since then all he could think about was wrestling 
Grace again.

	The ring of the telephone startled Doug from his reverie. "Hello, 
Doug, it's Grace.  You remember me don't you?"

	Doug thought his heart had just jumped into his throat.  He was so 
excited he could barely answer.  "Y..Y..Yes, I remember you", he 
stuttered.  To himself he thought, "How could I ever forget!  I dream 
about you night and day!"

	"Well I haven't heard from you, and I was wondering if you're still 
interested in that date I promised you", said Grace.  Doug couldn't 
believe what he was hearing.  He answered excitedly, "Yeah, sure I'm 
interested, you just name the time and place".

	"Wait a minute", Grace interjected, "don't you remember our deal?  
Before I go out with you we have to have a rematch." Before Doug could 
answer, Grace continued "I figured you were just nervous the last time, 
fighting in front of your sister.  So I've arranged for us to have a 
boxing ring all to ourselves at the Senica street gym.  I want you to meet 
me there tomorrow at 9:30.  This is your big chance to prove to me, once 
and for all, what a stud you really are.  Oh yeah, wear that sexy little 
bathing suit you wore the last time, OK?"

	Doug was stunned, for a moment he couldn't answer.  Then when Grace 
said, "Hey, Doug, you there?", he answered "Ya, I'm here.  S..Sure, I'll 
be there.  9:30, Senica gym."

	"Right, Senica street gym.  I'm reeeally looking forward to it,  
Byyyeee".  Grace hung up and Doug was left dumbfounded. 


	It took Doug a while to recover, but even then he was filled with 
both fear and excitement.  He really wasn't any more prepared to wrestle 
Grace now than he was the last time.  But how could he pass up another 
chance to be breast to chest with the woman that he thought was the most 
beautiful in the world.  Now all he had to do was get his cock under 
control.  It had gotten so hard he was having difficulty walking.

	That night Doug had trouble sleeping, he kept replaying those 
humiliating pins over and over in his mind.  How could he counter Grace's 
skill and her strength, which he feared was much greater than his own.  
The next day seemed to go very slowly.  Doug looking at the clock 
frequently. 

	Finally, it was time to go to the gym.  Doug put on his small blue 
bathing trunks under his street cloths.  While he was dressing he realized 
that he was no slouch.  He was really quite trim, if not muscular.  Doug 
decided that this time he was going to really concentrate and pin Grace, 
once and for all.

	When Doug got to the gym he noticed that the front lights were out 
and the building looked closed, but there were still a few cars in the 
parking lot.  He pulled the door.  It was unlocked so he went in.  He was 
greeted by a tall brunette in her 30's who he didn't know. 

	"Who are you?  Where's Grace?", said Doug.  "Hi, I'm Barbara, I run 
this place.  You must be Doug. Grace is waiting for you in the gym.  
You're as cute as she said you were.  Come on, I'll take you to her".

	Barbara lead a very wary Doug through what looked like a typical 
fitness center.  "This is just the part of the gym where we make our 
money, you know weight training, aerobics.  Back here is where the real 
action is".  Barbara was obviously proud of her place.  She took Doug 
through a small corridor to a door that opened out into what was clearly a 
fight gym, complete with wrestling mats, a wide assortment of punching 
bags and two full-sized boxing rings.  Doug could not help but be 
impressed.

	"Grace is over there, warming up", said Barbara.  "You're a brave 
guy", she continued "Grace has K.O.ed plenty of girls your size."

	"What do you mean KO?', Doug replied, "I came here to wrestle". 

	"That's not what she says.  Go over and see her", said Barbara, 
"When you're ready, I'll show you to the locker room and help you get 
ready".

	Doug walked towards the part of the gym where he could hear the 
thuds of leather against leather.  There he saw Grace, shadow boxing and 
punching a heavy bag.  The bag was being held by a tanned, muscular blond 
who looked like she could take first place in any middleweight 
bodybuilding contest.  
   

	Aside from small padded gloves and calf-high boxing boots Grace was 
wearing skimpy black gym shorts that were cut to reveal her thighs up to 
the hip, and a black, paper-thin, low cut athletic bra that showed off her 
perfect breast to advantage.  She had a fine sheen of perspiration all 
over her upper body that gave her an animal-like glow.  Whatever worries 
or misgivings that Doug had about being there were swept away with the 
sight of her.

	As Grace stopped her warm-up and approached him, Doug felt the hot 
wave of lust that had overcome him so many times in the weeks since their 
last encounter.  His cock was throbbing uncontrollably.  "I was hoping 
that you wouldn't resist my challenge", said Grace, "Now we're going to 
find out what you're really made of".

	With a start, Doug came to.  "What are you talking about, I thought 
we were going to wrestle", he said.

	"That was last time.", Grace replied, "I'd like to try something 
different".  At this point Grace was no more than a foot from Doug.  She 
put her gloved hands on her hips in a way that made her firm breasts rise 
up at Doug, as though she was offering them to him.  Before Doug could 
protest, Grace continued in the sexiest voice Doug had ever heard, "Here's 
the deal.  We box for six rounds.  If you knock me down, even once, not 
only will I go out with you, I'll give you a night you'll tell you 
grandchildren about.  You'd like that wouldn't you?".   

	Doug was too entranced to notice that Grace was stroking the 
hardness in his crotch as she talked.  "Only once, huh?", he said weakly. 

	"Yeah, you only have to knock me down once.  You can do that, can't 
you?", Grace said.  "Yeah, sure", Doug replied. 

	"Good, so you follow Barbara over there and she'll get you aaaall 
ready.  Don't make me wait".  Once Doug was out of earshot, the blond 
bodybuilder said to Grace "So, you're bored and you need a new pet, huh?".  
"Sparring partner", Grace replied. 

	"Hah!" said the blond, "you'll get more fight out this heavy bag 
than him."  "Hmmmm, you may be right", said Grace, "But Dougie's going to 
be a lot more fun to play with when the fight's over".

	Barbara took Doug to the locker room, where he stipped down to his 
trunks and bare feet.  She asked him about his boxing experience, which 
was limited, and talked about the gym to make him feel more comfortable.  
Barbara tried to be a pro boxer.  When that didn't work out she opened 
this gym where she trains women and girls who want learn how to wrestle 
and box. 

	It was clear from the way that Barbara wrapped Doug's hands that  
she knew what she was doing.  She admired Doug's physique as she worked.  
"If I was a few years younger, I wouldn't mind spending some time with 
this one myself", she thought to herself,  "I hope Grace takes it easy on 
him". 

	Barbara fitted Doug with a pair of black, six ounce gloves. "Aren't 
these kind of small?", Doug asked.  "This is the size we use in real 
fights here", Barbara answered "unless you just want to play pattie cake".  
Doug's face turned red with embarrassment.  "No, I want to have it out 
with her.  If she wants me to knock her down, I'll knock her down good!"

	Doug and Barbara walked out to the gym.  Grace was already in the 
ring, now wearing black six ounce gloves.  She was lightly dancing and 
shadow boxing.  She and the blond gave a hoot of approval when they saw 
Doug in nothing but his gloves and trunks.  Barbara called them together 
for their instructions before the match.  There would be no holding, 
kicking or pushing.  Any target above the belt was legal.  If Grace was 
knocked down Doug would win.  If she was standing after six rounds, she 
would be the winner.  Since this was a personal fight, most of the rules 
about knockdowns and TKOs were waived.

	Doug tried to keep a straight face and concentrate on the fight 
before him.  He made attempts at working his arms and feet as though he 
was shadow boxing, but was not very convincing.  Barbara acted as both 
referee and Doug's second. 

	Before returning to her corner for the start of the first round 
Grace purred "I'll give you the first round to show me what you've got."  
With a quick left jab and right cross in Doug's direction she added, 
"After that, it's open season, Dougie."

	The bell sounded for round one.  Grace immediately had her fists up 
as she danced to the center of the ring.  Doug put his fists up and 
stepped forward as well.  They circled each other for a few moments, 
neither one really throwing a punch.  "Hey Dougie, you'd better get busy", 
Grace taunted, "no knockdown, no nookie".

	All of Doug's experience told him that Grace was a strong fighter 
and a deadly serious opponent.  Even with that he couldn't help but be 
entranced by this gorgeous, little powerhouse as she bobbed and weaved in 
front of him.  A quick rap on his left glove brought him to his senses.  
"Hey, Dougie, let's get going!", Grace said.

	She had called him "Dougie" once too often.  Doug came after Grace 
with strong jabs and hooks.  It was clear that he wasn't a trained boxer.  
Grace had no trouble dodging or blocking almost every blow.  Grace stayed 
on her toes and danced to her left, making Doug chase after her.  At one 
point, Doug tried a series of haymakers.  Grace caught a few on her gloves 
and ducked the rest. "You're not going to hurt me like that, Dougie", 
Grace taunted. 

	This enraged Doug.  He came after her with all he had.  Lefts and 
rights flew with abandon.  Grace weathered the attack, bobbing, ducking 
and covering up when necessary.  Doug came at Grace so hard that at one 
point he had her trapped against the ropes.  He pummeled her as hard as he 
could.  Grace swayed back and forth and grunted as his punches hit her 
arms and gloves.  Doug stepped back to deliver the finishing haymaker.  As 
he let it fly, Grace ducked under it and moved off the rope.  Doug lost 
his balance and fell into the ropes, while Grace danced lightly on her 
toes behind him.  "Almost had me there, Dougie", she said sarcastically.  
She was obviously unaffected. 

	With that, the bell sounded for the end of round one.  "Remember, 
Dougie, next round, it's open season".  Grace lightly danced back to her 
corner.  She chose to stand in between rounds as her second rubbed her 
shoulders and arms.  Doug sat in his corner, leaning against the corner 
pad.  He was tired and frustrated.  Barbara toweled him off and gave him 
something to wet his mouth.  "You want her bad, don't you Doug", Barbara 
asked.  "Yeah, I do", answered Doug, hitting his gloves together.  "Well 
if you want her, you gotta go out there and get her", said Barbara.  
Barbara hoped that she wouldn't regret having said that when the fight was 
over.

	Ding!, Ding! It was time for round two.  Grace didn't waste any 
time.  She met Doug only a few steps from his corner with a left hook that 
knocked him off balance followed by two punches to the stomach and a right 
cross to the cheek.  Doug reeled towards the ropes.  Grace bore into him 
with a combination to the body that bent him over and an overhand left 
sent him to the canvas near his corner.

	The blond in Graces corner screamed and cheered "Wow!, Yaaah!, Get 
him!"  Barbara winced with every blow.  "That poor kid", she thought, 
"Grace is out to murder him".  She began the count, "One..., Two..."

	Doug was hurt, but not that badly.  Mostly, he realized that this 
was a real fight and Grace was out to win.  As he looked up at Grace with 
her gloves cocked and ready for more action it suddenly dawned on him how 
big her arm and shoulder muscles were.  He picked himself up at the count 
of five.  Barbara checked him and his gloves, then stepped back and called 
"Box!".

	Grace laid into him with both barrels.  Doug tried to go toe to toe 
with her, but was out boxed and out punched at every turn.  Grace feinted 
to the head, drawing Doug's guard up.  She leaned into him and blasted 
Doug's lower body with three and four punch combinations.  Doug responded 
with hooks that were blocked and crosses that swiped air, only to be 
pounded in the face or ribs.

	 "Come on, Doug", Grace chided, "don't let me hit you so easily."  
Doug weighed in again with wild swinging punches.  Each was answered by 
Grace with alternating shots to the jaw and stomach.  By the end of the 
round Grace was doubling up on her punches.  An uppercut below the ribs 
and a left cross to the chin threw Doug into the ropes.  He was saved from 
Grace's follow up by the bell.


	Grace returned to her corner, with her second screaming and cheering 
her on.  Doug took a moment to return to his corner.  He slumped into the 
chair and tried to catch his breath.  The round had taken a lot out of 
him.  He was starting to show the signs of battle with black and blue 
marks on his stomach and a bruise on his right cheek.  He tried to collect 
his thoughts for the next round. 

	"I'm not doing too well, am I?" he asked Barbara.  Barbara didn't 
answer.  After a moment she said "You've got to protect yourself out 
there.  You go toe to toe with her and she'll kill you.  Cover up more.  
Let her come to you".  Given his poor showing he decided to take Barbara's 
advice.

	  At the bell for round three Doug got out of his corner quickly and 
moved to a part of the ring where he could maneuver better.  Grace was 
warmed up and reaching her stride in this round.  She waded into Doug with 
jabs and hooks.  Doug stayed in a more defensive position and 
counterpunched when possible. 

	Even with this, Grace had Doug backing up for most of the round.  
Doug paid dearly for the one time that he tried to hold his ground.  A 
feint to the stomach set Doug up for a brutal left hook to the temple 
followed by one-two-three-four rapid fire left jabs to the cheek and eye.  
A steaming right cross from Grace swung Doug's dazed head around.  As Doug 
tried to cover his battered face, Grace stepped inside and unloaded 
repeated left-right combinations to Doug's unguarded midsection.

	Grace was so much shorter than Doug that the only way he could stop 
the beating was to crouch down and cover up.  With that, Grace took one 
step back and fired a brutal right uppercut to Doug's chin, which snapped 
his head up and exposed it for the follow up left hook to the jaw.  Grace 
added an overhand right to the temple for good measure, though it really 
wasn't necessary.  Doug crumbled to the canvas.

	Barbara pushed Grace towards a neutral corner and began the count.  
At "three!" Doug's head stopped spinning enough to hear straight.  At 
"eight!" he managed to get to one knee and at "nine!' he rose to his feet, 
albeit not very steadily.  "Are you going to continue?", Barbara asked 
him. "Yeah" Doug replied.  "O.K., then", said Barbara and she stepped back 
and with a short hand signal said "Box!".  The round ended a few moments 
later. 

	The contrast between the fighters after just three rounds was stark.  
Grace, while a bit tired, looked very fresh.  She was still standing 
between rounds, lightly dancing and moving her arms to keep them loose.  
She showed no real marks from the fight. 

	Doug looked spent.  He sat in his chair leaning back on the corner 
pad, his arms hanging with his gloves in his lap.  He was sweating and 
breathing heavily and his face and body showed the signs of battle.  The 
bruise on his cheek had puffed up and covered his entire eye.  He also had 
smaller bruises on his jaw and ribs. 

	"Are you sure you want to continue?", Barbara asked as she tended to 
Doug's bruises.  "I can't quite now", he said weakly, "all I've got to do 
is knock her down once" Barbara did not reply.  She thought to herself, 
"Either, this guy is punch drunk, or he wants Grace to knock him out".  
She couldn't decide which was the case, that is until a moment later, when 
Grace called from across the ring.

	"Hey, Doug!  You're not doing too well, so I'm going to give you a 
little extra incentive."  With that her second pulled down Grace's gym 
shots.  Underneath she wore only the tiniest of black, thong panties.  
Then her second removed Grace's athletic bra.  With her fabulous breasts 
swinging free Grace said, "There!  You've been wet dreaming about this 
body for weeks now, haven't you Doug?  All you gotta do is knock me down.  
Are you man enough to handle it?"

	Grace went back to light shadow boxing in her corner, but virtually 
naked as she was, her dance took on an entirely different meaning.  That 
meaning wasn't lost on Doug.  He may not have been bright enough to see it 
coming, but Doug knew now that he was licked.  Oh yah, he'd come out for 
the fourth round, but he already knew what was waiting for him.

	Doug settled in to watch Grace work her seduction.  She alternated 
between playfully pouting kisses at Doug while dancing lightly in a way 
that showed off her large firm breasts, and working her fists in the air 
with those powerfully muscled arms and shoulders.  Then she turned to face 
her corner, shadow boxing at the corner pad.  This gave Doug a clear view 
of that perfect, round, hard ass and her powerful thighs and back.   

	The erotic contrast that Grace presented of sex goddess and warrior 
princess was way too much for Doug.  By the time the bell rang for round 
four, he was in a lust-crazed stupor that made him easy meat for Grace's 
lethal fists.  Grace took full advantage of Doug's condition.  She was 
relentless, jabbing, jabbing, moving in and hooking to the body, then 
hammering Doug's jaw, cheek or temple with blazing uppercuts or crosses.  
Doug offered little resistance.  It was as though he knew his job was to 
let this naked Valkerie vent her fury on him.

	By mid-round, Grace was pounding Doug at will.  Doug was dazed and 
crouching in a vain attempt to cover up.  Left hook to the ribs!  Right 
uppercut to the stomach!  Overhand left to the cheek! Grace beat him 
without mercy!  "You're pathetic, Doug!", Grace smirked, "you need someone 
to protect you."  A powerful right uppercut explodes in Doug's face, 
sending him reeling into the ropes. 

	As Doug lay against the ropes, Grace got a clear view of his now 
rock hard cock.  The rest of Doug's body might have been beaten and 
battered, but Doug's cock was at full attention.  Grace was pleased with 
the job she had done.  Doug was hers to do with as she wanted, and what 
she wanted was complete control!

	"Come here, Doug!", Grace said in a level but commanding tone.  Doug 
limped off the ropes, his fists chest high.  "You win, Grace", he said 
weakly through swollen lips.

	"Yah, I know.  Hit me!", she commanded.  Doug's momentary inaction 
was rewarded with a brisk left jab that snapped his head back, BAM!.  "Hit 
me!"  BAM! "Hit me!"  BAM!  Doug was too beaten and distracted by lust to 
respond.  All he could do was take it.

	"Stop it, Grace, he's finished!", Barbara implored.
	
	"He's not finished 'til I say he's finished", Grace calmly 
responded.  To Doug she said "I own you, Doug, don't forget it!"  Right 
cross to the jaw!  Left cross to the cheek!  Doug started to fold.  Grace 
buries a right uppercut deep into Doug's midsection and follows with an 
overhand left that sent Doug's body crashing, face down on the canvas.

	Though it wasn't necessary, Barbara conducted an obligatory ten 
count.  Grace danced and shadow boxing around the ring, her breasts 
bouncing with each step.  At "Ten!, you're out!" Grace danced over to 
Barbara and had her hand raised in victory, as she roared a warrior's cry.  
Barbara then tended to Doug, who was coming to.  While Doug was hurt, he 
didn't seem to be injured. 

	When Doug got up to leave the ring, Grace and her second noticed a 
telltale wetness that had soaked through the front of Doug's briefs.  They 
looked at each other with knowing smiles and walked back to the locker 
room.   Even in his battered state, the sight of Grace's almost naked 
perfection walking towards the lockers was enough to start his teenage 
cock rising again.  Barbara helped Doug to the locker room, then left the 
two of them alone at Grace's request. 

	"Seems like you didn't mind that beating all" said Grace as she 
pointed to Doug's wet trunks.  Grace removed her gloves and softly pushed 
Doug up against the lockers.  While pushing the knuckles of her taped fist 
into his hardness, and pressing her breasts and torso against him she 
added, "You know, if you play your cards right, this could be the 
beginning of a very long and rewarding friendship."