Koed last nite - Part 3
By Rachel e-mail dlr360@netscape.net
Margaret and I lace the gloves on for a bout scheduled to go 8 rounds.

The big day arrived. David and I drive over to Gavin and Margaret's in the
late afternoon. The boys agreed that we, the ladies, shouldn't see each
other before the fight.  I was more nervous than I thought I'd be. I had
done a lot of sparring but not many real fights. I tried to relax in the
dressing room and watch TV. The fight was scheduled for 7 p.m.

I had very mixed emotions about this fight. I think I wanted to KO Margaret
but at the same time I had some amorous feelings towards her.  I had to get
my head clear before fight time.

My gloves were delivered just after 6; they were new white 8-oz gloves. I
striped down, put my robe on and David began taping my hands. I then
slipped into my silk string bikini, which we had both agreed to wear, mine
was pale green. We were both well-endowed ladies so not much of us would be
left to the guest's imagination. The referee came in to go over the rules
and check my gloves. I had butterflies in my stomach. David kissed me and
left the dressing room. I waited nervously with my second, Andrea, a lady
from the gym.

Margaret entered the ring first and was introduced to her guests. I could
hear the applause and catcalls in my dressing room. Now it was my turn. I
walk to the ring with Andrea holding my arm to steady me as my legs were
like rubber. Gavin took me by the hand as I entered the ring, removed my
robe and introduced me to his guest as his wife's opponent. I received a
loud ovation with a few catcalls. Gavin left the ring to join his guests at
ringside. The guests were sitting so close that their hands were on the
ring apron. We had agreed that neither husband would sit next to his wife's
corner, actually Gavin was just a couple of feet from my corner, maybe to
get a close look at any damage his wife might inflict on me.

The referee, a friend of Gavin's from the gym, called us both together to
go over the rules one last time. I was hoping that any punch below my belly
button would be a foul but he said that he'd allow anything above the top
of our bikini bottom. This gave me about 4 inches more of vulnerable tummy
to protect.

Remember that Margaret is 5' 10" and about 138 pounds with perky 38d
breasts. I'm 5' 7" and a 129 pounds with firm 38dd breasts, so I'm giving
away 3 inches in height and 10 pounds in weight. I'm counting on my
training to give me an equal playing field.

Round 1 was like a sparring session as we both felt the other out. We
barely worked up a sweat in the first two minutes. The guests were almost
bored.

The second round saw a little more action. Margaret targeted my boobs,
which as you know are large and sensitive. At first I became defensive,
protecting my delicate assets but then I began to counter and was able to
cause Margaret to groan and even squeal out on occasion. I noticed that if
I hit her breast from the side bouncing into the other, it caused her a
great deal of pain.

The third saw us back at the battle of the breasts and now mine were
becoming tender. I had to adopt some different strategy to protect my tits.
I drove my left into her belly a couple of times but it didn't phase her. I
noticed that she left her chin open after throwing her right. I tagged her
chin with my right and down she went on her bum. Margaret looked very
confused but got to her feet. I think I could have finished her but the
round ended.

Margaret was more wary in the 4th after being knocked down. She began
working on my lower belly with some punishing shots. I made the mistake of
lowering my guard to protect my belly and took a firm right to my left
cheek and eye that had me seeing stars. I hung on to her to keep myself
from going down. She knew that I was hurt and began to pour on the punches
to my throbbing tits. This was her best round. I think I staggered to my
corner. My left eye was now swollen from her punch and causing me vision
problems.

I was determined to take her out in round 5. I staggered her early with a
right to her chin but she wouldn't go down. We were toe to toe throwing all
we had left and were almost exhausted as we clinched. I desperately needed
a rest and Margaret seemed content to clinch. The ref pulled us apart.
Margaret forced me back into the corner and caught me with an uppercut
under my chin that snapped my head back. My legs buckled and I began to
lose consciousness. I frantically fought to remain conscious and get out of
the corner. I blocked her left and was moving along the ropes.

I'm looking up at Andrea who is holding an ice pack on the left side of my
face and asking me something. My head is spinning and I'm on my back on the
mat with Andrea, the referee and Gavin all on their knees around me. The
guests are all crowded as close as they can get to the edge of the ring
nearest to me. The referee helps me to a sitting position and I all but
black out again. He waves those dammed smelling salts under my nose, which
almost makes me gag. I shake my head but can't clear it. They help me up
and to my corner where they sit me on the stool. I need Andrea to help
steady me on the stool. David has now made his way into the ring and to my
corner. My brain is still fuzzy as Gavin announces his wife as the winner.

Gavin, "At 1:38 of the 5th round, my beautiful wife Margaret, used her
right hook to send Rachael down for a nap. I want to thank Rachael for
giving Margaret a great fight. I do hope that she'll consider a rematch.
Let's run the video to show Rachel the knockout punch." Gavin shows a video
of the last round. I had blocked Margaret's left but hadn't seen her right.
She nailed me with a beautiful right hook to my temple area. I collapsed
backward into the corner where Margaret was able to bounce my tits from my
bra with an uppercut before I went down. I was stretch out flat on my back
with my bare tits heaving up and down as the ref slowly, and I mean slowly
counted to 10. Incidentally, my nipples were the size of unshelled peanuts.
After I was counted out, the ref removed my mouthpiece and what was left of
my bra.

It was after I saw the video that I realized my bra was gone. I had been
sitting in my corner topless since that knockout. David slips my robe over
my shoulders and helps me from the ring to the dressing room.

Margaret comes to my dressing room and asks David if she can talk to me
alone. David leaves us alone. Margaret opens my robe, and then hers and we
hug with our bare erect nipples touching. She kisses me with her tongue
probing deep into my throat. I can feel my juices trickling from my pussy.
She pinches my nipple as she turns to leave and says, "make sure you come
to dinner and don't wear a bra."

David enters as Margaret leaves and asks what she wanted to talk about. I
say that she just wanted to congratulate me on the fight and make sure that
we are coming to dinner.

I shower and dress with David's help, as I'm still a little woozy. I wear a
silk blouse with no bra and a short silk skirt. I tell David that my tits
hurt too much to wear a bra.

The guests give me an ovation as I enter the dining room. My head is too
fuzzy to stand so David helps me to a chair then heads to the bar for
drinks. Margaret comes over and stands next to my chair, then asks her
guests who has the best black eye. I can feel my nipples stiffen as
Margaret touches my shoulder and begins to fondle my hair.

Will we get a chance to be alone together?