Karen

Karen the boxer? Just Karen from school to me. I will give her her due.



 
Well speak about confusion and uncertainty.  I simply do not know where
to start or what I am doing here and am not exactly sure where "here" is
to tell you the truth. Perhaps starting at the beginning makes sense
since I did agree to write this story for" Karen the boxer" as I guess
you all know her as.  I knew her as simply Karen.  Well here goes
nothing.
 
I will remain totally anonymous since I am happily married man with 4
children and have a successful career here in the City.  I first saw
Karen when she was a freshman and me a senior in college .  She was
trying out for the tennis team where I was the men's captain and acting
assistant women's coach.  Needless to say she stood out for many
reasons.  She was exceptionally beautiful, a foreigner and back then when
few women had muscles she possessed an incredible 6 pack of defined
abdominal's and otherwise very sexy and pronounced muscles in her arms
and legs.  Seeing her workout was exciting to be honest and she was one
of those players who grunted when she hit the ball which added more
interest for us. Her dark skin and hair that was complimented by an
electric white smile made her look Hispanic instead of the Middle Eastern
Israeli she was.  Not big in the breast area and I am a breast man for
sure but she still had an outrageous body with what had to be a 25 inch
waistline. She was tall for a woman too standing 5'8' to 5'9.  A great
tennis body as we used to say and an overall athletic looking person.
 Her desire was to play first singles but she was not nearly good enough
so I placed her in first doubles. Big difference but she was placed where
I thought she deserved.  One day after practice we exchanged some heated
words but I was not going to give in.  I thought it was my imagination
but I could have sworn she was balling up her fist to punch me or
something and since I was 6 feet tall and an extraordinarily fit athlete
at 185 lbs ( now a paunchy 220!) vs her maybe 130 lbs I could not imagine
her actually hitting me of course but I sure felt that way.  I will never
forget the steely eyes as they bore right through my soul it felt as she
mumbled in Hebrew as she walked away with her right fist in a ball. After
our heated exchange she went in her direction and me in ours and I
thought nothing of it.  I was a very popular guy in college and bumped
into her at parties here and there and always noticed her but she would
give me a look that would melt iron so I stayed away plus I had my choice
of women back then.  Late in my senior year I saw her in the school gym
and was simply astonished watching from distance in the near empty gym as
she worked out.  Besides looking AMAZING wearing a cutoff Tshirt that was
cut to show off her totally off the chart abdominal's she was sweating
like she was playing 5 sets of tennis but was ULTRA AMAZING was the
amount of weights I saw her benching and curling.  I stood off at a
distance remember but walked over to where she was working out when she
left.  She was benching 175 lbs which was more than I could bench!!  By
the time I saw her she already completed 3 sets of 12- I was counting!  I
was floored.  Then I saw her do SEVEN sets of 25lb dumbbell curls.  I
stopped and stared at the weights and examined them closely to make sure
I was reading it right and that there were no other weights nearby. This
approximately 130lb freshman was lifting more than I could.  Hard if not
impossible to wrap my mind around that at that time.
 
Now we can fast forward one year and I was in my first year of Dental
School at the same University where she was a sophomore.  A big thing for
city kids was to rent houses at he beach on Long Island.  I did that for
years with my buddies and had a blast as did Karen.  I never saw her at
the beach but I know she went since word got around and she had a
reputation of the "girl with ter body" type of thing.  This particular
summer I ended up in her house little did I know, with 10 other people
and our respective significant others.  What happened next changed my
life.  I was chosen amongst the guys to "open the house" before Memorial
Day which means get it ready for the following weekend bash. I was
supposed to meet another guy there at 9AM which is damn early on a
Saturday driving all the way from the City.  So there I was sitting on a
stool with a cup of coffee when the door opened up and who walks in?  Of
course, Karen!!  Dressed in a pair of jeans, a baseball cap, a baggy
sweatshirt and we both froze.  I asked what the hell she was doing here
and where is -----------?  She said I left him home figuring she could
handle it and what the hell was I doing in her rental house.I knew she
did not like me.  I explained I too was renting this house and had an
equal share.  Well it went downhill from there since Karen is rather
direct and to the point and I found myself defending my position of not
making her first singles a year earlier.  The woman forgets nothing I
found out.  I did not want to argue about such nonsense but she did.  She
actually said to me " I should have kicked your ass back then" and turned
away from me and got busy doing something in the kitchen.  I walked in
and said " what the fuck did you just say?" Usually I would not say that
to a woman but whatever she was saying in Hebrew sounded nasty and I had
enough of that shit.  OK looking back it was a mistake naturally but not
at the time.  She turned and I swear I saw nothing but she threw a punch
into my stomach and I saw a flash of light and I was down on my knees
gagging.  I was confused, but more pissed off and was forced to either
push her way or slap this lunatic.  It took me a good few minutes to
stand up as she berated me in two languages.  When I finally got to my
feet still feeling sick to my stomach from whatever and how many times
she punched me. When I did stand the sweatshirt was off, her under  top
was off and she stood there in her bra and jeans with her fists like a
real boxer.  While still in pain I asked her if she was seriously crazy
and wants to end up in the hospital and she really wanted to fight me?? 
Barely getting those words out I was greeted by several jabs to my nose
and eyes that were mind blowing at the time.  My eyes were watering, my
lip split and was bleeding and my left eye began to swell in seconds.  I
was in actual shock. I stood there looking at her in that boxing stance
and all I saw was a 6 pack I knew I could not hurt and these little bicep
balls like a little smaller than hard balls in her arms bunched up  and I
noticed more definition than I wanted to see.  From that moment on it
went downhill.  I tried but to no avail.  The punches were coming in so
fast and so hard and from so many angles I could not defend myself as
simple as that. I remember backing up trying to protect myself feeling
sharp pains everywhere.  Feeling the warm sensation of blood from my nose
dripping down my into my mouth and tasting the blood and the blur of her
fists were as mind blowing and mind numbing and body numbing as I could
put into words.  Next thing I knew I was looking up at the ceiling
realizing after a minute or so I was knocked out cold.  She stood over me
and as I looked up all I saw was her abs and chest and arms on her hips
looking 10 feet tall. A wet perspiration all over her body accented her
physique to a point I had to pinch myself to make sure this was not a
dream.  At that moment I felt pain all over my face and body and felt the
blood oozing out of my nose and mouth.  I was clueless as to what
happened as everything came rushing in at the same time- the pain, the
memory of what just occurred was rushing over me like a tidal wave.  Was
I really knocked unconscious by her?  I was!
 
I will fast forward now to her cleaning me up in the bathroom as she was
now  topless and I remained in shock as I felt her squeeze my nostrils
with toilet paper to stop the flow of blood and I stared at her body in
stone silence as my head was still spinning from her fists of fury as I
tried to process just what the hell happened.  As she squeezed my nose I
stared at an arm that was stronger then mine, defined shoulders and
biceps and when she squeezed I stared at her fists that seemed like a
vise. Her tits did not hang down like my wife's do today as she has a
full C cup but Karen's were muscular and her nipples were hard and
tight.  When she saw me staring and my cock growing she laughed and
called me a pussy wimp and kept cleaning me up. She told me to stand and
look in the mirror and I was horrified. First even standing I realized
how unsteady I was which was mentally unsettling.  I had two black eyes
and my face was swollen everywhere. It was a nightmare.  She told me to
sit on the toilet bowl and she lectured me for about 20 minutes about how
she deserved to play first singles and how she has been boxing for
several years and how lucky I was she did not beat me in public last year
at the tennis court. It was just over the top crazy.  As she yelled at
me, and she did yell,  her abs would tighten and all of her muscles would
jump at me- very intimidating. When she would point at me the muscles in
her chest would make her solid what looked like rock hard tits jump like
they were attached to a string.  She told me that for the next 5 days I
would live in her apartment to cook and clean and when I looked up and
did not respond- again because I was in shock, she slapped me so hard it
knocked me to the floor and I stayed their crying like fucking
baby. Crying, me!  I was in such physical pain. Bottomline, I stayed in
her apartment for 5 days as she directed me to do doing exactly what she
said. I told my roommate that I was visiting friends in MAss. and told my
girlfriend I was visiting my old roomette in New Hampshire and told him
to cover for me if she called which she did not.  I stayed there as she
made love to her boyfriend in the bedroom and living room in front of me,
I watched them make love at night in the living room with the shades open
and the lights on for a million apartments to see as I sat there on the
couch like a beaten idiot.   I cooked them breakfast, showered her
several times, cleaned her silver, picked up their laundry, brushed her
teeth and became what is now known as subservient. One time after her and
her boyfriend spent a couple of hours screwing her  in the bedroom, he
left and she summoned me in and had me eat her out.  I was disgusted in
some ways knowing that some guy just fucked her and here I am eating her
out and I am sure his cum in  a dark room until she had an orgie.  A life
changer for sure that lasted deep in my soul and mind  for the next
several years.  On day 6 just like that she awoke from bed and summoned
me to crawl on my knees, not hands and knees JUST knees, the length of
her hallway and she opened her bathrobe and w/o asking I just ate her out
as she pushed the back of my head HARD into her incredibly great smelling
pussy.  I was suffocating but I did it with joy I suppose.  As soon as i
was done she told me to stand up and she grabbed my hand and walked me to
the front door and without a word opened the door and led me out and
closed the door behind me and said good bye.  I was wearing my jeans and
a t shirt and left my sneakers, car keys and sweatshirt behind and never
went back for them and walked home as is.
 
Now fast forward to June 24th of this year in NYC in front of a well
known bookstore.  I am on my cell and see someone walking in my direction
on a crowded tourist filled hot and humid NYC day. I naturally stared as
I see this incredible woman wearing this skin tight light blue tank top
on this very humid day, bright white sneakers, Yankee cap with a jet
black hair in a pony tail out the back of the cap and white tight
sweats.  I noticed her since I also noticed people staring and pointing
and heads turning more than I have ever seen it before in my life- and I
have seen everything living here my whole life.  As my eyes made there
way up past a body to die for I see it is fucking her- Karen.  I swear I
got a chill down my spine and a pit in my stomach.  By the time she
recognized me and god knows how she did so many years later  I wanted to
turn and run until I heard her call out my name. There she was the woman
of my worst day of my life in front of me looking FAR better than she
ever did.  Kudos to her.  Her face and smile  were almost exact. The
muscles in her neck were those of a real fucking monster fighter, I know
this stuff,  mind blowing really mind blowing I swear, her shoulders more
developed than EVER, her biceps bulged, her forearms vascular and I swear
to Christ I could see her abs through her top. Her muscles danced as she
walked and she had just enough hard nipple showing through her skin tight
top since I know, how couldn't she, that everyone was staring.   I was
speechless and frozen.  I missed the first minute of her talking as she
stepped in very close almost chest to chest. She smelled so beautiful
from whatever she was wearing and that smile can kill ya!   Before I knew
it she was telling me to sit on the bench right on 5th avenue and I
obeyed like a lost puppy dog.  If I did not have on my sunglasses she
would have killed me I bet as I perused the BEST BODY I have ever seen
from head to toe taking my time on her beautiful face and those intense
neck muscles and her chest is just PERFECT and he shoulders are to die
for ,anywhere at anytime.  I have been around the world on every beach,
watch TV and this woman is wild perfect. We spoke or I should say she did
for a long time.  At the end she asked me if I wanted to feel her muscles
since I was staring so much. I noticed now her nipples were popping
through that tight top she was wearong.That comment stopped me in my
tracks and I felt the blood rush into my cock and got harder than ever
before.  In the meantime I see people walking by and there eyes were
popping out seeing her sitting there laughing more than anyone I know
laughs- she always did. Shyly I said yes.  So here I am on 5th Avenue at
2PM feeling her biceps as she is flexing for me.  In my life I was never
so hard and so horny----IN MY LIFE. I squeezed and rubbed them as she of
course smiled and felt them swell under my hand. I muttered "just
unbelievable" and she softly said " these are the arms that beat the crap
out of you" and I I am telling you my cock was jumping out of my suit
pants!!!  The benefactor of all of this was and will be my wife-
guaranteed. I will have sex with my wife for the rest of my life thinking
about Karen and throw out the viagra!!  Meantime my cock is huge busting
out of my underwear in my beautiful suit I was wearing.  I can feel
myself leaking cum and DYING.  She takes my hand and gently puts it on my
erect cock and asks me in only the way she can " want me to humiliate
you?  Took me a few seconds but I pretty much begged her to stop and with
that wicked smile- that bright white Israeli smile with her dark skin she
smiled and released my hand.  It was a very hot day and we were both
sweating and she asked me if she wanted to go to a Starbucks a few doors
away.  Problem is I could not get up with the fucking boner I had so she
told me as she laughed to calm down and meet me inside.  I watcher her as
she walked away and had no idea that she was backless.  OMG is all I
could mouth but seeing her V shaped back that was like a anatomical chart
of muscles with no fat walking away just made me leak more cum and sit
there like a jerk a little longer. It took me a good few minutes to
compose myself and eventually joined her in the back of the store.  Now
you want to know what intimidation is?  In the store her sunglasses were
off, her intense piercing eyes staring at me was INTENSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
Sexy, intimidating, and I found myself stumbling on my words like a
school boy.
 
OK So I am telling you, whomever YOU are, all of this because she asked
me to. Fact is fact and what happened happened. Now I will disappear back
into my very good life and will never forget her. I never knew if she won
or lost her fight that took place a few days later so maybe after reading
this she will email me, and if not I will live on.