Julie's arousal in the ringby Julie
Julie learns that being ko'd can bring as much pleasure as winning; maybe even more.

It was about 2 years since I gave up boxing after being knocked out by Mandy
(see 'the downfall of Julie the ko queen' 5 Nov 2012). I had no intention of
fighting again but when I was approached by the manager of my local gym to see
if I would participate in a tournament to raise money for flood victims I
decided to give it a go. The idea was that four of us would fight each other
over three evenings at fortnightly intervals.

So I got into training once again. And nearer the time I got myself organised
in other ways too because to increase the attraction we had all agreed to box
topless and in thongs. This led to a little spat with Alex, my boyfriend. I
should perhaps explain that as well as having rampant golden hair in all the
usual places I also have a few hairs growing out of each nipple. They are
usually curled up but when you (gently, please) pull them out straight they
are a good 6 inches long and drive Alex wild. They really turn him on so he
was not pleased when I cut them off. But as I explained 'they will soon grow
again'.

The other three in the tournament were Vanessa, Erica and Lynda. Vanessa had
been our club champion for over 10 years before I knocked her out and like me
she had not fought since. Erica was a slim blonde, with small firm breasts and
white milky looking nipples, who never stopped coming forward. Lynda had been
boxing for years, mainly to keep fit. She was not a natural fighter though
with her puffy nipples she scored in other areas. We had already fought each
other twice with one win each.

My first fight this time was with Lynda and I am honest enough to admit that I
was quite pleased at the wolf whistles that greeted me as I disrobed and
revealed my ample boobs with their 2 inch diameter aureoles. As for the fight
itself I almost leapt at Lynda to make it an early night and so conserve my
energy. But I was a bit rusty after my long layoff and couldn't quite tag her.
Quite the reverse in fact for towards the end of the round she caught me a
glancing blow on the chin. I knew the feeling by this time. My legs turned to
jelly and I found myself on my butt propped up by the ropes with the ring
circling around me. I started to pull myself up at 6 when the bell went. I
like to think I would have made it up but if I am honest I was probably saved
by the bell.

Round 2 was short. Lynda came rushing in to nail me only to run straight into
my awesome right. With her coming on to the punch it was a double whammy and
she fell face down and never moved as the 10 count was tolled out.

I was glad to get back to winning ways but the fight had reminded me that I
needed to be careful. My weak chin would always make me vulnerable to a trip
to la la land.

Next in the ring were Vanessa and Erica. The first two rounds were a boxing
lesson for Erica from the more experienced Vanessa. But by round 3 it was
clear that Vanessa, who was well into her 30s and overweight, was beginning to
tire and in the dying seconds she fell to her knees from a blow to her
stomach, with what were by now her flabby pendulous boobs resting on the mat.
She was up at 6 but it was clear she was running out of steam. Round 4 brought
the inevitable end. A vicious right hook put Vanessa flat on her face. She
managed to push herself up by 9 but an uppercut to the jaw put her down and
out.

Two successive ko defeats were a sad end for a great champion and Vanessa
announced her retirement. Fortunately a friend of hers, Heidi, volunteered to
fly over from Germany to take her place.

Heidi was German and on the dark side, with extra dark shadows under her arms.
She had petite round breasts with dark, perfectly round and almost black
nipples, surprisingly large given the size of her breasts. She had the
reputation of being a real toughie. She had only been ko'd once and that was
in her very first fight when, as a teenager, her boyfriend had dared her to
accept the challenge of the pro, a large swarthy lady from Bulgaria, at the
local fairground. Poor Heidi never knew what hit her and her lights went out
in the first round.

Two weeks later. I was up against Erica. Her 'come forward' style suited me
perfectly and mid-way through the first round I landed a heavy right on her
temple. It was curtains for Erica who lay prone on the mat for nearly 2
minutes. For me it was just like the old days when I racked up 8 successive ko
wins.

No one gave Lynda a chance in her bout with Heidi. But that is the joy of
boxing! The first two rounds were even with little of interest. Then in the
third Lynda nailed Heidi with a real haymaker right on the button. Heidi was
dazed, dropped her guard, and backed away on rubbery legs into a corner where
Lynda landed punch after punch on her unprotected jaw. Heidi didn't know where
she was but wouldn't go down until a piledriver to the solar plexus took all
of the wind out of her sails and dumped her on her back. Even then she just
managed to beat the count. But she was out on her feet and felled again almost
at once for the full count.

As she lay there with her outstretched arms giving the men an unobstructed
view of her lovely breasts I could see they were getting 'excited' and that
lots of the ladies would be 'busy' that night. But it was not just the men who
were getting turned on at seeing this toughie ko'd. I was surprised to find
that I too was getting roused and in bed that night with Alex it was the
memory of seeing Heidi stretched out on the mat that drove me to my noisy
climax.

It later transpired that Heidi's decision to stand in for Vanessa was made
hastily without her giving it much thought beyond the desire to help. She had
not been in training for quite a while.

On the final weekend Lynda was up against Erica. Erica almost finished her off
in the second round but then got over confident. A sucker punch in the third
put her on her knees where she remained, shaking her head to disperse the
cobwebs, long after the count was completed.

When it came to my turn I soon discovered that Heidi was a better boxer than
me. She tagged me on the jaw twice in the second round. Although she was
reputed to be a devastating puncher they were not heavy blows and though I
briefly visited the canvas I was not too woozy to get up and clinch. Which is
how it all began. I found I was actually enjoying the clinches as Heidi's boos
rubbed against mine. But hey, wait a minute. This was not just clinching; she
was deliberately touching up my nipples with her gloved hand. No wonder my
pubis was aglow. Was she some freak? Had she got the hots on me?

Back in my corner I felt myself getting wet with anticipation. Was it showing
through my thong? I actually wanted her to knock me out. Was I crazy? I have
heard of weird women who like to be roughed up but this was different. I now
realised that her light punches were because she was playing with me.

The bell cut my musings short. The third round was much the same as before.
Heidi seemed to have a sixth sense, calibrating her blows so that they decked
me rather than ko'ing me, thereby inviting more clinches where she could
caress my tits and even explore my bush. Even so the cumulative effect was now
leaving me jelly legged and groggy. She could easily have finished me off at
the end of the round when I got up from a 9 but she preferred to clinch and
'play' until the bell went.

Mandy, my second, worked her butt off to revive me but I was past caring as
the flame between my legs grew stronger and stronger and my nipples were as
erect as ramrods. I was so roused hot by now that it wouldn't have surprised
to find my pubic hair thrusting through my thong.

Heidi too must have realised that enough was enough because in round 4 she
wasted no time. A crashing right to the jaw landed me on my back and I made no
attempt to get up as, semi-conscious, the surge of joy in my loins obliterated
all else.

After Mandy had helped me back to my corner Alex said? 'Why did you yell out
and moan like that as you were counted out, were you really hurt that bad?'