Julie discovers her true orientation
by Julie
Julie finds that losing at boxing can have a profound effect on one's sexlife


I have already related my rise and fall in the ring (see 'the downfall of
Julie the ko queen' 5 Nov 2012). Also my brief comeback which told me more
about my sexual yearnings than I had ever known before (see 'Julie's arousal
in the ring' 7 Nov 2012). But they left the story unfinished so let me pick it
up at the end of the tournament when being ko'd by Heidi gave me a
mind-blowing orgasm.

My sex life was ok without being fabulous but Alex's was great. I remember one
time when he had been on a business trip for three weeks. As soon as he got
back in the house he couldn't wait to tear my clothes off and touch up my
hairy nipples. Sadly, though, he couldn't contain the pent up pressure of
three weeks abstinence. With the portals of joy his for the taking he couldn't
hold it and just as he was about to enter my vagina he shot his load. Five
spurts of hot spunk landed in my bush. With a loud groan he flopped back in
satisfaction. As for me I was frustrated, hot and sticky, and couldn't wait to
get in the shower by which time my hairs were congealed like a wire brush from
his dried ejaculate.

I was reminded of a similar occasion once before when he returned after a trip
and I was 'unavailable' due to my period. When I jerked him off with my hand
the 'fruits' shot high above our heads to the bedroom ceiling. Good for him,
not so good for me.

At times like that I sometimes started playing with my own breasts and even
gently rubbing myself between my legs. I got a nice tingly glow. But no, I was
not that kind of tosser. I remembered too how I had enjoyed seeing Heidi, the
beautiful German girl, ko'd and how I had orgasm'd in the ring when knocked
out myself. That was more my style.

Whether it was coincidence or whether it was (at least) sub-consciously
planned I honestly do not know. But soon after I asked Mandy round to my
place. We had both been members of our local boxing club for many years. It
was Mandy who effectively called time on my boxing career when she ko'd me in
a club bout. She had also acted as my second in the club tournament when Heidi
put my lights out.

I have a large spare bedroom with plenty of space so when I asked Mandy if she
would help me keep in shape by sparring with me she readily agreed. She was
still actively boxing so it would help her too. We stripped down to bra and
panties and off we were. After a few minutes I could no longer resist my
latent urgings. I deliberately opened up so that let Mandy could clip me on
the jaw and down I went. It wasn't a hard blow-after all we were only engaged
in friendly sparring-but even so the room was spinning round. Mandy was
playfully counting as if it was for real and 10 found me still on my back. She
knew all about my weak chin of course and said how sorry she was. Little did
she know how I enjoyed it!

She also asked reminded me that it was time to shave under my arms. I told her
I was finished with all that feminist nonsense. In fact I did shave there but
only enough to stop people seeing my fuzz in the street when I wore short
sleeve dresses. I always left enough to excite Alex.

Mandy started coming round fairly regularly. I couldn't always let her knock
me out of course and once I let fly and sent her to dreamland. That was a
disaster as she was due to fight for real a few days later, with me as her
second, and this was scarcely the best preparation. (In fact she got ko'd
again.) I was beginning to find that Mandy was switching me on. Not just the
sight of her prone on my bedroom carpet but the dark hairs on her upper thighs
protruding from her panties.

Not long after this we went to Hamburg for the weekend to see Heidi defend her
German title. Heidi had been around a long time and was the favourite to win
against Ludmilla the challenger. In fact as she entered the ring she fingered
a 'ko in 3' sign as the crowd cheered her on. So she was completely bewildered
at the end when, having visited the canvas more times in this fight than in
her entire career before, she ended up spread-eagled in the 9th out to the
world.

As before the sight of those lovely boobs with their plum coloured perfectly
round nipples, gently rising and falling as she lay on the mat, turned me on.
And I could see they did the same to Mandy. She was hot and flushed and when
we got back to our hotel, where we were sharing a room, and undressed I could
see her breasts were enlarged and she had a tell-tale damp patch on her
panties.

Unfortunately we had twin beds and I had a restless night with unsatisfied
desire fuelling my imagination. Towards morning I could bear it no longer and
stroked myself to oblivion putting my other hand across my mouth to stifle my
lustful cries.

The next time Mandy came round I decided to make a move. After our spar again
ended with me recovering on the floor Mandy went to shower. Then, as soon as
the cob webs cleared, I followed her in. I had never seen her naked before.
She had good sized boobs with flat pink puffy nipples that had only the merest
sign of any protrusion in the middle. Almost all aureole in fact. Down below a
thick black triangle of hair led into a few wispy hairs leading up to her
navel.

She was surprised to see me join her in the shower but did not demur. In
reality the pretence was already over and she must have known. Pressed
together in a small shower our breasts touched. Before long we were soaping
each other's boobs from which it was a natural step to proceed down the line.
I was in ecstasy and thought she was going to bring me off there and then but
though the fire was burning-oh, how it was burning-it was not yet a forest
fire. But I did not have to wait for long. One we had towelled and dried I put
my panties on, no bra, and asked Mandy to knock me out. Not to put me to
sleep, merely to send me to that in-between state when I would be conscious
enough to know where I was but at the same time too groggy to get up. She
timed it perfectly and soon the fire lit in the shower came ablaze in a
roaring conflagration that consumed my pussy and transported me to a plane of
existence where speech and sight gave way to groans and moans.

Soon Mandy was on the floor beside me guiding my fingers across her tits and
into her maidenhead. Soon she was groaning, low quiet groans, until her whole
body convulsed and she writhed on the floor, her legs entwined with mine.

Things have moved on. Alex has gone and Mandy has moved in with me. We still
spar and I still get her to knock me out. Fortunately my chin is so weak it
doesn't hurt a bit. I sometimes think a powder puff would do the job. As for
Mandy she has given up fighting after being out on her feet at the end of her
last bout. Nor does she want me to reciprocate by knocking her out. She is
quite happy to let my caressings and fingers do the job.