Debbie's last boxing session.
By Smac.
Debbie decides to go out with a bang, by boxing with a man.


Debbie was 33 yrs. old now.
She was quite short, 5' 4", and, partly due to her diminutive height, rather 
dumpy but her 42" D cup breasts diverted almost everyone's eyes away from the 
rest of her body anyway.
Her hair was blonde, fairly short and usually in a tight perm.
More often than not she turned up at a boxing venue in a black leather jacket, 
white blouse, black leather mini skirt and high heels.  
Her demeanour was doe eyed, effacing and she never spoke in more than a whisper.
Her accent was mildly home counties, though no-one in the boxing circuit really 
knew where she came from.
She had been a boxing groupie and general hanger on from the age of about 18.  
She was too unfit and lacked the co-ordination to make any kind of boxer.  
Still, she wouldn't take no for an answer.  She boxed.  By virtue of her 
shortness and lack of reach most of the women she fought would keep her at arms 
length, punching her in the head and face until her arms dropped to her sides 
and a few really heavy punches to her undefended head and face would have her 
grovelling on the canvas at their feet.
Most of the halls and clubs where she fought had let her go on until recently 
but she'd always had a glass jaw and she had suffered several dislocations, not 
to mention the odd broken nose or ten.  When she climbed in through the ropes 
most the regular audience knew what they were in for.  
Perhaps like was the wrong word, but she always seemed keen to come back for 
more punishment.  Maybe for some of the audience too it was still a turn on, to 
see her ending each fight with her belly and tits a mass of bruises and her face 
pulped.
Tonight's one sided massacre had certainly been no exception.
When she did come round on the messy canvas she'd had to be helped back to her 
corner.  Both her eyes were all but closed and blood from her oft times broken 
nose covered her front down to her shaky knees.
The callous manager of the hall came to her corner after the announcements and 
he could be seen shaking his head rapidly.
Debbie tried to focus on him, just hearing what he was saying.
She was finished.

So there she was, confiding to her new found friend.
"I must accept it I suppose, I know I was never very good, but the crowd got 
what a lot of them came to see," she lisped.
Toni was an unlikely companion for Debbie.  
The only obvious common factor was that she too lived in Surrey.


Toni had been dragged by her husband and two sons to the unlicensed boxing event 
in the East End and she'd bumped into Debbie in the buffet car on their homeward 
journey.  
She'd noticed Debbie, but the men hadn't.
She'd nodded towards an empty table and they sat and chatted while the boys 
tried to drink the small bar dry.
It was fairly obvious from the non-stop train that they must live fairly close 
to one another and Toni used this to break the ice.
It turned out that they lived within a ten minute walk of each other, but on 
opposite sides of the tracks.
Toni mistakenly thought that Debbie would have been too embarrassed to talk 
about her bloody defeat in the boxing ring earlier.  
As it was she sat there in dark glasses, with a polo neck sweater up round her 
cut lips. 
She was wrong though, Debbie dearly wanted to talk her through the fight.
So, as soon as the big blonde Toni mentioned the boxing, Debbie was off and she 
kept up the commentary until the train pulled up.
Half way through the fight story though Toni began to feel flustered and told 
Debbie that she needed the toilet.
When she came back she took off her coat and folded it up on the luggage rack 
above her seat.
Debbie was able to get some idea of the physique of the big woman.
She'd long, natural looking blonde hair.
A round, pleasant face with a wide, generous mouth and full lips.
Under her sheer white blouse which strained over her enormous bosom, was a huge, 
white bra with very broad straps over her wide shoulders.
"She must be at least a 46," gasped Debbie.
Her broad, generous hips were tightly encased in thick, black leather.  The 
skirt ended half way up her meaty, white thighs.
She teetered on very high black high heels as she eased her black leather coat 
up onto the luggage rack, her calf muscles knotted pleasingly.
Debbie resumed her description of what it had been like to be beaten up in the 
boxing ring earlier that evening.
Toni began to appreciate her new acquaintance's stoicism and honesty.
They exchanged personal details and agreed to meet again.
Waiting for her menfolk, Toni shook her head slowly as she watched the stooped 
figure of Debbie limp up the platform towards the exit.
They met, just over a week later, one dinner time in a local wine bar.
Toni sat, her little black leather miniskirt hiked up her big thighs, she smiled 
as Debbie timidly pushed open the door.
She wore a short denim skirt and thin white t shirt, she was obviously braless.
There was still some darkening around her big, brown eyes.
No sooner had she ordered her own drink and perched on a high stool next to 
Toni, than Debbie began to discuss her favourite subject, boxing.
"How come you went to the boxing do?" she enquired of Toni.
"Oh, my husband and two sons are keen, I just tagged along."
"Do they all fight?"
"Well Danny, my husband used to and son number one is in the Marines now, so 
he's usually away from home, but Pete, my youngest is a brilliant amateur and, 
unfortunately is hoping to turn pro soon."
"What do you mean, unfortunately?"
"I don't want to see him get hurt."
Debbie blushed.
She twisted the hem of her thin tee shirt, over her muscle ribbed abdomen.
"While we're on the subject of men's boxing..."
Toni's glass stopped inches before her full lips.
"Before I finish with boxing for good and, because the halls have stopped me 
fighting, it looks like I have..."
..."I've always wanted a proper boxing session with a man."
Toni's glass hit the bar with a thud.
She got the drift at once.
"I can't promise anything, I'll see what I can do," she stammered.
Debbie nodded and the subject was dropped immediately.

Toni rang a few days later.
"If you pop round early this evening, you may be able to persuade Pete to box 
with you."
Debbie took an extraordinarily long time to get ready.
She played around with her hair for ages, until it was more page boy than tight 
perm.
She carefully shaved her legs, and all her other bits.
Toni's penchant for leather had not eluded her.
She eased the new thick, black leather skirt out of its wrapper.
Still completely nude, she stepped into it carefully, and for the first time.
The hem came to within a few inches of her knees, but the slit up the left hand 
side came up to her hip.
She got in front the full length mirror and did a twirl.
It looked good.
She crossed to her dressing table and opened a drawer.
Inside the package was another new item of clothing.
It could best be described as a singlet.
But it was very, very thin, almost gossamer.
She drew it carefully over her head and the hem settled way above her belly 
button.
She chose her highest black spikes, grabbed her keys and her little flight bag 
and headed for the door.

She knew of the area but the grandeur of some of the houses surprised her.
She mentally checked the address several times before heading up the drive.
The house was big and there were several, what seemed to her, like stables and 
outhouses included.
Outside stood several cars, each much more grand than her own hard worked for 
runaround.
Thankfully, before she reached the door Toni, who must have been watching out 
for her, came out to meet her.
She was barefoot, wore a white, cotton wrap around skirt and a white halter top 
bra overflowed with her massive chest.
"Come on in."
They ended up in the huge kitchen.
"Like the skirt," smiled Toni, breaking the ice.
"It's too early for a drink isn't it?" she hinted.
"Oh, yes," nodded Debbie, "I don't drink very often anyway."
Toni poured a cold orange juice from the fridge and made to leave the room.
"Shan't be a tick."
Debbie sat at the breakfast bar, gazing round at the well equipped kitchen.
It was almost like a commercial kitchen.
Toni reappeared, gone was the wrap around cotton skirt, it was replaced by a 
ridiculously short black leather mini, the white bra still struggled with her 46 
inch tits though, and she was still barefoot.
"That's more like it," she smiled.
Debbie couldn't wait any longer.
"Did you ask them?"
"Oh, yes," grinned Toni.  "Pete wants to fight you and my husband, Danny will 
referee."
Debbie nearly came on the spot.  Even thinking about boxing made her wet.
"He wanted to know if the fight was to be for real, so I told him it certainly 
was, that was right wasn't it?"
"Oh yes," sighed Debbie.
"They're in the exercise room now, let's go and find them."
Debbie stood, smoothing the unfamiliar leather over her quivering thighs.
She followed the big blonde out of the kitchen, she was sure she could see the 
bottom of Toni's white panties beneath the tiny black leather skirt.
Danny was a huge bloke.
Debbie thought at first that she had had a narrow escape from boxing him.
Then she had second thoughts.
She took his massive hand in a meek handshake.
He was a gorilla of a man, a perfect match for the all woman Toni.
Pete sidled over.
He was an obvious blend.  Five foot ten and  smaller framed than his father, 
with a cleaner cut look.  He was in shorts and singlet, his face and limbs shone 
wetly, he'd been warming up on the exercise bike.  
Debbie's eyes dropped to the floor when he said, "Hi."
She murmured a greeting.
He was clearly a man of action. 
"When do you want to do it?"
"Now?" whispered Debbie, her knees already atremble.
Toni glanced at her son, he shrugged.
"Fine by me, the ring's all set up."
Debbie had noticed the boxing ring in the corner as soon as she'd entered the 
big room.
"Come on Debbie," said Toni, taking charge, we'll go over the rules when you've 
changed.
"What do you want me to wear," shouted Pete after them.
Toni glanced at Debbie.
"Not shorts," she stammered, "swimming trunks?" she suggested.
"Swimming trunks," repeated Toni, loud enough for Pete to hear clearly.
"Ok."
"What are you going to wear," smiled Toni.
"I would say pants, but I'm not wearing any," stammered Debbie.
Toni smiled again.
"I expect I can fix you up, but I'm afraid I almost always wear g strings, 
that'll be all I have in my drawer."
"I'm sure that will be fine," blushed Debbie.
Toni led her into a massive room which, it transpired, was a room off the main 
bedroom that she called her changing room.
"I'm sure I bought some new strings a while ago, hang on."
Debbie looked on as she opened the whole of one wall which comprised a huge walk 
in wardrobe with drawers up to waist height along most of the length.
"Yes, here we are."
She tossed Debbie a package.
Her long fingers trembled as she opened the paper bag.
It bore the name of a store she'd only heard of.
"Come over and tip them out on the table."
Debbie crossed the thick carpet gingerly on her teetering heels.
"Which do you like best?"
Debbie picked up one of the vees, white with very thin elastic for the side 
strings.
The vee had a very subtle faint silvery butterfly on it, which sometimes caught 
the light.
"Yes," grinned Toni, "I liked that one."
"I'll get some towels, because the boys won't think to."
"Hang on 'til I come back before you get undressed."
She came back with armfuls of beautiful, white bath towels.
"Here's a little dressing gown for you as well."
Toni couldn't wait to see what was causing the material of Debbie's singlet to 
tent out so on the front of her jutting bosom.
She pulled a little chair up in front of Debbie and sat blatently, thighs 
crossed, pantie crotch on display, ready to watch the scared girl strip.
Debbie gave her the little g string to hold.
One quick tug and the little singlet was on the carpet.
Toni's jaw dropped.
Debbie's nipples were like two light brown thimbles.  They looked hard and 
stiff, jutting out at least half an inch.  No wonder the singlet material had 
been tenting out over them.
Her massive breasts seemed longer without any support.  Long and hanging down 
her chest half way to her deep belly button.
Debbie went deep crimson as she undid the fastener of the leather skirt.
It dropped heavily to the floor.
She turned to face Toni, her clean shaven mound and vaginal lips already 
glistening.  She eased the shoes off her beautiful feet, her breasts hanging 
vertically as she did so, each brushing a thigh alternately.
"You'll do," smiled Toni, reaching out to give her trembling hand a squeeze.
"Here, I'll help you with the string."
She dropped to her knees in front of Debbie, holding the string out ready for 
her to step into it.
As Debbie wiggled the string roughly into place, Toni caressed her perfect feet.
Her attentions returned to the string, and she fussed around the frightened girl 
until she was satisfied with it.
"Come over to the mirror and do a twirl," she smiled.
She did as she was bidden and was clearly pleased with the pants she'd chosen.
"You'll be fighting Pete off literally," she laughed, trying to ease the 
tension.
A smile flickered across Debbie's lips, but she quickly got to look serious 
again.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Toni, having noticed for how short a 
time Debbie had looked cheerful.
"Yes," stammered Debbie, "I can't let myself stop boxing without having gone in 
against a man."
"Peter will try to knock you out, you know that don't you?"
"Oh yes, I wouldn't want it any other way, I got hurt in all my fights I think."
She managed a weak smile again.
"Here," grinned Toni, understanding what she was saying and handing her the 
little silk dressing gown she'd found for her.
Debbie elegantly eased it over her shoulders.  Her nipples did their thing 
again, tenting the thin fabric at the front.  The hem came to the tops of her 
thighs, barely covering the fine gossamer covering her cunt.
Toni bent into the wardrobe, exposing vast amounts of brown thigh and the vee of 
her own g string.  The thick, black leather stretched taut over her broad bum.
"Here," she handed Debbie a little pair of white mules for the walk to the gym.
"You can keep them and the g string as momentos if you like."
Really she fancied the idea of knowing that those perfect little feet may be in 
her favourite mules from time to time.
Toni patted her bum, bare under the white silk.
"Come on then."
She straightened her leather skirt down over her thick thighs for the umpteenth 
time and led the frightened Debbie to the door.
Debbie physically shuddered when she re entered the gym.  The smell of sweat and 
leather, the two men huddled over by the heavy bag, the boxing ring itself, all 
emphasised the reason for her being there.  
She was going to get hurt.
Toni helped her shaking form up into the ring, between the rough ropes.
Danny came over, "all ready?"
"Um, apart from some rules," smiled Toni.
She stood barefoot in the ring, bending forward to talk to her husband, her 
massive breasts threatened to escape from the capacious bra.
Danny's eyes were rivetted to the expanse of firm, brown flesh.
"Come on, stop ogling my tits and get Pete over here."
Peter slouched over, one of the huge bath towels round his shoulders and a tiny 
pair of light blue swimming trunks beneath.  He too was barefoot.
His eyes were firmly fastened on the bulges in the material covering Debbie's 
chest.
"How many rounds?" asked Danny in Debbie's general direction.
"Can we go for a knockout finish," she whispered.
The two men shrugged.
Toni looked dark.
"What size gloves?"
"Do you have six ouncers," Susan enquired.
"Uh no, I'm pretty sure we haven't, they're rather small aren’t they?" said 
Peter.
Debbie whispered to Toni, "if you could fetch my little flight bag, there are 
two new pairs of six ouncers, I bought them specially.
Toni rushed off.
Taking advantage of her absence…

"We'll split the difference on the time of each round," grinned Danny, "two and 
a half minutes, ok?"
Debbie nodded.
When she told Toni of the length of the rounds, Toni again looked grave, she did 
know a little about boxing and realised that Susan would be used to two minute 
rounds.
Danny came over and his wife gave him the two pairs of new six ounce boxing 
gloves.  Both of them brilliant white.
"These must have cost a fortune" he smiled, "and they'll sting"
Debbie nodded enthusiastically.
The two men got into the ring.
Toni led Debbie over to her corner, she sat on the little stool, knees together.
Toni noticed that they were shaking violently.
"Scared?" she asked.
"Yes, I'm scared alright," admitted Debbie, "but this g string will be see 
through when I stand up, unless I'm very much mistaken."
Toni couldn't help but smile.
"Here let's get your gloves on then Danny can do them up for you, he knows more 
about it than me."
Until the boys had dragged her off to the boxing do, she'd never even thought 
about women boxing.  After witnessing the beating that Debbie had received, she 
wasn't too keen to see two women in the ring again, but kept her counsel.
Debbie wriggled her downy arms out of the robe and held out her trembling hands 
to receive the little, white six ounce leather boxing gloves.
Her face went scarlet as Toni pushed the gloves onto her strong hands.
"Ok?"
"Oh, yes," sighed Debbie.
"Have you…?"
"Yes," she stammered, "I always do when the gloves go on."

Peter already stood gloved up in the opposite corner.
Danny marched over.
"All ready?"
Debbie nodded and held out her gloved hands.
"You sure about this love?" he asked as he grabbed one of her boxing gloves.
Debbie nodded again and bit her bottom lip.
"Ok, it's your fight," he said and began to lace on the six ouncers.
Debbie blushed deeply again as he tightly tied off the laces and wound sticky 
tape round to stop the frayed ends flying.
When he was finally satisfied he patted the gloves, now resting on her trembling 
thighs and said quietly, "good luck."
"Ready?" asked Toni.
Debbie swallowed hard and stood up, holding on the top rope for support.
Toni went to her front and undid the tightly knotted belt.
She grinned when she noticed the state of Debbie's g string, it was sopping.
"I see what you mean about the pants," she whispered.
Debbie coloured up again.
"I can't help it," she said softly.
Danny took charge.
"Two and a half minute rounds then, round one."
He dinged an imaginary bell and the two boxers came to the centre of the ring, 
touched gloves and retreated a pace or two each again.
Danny motioned them forwards, rather too impatiently in Toni's eyes.
A crisp right jab from Peter sent Debbie's head back on her shoulders.
Toni glanced away.
Danny stood back on the ropes.
Another thud brought Toni's eyes back to the boxing ring.
She stood with her massive breasts hanging over the top rope in Debbie's corner 
as she watched her son leathering the young woman.
With her short reach Debbie was able to catch Peter with a few light jabs, but 
the traffic in punches had been largely one way.
Give her her due though she stood up to the thrashing with stoicism and turned 
for her corner at the bell still proud and upright.
"Alright?" asked Toni.
"Yes fine," replied Debbie breathlessly, "he's good isn't he?"
Toni nodded at the back handed compliment.
Toni fussed around, her huge, brown breasts right under Debbie's nose.
She couldn't help but stare.
"Would you like to see?" asked Toni near the end of the minute's break.
Debbie nodded.
As the two boxers were called out for the second round, she reached behind her 
neck to undo the halter and round behind her back for the straining catch.
Soon her completely bare breasts hung over the top rope.  Danny and Peter were 
used to seeing her topless or even naked round the house or at the beach, they 
hardly batted an eyelid.
Debbie never threw a punch in the second.  She more or less let Peter jab her in 
the face for the whole two and a half minutes.  He had one eye on his father 
towards the end of the round and landed a blistering straight right at the 
close.
Debbie staggered back her gloves up to her face.
Through the tears in her eyes she noticed Toni's bare breasts for the first 
time.
She brought her gloves down to cup her thighs as she plonked herself down.
"Lovely," she whispered.
Toni managed to get her hanging breasts in between the ropes.
She stood before the hurting Debbie clad in just the tiny black leather skirt.
There was a thin trickle of blood coming from her left nostril.
"Hardly surprising really," thought Toni, she'd seen the punch land.
If she'd had to take a blow like that she'd have gone down and stayed down, that 
would have been an end to it.
"Your nose is bleeding a little," she mentioned.
"Oh that's ok, I'm used to it."
Her eyes cleared of tears and she tried to concentrate on Toni's chest.
While Toni fanned her with the towel, she asked, "what size are you?"
The object of her question was obvious by the amount of attention she was giving 
it.
Toni smiled, "forty six double E."
Debbie held her gloved fist up to one of Toni's breasts.  The light brown areola 
seemed about as big around as the ball of leather.
In the centre of each areolae there stuck out a puckered brown nipple about half 
an inch in diameter and half an inch long.
Debbie looked down at her own bosom.  Her nipples were as hard as walnuts.
She looked down into her lap.  The front vee of her g string was one big, grey 
stain.
"You really are enjoying this aren't you?" gasped Toni.
"So far," admitted Debbie, blushing.
All to soon the third round was called and Debbie dragged her eyes away from 
Toni's chest to stand ready for the next two and a half minutes punishment.
Peter was warming to the job now.  
He had been rather reluctant to put his full weight behind his punches but, with 
his father's encouragement and his seeing Debbie's reaction to the straight 
right, he thought he now knew what this was all about.
As they came together near the ring centre, he splatted her left breast against 
her ribcage with the same straight right hander.
She keened in pain.
Toni wondered what that must feel like, and shuddered at the thought.
Debbie's face had gone white.
She'd been punched in the tits hundreds of times but, until now, always by 
another woman.  
She was suddenly scared, had she bitten off more than she could chew?
She gritted her teeth and brought her leathers up to her chin and drew her 
elbows over her lolling breasts, shielding them as best she could.
The move was not lost on the canny Peter.
He thought he knew her Achilles heel now.
He boxed her ears until she put her gloves up to shield the sides of her 
reddening face.
He whacked straight left and rights into both her tits until, whimpering the 
elbows came down again.
His father smiled in his corner, "like a cat with a mouse," he thought.
Peter kept it up for the full two and a half minutes, sometimes varying the ear 
boxing by straights to the middle of her poor face.
She stumbled back to her corner, breasts flaming red, blood literally running 
from both nostrils and tears coursing down her cheeks.
"You've had enough haven't you?" pleaded Toni.
"I'll be alright," croaked Debbie, laying her sweaty right boxing glove on 
Toni's arm.
Danny came over, showing mock concern, "you ok love, he knocked you about in 
that round and no mistake."
"I'll be fine," repeated Debbie, with an unconvincing smile.
"Alright," he said, obviously relieved, "just raise your arm and I'll stop it."
He went back over to his son who was examining the knuckle part of his boxing 
gloves, both smudged red.
Danny hopped out of the ring and dinged the bell once more.
Debbie eased herself off her stool and met Pete midring, as defiant as ever.
Peter hit her as hard as he could in the centre of her face.
Her nose began to run again and mingled with the gore coming from her split 
lips.  She stood there, gloves in front of her heaving breasts, themselves being 
spattered with the blood dripping from her face.
Peter shook his head gently and fired another cracking straight right into the 
side of her face, sending her spinning into the ropes near her own corner.
Even Toni collected a splash of blood on her huge tits as Debbie's poor face 
ended up more or less between them as she hung over the top rope, her bare 
quivering bum stuck out into the ring.
"That's it isn't it Deb?" she pleaded.
Debbie eased herself upright and disentangled her arms from the ropes.  She 
turned slowly and shuffled towards Peter again.
He jabbed her hard in her now obviously broken nose and she began openly to cry.
The front of her was a mess of blood, even the soggy little g string had a 
trickle or two down over it.
He shook his head more forcefully this time.
He turned for his corner, "I can't go on hitting her, look at the state she's 
in."
Debbie actually followed him to his corner, pleading with him to honour the 
rules and knock her out properly.
He grasped her right boxing glove, the whiteness of it contrasting with his own 
blood sodden leathers, "sorry, I can't."
She looked imploringly at Danny.
"I'll do it," he said, in a flash.
By now Toni had come round to Peter's corner.
"You damn well won't," she snapped.
She couldn't imagine the poor girl in the ring with her ape of a husband.
"That just leaves you," mumbled Debbie through her ragged lips.
She looked at Danny who was already unlacing his son's blood heavy gloves.
She knew he would do it if she didn't.
"Alright," she spat, "I don't like this, but you're not going to touch her 
Danny."
Debbie's shoulders sagged and she turned for her corner.
Danny held the ropes apart so that his angry wife could climb into the boxing 
ring. 
There was a great deal of brown thigh and white pantie on show as she clambered 
awkwardly onto the canvas.  She smoothed her little leather skirt back down and 
gazed around the ring, obviously she was in unfamiliar surroundings.  
Danny grabbed her attention and she turned to face him.
"Let's get these on you," he said half sarcastically.
He slid her left hand into one of the little once white boxing gloves.
The corners of his wife's lips went down and she shuddered.
Having the boxing gloves laced on did nothing for her.
She tried to convince herself that she was providing a service for the already 
broken woman in the opposite corner.
When both the soggy gloves were tied on as well as they could be Danny said, 
"just hit her as hard as you can," he leered, "if you put all your weight behind 
your punches, she won't last long," he grinned.
Toni looked daggers at him.
Peter had gone over to his erstwhile opponent's corner, he stood by Debbie but 
didn't move to console or help her.
"Don't ring that stupid bell," snapped Toni.
She walked over to Debbie's corner, the wet little boxing gloves held awkwardly 
over the front of her little leather skirt.
"Alright Deb?" she asked.
Debbie nodded slowly and straightened herself.
Peter removed himself and the stool.
Debbie shuffled back until she was up against the cornerpost.
Something snapped in Toni and she whacked Debbie in the face so hard even Danny 
winced.
Fresh blood started…
She hit Debbie again, even harder as she warmed up.
Debbie's chin dropped onto her spattered chest.
As her head came up again Toni caught her with a right uppercut that 
straightened out her short neck and she hung there for several seconds, blood 
now running freely down her thick thighs, before crashing to the floor as Toni 
stepped quickly back out of the way.
Toni sank to her haunches, turning the fallen woman over as gently as she could 
with her boxing gloved hands.
She lifted the bloody head and cradled it in the lap of her leather mini skirt, 
tears dropping onto her own heaving blood spattered bosom.