John Meets His "Match"
By Beaten Man   replies to humbled@abeatenman.com 
Gina was a real Knock Out


I had become obsessed. Saying it makes it a bit easier to deal with, but it
was obsession none the less. I couldn't get Rhonda out of my mind. The sight
of her standing victoriously over her husband Ralph haunted me night after
night. The combination of her beauty and strength were, I thought, unmatchable
by any other woman. To know that a woman that beautiful and that feminine
could be so tough and so strong when the need arose was the most stimulating
and arousing thought I'd ever had. The memory of her was with me day and
night. I had loved her for twenty years. Now I not only loved her, I was in
love with her..

I tried to find other women that could compare with her. I tried the on line
match services and the bar scene. I found lots of good looking women who
wanted to be pampered and cared for. Now I don't mind a little pampering, but
frankly fragile women just don't turn me on. It's not that I'm some sort of
freak that wants to beat women, it's just that I want a woman who can be my
equal both physically and mentally. I don't want to dominate or be dominated,
I want a partner. A soul mate.

And I'm not looking for some sort of feminine freak of nature with bulging
muscles either. I want some musculature in my dream woman but it should be
symmetrical and enhance her beauty, not make her look like a steroid enhanced
freak. I am definitely not looking for the female version of Shaquille O'Neal.
I want a strong woman, not a long haired man posing as one. So the strong
women I met through the gym didn't cut it either, they just weren't feminine
enough.

I even tried the session fighters, also to no avail. Most of them were frauds,
good looking women who would dominate you if you let them. When I took them
seriously and acted competitive they ran for the hills. They looked sexy and
cute in their boxing or wrestling apparel but were only as good as I'd allow
them to be. It wasn't my desire to travel around the country beating up women
who were just trying to make an honest living giving some men what they
wanted. I wasn't one of those men, so after a few nasty incidents I abandoned
that avenue of search.

In my entire life I had only met two women who fulfilled my criteria. One was
my own sister Peg and the other was Rhonda. I'm not in to incest so Peg was
definitely out of the question and Rhonda had someone she was deeply in love
with. It was beginning to look like I was S.O.L.

I could have the occasional contact with the women of my dreams - I just
couldn't have them. The frustration was driving me to the point that I was
seriously considering therapy. It is not healthy for a man to be obsessing
over a friend's wife, especially one that was happy and content in her
marriage. As for my own sister, that was just to bizarre to even consider. I
was becoming depressed and withdrawn. At the same time I was filled with
constant jealousy for both my friend Ralph and even my brother in law Ray. Why
were they so lucky?

I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself to help you understand
what a quandary I was in. I am by no means an easy guy to physically
challenge. I am forty years old, over six feet tall and weigh two hundred and
ten pounds. I am solid as a rock and hold a third degree black belt in Go Shu
Ru Karate. I have boxed since I was a kid and I manage to find my way into the
gym at least three times a week. I have been jogging three miles a day since I
was fifteen and I am religious about daily calisthenics. I no longer am an
active instructor or competitor in Karate but I do still give private lessons
to promising students to supplement my income and keep active. Swimming and
tennis round out my day to day physical routine. I have a full head of black
hair and, what I am told are, sexy blue eyes. Most women find me attractive. I
have no trouble finding dates and sex partners. I just can't find a life
partner.

Like I said, I couldn't get Rhonda out of mind . She was the one I thought
about when I was with other women. She was the one I thought about when I was
alone. Lately she'd been all I thought about at all.

The only people I could discuss my problem with, were my sister Peg and her
husband, Peg's husband Ray was especially understanding, he had looked for a
woman like the one I wanted for twenty five years before discovering her in
the bed next to him. He knows what real happiness is and how hard it can be to
find. It was through Ray and Peg that I met Gina.

Gina was a real looker and a full sized woman to boot. . She was five foot ten
and weighed a curvaceous one hundred and sixty five pounds. She had thick,
wavy shoulder length jet black hair and the biggest dark brown eyes I had ever
seen. Her figure was mouth watering with measurements I would estimate to be
37 - 24 - 37. And were a talking a D cup 37 at that.

The girl must have known her way around a gym because she was build like an
Olympic swimmer or gymnast. She had sharply defined biceps and triceps, not
overly large, but solid and hard. swelling impressively when she flexed. Her
legs were shapely and smooth with well developed calf muscles like a runner
might have. Her stomach was hard and tight with real definition framing her
solid six pack

Her face matched her body. her eyes were wide set and almond shaped. Her lips
were full and she had classic Greco/Roman features. To put it mildly, the lady
was a knock out. And a knock out in more ways than just her looks.

She had been in an abusive relationship for five years. Her ex husband had
fancied himself a tough guy and would regularly take his frustrations out on
his beautiful wife. She got fed up with the abuse and decided to do something
about it. The something was a self defense course. She learned a little
karate, a little boxing and a bit of wrestling. Most of what she learned was
designed to disable an aggressive attacker. She was a quick learner and within
a year had mastered enough techniques to make her a credible adversary in any
physical confrontation. Not an expert, but trained well enough to defend
herself against all but the most skillful of opponents. Her husband was not a
particularly skillful fighter, he was just a bully. He also was not a
particularly big man, in fact he was just a bit smaller than Gina.

The story I got was that she kept her training a secret until she was sure she
could handle her husband. When she thought she was ready she marched herself
off to the construction site that her husband worked at and called him out in
the middle of the day. She told him in front of his co-workers that she was
done taking his abuse and he had until nightfall to get his shit out of their
house.

He tried to show off in front of his friends and attempted to cow his wife by
taking a punch at her. Instead of the frightened woman he was expecting, he
found himself in a knock down drag out fist fight with an extremely strong and
skillful foe. She beat him to within an inch of his life, putting him in the
hospital. A month later she had an uncontested divorce that gave her the house
and the car. Needless to say, he never bothered her again.

That was five years ago when she was thirty three. The house she got in the
divorce is in the same neighborhood as Peg and Ray's house. The three of them
had became good friends since Gina's divorce.

It was Ray who got the idea that she might be just the woman for me. He was
immediately struck by her physical resemblance to Rhonda. She was the right
age and had the right looks and attitude. When Ray found out about what she
had done to her ex husband he remembered my lament about not being able to
find a woman who could compare with Rhonda and of how I couldn't get her
strength out of my thoughts.

To Ray, if this one couldn't measure up, no one could.. He decided to play
matchmaker and invite us both to his house on the same day. He set up a
neighborhood Bar B Que inviting Gina and several other couples who lived in
their development. Since Gina was the only one of his neighbors that wasn't
married, he invited me to round out the quorum and bring his party to an even
number of guests. He figured, since we would be the only two people there
without spouses, we would naturally gravitate towards one another. Good old
Ray, he may have gotten his ass handed to him boxing with his wife, but at
least his brains hadn't been scrambled. It was a perfect plan for getting two
people together without being obvious as to what he was doing.

He picked a perfect day for an outside party, It was hot and sunny and there
wasn't a cloud in the sky. I showed up at their house about 2:00 PM and found
the party in full swing. My arrival made for a total of ten people in
attendance. I changed into my bathing suit and joined the rest of the guests
out back by the pool. Ray took me around and introduced me to all the other
guests, making sure he saved Gina for last. One look at the beautiful woman
with the white string bikini barely covering her lush curves and I was hooked.
She must have liked what she saw too, within five minutes of our introduction
we were off in a corner together talking as if we had known each other for
years. We really hit it off.

I found her fascinating. She wasn't just beautiful, she was intelligent and
interesting as well. She was well versed in politics and world affairs, having
knowledge and opinions on a wide variety of subjects that interested me. Much
more often than not I found myself in total agreement with her opinions.

We were practically inseparable after our initial introduction. I had already
asked her for a date to go jogging together the following morning by the time
I started on my second beer. To my delight she not only accepted but told me I
had saved her the embarrassment of having to ask me. I found her bold and
honest response as refreshing as a mountain stream. I hadn't been that
impressed with a woman since I first met Rhonda twenty years ago.

Eventually the other guests left leaving Ray, Peg, Gina and myself alone in
the back yard. I think I mentioned earlier that I hold a third degree black
belt. Ray is also a black belt, ranked two degrees below me. He asked me if I
would go over some Kata [forms] with him. We went out in the back and worked
out together for about a half an hour while the girls watched. When we were
done Gina asked if I wouldn't be willing to give her some private lessons.

I have never agreed to anything that quickly before. I gave her the first
lesson right there in Ray's back yard and then made arrangements to come to
her house on a regular basis. By the time the lesson ended I was totally
infatuated with the woman. So much so that I took her out for dinner that same
night.

Ray and Peg, probably by design, begged off the dinner leaving Gina and I
alone, We went to a small Italian restaurant in the neighborhood and had
quiet, romantic dinner together that included three bottles of red wine. By
the time I took her home we were both more than just a little tipsy, the good
night kiss on her doorstep was long and passionate. The feel of her body in my
arms was like electricity. I hadn't been so turned on in years.

I don't know if I seduced her or if she seduced me but I never did go home
that night. We spent the entire evening together and it was the most
incredible sexual experience of my life. It was as though we had been lovers
for years, we each instinctively seemed to know exactly what the other person
wanted. We couldn't get enough of each other, the love making went on for
hours leaving us both drained and totally satisfied. We slept until 9:00AM the
following morning.

In the morning I rolled out of bed and on to the floor for my morning
calisthenics. To my delight Gina got down next to me on the floor and copied
my routine. The girl definitely had a competitive nature. I normally do two
sets of 100 push ups. She matched my pace but when I sat back to rest between
sets she did an extra 25. Then on the second set when I kept going to 125 she
still did an extra 25 and didn't stop until 150. She did the same thing when I
did sit ups, doing just a few more reps than I did. I decided to cross her up
on the crunches and just kept on going to 1000 on the first set. I still had
to lay there and watch her do an extra 100. I loved it, beautiful, brainy,
great in the sack and now, physically competitive. I was in hog heaven.

When we were finished I just sat there admiring her strong athletic body. She
was pumped from the exercise, her muscles were glistening with sweat and
standing out. She looked back at me and when she saw my dick stiffening she
pushed me on my back and mounted it. She kept my hands pinned to the floor as
she rode me. The harder I pushed back the harder she fought to maintain the
dominant position and pushed back against me. I can't describe the feeling of
laying there under that incredible body as she "forced" herself on me. That
had to be the most erotic sex I'd ever had. We experienced a mutual climax and
literally exploded together. I'm sure Ray and Peg must have heard our screams
all the way down the street.

After a brief rest we decided to go for our jog before it got too much warmer
outside. Even running was a contest with Gina. We hadn't gone a hundred yards
when she began trying to out pace me. It was a struggle for the full three
miles just to keep up with her. By the time we got back to her block we were
practically sprinting. She still managed to pull ahead for the last 200 yards.
Watching her gorgeous feminine ass pumping away as she sprinted home was the
best reward I ever got for running a race. I was so turned on from the run
that I practically tackled her to the ground as we entered her house. That
marked the fifth time we'd made love in less than ten hours. It just got
better each time. For the first time in many years it was the woman I was
with, and not Rhonda, that was on my mind.

We saw each other at least three or four times a week for the next month. We
would meet for tennis or swimming or for a Karate lesson every other day.
Every game was a spirited contest. We would play tennis for set after set with
the game going back and forth. No matter how many sets we played Gina refused
to quit playing until she could get up by a game. If it took six sets for that
to happen we would play six sets, whatever it took.

The woman was an incredible athlete. If we swam a 100 meter race and she lost
she would immediately challenge me to another race, if she lost again she'd
want a third. Gina refused to finish anything as second best. And win or lose
she was happy for the competition. She never gloated when she won or sulked on
the rare occasions when she didn't. Whatever she did, she did for the sheer
joy of doing it. She was so much like me it was almost scary. I kept expecting
someone to wake me up and tell me it was a dream.

About the only thing that didn't work out were the Karate lessons. Not because
she wasn't a good student, anything but, she was terrific. The problem was me.
Not my teaching, I know my stuff, the problem was my libido. One look at her
athletic body in a fighting pose filled me with lust. I just couldn't keep my
hands off her. Every attempted lesson quickly degenerated into a sex match.
Gina never seemed to mind when I would jump her during the lessons. I think
she was as turned on watching me punch, block and kick as I was watching her.
She was fascinated by combat and completely aroused by it. It stimulated her
natural competitive juices.

Our third weekend together Ray came over to do some non contact sparring with
me. We feinted back and forth and threw a variety of kicks at one another.
Gina was transfixed by the scene and practically tore my shorts off as soon as
Ray left. The following weekend we went to Ray and Pegs house and the two of
them treated us to a two round boxing match. By the end of the second round
Peg had Ray hanging on for dear life. The sight of the male/female match
aroused Gina as never before. She pulled me into their guest room and forced
herself on me the way she had that first morning.

When we were done making love and were lying together on the bed she asked me
if the two of us could do a little sparring before I went home for the week.
If just watching two people box could turn her on that much I couldn't imagine
what pleasures awaited me after a few rounds of actual contact. I knew I could
hardly wait to find out. I agreed instantly and promised her we would spar a
round or two the following morning.

I asked her what her pleasure would be. I was hoping she'd want to wrestle,
the thought of grappling with her strong curvy body had my dick already at
attention. Instead, to my surprise, she picked boxing. When I asked her why
boxing instead of Karate, she told me that Peg and Ray had been tutoring her
in the manly art for a while. Since I was an expert in karate she reasoned
that it would be much more interesting, as she put it, if we boxed.

I'm pretty sure what she meant by interesting was competitive. As a matter of
fact, she told me that she didn't want me to be afraid to hit her or to pull
my punches, she didn't want an unfair advantage. She wanted to be sure I would
be fully competitive. What a woman!

Now here is where the story begins to get interesting and perhaps a little
confusing.

Though Gina and I had been almost inseparable since we'd met there was
something quite important we each knew about the other person and were each
unaware the other knew.

Gina didn't know that I knew what she'd done to her husband. It was Ray who
told me about it. She didn't even know Ray knew so there was no reason for her
to even think that I did. And I had no way of knowing that Ray had told her
about my obsession with Rhonda. How I felt about her ability to overcome
incredible odds and emerge victorious when everything was on the line. I had
no idea she knew how I valued that kind of competitive spirit and toughness.
And I certainly had no way of knowing how important that was to Gina. I was so
wrapped up in my growing attraction to her that I had failed to see that she
was falling as hard for me as I was for her.

I didn't realize that Gina wanted to box specifically to gain my respect and
admiration. She had picked boxing because she knew what an effect watching
Rhonda in action had had on me. She wanted to show me that she was just as
good as my dream woman. Gina wanted to demonstrate to me that I had found a
woman who was every bit as strong and capable as Rhonda.

Gina, on the other hand didn't know that I would be taking her quite seriously
as an opponent, she expected that I would treat her as a novice who had never
fought before. While I didn't seriously think she could present much of a
challenge to someone as big, well conditioned and experienced as myself I was
still aware that she had demonstrated the capability to take a mans punch and
defeat him after he'd underestimated her.

If Peg had been training her then she would be a decent enough boxer
regardless of her actual experience. Peg is one of the best. I didn't expect
to just walk in and overwhelm her with my boxing skills. Like a good
heavyweight facing a good middleweight I just expected to be the harder
puncher that would dominate the inevitable exchanges. I would treat her with
the same caution I would any decent middleweight.

I had no intention of letting her win, I'm not built that way. You spar with
me and I come after you. I like competition but I prefer to come out on top in
any type of match. In this case I was seriously considering spending the rest
of my life with Gina, I wanted her to be able to look up to me. Gina, on the
other hand, wanted to give a good account of herself and show me I had met the
woman who was my equal. She wasn't about to quit easily.

We were each in for more of a competitive fight than either one of us expected
from a light sparring session..

We spent the rest of the day as we normally did, playing tennis in the morning
and then doing some swimming in the hot afternoon. We doubled with Peg and Ray
for an early dinner and then Gina and I went back to her house for another
night of hot sex. The thought of mixing it up with her the next day served as
my inspiration for the evening's activities.

In the morning we both warmed up with our usual calisthenics, each of us
trying to out do the other as we did the exercises and then jogged. Gina was
so competitive that we wound up running the three miles in well under twenty
minutes. My heart was pounding by the time we ran the last quarter mile. After
our run Gina sent me over to Peg and Ray's house to give her a little time to
get ready to rumble as she put it. I spent an anxious two hours with them
staying warmed up and wondering what Gina was up to at her house.

When I got back to Gina's I was in for a bit of a surprise. I had expected her
to put on some sort of sexy attire and get herself all dolled up for our
little match. Quite to the contrary, what I found waiting for me was a warrior
woman.

She had scrubbed off her make up and pulled her thick black hair back into a
tight pony tail. Instead of the satin trunks I was expecting she was wearing a
pair of light grey stretch running shorts that started at her hips and ended
just above her knees. They were form fitting and showed off her firm round ass
and curvy hips like a second skin.

For a top she wore a simple grey sleeveless under shirt with the bottom part
cut off so that it only came down a little below the incredible tits that it
was barely covering. Her midriff was bare and she was braless. The practically
transparent undershirt more or less just laid on her tits, both of which
peeked out from underneath when she raised her arms.

She was covered in a thin film of perspiration, she had obviously been warming
up, and the muscles in her arms were already pumped. They looked hard and
thick framed by the sleeveless shirt. She must have been feeling a bit aroused
as well, her nipples looked as though she had been icing them. They were hard
as rocks and pushing out her already sweat stained undershirt a good 1/4 inch
passed each breast. Her flat, hard stomach looked like a washboard above the
sweat stained waist band of her hip hugger shorts.

My warrior woman led me through her kitchen and laundry room into the one car
garage. When her and her ex husband first bought the house they elected to
have the garage finished as a rec- room instead of leaving it as a garage. It
was actually three rooms. The overhead exterior garage door opened into a
store room that was only about six feet deep. The rest of the garage was
divided into the laundry room and the rec room. The rec room was sandwiched
between the other two rooms. It was about twelve feet wide by ten feet deep.
There was thick carpeting on the floor and plain unpainted particle board
walls. Gina had never gotten around to furnishing the room so it was
completely bare. Since it was in the middle between two other rooms there were
no windows. Other than the fact that it wasn't air conditioned it made almost
a perfect ring.

We didn't have any boxing gear but I did have several pair of karate "hands"
and some mouthpieces that I had brought in from my car. Karate hands are
lightweight pads with a vinyl surface. There are plastic rings that you slip
your thumb and fingers through on the bottom side. After you slip your fingers
through the rings you simply make a fist and the padding is wrapped around
your hand. In other words your hands are padded on the punching surface but
not on the inside. The good thing about hands is that they are extremely
lightweight and not at all cumbersome like boxing gloves. The drawback is that
you have to remember to keep your hand in a tight fist or you wind up with a
jammed finger. They allow for sharp crisp punches to a smaller target while
protecting the hands from injury. They don't actually soften the blows but
they do tend to protect the bones in the face when a punch lands there.

We slipped on the Karate hands and set some rules for our sparring session.
Since we were both well conditioned we would box a five minute round. After a
round we would rest for two minutes and then decide if we wanted to fight
another round. If we did we would follow the same pattern until one or the
other of us decided we'd had enough. No punching below the belt and clinching
was to be avoided. Since we did not have nose protectors and our fists were
only lightly padded, just jabs would be allowed to the nose. I was to avoid
punching at her tits, other than that everything was a fair target.

Once the rules were set I felt obligated to warn Gina that boxing could be
brutal and that she didn't have to do it to please me. She had displayed
enough skill and athleticism in other sports to prove to me that she was a
competitive woman and every bit my equal. I wouldn't think any less of her if
she chose not to engage me in such a rough sport.

Gina motioned for me to stand back and said I want to show you something. I
moved back against the wall and gave her the entire floor to work with. She
brought her hands up and proceeded to shadow box for a full minute. She
bobbed, weaved and threw punches in rapid fire combinations looking as though
she'd been boxing for years instead of just a few months. When she stopped she
wasn't even breathing hard. Then she motioned for me to come back to the
middle of the room.

When I did she walked right up to me until we were nose to nose. I grinned at
her and said, very pretty, very skillful looking. But can you punch as well as
you throw punches? She stood stock still for a second and then said, John Boy,
you are in for the fight of your life this morning. I'm strong, fast and
skillful. I expect you to give me your best because that's what you'll get
from me. This is no different than any other sport we compete in. I like
competition and I like to win, but if I don't, and you do, I am woman enough
to accept that and move on to another sport. I hope you're man enough to feel
the same way if I win.

I won't let you win just to stoke your male ego and I don't want you letting
me win in order to protect my feminine sensibilities. Just be warned, like any
other contest, I expect to win this one. And as for your question, can I
punch? You'll have to answer that one.

Wow, I thought, she's incredible. Her little speech almost sounded as if I
wrote it. I couldn't believe how much alike we were. If I wasn't already in
love with her I sure was now.

As I stood there in my black jogging shorts staring at my bare foot Amazon I
realized that she really was a formidable opponent. I was less than three
inches taller than her and I really wasn't much broader. My arms were thicker
than hers, but so was the rest of me, and her legs were every bit as muscular
as mine. Her stomach had even better definition than mine and looked hard as
stone. My big advantage was the forty five pounds I outweighed her by. Each
punch I landed would carry that extra weight and each punch I absorbed would
have the extra size to cushion the blow. In a larger ring she might have
actually had a chance since she could dance out of range and use her speed
advantage but in these close quarters my power advantage would quickly
overwhelm her, or so I thought.

Since we were already nose to nose in the center of the tiny room all that
remained was for us to slip in the mouthpieces, raise our fists and say go. We
did and the bout was on.

Gina held her fists high and in tight by her face as we circled each other.
She moved her head slightly from side to side as she studied me, looking for
an opening. I threw a couple of quick jabs towards her raised fists, but as I
expected she easily picked them off. Since she was leaving her stomach
unprotected below her elbows I shifted my jabs low and shot two into her
stomach rapid fire. Her stomach was every bit as hard as it looked and the
jabs bounced off harmlessly.

Instead of jabbing back she kept her hands in protecting her face and waited
for me to make a mistake. The next time I fired the jab into her stomach she
hooked with her right above the jab and caught me flush on the left cheek.
when my head swiveled to the right she brought her own right back in and then
fired it twice more into the ribs on the my left side. I brought my fists in
tight to protect my sides and she fired three quick jabs to my face. The first
two landed on my nose but I picked off the third and countered with a straight
right that caught her flush to the chin and backed her off a few steps. Other
than moving back she didn't appear to be hurt by the fairly heavy punch.

We had exchanged a few quick punches and learned a little bit about each
other. For one she had demonstrated incredible hand speed and good power in
her hook. I would have to be careful of her counterpunching ability. I knew
that she was determined to protect her face and was offering me her stomach as
a lure. If I took the bait I was going to get countered. From the way she
remained unflinching from the right I landed on her chin I could see that she
could take a punch and I would need to fire combinations in order to hurt her.
For her part Gina had learned that I was perfectly capable of absorbing
several punches and then evening the exchange with one punch. If she made the
slightest mistake when attacking me she would find herself on the receiving
end of that overhand right.

Gina decided to cut down my punching room and get in close. As we circled she
moved right in to me until her head was under my chin. From there she could
fire into my stomach and sides without having to worry about either my jab or
my overhand right. All I could do was fire back into her stomach. We stopped
circling and began exchanging short two punch combinations to each others mid
section. We stood in the center of the room firing back and forth under each
other's elbows.for a good two minutes. We were in so close I could feel her
protruding nipples brush lightly against my chest as she would pivot first
right and then left to get extra power in her short punches.

Her hands were a bit faster than mine and I found myself receiving six punches
for every four that I landed in exchange. I discovered that in this close her
being slightly shorter gave her a leverage advantage on her punches, they were
packing as much power as mine, I couldn't believe that she was not only taking
everything I could dish out toe to toe, but was giving me more than I was
delivering, right back in my gut. At the rate we were exchanging I'd find
myself in a bit of trouble if I didn't change tactics soon.

I stepped back and threw the over hand right as I did, nailing her just below
her left eye. The right was too late though, she had already launched a quick
uppercut as I stepped back. Her uppercut caught me right on the point of the
chin just as my punch landed on her cheek. Boy did she pack a wallop. My legs
turned to jelly and I landed right on my ass at her feet. I wasn't really
badly hurt, but I sure was stunned. That was about as hard as I'd ever been
hit.

I looked up at my gray clad Amazon and grinned sheepishly, I'm sure I must
have been blushing like a rose. She was rubbing the quickly developing welt on
her cheek as our eyes met. She put her fists on her hips, grinned down at me
and asked if I wanted to quit. Are you kidding, I said. I'm just getting
warmed up, you're going down next.

Big talk from a man on his ass was her quick reply.

I shook off the punch and stood, determined to even the rapidly diminishing
round. Gina waited in a defensive stance to see what sort of attack I planned.
I wasn't going to allow her to dictate the pace of the fight. If she wanted to
be in close and bang then I was going to box my way in behind the jab and get
her backing up.

I started firing as I approached her. She kept her right cocked and jabbed
back at my chest with her left. I was surprised by how much the jab to my
chest hurt, I tried to disguise my discomfort and keep a poker face as I
continued jabbing at her nose but her second stiff jab in my chest caused me
to grunt with pain. and stopped me in my tracks.

Seeing that her chest shots were hurting me Gina began firing the jab like a
piston at my sternum. I jabbed back but began giving ground as her chest shots
poured in. As I backed away each successive punch she landed hurt more than
the previous one, I was grunting like a pig. After five or six more of the
jabs I had been backed to the wall. My chest was killing me and it was
becoming difficult to breath,

I brought my attack down to protect my chest and fired at her stomach. Again
she caught me with the quick right hook above my jab, this time right on my
jaw line. My head pivoted right into her oncoming left hook which caught me
flush on the mouth. I felt my lips immediately begin to swell from the punch.
I pulled both my arms in close in front of my face and crouched. Gina just
stepped in and started firing at my stomach with both hands. I doubled over
and laid my head on her chest as she continued pounding away at my stomach. I
tried reaching for her hands to stop her attack and she stepped back, firing
her left uppercut between my grasping arms. My head snapped back as it landed
and I fell against the wall with my arms at my side.

Just then the kitchen timer we had set buzzed, ending the round, saving me
from the humiliation of being knocked down for the second time in the first
round.

That was five minutes I won't soon forget. I have been in lots of matches,
winning most and losing a few. I have never been beaten that badly in an
opening round. She had out punched me toe to toe and easily out boxed me. I
was all but out on my feet by the end of the round. So much for my supposed
power advantage.

I slid down the wall to a sitting position and looked up at the incredible
Gina. Her eye had a mouse under it and there was a hint of blood trickling
from her nose, otherwise she looked relatively untouched.

She was drenched in perspiration with her magnificent boobs clearly visible
beneath the now transparent undershirt. Her chest heaved rhythmeticly as she
gulped air in the stifling room. Her shirt had ridden up a bit and her hard
nipples were peeking out beneath it's tattered bottom. The muscles in her
upper arms were pumped up and the sweat was running down her arms. At that
moment she was the most awesome creature I had ever seen. In spite of the pain
I was in my dick began to stiffen at the sight of her.

Gina broke the silence first. I guess I won that round, she said. Do you want
a chance to get even or have you had enough? The signs that she was enjoying
the contest were all over her face and body She had a sexy look in her eyes
and her nostrils were flaring. The tips of her nipples on her sweaty breasts
looked as though they were about to pop and she kept shifting her weight as
she attempted to rub the tops of her legs together. My warrior woman was
definitely turned on.

I probably should have packed in it for the day but you know how male pride
works. At the time it seemed perfectly logical to me that I would expect
different results by trying the same thing that didn't work once, again, And
after I'd been knocked down twice yet.. Yeah, right. I was as competitive as
Gina. I just had to have that chance to at least pull even.

Hell yes I want another round, I replied. You're still going down lady, I
added with a bit of false bravura.. And in case I forget to mention it later,
If anyone else asks you if you can punch, You tell them yes. You can tell them
I said so. I tried to hide my competitiveness with a little humility. It made
me sound like a good sport.

My humility worked. She smiled and said In that case I'll reset the timer and
get us some water. But this is the last round, she added as. she left the
room.

While she was gone I took a brief inventory of my condition after one round.
Both of my lips were puffed out and my chest felt as though someone had been
jack hammering on it. I would have a nasty welt on my jaw tomorrow and I was,
if anything, even more drenched than Gina. But other than that, I was in
pretty good shape.

Who am I kidding, I was a mess. She was quick as lightning and was a
devastating puncher when moving forward. The only thing I could figure to
neutralize that was to get her moving back. Backward motion would slow down
the hands and lighten the punch. I refused to believe that she could take a
punch as well as me. If one landed I would have my knockdown. Then I could
quit at least even. Now, looking back, I can't believe I thought that was
important.

Gina returned with two bottles of cold water. She walked up to where I was
sitting and stood right above me as she offered me a bottle. Her crotch was
inches from my face, the smell of her perfumed sweat and arousal made my
already stiffening dick jump to attention. Without thinking I instinctively
grabbed her around her luscious ass and pulled her to me. I buried my face in
her crotch and Gina moaned out load. Her breath instantly quickened as she
pushed back against my puffy lips and moaned even louder. Within seconds she
screamed yes, yes, yes and her entire body shuddered.

As her breathing slowed and the effects of the climax subsided Gina stepped
back away from me. What was that all about? she asked. That was your reward
for winning the round I guess, was all I could think to say. I was as
surprised by my actions as she was. She smiled down at me and then said, If
that's what I get for winning you're in big trouble in the next round Mister.
I laughed and got to my feet.

Ready to get your ass kicked again so soon, Gina asked me as I stood. I'm
ready alright, but it's your ass getting kicked this time I replied. I'm
coming to get you baby doll. Gina slipped in her mouth piece and raised her
hands. I'm right here, she said, you shouldn't have any trouble finding me. I
brought my fists up and said , lets go, as I stepped forward.

Gina tried jabbing in at my chest again. This time I kept my arms in to
protect myself and took the jabs on my forearms as I came forward. When I was
on top of her I pushed against here with my shoulder. As she stepped back I
shoved her against her shoulders and she stumbled back still farther. Now that
I had her moving backwards I was ready to strike. I jabbed over her fists
twice in rapid succession catching her chin with both jabs. Her return jabs
were short and my follow up right caught her clean on the chin. Gina brought
her arms up in front of her face and stumbled back the rest of the way across
the little room until her back hit the wall.

Your ass is mine now I said as I stepped in punching at her stomach. She
played peek a boo behind her arms as she recovered from the chin shots and I
continued pounding at her stomach. I tried forcing another jab between her
raised arms and she fired back a short right to my cheek and then a quick left
hook to my ribs. I returned a left hook to her side under her right and my own
right over her left to her cheek,

I continued trying to press my advantage in close with Gina trapped against
the wall. We exchanged a flurry of short punches to each others sides,
stomachs and cheeks, back and forth in two punch combinations. She would lay
back behind her raised arms as I pounded underneath and then come back over
the top with quick combinations.

Gina stepped into a wicked right cross to my ribs as I landed a short left
above it to her jaw. Her follow up left uppercut jerked my head back and got
me to back off of her. She moved forward with an overhand right to my chest
and now I was the one moving back. As she advanced I leaned into her to stop
her forward motion, pressing my left arm against her body as I pumped the
right underneath to her stomach. My punches to her stomach were useless. She
ate them like candy and just fired back at my stomach.

We were now back to the center of the room and still exchanging two punch
combinations. We both had our hands in tight by our heads weaving slightly as
we fired back and forth. Gina began to move forward ever so slowly with each
combination we exchanged. I kept giving ground in small steps and firing
combinations to her stomach and cheek as I backed up.

Methodically and relentlessly Gina's hard counter punches drove me back until
I had no place left to retreat. My back was now to the wall. A hard overhand
right from Gina rocked me and I covered up against the wall behind my arms.
Whose ass is whose Gina asked as she now stepped in and began firing at my
middle. I tried punching back over her attack and caught another of her
devastatingly quick uppercuts for my effort. My knees were already buckling
when her next punch drove deep into my stomach. I sagged and fell forward
against Gina desperately grabbing for her shoulders. I never saw the second
uppercut coming that exploded on my chin as I was slumping forward.....

Gina was wearing the sheerest negligee I had ever seen as she danced
seductively in the shimmering moonlight on the white sand beach. Her breasts
swayed gently against the flimsy silk as she rotated her lush round hips. She
moved in a slow circle until her round firm ass was rotating just inches from
my face. The sound of the approaching train in the background grew louder and
louder until it's roar completely drowned out the music she was swaying to. As
the train roared by Gina continued to turn in her dance and slowly became
transparent, finally disappearing.

John! John! Can you hear me? It was Gina sitting astride my chest. She tapped
lightly at my cheeks as she continued calling my name. I was laying on my back
spread eagled with my arms and legs stretched out, my mouthpiece lying next to
me by my head. For the first time in my life I had been knocked out. I had
been involved in martial arts for over thirty years and Gina was the first
person to manage that feat. I had always wondered what other people were
experiencing as I stood over them, now I knew.

I'm okay I said. Just let me lay here for a minute or two and I'll be fine.
Gina moved off my chest and sat next to me as I propped myself against the
wall. You had me worried, she said

As my wits slowly returned I stole a quick glance at the beautiful woman who
had just thoroughly beaten me. What kind of a fool had I been? Why hadn't I
just accepted losing a stinking round to her and not foolishly fought a second
one. What was she thinking of me? Did she think me weak, or even worse a bully
like her ex husband who had now gotten his just comeuppance? Had I blown my
chance with the most fabulous woman I had ever met?

You're one hell of a fighter I said. I hope you'll give me a rematch. Gina
flashed me a brilliant smile and as our eyes met she suddenly asked, Am I as
good as Rhonda?

I was dumbfounded. You know who Rhonda is?, I managed to stammer. She ignored
my question and instead stood up. I'll fight her if you want, we can go there
right now and her and I can have out.

The thought of those two incredible Amazons going at it was stimulating
enough, but not half as arousing as the knowledge that my warrior woman was
willing to go to such lengths to win my heart. I was filled with desire for
her body. I wanted to hold her and run my hands over every inch of her.

You have nothing to prove, I'm the inadequate one. You're more woman than I've
ever met I said as I started to push myself off the floor. I got as far as my
knees when Gina placed her hand on my shoulder stopping me from rising
further. Then what about our bet, she asked.

What bet I answered back in confusion. The bet we made before the bout. she
replied. You're not trying to welsh are you. Because if you are, you can have
that rematch right now buster,

Whoa, slow down, I said. . I just don't remember any bet. I would never welsh,
just refresh my memory,

Gina looked sternly down at me and very slowly and clearly said, The bet we
made where the loser of the fight has to propose to the winner.

Oh, that bet, I replied. Sure I remember it now.

Well, as long as I'm already down here on my knees ...

The End.

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