Boxing For Dummies
by GJ



Dear readers: This is a story of fiction and any names, situations, locales
and descriptions are purely made up. Any coincidence to real life is just
that. Enjoy GJ

Ok, I admit it. I am not a fighter. Actually I am in pretty decent
shape....5'10, 180 lbs., yada yada. Like most people I have never engaged in
fighting( although I have been the recipient of more than one beat down( at
the hands ..oh sorry.... at the fists of some very strong girls and women.)
This last time though was the straw that broke the camels back or maybe I
should say, his JAW.

I was minding my own business as I was prone to do. I was walking down a
deserted block ,at an unreasonable hour, having worked on a project that had
to be completed that night. As I was walking to my Jag( ok is one of many
diversions in my life), I happened upon this women beating some guy to jelly.
By the time I had come on the scene, the poor guy had his teeth strewn all
over the sidewalk. His face looked like he had gone through a windshield. His
attacker was very muscular. It was too dark to see her face but I could see
her muscles glistening in the moonlight on this very balmy summer's night. She
finished him off with one final uppercut and I could hear his jaw break. Her
punch was so powerful that her hapless victim flew through the windshield of a
late model Toyota. .....shattering his face and the glass to bits. He came to
rest upside down in the back seat.

Stupidly I yelled, "Hey, stop that.....let him alone. I am going to call the
police on my cell phone." Big mistake. Shitttttttttttttttttt she was advancing
on me now, OH NO. In two seconds she had her powerful hand around my throat.
She lifted me about 10 feet into the air. Soon I was turning blue. As my eyes
tried to focus on this woman wrecking ball, I looked into her face. Holly
shit, she was wearing a mask. I could just make out color of her eyes thru the
slits in her face covering. They were a deep green color. She never spoke one
word but she began to flex her huge....not really good at numbers...seemed
like an 18" bicep. As I continued to watch, I could feel my dick getting
harder and harder. The last thing I remember was that she drew back the fist
of the hand that was not holding me and punched me square in the mouth. There
was intense pain for the briefest of moments, as my jaw broke. She continued
to hold me up, my unconscious body twitching uncontrollably. I begin dripping
fluids from my busted jaw and from the intense orgasm I had( although was
unaware of this).

I woke up in the hospital two days later. My jaw was wired shut and 10 teeth
had been implanted to fill the gaps in my mouth. I could only take nourishment
through an iv tube sticking in my vein. Sleeping most of the time, I vaguely
remembered seeing someone dressed in white checking on me. Whoever this was
seemed huge. After two weeks I began to come around and to my surprise my
Florence Nightingale was named Dora. She was attentive to my needs in every
way. I couldn't help staring though because, even in her loose nurse's garb, I
could detect power there. She was about my height but I bet she outweighed me
by at least fifteen pounds.

A month later I got up enough nerve to ask her the one burning question I
needed answered. Actually I couldn't talk, so I wrote it on a pad......Is that
all muscle?. I held it up in a shaking hand. I wondered if she could see the
tent I was making with my regulation hospital sheet. Smiling, Dora came very
close now, so close I could smell her musky scent. She looked me in the eyes.
I could see her beautiful blue eyes so clear and dominant. "Yes, its all
muscle. What would you like to know Mr. Smith?" I scribbled furiously.....How
big are your arms and quads? Answering immediately, she proudly told me....."
I have 18.5" biceps, my quads are 30", chest is 45", calves are 19"and I
weight 205lbs.Ok, It's time for your nap now so nighty night." Then she began
to flex her right bicep underneath my jaw. The powerful emanations from that
huge muscle hit me like nothing I have ever felt before. I felt my dick began
to shoot just as I slipped into unconsciousness. I slept for ten hours.

Two months later I was set to go home. My rewired jaw was pretty much healed.
My new teeth seemed to stay in place as well. All in all I was feeling pretty
good. I had this one thought though, and I converted into words before I could
loose my nerve. As Dora was wheeling me out to a cab waiting to take me to my
apartment, I asked her point blank....."Dora, I need to learn how to defend
myself. I have been beaten to a pulp too often. This has to stop. You are
strong and powerful. Please teach me. I will pay you $100/hr. with a minimum
of 30 hours...how about it?"

Dora stopped wheeling me out the door of the hospital, and knelt down next to
me. Her beautifully tanned face was framed with dark, short coiffed hair. Her
flawless skin radiated excellent health as well. Her huge chest made it
harder( yes that was a pun dear reader!)to concentrate on her response. " Tell
you what Mr Smith.....I have some vacation time coming up so my answer is
........Yes." Yesssssssssssss, did I hear right?. This beautiful muscle maiden
consented to help me. As she lifted me into the waiting cab, she gave me a
kiss on my cheek and told me to call when I was ready. Then the vehicle sped
into heavy traffic and transported me home.

Getting stronger was my first priority and so I bought some protein shakes off
the internet. I began to feel better. I ever bought a copy of a book from
Amazon called Boxing For Dummies. I read it cover to cover, trying to consume
all the wisdom contained in that very skinny tome. About two weeks later I was
ready. I dialed Dora's number and left her message to please call. I waited
patiently for two days. Then one the third day, she returned my call. She
asked me how I was feeling and if she could come over in an hour. Her vacation
would commence then.

An hour later, to the second, I opened the door to find Dora standing in front
of me. Gone was the white uniform, replaced with tight fitting shorts and a
muscle t shirt. On her feet she had what looked to be a very expensive pair of
sneakers. She carried a workout bag as well. Staring at this marvel of muscle,
this very sexy, yet lethal looking female, my erection began to grow and grow.
It was easy to spot in my workout shorts. I was bare chested , deciding that a
t- shirt was not necessary. Dora came in, put down her bag and hugged me in
her powerful arms. I am sure, had she wanted, she could literally break me in
half without working up a sweat. Laughing, she looked into my eyes and said,
"Well John, I see you really ARE glad to see me", and her hand stroked my rock
hard penis. After giving her a tour of my large and plush apartment, I showed
her to my white, very modern living room. We sat down and began.

I told Dora of my eating habits and about the book I had read. She took it all
in, her intelligent face registering everything. I could not keep my eyes off
her huge biceps. The chill of the ac could not stop the perspiration from
dripping off of those huge mounds of power. I felt like I was going to
explode. Well, wouldn't you dear readers, wouldn't you?

Dora told me to stand up and she poked me and measured me from head to toe.
"Well, you certainly need building up, John..she assessed. Your chest
development is in sad shape as well as your lower body. I think two of your
biceps might equal one of mine as well. You said you had read this
book....what was it...oh yes...Boxing For Dummies. Stand up and show me what
you learned from it."

Feeling rather puny now, I reluctantly stood. My hardon was deflated along
with my ego. I raised my fists and began throwing punches at Dora's
direction...." Left hook....right cross....uppercut.." After two minutes of
this, Dora stood. Her impressive muscles dwarfed me....made me seem so
insignificant. Facing me she commanded me to punch her as hard as I could on
her jaw. "No, I can't do that I will hurt you..you are too beautiful...No
way." Dora assured me it would be okay and this was all part of the training.
Ok ok who was I to argue. I threw a left hook with all my might into her jaw.
I heard a crack....no not her jaw...my fist. My hand was broken and as I held
it, tears running down my face, Dora laughed. "Awww, poor Mr Smith, a real
wimp. Can't even throw a punch." Slapping me in the face with an open hand, I
flew across the room and ended up out cold, dripping blood onto the
polyurethaned ,wood floor.

Dora checked me and shook her head. As she walked into my huge bathroom,
carrying her bag, she emerged 5 minutes later. This time her eyes were Green,
having removed her blue contacts. In addition she had on a mask, covering her
face. (Ok dear readers, by a show of hands, how many of you knew this was
coming?).

She brought me around by flexing her huge right arm under my nose. Her sweet,
yet pungent sweat did the trick. As my eyes refocused I began to understand
everything. DUHHHHHH. My mind raced back to that lonely night, when I was
beaten to a pulp. I began to shake, not from an orgasm but from FEAR...real
FEARRRRRRRRRR.

Dora lifted me up with one hand and deposited me next to her. "Ok, wimp boy so
I guess you want to know the why of it all? Well its simple. I am a one woman
wrecking crew. I destroy all those that prey on the weak and helpless. You, Mr
John Smith are the financial brains behind a huge drug cartel. I am going to
take great pleasure in beating you to death with these." Then she held up her
huge fists in front of me. She commanded me to kiss and lick them and she
might end my puny life quickly, or she might drag it on and one for hours, if
I did not do everything she said. I licked like there was no tomorrow( because
there really wasn't was there, dear readers). I could taste the hardness, the
hugeness, the saltiness of those cannon balls. I even licked under her arms,
swallowing the brine that had accumulated there. God, I was getting so
hard...so hard.

Next Dora told me to pull down her sweaty shorts and tongue her asshole clean.
Getting on my knees in back of her, Dora bent over exposing her perfectly
round, hard ass. As my tongue deftly began to clean everything, I came in my
shorts. As I shuttered, I cleaned and cleaned until her butt was as clean as a
whistle( not quiet sure about the derivation of that phrase however).

Satisfied now, Dora commanded me to eat her pussy. I licked and sucked and
bite on he clit. It was so juicy and flavorful. In no time she had climaxed in
multiple orgasms. Her juices ran down my face in torrents. I drank it all in,
like a parched man having run a marathon.

Composing herself now she turned to me and said one thing, "READY?" Whimpering
now, I nodded. I knew that nothing could stop her , Nothing ......for she was
an immovable force for good. Her first punch broke my nose cleanly. She was
clearly an expert. Her second punch knocked out my upper teeth. They dribbled
in bits and drabs from my ruined mouth. Her next punch took out all my lowers.
Soon, I was as toothless as a newborn, but not nearly as innocent.

Dora continued breaking me...my jaw, having used 3 uppercuts to bust it up
good. It hung by a bloody thread now. Her next two punches destroyed my eye
sockets. Then she began to gut me with deep punches breaking everything
inside...internal damage which could never be fixed. Turning me upside down,
she carried me to the huge bath area and tied me upside down from the shower
doors. Soon the tub began to fill up as my precious liquids streamed out.

Dora sat at the edge of the tub and watched. It took about 40 minutes until I
was drip dry. She tested me by poking my crushed cheek bones with her fist. I
was bone dry...nothing dripped. As a final humiliation, Dora cut the rope that
was holding me in place. I slipped under the red gore- filled liquid. She came
when my air bubbles ceased. I had drown in my own juices.

As she was leaving, Dora picked up the book I had been reading...Boxing For
Dummies. Laughing, she thought the title should have read...Boxing for
Mummies. Her last thoughts of me, riding down in the elevator were..."What a
bloody, bloody fool!