Carol's Turn
By Smac
Carol is silly enough to put the boxing gloves on against Sally.

Corrected 12/06/2001

The months seemed to fly by.   It didn't seem four weeks since 
they'd last met up at Sally's.
The three of them were there, dressed much as before, ready for 
whatever would happen to them during the course of the Friday 
evening.
Carol broke the ice.
She said,  with downcast eyes, "I've got a fortnight's holiday from 
work."
Taking the hint, Sally went over to the cabinet and returned with 
the old, brown six ounce boxing gloves, slapping them on top of the 
leather topped vaulting horse with a contemptuous splat.
Carol smiled weakly.
"Before you two start..."  
Susan began to take off her leather jacket.
Soon there was a pillow sized pile of mostly leather clothing, and 
of course the brown leather boxing gloves on the vaulting horse and 
she stood in white bra and panties.
She glided over to her handbag and came back with a needle and 
thread.   Gripping it between her teeth she unclipped her bra and 
releasing her tight little tits from their bondage then she skinned 
off her tiny panties and stood naked, soft and vulnerable.  Next 
she eased herself up onto the leather whipping horse, her pert 
bottom on her own pile of clothes and the leather boxing gloves.
She indicated her fleshy, bare fanny lips with one trembling hand, 
whilst chewing the knuckles of the other.
"I want one of you to sew me up."
The other two looked at one another.
At last time Carol came to the fore.
Susan got her feet up on the horse and let her knees fall apart 
offering herself up to the blushing blonde.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably while she struggled to thread the 
needle.
In the end Sally had to do it for her.
Hands still trembling, Carol tentatively prodded the sharp needle 
into Sue's fleshy lips.  Sue began to whimper and she realised that 
she had to be far more positive.
She swallowed hard and dug the needle in.
Sue screamed a high pitch scream which Sally finally stifled with 
one of the old, brown leather boxing gloves pulled from under her 
clenched bum.
Whilst Sue champed on the glove Carol continued the zigzag of large 
stitches until Sue was sewn closed from clit to anus.  Each time 
she'd dug in the needle or pulled the thread through the young girl 
had squirmed her hips and snorted into the damp, brown boxing 
glove.
"Ok," she patted Sue's tight shut, puffy cunt lips, "you'll do."
There was a little blood at the ends of several of the stitches and 
Sue sighed deeply as she brought her knees together slowly. She 
swung her legs gently off the horse and stood very gingerly.
She spat the soggy boxing glove out and dropped her chin onto her 
chest.  Thrusting her hips forwards she examined what she could see 
of the stitching.
"Thanks Carol," she smiled weakly, handing her the boxing glove. 
Sally took the cue and began to unbutton her thin, white blouse. 
Sue handed Carol the other boxing glove to make up her pair and 
then hobbled over to Sally with the other pair.
Carol began to tremble once more as she pulled her tight woollen 
dress over her short, blonde hair.  Once she'd kicked off her heels 
she stood in matching white cotton bra and panties.  She watched 
Sally hurrying to get her black leather trousers and panties off, 
her round girlish face and big blue eyes darting from side to side.
Sally stood proudly naked, flexing her strong fingers prior to 
their being confined in the tatty old boxing gloves.
Carol popped the catch of her bra and dropped it on top of her 
dress, yanked her panties down to her knees and stepped out of 
them.
Sue was already lacing Sally's boxing gloves on.
Carol watched again, knees visibly trembling.
All too soon it was her turn, she bent to pick up her boxing gloves 
from the floor as Sue slowly shuffled over. She held them out to 
her.
Sue put one between her thighs whilst she laced the other onto 
Carol's shaking hand.
Sue let the other boxing glove brush her fanny lips as she took it 
from between her white legs.  Her eyes caught Carol's and in a 
second she'd slipped her fist into the gaping cuff of the glove and 
drove two hard uppercuts up into her own cunt.  She held the glove 
there, for several seconds, roughly rubbing her stitched lips.
Sally looked on, with interest at first, but she was obviously keen 
to get stuck into Carol.
Sue parted her sweaty thighs and extracted the boxing glove. Carol 
turned up her pug nose at the daubs of blood and pussy goo all over 
it.
Sue grinned and, poking out her little pink tongue, licked the 
boxing glove clean.              
She was a gory mess between the legs as she tied the glistening 
boxing glove onto Carol's fist.
Sally was like a caged tiger by the time Carol was ready for her, 
she paced up and down, bare feet squeaking on the bare boards, 
thudding her thinly gloved fists together at the hip.  It didn't 
bode well for the blonde.
Carol approached cautiously, gloves already up under her weak chin, 
elbows over her fat little tits, her big bum shuddering at each 
step.
As soon as she was on the sticky rubber mat and within range, Sally 
hit her with a right cross to the head.  The worn, torn boxing 
glove ripped into her soft eyebrow leaving a small cut and a dark 
red trickle.
The blood tickled and Carol raised her left glove to wipe her face.
Sally threw her right again, a straight into the blonde's exposed 
left breast.  She was so much faster than Carol, it was a good job 
that the blonde mostly wanted it this way.
The leather glove crushed her squashy nipple hard against her very 
ribcage, the pain brought bile to her throat.
"What have I let myself in for."
By now Sue had got the camera rigged up and was trying to get a 
close up of Carol's injured left eye but Sally was hitting her so 
hard and so fast that her head wasn't still for long enough at a 
time.  She'd have to wait for the inevitable, for the blonde to go 
down.
It wouldn't be long by the look of things, Sally was really letting 
her have it.   She'd smacked her in the tits repeatedly until she'd 
got her where she wanted her, back against the wall, then she'd 
changed her tactics.
Carol's poor head banged against the wall as Sally's relentless 
gloves thudded into her soft, round face.   She grunted and a 
mouthful of blood emptied onto her aching tits.  When she looked 
down at the mess Sally uppercut her to the nose and she went to her 
knees,  her boxing gloves cupped  over her big,  white thighs, 
watching the blood from her nose spurting down over her chest and 
belly.  There were tears in her eyes when she looked up at her 
tormentor.
"Want some more?" goaded Sally, whilst Sue shot of a roll of film.
Carol bravely pushed her shoulders up the wall until she more or 
less stood upright again.
Sally shook her head imperceptibly and pulled back her right fist 
encased as it was in the blood sodden travesty of a boxing glove.
The right cross ripped Carol's left eyebrow even more badly, it 
would need several stitches, ironic really.
Sally continued then with straight rights to her face until her 
nose was an unrecognisable purple mess, cascading blood down over 
her front till she stood in a puddle of her own blood.
She wasn't knocked out as such, it could have been the pain or, 
more probably the loss of blood with caused her to crumple, 
gurgling to the blood wet rubber mat.
Sue had got another roll in just in time, she knelt down with the 
camera preserving the images of Carol lying there on her side 
wallowing in her own blood.
Sally, unscathed but still blood spattered, had her wicked right 
glove up between her thighs and she was clearly enjoying herself.
Sue, seeing this, placed the camera on the mat and went to stand in 
front of her.  She took Sally's left glove and raised it to her 
lips, kissing the soggy, blood wet leather.
"No," snapped Sally firmly, "your nose will be a permanent mess if 
you're not careful."
Sue's lips  pouted.   She  stroked  the boxing glove down her 
succulent body until  it was,  like Sally's  right, between her 
thighs.
"Well I can't do you much more damage down there," thought Sally, 
snatching her left hand away from the young girl's sutured sex 
lips.
Sue spread her legs and bent her knees slightly, giving Sally a 
clear run up between her sweaty, trembling thighs.  Sally changed 
hands, rubbing her own cunt with the left, she pulled the right 
glove back way past her thigh and uppercut Sue in the puss.
She went white, nodded quickly and as soon as the second punch had 
thudded into her mound she joined the blonde on the rubber mat on 
her back, knees in the air the blood running freely from her vagina 
to join that of her tormentrix, Carol.