The ring gets Christened By Smac Friends Kate and Karen use the new boxing ring for the first time Corrected 12/06/2001 "H mnmm . . . Kate rolled over, half asleep. "We made it then love, our third wedding anniversary, don't make out you've forgotten," she chided. He grinned into the pillow. "You know what you should get for your third anniversary don't you....?" he asked. "No," she said, "what?" "Leather," smiled Jimmy, grabbing her to him. "Hm... that has possibilities," she grinned, responding to him. As he'd hoped, the money he gave her saw her out of the house by just after two to go shopping. "Shan't be long," she sang, but he knew she'd be out till six or maybe even later. After a couple of quick 'phone calls he bounded up the stairs to get the fight room ready. He'd just finished the final touches when he heard the front door slam. "That's Kate," he sighed, "that door's going to fall off it's hinges one day." He ran down to intercept her. She offered him a small package she'd bought for him but he swept it aside. "Come upstairs, there's a surprise for you." She dropped all her parcels at the threshold of the exercise room. "A boxing ring " she laughed, "is it ours to keep?" "Yep, the boys club've got a brand new one so I got some of them to give me a hand this afternoon to bring the old one round and set it up. What do you think?" "It's lovely." Her eyes roved over the ring, especially the ropes and canvas floor, "but it needs a damn good clean." Forgetting. her pile of frippery she tore off to change before getting stuck in. "There, that looks better doesn't it?" "Beautiful," he agreed, hugging her to him. "Now it just needs Christening," she smiled. "Don't involve me," he shook his head. "No I agree, it wouldn't be right for us to fight on our anniversary." She thought for a moment or two. "I'll have a word with Karen, but you'll have to get your own tea." Before he had time to protest she was out of the door and off down the street. It was quite late by the time she got home and she smelt quite strongly of drink. "Some anniversary," growled Jimmy. "Oh don't sulk," she soothed, falling towards him slightly. She straightened herself. "Anyway I've arranged a little present for you." He looked expectant. "Me and Karen, Friday night, upstairs. She says you can bring a few of your mates around too if you like, and I won't mind as they behave themselves." "Magic," he thought, "bloody magic" "Yeah, sounds good," he replied calmly, "Friday night." He brought her in a cup of tea. She had both their pillows propped behind her. "Boy did we drink some weird drinks last night." "Where did you go?" "Only down Karen's local, but all the fellas were forking out, you know." "Yeah, I know," he sighed, "you better have behaved yourself or I might change my mind about getting you into the ring." She slapped him on the thigh, "look, even Karen behaved herself, at least while I was with her. You know I wouldn't fool around." He smiled. "All that you said about you and Karen on Friday night? Were you that pissed or did you mean it?" "Oh yes, that's what I went out for in the first place wasn't it, to arrange a scrap to Christen our new boxing ring." He sighed a great sigh of relief. Ever since waking he'd been worried that she hadn't meant what she'd said about boxing. "And me being able to bring some of my mates round?" "Yeah, that too, but not too many, there's hardly any room in next door now with the ring set up. About five or six would be more than enough." He rubbed his hands together. "What about the details?" "Leave everything to me, just get your pals round here by eight o'clock this Friday and I don't want any drunken louts, you'll have plenty of time to go to the pub afterwards." He slunk away to work on the van. It was nearly roadworthy again after it's hit and run accident. His eyes shone as he watched Kate chatting to his mates. As far as they were concerned they were gathering there before going out on a pub crawl, none of them knew about the plans for a boxing match between the two women. Kate was dressed in a thin white blouse, the overworked bra underneath clearly visible even down to the detail of the lace round the cups, her favourite black leather mini skirt and high black leather stilettos. No tights or make up though, he noticed. She came over and grabbed his hand. Her palm was sweaty and she smiled weakly. "Nervous?" "No, I'm just worried that Karen won't turn up, she usually 'phones me on a Friday afternoon." "She'll be here," he soothed. While Kate was having a freshen up the door bell rang. "Hello Karen," he grunted. "Is everything ready?" she asked, business like. "You'll have to ask Kate," he sighed. She took that as an invitation to come in and start looking round for her friend. Jimmy's eyes followed her. "It's a change to see her out of jeans." She wore the inevitable tee shirt, but at least it was clean and, instead of blue denim, her jeans were of thin, soft black leather. The cheeks of her hum were perfectly moulded and more eyes than his were on her derriere as she walked across the crowded room. "Pity she's such a bitch," he thought to himself. "Come on," said Kate, "women's' talk." They disappeared into the bathroom leaving Jimmy to explain to his mates that they'd have to hang around, sans alcohol, for a little longer. There were a few murmurs of dissent but most of the lads, having seen the two women and how they were dressed, were more than ready to sit it out. Something was afoot. Kate fished in her little bag. "Here," she passed Karen a little handful, "I've already got mine on, we'll undress in the ring shall we?" Karen nodded and slowly undid the waistband of her leather trousers. She kicked off her black high heels and began to wriggle the incredibly tight jeans down her meaty thighs. The panties she already had on were very tiny, but nothing compared with the little white cotton g-string Kate had just given her. "Let's see yours first," she pleaded before taking her own panties off. Kate wiggled her broad hips until she' d got the little leather mini up around her waist like a broad belt. Then Karen couldn't wait to get her g-string on. She was still struggling with the fastening of her trousers when they left the room. Kate carried a large bale of white towels, fresh from the airing cupboard. "Right boys, we're ready." Jimmy led the way. There was a stunned silence when the fellas clocked the boxing ring. Jimmy got them all seated except one, who was to second Karen. Mike was a mild mannered man in his early forties, not one of Jimmy's normal crowd, but someone whom he liked and who had told him one evening over a pint that he would love to see two women with the gloves on. "Well Mike, do you want to second Karen?" He stammered for a few seconds and ended up by simply nodded his assent. "You'd better be quick then," he indicated the slim girl ducking through the ropes. He went to Karen's corner. Jimmy laid a hand on his wife's shoulder. "Does she know the score?" he asked, nodding to the opposite corner. "Of course she fucking well does, I didn't have to spell it out did I?" He sighed, it was pretty obvious really, the ring, the four ounce gloves.... "We talked it over the other night, stupid." She unhitched the little black leather four ounce boxing gloves from the ropes, and having stroked them carefully for a while, turned to Jimmy. "Just get these little bastards on my fists and leave the rest to me and Karen." She shoved the gloves into his hands and began to strip ready for the punch up. Thy tacit agreement Karen waited, watching her friend undress before taking her own clothes off. Jimmy and his pals could only ogle one woman at a time. Kate's hands shook slightly as she went through the buttons of her gossamer blouse. She handed it to Jimmy. He carelessly dumped it on the floor outside the ring. Both girls had kicked off their shoes before climbing in through the ropes, so once Kate had dragged the leather skirt down her massive thighs, she was left in bra and panties. The panties or course were the little cotton g-string which Karen also wore. Her big bum was completely bare and the little patch of material over her bare slit was already fairly damp and almost transparent. She bent down, purposely, to pick up her precious skirt displaying herself to the lads and almost causing her vast breasts to spill out of her capacious bra. "Not on the floor," she snapped. Jimmy draped it over the ropes. "Now for my boobs," she thought. By reaching round behind her back and flexing her shoulders, she managed to pop the straining catch of her huge bra. The great, milky tits swung free. She rolled them together with her hands and forearms. Several of the fellas gasped at the sight of the breasts and of the thick gold rings broaching her erect, brown teats. When she'd done with massaging her mammaries Jimmy caught her eye. "Come on, let's have those rings." Reluctantly she let him fiddle with the tips of her tits until the rings were in his pocket, her teats were ever more swollen and the front of her string that much more see through. She nodded to Karen. All eyes shifted to the other girl, while Jimmy began to bind his wife's waist long blonde hair into a rough plait down her back, using elastoplast. "Save some for our knuckles," she whispered. Once done he settled back to watch Karen too. It didn't take her long to whip her tee shirt off, leaving her in her emerald green bra and leather trousers. The boys were expecting the g-string but did it look better on Karen? She had the bum for it and no mistake. She parted her long, tapered legs and reached behind to bare her breasts. "Let's be honest," sighed Jimmy, "her tits look better too." Her's were not as floppy as his wife's, they stuck out on her broad chest so provocatively. And she knew it. She swung her torso from side to side to limber up and the breasts jiggled beautifully. Despite the reason for her being in the ring, naked, she smiled. Kate did too. Jimmy cut off a couple of strips of plaster and took the remainder over to Mike. "Just stick some over her knuckles, then get her gloves on Mike." He nodded, as if in a dream. The fellas began to talk quietly amongst themselves. "Do you think they're serious?" "Have you ever seen women with the gloves on?" "Will they pull their punches?" Jimmy knew all the answers but he decided to stay with Kate and let his mates find out for themselves. He and Mike lovingly laced on the tiny black leather four ounce gloves. Karen knew exactly how they felt after her thumping a few months earlier. "Tiny gloves," thought Mike as he tied her wrists with one eye and slavered over her great ivory breasts with the other. She could sense his attentions and thrust her bosom forwards under his nose. "Tiny gloves, bloody great tits," he sighed. She nudged the great bulge in his jeans with her elbow when he moved round her to glove up her left hand. It seemed kind of accidental on the face of it but he was pretty sure she knew what she was doing. "Have you used gloves this small before?" "Oh yes," she boasted, "look." She pointed with her right glove to the wall behind him. "That's blood " he gasped. "Yeah me, Jimmy and Kate had a set to here a while back." "Did you get hurt?" "Yeah, of course stupid." He ripped the surgical tape after binding her laces and tried to put some over her mouth. She turned her grinning face away and dabbed him smartly in the groin with her right fist. "Ow," he squealed. "Don't worry I'll make it better soon." She stood, as did Kate. Jimmy coughed and drew himself upright. "Um, as you can gather, my wife and her friend Karen, are going to box each other to Christen our new ring. It will be a fight to the finish. May the best girl win." Knowing that neither of them could really box he reckoned it would be a fight to a finish alright but it wouldn't be boxing in the true sense. As expected, when he called them out for the first round, they simply began to hit one another, there was no dancing around nor any attempt at defence. They seemed to trade blows on a one to one basis as if by prior agreement. Both faces were pinked when they turned for their stools. Both noses were hard swollen at the end of the second three minutes of toe to toe punching. When Mike laid the sponge on Karen's swollen face she blatantly stroked bulge at his groin with her right glove. "Aren't you hurt?" he groaned. "Yes thanks," she smiled. In round three they began on one anothers' tits. Mike went to sponge her face again, but Karen grabbed his arm with both gloves and pulled the sponge down to her reddened breasts. She moaned softly as he wiped the slightly swollen mammaries. "Forget the sponge," she whispered. He began to massage her massive tits with the palms of his sweaty hands. She came back from the fourth slightly damaged, as did Kate. Both their noses were bleeding quite badly. He dunked the sponge but she smiled and shook her head. "Come here, I need some beefing up after that." The round had been the same brutal, stoical punch and be punched. She grasped at his penis with both gloves hands. The message could not have been clearer. As soon as Jimmy saw what was happening in the opposite corner he too unzipped his fly and brought out his swollen member. Soon both women boxers had a rampant prick firmly grasped between their swollen, smarting lips their aching heads bobbing rhythmically. Mike finished first, Karen swallowed hard but, whether by accident or design, she left enough sperm in her mouth to allow some to ooze out over her pouting lips. "See you after the next round," she threatened. They met in the centre of the ring. Kate wiped the smile and the harp strings of spunk from her friend's lips with a cruel right hook. Karen's face, below her swollen, runny nose was smeared with blood. But she was soon smiling again. Jimmy shook his head. They began to hit one another once more. The lads were quiet now, all that could be was the dull thud of the black leather boxing gloves and the occasional grunt or gasp as the blows found the target. "They can't keep this up?" gasped Mike. Jimmy wasn't surprised by the savage barrage, he knew that both his wife and her friend lusted after the pain and the brutality of it's delivery. He hadn't missed the wet patches of material between their legs or the crushing together of their bruised and blood spattered breasts during the vicious clinches, when they hammered one anothers' bellies and pounded their mounds. Karen's going to the canvas brought him back to the harsh reality of the fifth round of boxing. She lay on her side, the blood from her nose and mouth dribbling onto the pristine canvas. Kate scowled. She'd hit her friend with an uppercut to the left breast, her best punch so far, she thought. Karen didn't think so, she squirmed on the canvas, cupping her aching tit with both gloved hands. She got up, after about half a minute and no count. Kate smashed the same side of her chest again, with a straight right this time. Crushing the tit meat against her rib cage and causing her to gag with pain. But she didn't go down. Mike stood, open mouthed, and watched a pearl of blood form on the end of his boxer's teat. Jimmy dinged the bell, and both women turned for their corners. "Jesus," croaked Mike. As soon as she was installed on her stool Karen lifted her swollen breast with both gloves, then she popped the bleeding teat between her ragged lips, sucking off the drops or blood. "Saves you the trouble," she grinned weakly, "can you come in my mouth again?" He nodded and she spent the minute's rest relieving him of another load of spunk. She wiped her mouth on the back of her glove this time, smiling, up at him. Kate, sensibly, had got Jimmy to sponge her front and back ready for the sixth. It was a cruel round, instead of letting up both of them seemed to change up a gear and by the time Jimmy got ready to call a halt, blood was flying. Both noses ran red and so each blow to the head, and there were plenty, sent blood arcing away from the recipient. Both Mike and Jimmy's faces were spattered as well as Kate's precious ring floor. Jimmy whispered to his wife as she eased herself onto her stool, then went over to her opponent. " I reckon a couple of the lads could do with letting off some steam?" he suggested, thin lipped. She nodded and soon two of Jimmy's mates were trying to stuff their cocks down the womens' throats. Their split lips were coated with a pinkish mixture of blood and sperm when they got up ready for the seventh. By the end of the eighth everyone in the room was virtually naked, even Jimmy and Mike, the seconds. Jimmy shook his head, "was this getting out of hand?" The boxing continued unremitting though. The two women looked terrible as they tottered back at the end of the ninth. Karen's left breast was bleeding again, badly now and both Kate's once floppy tits were swollen fit to burst. They eased up on the sexual activities during the inter round minute and allowed their seconds to ease some of their discomfort with ice packs. But most of the lads noticed Karen putting in some work between her sweaty thighs with the knuckle part of her right boxing glove. They came out for the tenth. Before she knew what had hit her Kate was on her knees, hugging both breasts with her forearms. Karen had smashed her right glove into the left tit and caused a small split in the sensitive pink area surrounding the very opening of the milk tract. Her face was white. Jimmy went to her. "Ok?" "Oh yeah, brilliant," she sobbed, "I'm used to having my tits ripped off." "Look, it's your fight," he mumbled. "If it gets any worse it may need a stitch or two," she panted. He swallowed hard, and looked up at Karen standing over them both. Her feet were apart, the little black boxing gloves planted on her wide hips, blood ran off the end of her chin and dripped slowly from her own left teat. "Well, had enough?" Kate managed a weak, crooked smile. "It'll take more than this," she banged her own right glove hard into her damaged breast, "to keep me down." Jimmy winced. As she struggled up Karen smacked her in the face several tines with both fists. By the time she was upright there was a nasty cut across the bridge of her nose. She looked a mess but there would be no respite till the break and the round had only just begun. They began to maul one another, both driving clubbing blows into their reddened bellies and even up between their legs. Each time Kate grunted flecks of blood flew from her mouth. They staggered, sobbing to their corners, their chests and shoulders covered with blood, their tiny black boxing gloves cupped over their abdomens in an effort to support their bruised muscles. Jimmy began to worry again. "This is getting a bit out of hand isn't it love?" "You're a fine one to talk," she groaned. "Look at the state of you?" She lowered her puffy eyes. "Yes I am in a bit of a mess," she said to herself. Her right glove dropped into her lap. He went to sit with his mates and let her get on with it. Mike continued to fuss round Karen, he sponged her belly and even patted the sodden patch of material over her mound with the towel as he dried her. "You're not still enjoying this are you?" She looked up at him with a crooked, bloody grin. He took few paces back, away from the ring. Derek looked at his watch and shouted, "Box on." They eased themselves off their stools and, instead of rushing at one another as they had done in previous rounds, they met in the centre of the ring, gloves at their sides. Slowly their boxing gloves touched, then they grasped each other's gloves firmly. What happened during the next couple of minutes would live with all the men for the rest of their lives. Both girls staggered around. The ring looked like an operating theatre. Karen had her sodden right glove held low. Sensing that her friend's stomach muscles were slack, she smacked the fist up into the soft part of Kate's belly, just above her mound. Kate gagged and a thin trickle of vomit ran off the end of her chin. She hung there for a second or two, then dropped heavily onto her knees, one soggy boxing glove over her guts the other round Karen's right knee. Her cut and bruised face lay on her friend's sweaty thigh. "Go on..." shouted the lads, even Jimmy urged her to finish it. Kate's swollen nose popped after three punches to her face. There was blood everywhere, even running down Karen's legs. She hit Kate's her poor face another half a dozen times before the big girl's grip on her leg loosened and she fell back. She lay on the spattered ring floor. Her body had folded back over her lower legs and she lay back, gloves open- palmed on the canvas, thighs spread as wide as they would go. Karen shrieked with delight and knelt, punching her friend between the legs as hard as she could. Kate was oblivious to it at first but when she did come round she began to moan and tried to get her gloves down over her vagina. Karen slugged her in the nose again, knocking her out for the second time. By the time she'd worn herself out with punching, the front of Kate's tiny panties were sopping wet with the blood that still seeped from her cut and swollen labia. "Right you bitch." spat Karen. She staggered to the ropes. "Andy," she sobbed, "you've got the biggest cock here, come and give her a seeing to." He looked at Jimmy. He shrugged. Karen tried to snatch the sodden patch of cloth away from her friend's cunt, but the boxing gloves prevented her. Andy, once out of his boxer shorts, did the job and Kate grunted loudly as he thrust into her battered vagina. "Get this bloody string thing off me," demanded Karen. He ripped her's off too. She rubbed her bare lips harshly with her right boxing glove before lowering herself onto her friend's ruined mouth, she faced Andy and he began to massage her bruised breasts. She inched her streaming cunt over Karen's tattered lips. There was no response until she had slammed her fists into the blonde's burst breast a couple of times, then she began to lick, grunting loudly each time Andy violated her ravaged cunt.