Forfeit. 19/10/98 by Smac Corrected 13/06/2001 It wasn't just the nip in the air making the two women's' knees tremble. It was, after all, Christmas Eve and the snow lay thick and quiet over the countryside surrounding the large, isolated farmhouse. It was a farmhouse longer, the whole building had been gutted several years ago and the interior now resembled a small health farm rather than the real farm it had once been. This evening had been in the pipeline for almost a whole year. It had been last New Year's Day, hangovers suffered, late nights rued, that the new year's resolution had been jointly entered into. To strive for fitness and abstinence from strong liquor for a start. Then the two women had vowed to spend the year training hard, ready for tonight's boxing match. The rules for the fight had been honed over the course of the intervening year, they'd become more simple if anything. 1). Dress would be white silk boxing shorts and boxing gloves. 2). The gloves to be regulation six ouncers. 3). As many three minute rounds would be fought until one of them was knocked out. 4). The count would be of a twenty second duration. 5). Their husbands would be present and would referee alternate rounds. 6). They would receive no attention between rounds. 7). At the end of the fight the boxers shorts would be removed by the current referee, whilst their boxing gloves would remain on. The loser, once she had regained consciousness, would be forcibly fucked up the ass by the husband of the winner, face down, on the ring canvas while she sucked the winner to an orgasm. The boxing match itself could be described as a heavyweight contest as, despite their year long build up, both women were still each nearly twelve stone. As though, they were both forty two years old, it wasn't a bad weight, especially when you considered their vital statistics: somewhere in the region of 42-28-40 apiece. Now they stood trembling just outside the boxing ring that had been set up in the well equipped gym. Each of them had a long black leather coat draped over their broad, bare shoulders, the fronts held in place by their lightly bandaged hands. Angela, the blonde was first to actually climb between the ropes, her husband, Mike, was to referee the first round. Camilla the brunette kissed her husband, Dave on the lips and stepped, barefoot into the boxing ring. The two women offered their trembling hands to their husbands to have them lace on the two pairs of little black leather boxing gloves. The gloves went on cruelly tight then, to ensure no flying laces, lengths of surgical tape were wound round the cuffs making the leathers so confining. When both women were satisfied with their boxing gloves, the men hopped out of the ring and, despite the cold air, stripped themselves completely naked. There was no turning back now. It was just a matter of letting their thick leather coats slide from their heaving shoulders. The coats were gathered up and neatly folded by Dave, who put them on a chair well away from the boxing ring. Mike nodded to him from the ring and, after studying his watch for a moment or two, Dave dinged the bell and the two big, mature women approached the centre of the ring and one another. Despite being best friends, the build up to this fight had been such that neither of them would expect any mercy to be shown, it was to be a fight to the finish and no mistake. The sound the hard boxing gloves made as the two women started to punch one another made Dave's stomach knot up. Their huge breasts wobbled and flopped around on their heaving chests, their thick thighs soon became slick with sweat, the thin little boxing shorts adhering to their big hips and becoming so see through at the front, that they moulded women's' bodies. The two of them had spent the earlier part of the day together and one thing they'd made sure of was to remove all traces of each other's body hair. So their underarms, legs and fannies were smooth and pink. By the time they rose, unaided, from their stools to begin the twelfth round they were drenched in sweat, Angela's hair had darkened several shades and the ends of her pony tail was crimson where it had whipped round and dipped into the mess and gore around her nose and mouth. Her swelling breasts were mottled with blue/black bruises and were spattered with the blood flying from her hurt face. Camilla's left eye was no more than a slit, so puffy was it and her lower lip was open, blood literally running off her chin down over her plump tummy to stain the waistband of her now obscenely see through shorts. In about round eighteen she succeeded in breaking Angela's hard swollen nose and was gratified to see, out of her good eye, Angela's front becoming as gory as her own. A strange thought flashed through Mike's mind as he dinged the bell for the nineteenth, "what would the two womens' children think if they could see their mothers now?" The two forty two year olds, covered in their own, and each others', blood still whacking one another around in the blood spattered ring after an hour and ten minutes of brutal boxing. A particularly loud thud from the boxing ring brought him back to earth. His wife Angela was down on the ring floor for the umpteeenth time, but there was something final about this knockdown. Camilla's shoulders slumped as she stood, bleeding onto her bare feet. Angela still hadn't moved and Dave, sensing his wife's pyric victory, hadn't begun a count. It was quite unnecessary it was clear that Angela was finished. She lay on her massively swollen breasts, one leg bent at the knee, her cruel little boxing gloves palm flat on the spattered canvas, her head to one side, away from Mike. But he could see the puddle of blood forming from her broken nose and busted mouth. Dave led Camilla to her corner and got her propped on her stool. She could hardly see now and her mouth looked bad. She sat almost unaware of her surroundings. Angie, her best friend, began to stir. She pushed off the floor with her blood sodden boxing gloves and got herself sitting upright. Mike climbed into the ring looking pale and shocked. He whispered to his wife, "what about this forfeit idea?" She nodded slowly, "it was a fair fight wasn't it?" she croaked. "I guess so," he sighed. Dave got Camilla standing and began to drag the blood wet silk shorts down her crimson streaked thighs. She stepped out of them daintily enough and, bending her knees slightly, began to stroke her bare, glistening cunt lips with the knuckle part of her soggy right boxing glove. Mike helped Angela to her feet and she stood there bleeding quietly until Dave came over to relieve her of her blood sodden shorts. He threw both pairs out of the ring with a splat and turned to Mike. "I think you'd better get out of the ring now Mike." He turned meekly. Angela got herself down on her hands and knees to start with, blood still dripping from her ruined face onto the mucky canvas. But as Dave mounted her from behind her poor, hard swollen breasts thudded into the rough canvas. She mouthed a silent scream as the already nude Dave thrust his big, hard cock up her sweaty ass to the hilt in one massive thrust. Watching the two women going nineteen rounds had given both naked husbands raging hard ons for most of the fight. Angie began to whimper with the pain from her face, and now her poor ass. In addition her tits and especially her grazed, bloody nipples were being ground over and into the rough canvas of the ring floor at Dave's every thrust into her ravaged ass. Camilla tottered over and more or less fell onto the canvas herself. She crawled over to Angie's head and sat, her legs outstretched, her gloves hands out behind her back and shimmied herself forwards till her sweaty cunt was in reach of Angie's mouth. She reached forward with her right glove, the one with which she'd broken her best friend's nose, and pulled her head right up between her blood streaked thighs. She ground her hips into Angie's face but still she didn't respond. She put her left glove on Angie's forehead and arched her friend's head back over her shoulders. She drove her right fist into Angie's already split lips. "Remember the agreement." She let Angie's head go and she began to suck Camilla's cunt, all the time her body was jerking as Dave furiously fucked her poor asshole. He began to grunt then he withdrew his cock from Angie's ass. He came round to where Camilla was being pleasured. "Out of the way love, I'm going to come." He now grabbed Angie's pony tail and, arching her head back, shoved his smelly cock into her ruined mouth. He screamed as he shot his load into her gagging mouth. White come dribbled from the corners of her bloody mouth, but she managed to swallow most of it. As he withdrew great harp strings of spunk hung from her gaping mouth, round her lips was a visceral mixture of blood and sperm. Camilla grabbed her round the back of the head. "I haven't finished with you yet." Mike could contain himself no longer. He clambered into the ring, his rampant cock in his right fist. Wanking furiously he shot his lot into his wife's face as she sucked Camilla to a noisy orgasm.