Helen's Nadir By Smac Two wealthy (but bored) young women have a go at boxing. Corrected 14/06/2001 Helen and Nadia were the embodiment of the stereo-typed bored housewife. They were very well-off financially, both being married to officials in the diplomatic service. They lived quite near each other in Surrey, their palatial houses at opposite ends of a large country estate park. Helen's house even boasted a large swimming pool beside which the two women sat as they discussed something which had interested them earlier. The two beautiful, bored women reclined on sun beds, their tiny bikini briefs barely maintaining their modesty as it was their large, tanned breasts were bared. One could tell they spent a great deal of time doing nothing in particular in the sunshine, by the deep tan on each almost bare, bronzed body. As their husbands tended to have to work away from home at the same periods, they saw a good deal of each other. "It was quite exciting and stimulating wasn't it Nadia?" Nadia opened one eye and replied, "yes I suppose it was," she replied, lethargically. "Oh come on, you were as keen as mustard this morning, you're becoming a real slug." She recalled the video tape she and Helen had watched that morning as soon as she arrived for her early-morning swim, the blonde Helen had dragged her into her husband's study, sat her down and cried, look at this." She had sat incredulous as the screen filled with, what seemed to her curious scene. Two young, pretty girls, in dressing gowns stood at opposite corners of a boxing ring. They already had large, black boxing gloves on, with ring boots on their feet. "Do you want to see more?" asked the blonde, pressing the pause control. "Mmm, yes please," enthused Nadia, "this looks decidedly different. Grinning, Helen re-started the machine. The two girls on the screen shrugged off their gowns and strode towards the centre of the ring where the woman referee waited to make the announcement. There was a sharp intake of breath from the brown-haired Nadia, as it became obvious that the girls intended to fight topless as all they wore were thick, rather unbecoming, towelling shorts. While the referee made the announcements in what she assumed to be German she asked the blonde where she got the tape. "I was tidying Peter's study for something to do and I thought I'd see if he had anything on tape that I could watch. There was the usual, Fawlty Towers, Star Wars and so on, then I came across this. The label struck me as odd Liberated Sport's girl International . So I shoved it in the video and here we are, women boxing. I didn't know girls went in for it, did you?" "No, no idea," replied the brunette, her eyes glued to the set. They watched the rest of the tape in almost complete silence, both were on edge of their chairs though. The only sounds they made were gasps when there was a knock-down or a KO. Helen flicked off the video, "what did you think of that?" she asked. Nadia had obviously been very excited by the fights she had seen, her big, brown nipples were puckered and erect. "It was really smashing, do you know I shouldn't mind having a crack at that myself." "Just what I've been thinking," replied the blonde and they had come out to the pool side. "I've got into a rut myself lately," thought Helen, "come on Nadia let's have a quick dip then think about this boxing idea." Nadia slid, unwilling into the pool after Helen had pulled her up off the bed. They dried themselves, got long drinks from the kitchen and returned to the sun. Taking the initiative as always, Helen asked bluntly, "would you really like to learn to box?" Refreshed by the swim, and the drink, Nadia replied, "yes as a matter of fact I am, it would get us fit and perhaps we'd make some new friends." Neither girl, of course, knew if there were other girl boxers in the UK. "We can't do anything on our own, " sighed Helen, "we don't know the first thing about it do we." They both thought for a few minutes. "I know," cried Nadia, suddenly jumping up, "we could advertise for someone to teach us, we don't have to say we're girls." "That's the first constructive thought you've had for some time old girl," laughed the blonde. "How would it go, ummm... two people in their late twenties would like to receive boxing tuition. Please phone blah, blah, blah." "Come on let's get the letter written," said Nadia, still on her feet. They waited for someone to answer the advertisement. No reply. Then one evening Nadia got a call from Helen. "Guess what, a chap has 'phoned about the ad. He says he could come over this evening at eight. Sounds rather dishy." "I'll be over straight away," giggled the brunette. They waited nervously as eight o'clock approached. "You do the talking," pleaded Nadia, "I'll be too embarrassed." "Ok" sighed Helen, as she rose to answer the door. She showed in an erect, dark-haired man. Nadia went forward to meet them. "This is my friend, Nadia." "The man gently took her hand, "Hello, I'm David." "Drink?" asked Helen. "Please, gin and it if you can manage." The three of them settled with their drinks. David obviously couldn't contain his curiosity any longer, "look, I don't want to sound pushy but who will my pupils be." "You're talking to them," grinned the blonde. "You're joking," he gasped, spilling his drink. "Oh no we're serious," replied Nadia, dabbing at her lap. "Well I can't believe this! am I dreaming?" "Let's show him where we got the idea," said Helen, "it will save a good deal of explanation." All three watched the video. "There you are," said Helen, hands on hips, "women can box, jolly well by the look of it," "I'm game if you are. I was a PE instructor in the RAF until a couple of years ago. I've a good amateur record and coached the RAF senior team for more years than I care to remember." "Oh we only want to know the rudiments," assured Helen. "Ok, when would you like to start?" 'Now?" asked Nadia. "Have you got any gear?" "No," admitted the blonde, "Well I can get the basics for you, but money rears it's ugly head.... I'm rather poor." "Let's get that out of the way first," suggested Helen, "shall we pay you for each session?" "Oh no, to tell you the truth I'm rather fascinated with the idea of training you two. If you pay my out-of-pocket expenses and, of course, give me enough to buy the equipment that will be fine by me. Oh, and if I could have the odd meal here that would be rather convenient. I'm living the bachelor life since my wife left me a couple of years ago, and it's not as gay as one's led to believe." "That's all fine but we shall have to discuss the subject again I'm afraid, I don't see what you'll gain for your efforts," warned Helen, Nadia nodded in agreement. "Alright but let's leave at that now," replied David. "Now, what about gear"' "Well you can leave the clothing to us," put in Nadia track-suits, trainers, shorts and singlet should do the trick shouldn't it?" "Yes fine, I'll tell you what we need when I see the place you intend to use." The two women looked at each other. "I suppose we'll have to use the utility room," said the blonde after some time, "there's not much stuff in there but it will take several hours to clear it out." Pleased to be able to make some positive contribution, David said, "Right I'll come round bright and early tomorrow morning and we'll attack it." See you then," he waved as he disappeared down the long drive. "What a pleasant man," 'sighed Nadia as they returned to the lounge. "We shall have to think of some way of repaying him if he does spend a lot of time on us." "Right we'll think about that," "Be round here early tomorrow ok. Jeans and a shirt will be best I should think, the utility is none too clean," said the blonde as she saw her friend to the door. David was impressed with the girls' strength and stamina as they struggled to remove years of accumulated junk from the room. As arranged they both wore scruffy jeans and what looked like men's shirts, they looked jolly attractive, none the less. David couldn't imagine why two, such beautiful women should want to participate in such a potentially brutal sport as boxing. But naturally, the conversation veered towards the subject. "Had you ever heard of womens' boxing?" asked Nadia, some of her embarrassment having worn off. "Um.... well in the RAF, years ago, some WRAFS, you know women airmen, would come into the gym and ask to settle a score with the gloves on. I've seen three fights like that, all pretty fierce, I remember, but no boxing skill of course. I can't say I've ever heard of any other women boxers it might be a good idea to make some enquiries." When they were nearly finished Helen disappeared to prepare some lunch. She returned to the empty, but spotless, room. "My you've done an excellent job, what do you think David, will it be suitable?" "Smashing, right next to the pool too, after a work-out one could just throw oneself in." "She looked at their sweaty faces, "how about a dip now, before we eat?" "Great," replied David and Nadia. "I haven't brought any trunks," admitted David. "That's ok, I'll get a pair of Peter's for you, hang on." Helen dashed off again. She handed David the shorts. He held them up against himself. "My goodness he's a big chap isn't he?" "Yes," blushed the blonde, "in fact he got something called a boxing blue, whatever that is, up at Cambridge." He swallowed hard. Helen brought the food out to the poolside, David studied the two bikini-clad women as they fussed to serve the meal. The swimming they did obviously helped to augment their natural musculature. Their thighs and shoulders were particularly well-developed, he couldn't help but dwell on their magnificent breasts, swelling out of the ample cups of their bikini bras. "Those might cause a few problems," he grinned to himself. "We'll go into town this afternoon and get some strips and things," munched the blonde, "do you know what else we need yet?" He drew a list from his pocket and began to read off the items. Included were such things as bag gloves, ten ounce gloves for training, eight and six ounce gloves for bouts, a heavy bag etc. "You'll need a ring of course, but I suggest that you see how you like the training and of course sparring before you go to that expense. It will give me a chance to tap a few contacts, I may be able to come up with one from somewhere. You two can supply the small things, like bowls, water bottles, stools and the like." The women's' faces began to light up, things were moving. "Where will you get the equipment, I'll give you a blank cheque made out to them," suggested Helen. "Yes that will be fine, I'll get a receipt of course. I should be able to bring most of the stuff round tomorrow evening if that's ok with you." The two women met again the next morning and gave the utility a final spit and polish. "I'm getting quite excited," breathed Nadia, "I can't wait to get started." They had a quick lunch then drove off to buy their kit. A young girl assistant came over to serve them in the sports shop. "We're going to have a bash at jogging," lied Nadia. They bought trainers, track-suits and two tiny pairs of shorts each. "You'll need sports bras," blushed the girl, glancing at the women's' ample bosoms. "Yes we may as well," replied Helen. Two singlets each completed their outfits, the assistant was somewhat mystified because Helen had insisted on sizes that were obviously too small for the well-endowed women. Back in the car Nadia, laughing said, "why such small vests?" "Well we've got to keep David interested haven't we," she grinned. The penny dropped. David arrived, car loaded to the gunwales. The girls, though both wore casual, but very well cut suits, helped him carry the equipment indoors. "Time for a long drink," panted Helen. All three propped up the small bar in the lounge David admired the two women's dress, Both wore elegantly cut trouser suits and white blouses. Nadia's suit he noticed, was of soft fawn leather. "Are you two alright to start first thing in the morning?" he asked. The two girls looked at each other, both nodded. "Yes alright, that will be fine," stammered Nadia. "It looks as if you're ready for a night out." "Yes," replied the blonde, "we're going for dinner with some friends." "Well don't be late to bed," he grinned, half seriously. They had a quick coffee first then David suggested that they unpack the gear he'd brought the previous afternoon. They unpacked the larger items first. The girls gasped at the size and weight of the heavy bag. The speed ball intrigued them. Both thought the head-guards and pelvic protectors hideous. When the new gloves were laid out on the wooden floor, their reaction was very different. "Aren't they beautiful," crooned Nadia, stroking them and lifting them to her face. She rubbed the soft, smooth eight ounce gloves against her flushed cheek, "Come on David, do let's make a start," she pleaded. He looked down at the two women as they sorted through the black boxing gloves, both wore jeans and a blouse, "Ok let's see how fit you really are." The two track-suited girls plodded slowly around the park. After about ten minutes both flopped to the grass absolutely shattered and sweating freely. David ran back to find them. He smiled at them as they lay, their eyes closed, chests heaving, their long hair in wet rat-tails, "they look knackered," he thought. He squat down beside them, waiting till they both sat up, hugging their knees. "Alright," panted Nadia, "you needn't say anything." "I will anyway," sighed David, "it's down to you two for a while I'm afraid. Give me a ring when you can both get round the perimeter of the park without dropping during or after." The women were clearly thrown. "But its all of five miles," gasped Helen. "I wanted to get on with the sparring and so on," whined Nadia. "It's up to you, the more work you put in, the quicker we can make a real start. It would be pointless to go any further until you're both half fit." They looked at each other forlornly. "Oh well," groaned Nadia, "see you first thing, say six, Helen?" Three weeks passed before Helen rang to say they were ready. "Well done you two, look I've got a surprise for you. We've been offered a ring and some other pieces of kit. A lorry will bring it out as soon as I give the word. Shall I phone him now?" "Oh yes please, we've both worked so hard. Things seem to be happening at last." "I'm sure you'll thank me in the long run," he said, I'll come over this evening shall I?" "Fine, see you then." When he saw the girls, for the first time in three weeks, he was surprised at the change in them. They looked more alert, their skin was clearer and they seemed much lighter on their feet. "You look marvellous," he cried and the girls knew that he meant it. He eyed the room. "I think we've got a problem with the ring." They looked worried. "It's twenty feet square, far too big for this room." They all thought for some time. "I know," said Helen, running to the patio door, "we can put it by the pool, there's a huge part of the patio that is covered over, look." She led them outside. "This is perfect," enthused David, "it will be so cool and airy." The ring would just fit in between the stanchions. "Well that's one problem dealt with," he grinned, "the ring should be here tomorrow afternoon." "Can't we do some training now?" pleaded Nadia. David glanced at them, they both wore t-shirts and trainers, "ok, I'll find the bag gloves and you can have a bash at the heavy bag." He was sure that the girls punches wouldn't move the bag around much, so he placed Helen on one side and Nadia on the other. He pushed the elastic- cuffed gloves onto their fists and set them to it. Sitting back on a bench he grinned as he watched their ungainly, feeble punches barely denting the bag. The chain supporting it swung not at all despite their sweated labours. There was no lack of spirit as they pistoned their untrained fists into the huge bag. "Well, may as well show them what they've got to aim for," he sighed, pulling on his own tattered bag gloves. "Ok, take a break." The girls' tired arms fell to their sides as he squared up to the new bag. He paused briefly to physc himself up for the impending burst of aggression. The girls both gasped as his tightly clenched fists thudded into the target. The bag distorted noticeably and the chain above began to creak as it swayed back and forth. Nadia noticed that it was as the bag swayed back towards him that he hit out. It was the first of many such observations she was to make over the coming months. Helen just watched in admiration as he gave his exhibition of controlled fury. After their spell on the bag the women found themselves surprisingly tired. When David had finished his thrash he suggested that they adjourn until the following afternoon, when he would come round to help with the ring. Thankfully the girls left to shower and relax for a while. No sooner had the men left after delivering and erecting the ring than the girls were badgering David to let then get into it. "Alright, you'll need to change though." They left in jeans and t-shirts returning about ten minutes later in trainers, shorts and track-suit tops. "That's better," said David, 'who's going to be first?" Nadia unzipped her top and ducked through the ropes. Helen grinned as she watched David's face. My idea about the singles is paying off," she laughed to herself. The shorts Nadia wore were revealing enough very thin, tiny and tight, but the vest, that was something else. Neither girl wore a bra and the white singlets were deeply plunged at the front, the arm holes too were scooped out back and front. All in all there was very little material left to cover their enormous breastworks, Nadia too was clearly excited as her nipples stood out like two walnuts beneath the thin cotton. David couldn't take his eyes from the arousing sight before him. Finally he managed to pull himself together. Grabbing two pairs of the ten ounce gloves, he too climbed into the ring. Nadia held out her fists and he tied the bulky gloves on. He pulled his on loosely and held up his right hand, offering it as a target for her punches. As she swung a series of ungainly haymakers at the glove, her breasts threatened to escape from the sides of her tiny vest. He wasn't really concentrating too well. After some minutes he came to terms with the sight of the massive tits, while Nadia's arms became very tired from the punching and the weight of the large gloves. "It's your turn now," she panted to the blonde. Helen slipped off her top, now she was quite a good deal bigger than Nadia in the tit department. "Oh God," David groaned to himself as he watched her bend to duck through the ropes. He could see almost all of her breasts except for the nipples themselves, and those he could quite clearly see outlined beneath the thin cotton. "Here, let me," she grinned to the brunette. She unlaced the gloves and pulled them onto her own fists. They felt warm and sweaty. "I'll have to get used to that I suppose,' she thought. Nadia didn't leave the ring, she simply went to a corner and sat, her back resting on the corner post. The blonde began the job of hitting the glove proffered by David, like Nadia's, her chest moved massively beneath her vest. Soon she too began to tire. "Can't we try some proper sparring?" asked the brunette from her corner. David thought for a moment, he didn't want the girls to rush into anything. "Yes, ok but with these gloves and the head guards." The women groaned, still it was a start. Soon they faced each other across the ring for the first time. It wasn't like proper boxing, the gloves being far too well-padded to hurt hardly at all and their heads and faces protected by the ugly guards. "Now just take it easy," warned David. The two women were as excited as school-girls. They rushed at each other and met in the middle of the ring, four arms wind milling, leather flying everywhere. "Stop, stop," cried David, coming between them. "You're supposed to be learning to box, now stand off and throw some proper punches." He showed them how to set a guard and explained the principle of the left lead and so on. After a couple of minutes he set them back against each other. Both tried left leads, their stance making them look much more like boxers. The head guards saved their faces from the attentions of each other's gloves, but their breasts were not so well protected. Nadia thudded her heavy right glove into the blonde's chest, her left breast was cruelly flattened and bulged out of the neck and arm hole of her tiny vest. She gasped and cradled the breast in her right glove, the brunette lowered her guard and went to her. "You ok, I don't know if we're supposed to hit each other there. "Yes, I'm fine," grinned the blonde, "it's just that I wasn't expecting it that's all, it didn't hurt much really." They turned to David for advice. "What do you think about breast punching?" asked Nadia, blushing. "It's up to you really, but I don't see how you can avoid it." "What about the womens' fights you saw in the RAF, did they hit each other there?" "Not half," he laughed. He started them off again and it was obvious that Helen was trying hard to repay the breast blow. But each time she came forward Nadia belted her about the head. "Thank heaven for the head-guards and big gloves," grinned David. Nadia was displaying a good deal of aggression. Helen switched back to head punching and the two women knocked each other round the ring. After about five minutes he leapt between them and said, "Ok that's enough for today." He untied their gloves and helped them to take off the guards. Shaking out their sweaty hair they kicked off their trainers, dived out of the ring, straight into the pool. David began to tidy up the gear. He had to admit he had been impressed by the courage and aggression displayed by his protégées. He turned to see them climb out of the pool. Holy smoke," he gasped to himself as he noticed how the vests clung wetly to the massive breasts. The outline of the tits, especially the nipples, was almost as clear as if they'd been topless. "It's no good, I can't stand any more of this." Without looking directly at the women again he said, "well done girls, see you the same time tomorrow. "Poor man," grinned Nadia, "we'll have to put him out of his misery soon." They whipped off the wet vests. "That's better," laughed Helen. The training went on apace. After a few weeks of ring work David dropped the weight of the sparring gloves down to eight ounces, much to the girls chagrin he still insisted that they wear the bulky head guards. Their punches began to display much more crispness and weight. An indication of this was the fact that that they could no longer use the heavy bag both at once. Each of them could move the bag around quite a good deal. Punches in the ring were much harder too. Neither girl threw many breast punches because they both knew how much they hurt. The harder punching and lighter gloves made the hours of sparring they did each day a much more serious business. David was very pleased with their progress, they could do ten rounds of hard sparring without displaying too much distress afterwards. One Saturday evening, after some six weeks of daily boxing training, the women came to a decision. They had heard that their husbands were due home the following weekend. "Right, said Helen stoically, we'll tell him that we want to fight on Sunday next." "We'll have a week to prepare for it, smiled Nadia, "he'll have to let us spar without those head guards now." David was flabbergasted when the girls put their plan to him. "Oh come on," urged Helen, "we've been sparring now for more than six weeks, we are ready for a scrap, we can't go on training for ever." He thought for a few moments. He had to agree, they must be getting rather frustrated, He had been rather scared about setting the two women at each other, but now that their husbands would be around the responsibility for them would be shared. He knew by now how hard they could hit and that they had the stamina to see them through at least a ten-round fight. "How many rounds were you thinking of going?" he asked. The women looked at each other. "Ten rounds?" suggested Nadia. "Fine by me, what do you think David?" "Yes I think you should be able to last that long," he grinned. He looked at them. They both wore tight skirts and blouses, he forced himself to imagine them belting each other around a boxing ring. He knew they would do it that Sunday afternoon whether he agreed or not. He'd known them for more than three months now and he appreciated their fortitude and strength of will. "Ok girls, let's go for it. I assure you that this will be a hard week for both of you. You've still got a lot to learn." He sent them off to change. They returned dressed in their tiny shorts and even tinier vests. David's heart-rate leapt even though he had seen the girls in these strips dozens of times by now. They ducked into the ring and held their hands out waiting for David to lace on the eight ounce boxing gloves. He thought about the head guards but the look in the girls' eyes made him reject the idea. Instead he took the laces from a spare pair of gloves and tied the girls hair up into severe pony-tails. This made them both look harder and slightly less feminine, but at least it would keep their long hair out of their eyes. The girls tested the gloves by noisily smacking the gloves together in front of their chests. "Right, take it easy girls we don't want any injuries before the weekend," he glanced at his watch and stood back. Unlike their earlier sessions, instead of rushing recklessly at each other, they began circling one another, both waiting for an opening. After a short time they both got their left lead going. The unfamiliar feeling of the hard gloves smacking into their unprotected faces took both back at first. They soon came to terms with the stinging pain of the leather whipping into them. When David called an end to the first round, he was concerned to see that both girls' faces were flaring red from the attention of each other's gloves. "I'll have to watch this," he thought. Neither woman sat during the break. They danced out for the second round and within the first few seconds each had taken a heavy right to the face, he strained to see if any damage had been caused. Yes, he could certainly see a trickle of blood coming from Helen's nose. "Stop boxing," he cried. Crossing to the girls he first checked Helen. Peeling her lips back he noted that her bright white teeth were smudged crimson, her nose was bleeding from both nostrils, but only slightly. "Hmm... ," he murmured, "let's have a look at you." Nadia too had some small cuts inside her mouth and her nose bled slightly more than the blonde's. "It's no good, if you go on like this all week you will be in no condition for a proper bout on Sunday." The two women saw the wisdom of his words and calmly succumbed to the indignity of the head guards. "They certainly don't pull their punches," he thought to himself, his admiration for them increasing, as was his fear of what they might do to each other in the coming fight. The two tyro boxers put in a fearsome amount of work during the week, mostly in the ring. Their husbands weren't expected to return until Saturday evening so David was roped in to help with the last-minute preparations during Saturday. The girls were very excited when he arrived. They'd already had a dip in the pool and stood together in their bikinis waiting to welcome him. "Funny," he thought as he took in their appearance, "their bikini tops don't look wet." Indeed the tops were bone dry whilst water dripped from the scanty briefs to run down over their lovely legs. "What do you want us to do?" asked Nadia quickly. "Well, no training today you'll be glad to hear. You could find two unused pairs of eight ounce gloves for tomorrow and then make sure there are towels, basins, water bottles and the like ready for the ring." He went to the poolside to check the ring over. All looked good except for the canvas floor of the ring. He went to find the women. "Can you two scrub the ring-floor before the morning." They ate a lazy lunch in the lounge. Nadia showed him the gloves they were to use. He turned them over in his hands, they were of a different make than the ones they had used for sparring, these seemed much less well padded, the leather felt thicker and harder. He said nothing. "Well when is it to be girls?" "The fight, oh say two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. You will referee of course?" begged Helen. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," he grinned. "If you can't think of anything else I'll see you after lunch tomorrow." He left them as they tidied the lounge and got ready to scrub the ring. He was more than apprehensive as he drove up the drive the next day. He couldn't be sure how the girls' husbands would react to his being involved with their boxing training. He hadn't asked, but had assumed, that they had been kept informed about their wives' activities in the ring. "Oh well too late now," he thought as he saw the girls waving at him. "The men have gone to the local for a quick pint," grinned Nadia. "We've got at least an hour to get ready." David's suspicions were heightened. "Do they know about this fight?" he asked bluntly. "Oh, no," admitted Helen, "it's going to be a surprise." "What happens if the whole thing backfires and the men don't like it. It could be very awkward for me to say the least." They thought for a while. "Yes you're right of course," blushed Helen. Turning to the brunette she said, "we must tell them when they get back." He felt much better. "All ready?" he asked. "Yes, look at the ring," enthused Nadia. The ring-floor was now longer grey but a bright white. "Beautiful," he grinned. The men returned and Helen did the introductions. She took them to one side and an animated conversation took place. Returning Peter, her husband, said, "I wondered what the ring was doing there, I saw it early this morning, but forgot all about it after." "They seem pretty happy," thought David. He could tell by Helen's eyes that she had told them, but she let him know anyway. "What did they say," he laughed. "They didn't believe me at first," she grinned, "but they seem quite keen to see us scrapping. "Come on," shouted Nadia, "let's get changed." The three men came together at the bar in the lounge. "Drink David?" asked Peter. "This boxing match is going to be a farce isn't it?", asked Mike, Nadia's husband. David, somewhat indignantly replied, "don't underestimate them they've only been training for a short while but I'm quite impressed. In fact I've trained hundreds of men probably, and I've never seen such enthusiasm and dedication. They've come on really well. I think you're in for a surprise." David certainly was. The girls burst into the lounge. They were barefoot and wore just tiny white shorts and track-suit tops, their hair was pulled back severely into pony tails. "Let's get started," pleaded Nadia, running out to the poolside. The others followed her out. "You two had better act as seconds," prompted David. The boxers had chosen their corners and were joined by their husbands. David went to the locker and got the new eight ounce boxing gloves. "I'll lace them on if you don't mind," he explained to Peter, "I don't want to have to keep stopping to re-tie them." "Let's have the top off Helen, you'll never get it off over the gloves." Grinning she began to unzip the top. David's eyes dropped just in time to see her massive breasts appear. He stood, open-mouthed one glove held out before him, his face began to redden. "That's more like it," grinned Peter, "I wondered what you were all bundled up for." Helen sat down, David began to tie on the gloves, his eyes still riveted to the two great breasts only inches away from his eyes. As he had suspected, her nipples were large, dark brown and at the moment were bunched up into teats the size of his little finger ends. The job done he straightened and headed for the opposite corner. Nadia stood and provocatively pulled down the zip of her top. Her bosom wasn't quite as big, but just as beautiful. The brown, tanned breasts were tipped by large conical areolas, but he noticed that as he began to lace her gloves on, they began to pucker. The areolas, of course, remained just as large, but the central part, the nipples, hardened until they resembled large brown berries. The two seconds were obviously used to seeing their wives bare-breasted. They hardly paid any attention, but instead busied themselves with the checking of the water-bottles and so on. Seeing them so occupied reminded David of something. "Damn, I knew we'd forget something, they've no gum shields. Oh well it's too late to do anything about it now," he thought. The two boxers stood, eagerly slapping the black gloves together before their massive breasts. The tits didn't sag at all but thrust proudly from both chests. All they wore were the gloves and shorts. The shorts so thin that, in Nadia's case at least, the dark triangle of her pubic hair was plain to see. "They should look quite a sight after a few rounds," he thought. He called them to the centre of the ring. The bare-foot women padded out, gloves by their sides. Standing between them he smelt the curious mixture of new leather and the faint, but heady, perfume from their warm bodies. He looked down at the four big bronzed breasts beneath his eyes. His gaze strayed to their faces and for the first time since he'd known them he saw a hint of fear in their eyes. "I want a good clean fight, may the best girl win. Touch gloves and when I call you, come out fighting." He patted the girls on the shoulder and they trotted back to their corners, breasts bouncing, pony-tails flicking from side to side. The girls each stood with their backs to the ring. Their husbands gave them last minute tips. Neither man could help noticing how fit and strong their wives looked and mindful of David's assertion of the previous day, they began to wonder how hard a fight this was to be. David called the start of the fight and the women began to circle each other. Peter especially could tell from their stance and the way the held their gloves that they weren't new to the ring. Mike just revelled in the sight of the two almost bare girls as they moved gracefully round the ring. The first punch, when it came, surprised both men. It was a straight left lead from Helen, the glove smacked hard into Nadia's full mouth. Mike thought that David might step in to check for damage but no, the girls carried on unconcerned, Nadia had tears in her eyes though. The husbands gasped as their wives began to exchange hard lefts to the head. The way the women's heads, and especially their pony-tails, were snapping round was a good indication of the force of the punching. David grinned as he watched them leathering each other and as he heard the men's exclamations. Glancing down at his watch he could hardly believe that they had been boxing nearly three minutes already. Jumping between them he cried, "stop boxing." They dropped their gloves and turned to their corners. Both seconds leapt into the ring and keenly examined their wive's faces for damage. They were relieved to see that, apart from reddening of the cheeks and slight swelling of the lips, they were otherwise unharmed. "That was a hard round wasn't it?" asked Mike. "Not bad for the first round was it? I feel nicely warned up now. I shall enjoy the next round even more," responded Nadia. Mike was surprised at her cavalier attitude. "Aren't you worried about getting hurt?" "Yes, but I've got as good a chance of winning the fight as Helen." "So you're out to win regardless of the consequences." "That's right, this is what we've been training for, a real boxing match." He sponged down her flaming face and heaving breasts. He glanced over to where Helen was receiving similar treatment. Peter was impressed. "I didn't imagine it would be like this, you two are serious aren't you?" He thought ahead to the closing minutes of the fight and tried to imagine the condition of the two boxers. He thought better of it and returned to the task of tending his wife. He noticed that her teeth were slightly blood- stained. Peeling back the lower lip he saw a small cut inside where the flesh had been driven against her strong teeth. "Don't you use gum-shields"" he prompted. "What are they?" replied the blonde, mystified. "Oh nothing!" he lied. "I must have a word with David about that, especially if there's any more damage," he thought. He patted her shoulder reassuringly. The minute's rest seemed pitifully short. All too soon David called for the beginning of round two. The two glowing girls danced forwards, great breasts bouncing, their gloves raised high to cover their faces, elbows tucked in to guard their chests. They circled warily, each reluctant to make the first move. It was Helen who broke the stale-mate. She flicked out a straight left which caught the brunette square in the mouth. Instantly she countered with a right cross of her own. This was the hardest punch of the fight so far, and it was the first punch to the tits. It smacked into Helen's left breast, the glove almost disappearing as the flesh swelled up round it The blonde's mouth formed an '0'. She pulled her left elbow back quickly to cover the flaring breast. There were no other defensive gestures though, she stood her ground. Peter half-expected her to crouch and cover or at least back pedal whilst she recovered somewhat from the cruel blow. In training both women had often taken punches in the tits, but the combination of bare breasts and the heat of a real fight lent the blow so much more hurting power. Inwardly the big blonde felt like screaming as the pain from her crushed breast lanced her brain. Her first clear thought was to deal a similar package of pain to her grinning opponent. She bunched her fists more tightly inside the sweaty gloves. Slowly her mind cleared and she concentrated on the job in hand. Nadia was dancing round her pounding her arms and shoulders with crisp, but ineffectual punches. Her failure to come in close and follow up the breast punch, gave the blonde more than ample time to recover. Mike fumed, Peter breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his wife eyeing the brunette more objectively. At last Nadia seemed to realise her folly. She lunged forwards at Helen, throwing a sweeping right-handed haymaker. The blonde jerked her head back to avoid the blow, almost at the same time she countered with a straight right of her own. Her reach was a good deal longer than the brunette's. The fist completely flattened Nadia's nose against her face. She stood transfixed for a split second, then mustered her defences bringing her gloves up to shield her damaged nose. Mike groaned as he watched blood start from both nostrils. Helen didn't waste any time at all in capitalizing on her opponent's plight. She stormed forwards, catching Nadia in the belly with a short left uppercut and in the left breast with a vicious straight right. She nearly fell; instead she threw her arms round Helen's neck and hung on. But as Helen began to pile leather into her sides and belly Mike wished she'd gone down instead, 'She must be superbly fit,' he thought as he watched her soak up the punishment. That's not to say that the punches weren't doing any damage or that she wasn't being hurt, it was just that she was capable of withstanding such a pounding without giving in to it. Slowly she came back into the reckoning, she didn't look as pretty, blood covering the lower half of her face, the tops of her breasts crimson-spattered and her sides and abdomen bright red, but she was far from finished. Suddenly David stepped in and the round was over. It was a jubilant Helen who sat under her husband's ministrations. "What a round, she can't take much more," she grinned. Peter, no mean boxer himself until a few years earlier thought differently, but said nothing. He knew toughness and worse still, doggedness when he saw it. It was just as well he hadn't witnessed the numerous occasions when Nadia had assimilated the finer points of the noble art that Helen had let wash over her. There wasn't much for him to do so he picked up a towel and began to fan his sweating wife. She lay against the corner post and closed her eyes. It was a much different story in the opposite corner. Mike had no experience of the ring or the ringside. When Nadia plonked herself down on the stool he had gazed stupidly at her. "Are you ok love, you can't go on can you?' "Don't be silly darling, it's only a nose-bleed, just wipe my face and boobs off and it won't look half so bad." He gingerly dabbed at her reddened skin. Soon she really did look much better. "Are you hurting anywhere else?" My nose feels swollen and my sides are stinging rather, but otherwise I feel fine. He pulled her gloves forward between her thighs as her examined her bruises, then he carefully sponged down her sides and belly. She did go out for round three, her shorts wet and transparent. Mike didn't think he'd seen her looking happier, or sexier. She was fully recovered from the battering she had taken in the second. They stood off and, as in the first round, traded good strong punches to the head. The exchanges lasted for about one and a half minutes, by the time they came in close again both had blood running from nose and mouth. "Well it's looks more even," shrugged Peter, as he watched Helen dabbing with her gloves at her dripping nose. Close to the blows were fewer but far more punishing. Nadia especially took, a cruel right uppercut to her already swelling left breast. Her face went white but she sent a right of her own very low into the blonde's shorts. Both boxers sagged back briefly as they suffered their agony. Back again then, the gloves pounding bellies and breasts. They each grunted as the heavy blows landed, their curved, sweat-slicked backs shone as they took the thudding body blows. Their husbands winced as the punches went in. Even David was amazed at the strength of the punching, the blows were far harder than they had suffered in training. It was just as well that they were both bronzed by the sun otherwise their bellies and breasts would have looked very red by now. Suddenly Nadia dug both left and right fists into Helen's left tit. With a cry she fell to one knee, her left glove cupped over the other, the right glove cradling her ravaged breast. David began the count as she looked up to her husband not six feet away. He willed her to get up, he didn't want her to take much more punishment, but he didn't want to see her humiliated either. She read his eyes and at eight, dropped her right glove to the canvas and eased herself upright. David, relieved came forward to wipe her gloves. That gave her a few extra seconds for recovery. He gazed into her eyes and found them bright and eager. "Box on." The brunette stormed forward her guard low. Helen on the other hand, held her gloves high in front of her face, her elbows covering, as best as possible, her throbbing breasts. The end of the round saved Helen from the threat of further punishment. "That was a fairly even round,' said Peter, trying to put on a brave face, 'but for those two punches to the boobs.' "You don't think they're really too large for boxing do you?" "Just get a damp sponge on them will you," she snapped, "I'm only a couple of inches bigger than Nadia. I guarantee I'll pay her back, with interest, before the end Of this fight." Peter was slightly shocked by the venom in his wife's voice. "Now don't lose your temper or your boxing skill will fly out of the window. Helen saw the sense in what he said and resolved to try to calm herself. The cold, wet sponge on her flaming breasts helped. "You seem to get hit in the boobs when you're in close, with your reach you could easily afford to stand off and keep your stance more upright." His half-forgotten boxing knowledge was beginning to filter through, coming to the aid of his struggling wife. He didn't have time to wipe her face and breasts off properly, when she stood for round four blood was drying on her skin. In the other corner the matter of boxing know-how was reversed, it was Nadia who knew what Peter would be telling her opponent and what it was she had to do to counter it. Mike, a rather effeminate young man, had no idea at all about this brutal sport his wife had become hooked on. He looked down at her swelling breasts and bloody nose and mouth. "I wouldn't like to be take that much punishment myself," he thought. Nadia noticed his worried expression. "Don't worry, I can look after myself," she smiled. Another drop of blood splashed onto her heaving breasts. He couldn't understand her apparent enjoyment of the fight. David called them out for round four, both boxers knew what they had to do. Unfortunately their plans were diametrically opposed. The women, battered and bloodied, were almost unrecognisable as the two beauties who had begun the fight just eleven minutes earlier. Peter again thought back to his boxing days, he had not often seen so much damage done or so many punches thrown in three rounds. Yet here they were ready to go at it again, possibly for another seven rounds. He thought the girls had overstepped the mark in choosing to fight ten rounds. Not only was it physically very demanding, but judging from the injuries they had both suffered already, they could be in quite a state if it went the distance. He was cheered to witness his wife successfully keeping Nadia at a distance, her long left jabs thudding into the brunette's face. Mike was appalled as he watched her head being repeatedly snapped back by the crisp blows. Blood from her dripping nose was spread all over her face by the blonde's gory gloves. The round was half over and still she hadn't thrown a decent punch herself. Her anger was being fuelled though, by the onslaught to her beautiful features. A straight right from Helen, crushing her left breast, causing her to cry out in pain, sent her over the top. With a minute left of the round she went for the blonde. Ignoring the searing pain in her breast and the sting of leather smacking into her face, she ploughed forwards. Before she knew what had happened Helen found herself trapped in a corner, the ropes prevented her from backing away from the flurry of punches. She cupped her face in the gloves, as she had seen the German girls do on the video which prompted this mayhem. Nadia had her at her mercy, she had expected her to fight her way out, using her weight and reach advantage. But no, she merely stood there, crouched with the big gloves over her face. She took her time, starting with a couple of clubbing right upper-cuts low down into Helen's thin shorts. She gasped behind the wet gloves. Slightly higher up this time another left- right combination to the solar plexus. Her muscles were tight but the blows still stunned her, she felt that she wouldn't be able to move her legs now if she wanted to. Her elbows covered the front of her large breasts quite effectively, but Nadia could see their sides and, of course, all of the cleavage. She began the pounding of what she could see of Helen's tits. It was clear that she could not stand up to this for almost a minute. David moved to restrain the wild-eyed brunette. As he grabbed her pony-tail and pulled her off, the blonde sank to her knees, her gloves sliding from her bloody face, to cup and cradle her ravaged breasts. She stayed there in the corner, on her knees, her face white despite her suntan as she tried to soothe her pain-filled tits. David, almost apologetically, began a slow count. She looked up at him there were tears in her eyes. At eight she grabbed the top rope and began to haul herself upright, her left hand and arm still hugging her bosom. He held the brunette off until she had got her right glove up to her face. He glanced at his watch, still over half a minute to go. He quickly stepped in between them again. Are you fit to continue?" he pleaded with the blonde. 'Yes, I'm alright," croaked the pain-wracked girl, it was a lie and all present knew it. Even Nadia, who had suffered from the attention of her stinging gloves, felt sorry for the blonde before her. "I must try to finish this now," thought Nadia. She feigned a left, Helen warded it off with the right glove. Across came the proper punch. It slammed into the blonde's luscious mouth, both lips were badly split, fresh crimson started down her chin. Soon she looked as bloody as her opponent. For a reason he could not fathom, Mike could not understand why his wife didn't follow up the superb punch. The shout of 'stop boxing' demonstrated to him that she knew that there wasn't enough time left for a knock-out. You've nearly got her going," he said gleefully as Nadia lowered herself gently onto the stool 'Yes, she's got to go in the next round," she sighed. Mike made no effort to clean her up, instead he fanned her sweaty face and body. She laid back on the corner-post breathing deeply and massaging her strong thighs with the bloody gloves. Her shorts were perfectly transparent and Mike feasted his eyes on the sight. He was rather a cold fish but the action in the ring was definitely doing something for him. The spectacle of his almost bare wife and her beautiful young opponent beating the daylights out of each other excited him beyond anything he had experienced before. Peter was excited by the fight too, but his was tempered by concern for Helen. It was clear that she couldn't go on much longer. "Come on love, why don't you retire. You can have another go soon then, at this rate you'll end up with a broken nose or something." He dabbed at her bleeding face with the sponge, but she winced so much that he moved down to soothe her bruised tits. She'll have to knock me out if she wants to win," sobbed Helen. David came over. "Is she coming out for the next round?" he asked Peter. He stared down at the broken woman, her gloves tucked down between her thighs as she silently stood her agony. "She is," Helen replied. David shrugged and returned to a neutral corner. Mike crouched down and lovingly wiped the tears from her eyes. Reluctantly David called them out for round five. Helen slowly moved out of her corner, before she'd taken a couple of steps, the brunette was upon her. She held her guard high, the obvious target was her belly. The hard gloves smacked into her guts. Four punches landed. She sagged forwards. Her hands hadn't moved, it was fairly evident that she was in no state to throw any punches. Nadia caught her again with a clubbing right cross to the left eye. She would have a shiner there next day, the eye began to close straight away. If she had been able to fight back, her fast-closing eye would have precluded any accurate punching. She stood, rooted to the spot, tottering slightly. Nadia was so annoyed that she wouldn't fall. Her breasts bobbing and swinging, she began to throw punches with both hands after she had taken four or five heavy blows to the face her gloves fell away completely. David let her take another couple, undefended, before he moved to drag off the brunette. She didn't stop willingly, managing to catch Helen once more, this time in the left breast with a swingeing blow. She was beyond pain, she slumped to the canvas and lay on her side. The other four people didn't move either for some time. It was David who moved over to the fallen boxer and summoned Peter into the ring to help her. Nadia sagged. "Will she be alright?" she asked Mike as he put his arm round her drooping shoulder. "Oh yes, I should think so." He didn't seem very convincing. Peter put a folded towel under his wife's blood spattered cheek. David got a sponge and held it on the back of her reddened neck. After half a minute or so she began to stir. They got her sitting upright, blood from her battered face splashing onto her heaving breasts. Mike couldn't believe his eyes. Without giving him a chance to get her gloves off, Nadia went over to her friend. "That was some scrap Helen. I'm sorry one of us had to lose." "That's alright," croaked the fallen woman, "you'll give me the chance to even things up won't you?" "That won't be for a while." She looked the blonde over, noting her closed eye, swollen nose and breasts. She couldn't see her own face of course but she was fairly sure that she didn't look much better. "Let's just get back into training as soon as we can," she laughed.