Kim & Rona By Smac Kim and Rona meet and decide to box one another Corrected 15/06/2001 Brighton 26th May 1990 The glorious early summer had brought visitors flocking to the place. Despite the stiff breeze off the grey water of the English Channel several people dotted the beach, a few were even in the sea. In the foyer of the Esplande hotel it was a different story. The Esplande Even the few staff moving around looked somewhat bleary eyed and debauched. It was the first time the hotel had hosted the 'Body Art Convention' and, judging by the list of complaints on the under manager's desk, it would almost certainly be the last. He sat, head in hands. But not with any kind of hangover. "Why did he pick this weekend of all weekends?" The manager, either lucky or, after a lifetime in the hotel business, knew trouble coming when he saw it, had chosen to take that weekend off, the only weekend he would have away from the hotel all year. They'd looked a load of spamheads as they'd drifted in all during Friday. But in the evening when they'd all congregated in the ballroom... And the clothes began to come off. And the bar had had to restock twice. And the swimming pool had been discovered. And several fights had broken out. And the police had been called, three times. And . . He shook his head. He couldn't forget all about it, as he wished, because there was Saturday and Sunday to go yet. And there were more due to arrive today.. Among the more were Kim (&David). Kim was a conversation stopper, even with her clothes on. Saturday night, as it happened, turned out to be a far more civilised affair. The drink still flowed, there seemed to be, without actually measuring it, more square yards of bare skin on open display. Undoubtedly the decision to let the convention have the ballroom to themselves had helped. Kim (&David) had come down from their room at about nine. She was wearing just a leather skirt and high heels. Even the hard bitten bikers at the bar turned their heads, and kept them turned. It wasn't just her beauty and figure, though she was (and was she stacked), her bearing and presence forced even other women to pay her attention. I'd been in the room, with my wife Elvira, for about half an hour when she made her entrance. El was used to me staring at other women, she still didn't like it, but like that time in the pool, she could see why I was so engaged. The Pool "Are you going to take me swimming tonight?" Take was right. I don't like getting wet, especially my hands. El was driven to the hotel, she couldn't drive then. She'd swim and sauna, swim and sauna, then shower. I'd sit in the corner of the lounge with my current book in one hand and a lager in the other. Not the same lager all the time you understand. Then we'd drive home and, having eaten, go quietly to bed. "Yeah, are you ready?" "Nearly." She still asked. "Are you coming in the pool?" And I said "yes." She'd been in for about a quarter of an hour whilst I padded, barefoot, up and down the poolside inventing reasons for my not getting into the water. Infection, shrivelled willie, spit............,..... "Get it over with, like pulling off an Elastoplast.." No sooner was I in the pool than she came out through the door of the 'Ladies Changing Room'. El, who makes ladies underwear for a living, and never lets me use the word 'tits' said, "what a pair of tits." She was wearing a bikini, but may as well not have been. She was black, not black black. A dark olive colour which made her skin, and there was plenty of it, starling irisated. If I remember, the bikini was harlequin, but it may not have been. I went swimming every Tuesday for weeks after that. Never saw her again. When I mentioned her, about three million times, at work one of the lads said, "oh 'er wiv the big lungs, 'er's married to a airman at the camp." So there it was, she had had a little girl, in pigtails with her, lucky kid. Lucky bloke. I don't take El swimming any more, she's learnt to drive. Her nipples were pierced, or course. Two pear shaped weights hung from them, they looked quite heavy. Stuck on one was a label which read 'Kim'. 'Kim - Bristol.' How apt. Soon I'd seen all of her there was to see. She'd no tattoos. Just the heavy metal weights hanging from the straining holes through her long, dark brown teats. Most of the old ladies there had tatts. El was covered. I was covered. "I do weight training........" I heard her say to the woman next to her. "I'm not surprised," I thought. At last El succumbed to my badgering and struck up a conversation with Kim (&David). "We're from Weston....", El said while I got stuck in to some real close up ogling. She'd light brown hair to her shoulders, a diamond stud in the right hand side of her tip tilted nose. Her tits of course. (Worth another mention). A thick, expensive looking black leather skirt to mid meaty thigh and black high heels. Besides her nipple and nose jewellery she wore a thick stranded gold rope necklace and diamond cluster earrings. Still no tattoos. Strange. Very strange. Still slavering over Kim (what was her husband David doing at the bar), when another pair of bare breasts brushed my arm. Fortunately not so large or so ball breaking, I was already well into my third asthma attack. The badge on her black leather g string said 'Rona Bath'. Besides the studded collar round her neck, the massive rings through her teats, a couple of neat tattoos and some livid looking weals across her broad back she looked pretty normal. Her partner (Barry, certainly looked normal. Dickhead sprang to mind). About fourteen pints of lager later I found myself listening to Barry telling me all about his sea-shell collection. Fascinating, whilst I kept a weather eye on his wife's infibulated breasts. What were these two blokes on? "Here's me with a missus that looks like she hasn't had a square meal in about twenty years, with tits like balloons. (The ones after Christmas, gone down and shrivelled so much that even the dog won't play with them)." An Aside "Do you like women with 'orrible scabby faces, green teeth and a moustache? With scraggy armpits, no tits but with a great flabby ass? And varicose veins, club feet and BO?" "No." "So why do you keep screwing my missus?" I woke up. "...Dawlish is a very good place for starfish." Still the tits were still there. All six of us were in a group now. "Here, we'll have to get together again some time, us all living so close," whined Elvira. The seed had been sown, 'nuff said. I let the alcohol take over. Sunday morning I could definitely have done without. I hate hotels I hate Sunday mornings I hate everything. Till about twelve o'clock then, sometimes, I can drag my body down as far as the Lion for a livener, then on to the Lamb for another and so on until the back garden beckons and I wake up covered in bird shit. I felt trapped, couldn't even have a decent crap. (It's never the same away from your own crapper). I can't even go in the downstairs toilet. The smell at the top of the stairs (Marriage). I began to remember the previous evening (this sometimes happens). Strange how one feels disappointed sometimes at being so close to something, yet not actually part of it. Sometimes I think I'd rather have missed seeing or hearing something rather than remembering it with a touch of regret. Red Lion That was a Sunday dinner. I'd been going to the pub because it, having recently fallen down, tended to be fairly quiet any day other than Friday. I was on about my fourth pint of Flowers Original, just about the peak of awareness, the other bloke in the pub was a Courage drayman, serve the bugger right. Despite being just the wrong side of barking mad he had the ear of the bar maid. And a very nice ear it was. The quietness and the bar maid. She wasn't the willowy sort mind. Usually in a tracksuit and trainers. With her hair up. (Gets better) The drayman must have been ahead of me, perhaps he knew a rear entrance, I could hear him talking but couldn't understand a word. She was nodding regularly though so something must have been filtering though his beard and roll up. Then she said . "My father taught me to box." "Let's see if any of the others are about," squeaked El. I headed for the bar, but she dragged my over towards the swimming pool. I was glad, the grille was still down and Rona and Kim were in bikinis and the water. I don't like wet women. They came out eventually, and with womanly logic, off came their bikini tops. Elvira tugged at the hem of her tee shirt, till but she saw me shaking my head. It was too much for me, they were talking about pain. Rona liked it, so did Kim, a bit, but she preferred to dish it out. "The trouble is," she confided, loudly, "David is such a stick in the mud." "Barry's no bloody good to me either," sighed Rona, "all he ever thinks about is snails." "Yes, we'll definitely have to get together," smiled Kim. "Next weekend?" asked Elvira. "Chesil Beach," said Rona. "The one after?" I prompted, trying to keep the ball in the air. "Rock pools at Torquay." She thought for a moment. "Why am I worrying about what he's doing, yes next weekend would be fine. How about you?" Kim's place was best, the most central and she'd the largest house. Elvira and I kept out of the conversation giving the two women full rein. "Have you ever thought about fighting?" asked Kim. "That's about all I have done," smiled Rona, "thought about it. Barry doesn't really like hurting me." Me and David spar sometimes, you know box. He used to be a boxer before I met him. Do you fancy that?" "A real punch up, oh yes, now you're talking my language." "Someone's going to pinch me in a minute." Here were two of the best looking women I'd ever seen arranging to box one another, I thought it was time to get back into the conversation and do a little light steering. "Have you got somewhere you can fight?" "Oh yes, I've got a keep fit room," smiled Kim, I do weight training. David can get everything ready for us, he knows all about boxing." Then Rona began to complain that next weekend would be too soon. And I thought, "there, someone has pinched me." But, on reflection, it was quite right for her to ask for more time. On her own admission, she wasn't fit. It still seems strange to me why people feel the need to get fit just in order to get into a boxing ring for a thumping, but there you are, no point in arguing. By the end of the discussion we were looking at them getting the gloves on in a month's time. I enjoyed that month. I ran the forthcoming boxing match through my mind so many times and with so many different combinations of outcomes. Elvira read loads of books about boxing and started to put a little medical pack together. She needed it herself first though. I came home from work one day and there she was on the settee, legs wide apart, with a great needle rammed through her clitoris. There was blood everywhere. Good job she'd thought to put a towel under her. She'd always been on about piercing her clit when she got worked up. "I was thinking about those two girls in the ring boxing each other, punching each other hard in the face, and the next thing I know I'd gone and done it." "You got anything to put in the hole?", I asked grabbing the iodine. She nodded. Slowly she dragged the thick needle out. A knitting needle it was, with the end ground to a sharp point. More crimson on the towel. She got her fingers even bloodier jamming a four mil stud into the ragged hole. Her clit looked near to tearing. "That's too big to start with." "It's my cunt." That made seven. She already had three big rings in each outer lip. Much more ironmongery and there wouldn't be any room for my willie. She seemed to read my mind. We were having a cup of tea while she dabbed the pink mixture of blood and sperm from her tortured twat. "I'll be glad when this boxing match is over," I joked. My jake had been taking a terrible battering over the last couple of weeks. She got up painfully. "Don't make me start thinking about that again," she groaned. She pulled on a little pair of cotton pants, but kept a wad of tissues inside, next to her shaven, leaking slit. Rona had given us her phone number in Bath, suggesting we give her a ring nearer the time to make sure the arrangements still held. El put down the receiver, after the customary forty minutes or so. "Well, she seems more enthusiastic than ever." I don't make a habit of showing interest in my wife's telephone conversations as a rule. One half of the exchange is almost totally incomprehensible, and I'm pretty sure, that being privy to the other half would probably make things worse. Plus the bloody shouting. I often think, "just open the front door, you're wasting your fucking time with a phone." "I can't wait for tomorrow." "What did she say?" I demurred. "Oh she's been practising and weight lifting and allsorts. She says we're expected at midday." On the off chance, I put my camera in the car before rolling it into the garage for the night. Kim's house surprised me. But then I can never match people with their houses, cars, partners et cetera. It was right on the Horsefair, I'd always assumed them to be offices. But it was a house alright. I dropped Elvira off to make contact while I started to look for a place to park but, before I could pull away, David came out, took over the car and whisked it away somewhere. I had the presence of mind to snatch my camera, El already had her grab bag. Kim looked devastating. I felt Elvira watching me while I stared at her. She was perched on the edge of a settee, her torso turned towards us. Her massive right breast hung out of the gaping front of her white silk blouse. There were no buttons, it was loosely tied at her waist. Through her right teat hung a large gold ring, about four mil thick, with a large white bead threaded onto it. She smiled and tossed her shoulder length brown hair. The black leather mini skirt she had on was almost up around her waist and her sturdy, brown thighs glistened in the sunlight from the window. She rose slowly and, very deliberately, tucked her tit back inside the blouse, giving the knot at her waist a token tug. Her heavy skirt fell to about mid-thigh and she lovingly smoothed it down. "Still waiting for Rona, but she'll be here, I'm sure of that." Elvira nodded. "We rang her yesterday and she sounded really keen." I could see the other nipple ring through Kim's blouse when the sun outlined her chest under the thick silky material. Though, judging by the house, it could well have been real silk. "David must be able to get something right." He came back in, "I've parked your car down by my office, it'll be quite safe. Drink anyone?" I was determined, despite the merest hint of a hangover, to remain as clear headed as possible. The two women closeted together by the window. "I'm a bit sore......." I heard her say. I could guess what she was talking about. Next thing I knew she'd given Kim her bag to hold whilst she unzipped her leather skirt. I watched David. I admit my missus is ghastly, but he never even moved from the bar. Well Elvira soon had her bits on show all over the place and it kind of carried on from there. Modesty was clearly not a fault amongst these girls. Perhaps all piercees need to be exhibitionists to show off their jewellery. Rona breezed in, all leather jacket and pencil skirt. Elvira put her panties back on. "Are we going to get straight on with it?" smiled Rona. My stomach turned to water, Kim nodded and turned to David. "Let's go." He turned slowly, draining the last of his scotch and walked towards the door. He'd an unconcealed look of irritation on his face, presumably at being prised from his stand by the bar. "He's either a dypso or out of his tree," was my off the cuff diagnosis. Here was me, "I'd have given my arm, my leg even other bits and pieces to be here," and there was him moaning about having to watch his wife boxing. The 'keep fit' room was a revelation. Kim proudly flung open the, door. It was a large room, but there were merely four, bare white walls, no furniture of any kind. On the floor, presumably from a very large bed, was stretched and stapled a huge white sheet. In one corner were a pair of red boxing gloves, diagonally opposite a black pair. The lack of distractions focussed my attention on the gloves and the two women. My jake did the full Lazarus routine. I felt as if I were dreaming again. Kim ushered her husband over to the corner with the black gloves and Rona beckoned me over to join her with the red ones. Elvira stood open mouthed. "You haven't put out any towels or water and such," she managed. "I don't want any fussing about," grinned Kim, "you don't want to bother with any of that do you?" Rona shook her blonde head. She grabbed my arm, I could feel her shaking. "I'll get undressed first," suggested Kim," then Dave can glove me up while you strip." Her huge right breast came into view for the second time, now accompanied by her other tit. She got to work on one teat whilst David fiddled with the other. He slipped both large rings into his pocket and she rolled her nipples between finger and thumb, trying to ease the itchy irritation. She kicked off her heels and her hands went to the waist band of her beautiful leather skirt. I must have been drooling visibly. She was naked under the leather. No wonder she'd walked from the lounge to this room with a measured stride, her ear, nose and nipple piercings weren't all. Her labia had in them the biggest rings in them I've ever seen, they were at least a quarter of an inch thick and about three inches round. But that wasn't all. Attached to the two massive rings were two more normal sized ones, and hanging from each was a brass pendulum weight. They had to weigh a pound a piece and, or course, her lips were pulled right out and down. It must have been bloody painful. She smiled and waved Elvira over. She was there like a shot, on her knees in front of her as if she was worshipping the tall, statuesque brunette, who stood smiling with her feet a good eighteen inches apart, her hips thrust forwards. Elvira's fingers trembled as she hefted the weights. "Can you unhitch the weights first, it makes it easier to get the rings out?" she smiled. I went over and picked one up, it must have hurt like hell to have that hanging from your fanny lip. Kim casually took out her ear and nose rings whilst my wife crooned over her infibulated labia. Even with the rings out, the holes in that were huge, a pencil would have passed through easily, had I had one on me. She didn't seem to mind all the attention. And, once Elvira had finished with the rings and the overt ogling, she simply spat on the fingers of her right hand and began, openly, to massage her protruding clitoris. David grabbed her other hand and one of the tiny, black leather boxing gloves. I turned to see Rona throw her leather jacket on the floor. All she had on underneath was a chain, through one nipple ring, up round the back of her neck to the other breast. And boy was it taking some weight. It seemed as if there was a tacit agreement between these two, some kind of unspoken, knowing challenge to exhibit the most disregard for self-inflicted pain. There was already a little blood around one of her straining teats, I left her to get the rings out herself, she must have got them in, sometime. "How long have you been trussed up like that?" I gasped. "Since I changed ready to come here, a couple of hours I suppose," she replied offhandedly. Eventually she handed me the chain and shook her massive breasts at me. She had some difficulty in getting the tight leather pencil skirt down over her broad hips. She hooked her thumb in the waistband of the black leather g string she had on under the skirt and wriggled her big hips as she struggled to get it down round her ankles. What she lacked in quality, she made up with in quantity. Elvira took ages, kneeling between her legs whilst she lay on her back on the floor, to get all five rings out. She had two in each lip and one big one through her hard little clit. I wrenched my eyes away from the job and clocked Kim again. "My god," my groin was beginning to ache. Symbolically she stood barefoot, indeed naked, on the very corner of the white square. She still had her feet well apart but it was her breasts and strong chin which were thrust out now, rather than her puffy, shaven pussy. She punched her palms with the little black gloves, absentmindedly packing her fists tighter into them. "What size gloves?" I enquired of Dave. "Four ouncers," he grunted, "bloody stupid if you ask me." "Four ouncers," I didn't think you could get boxing gloves that light, "it's as good as them being bare-fisted. I certainly wasn't going to start worrying about the women, they both knew what they were about to do to each other. Rona was back on her feet now, taking off her wedding ring, ready for David to glove her up. He strolled over, picked up the red boxing gloves. Rona began to pant as he laced them and taped the wrists over. She grunted several times quite loudly. As soon as the gloves were finished she jammed her right fist down between her bare thighs. "Save some energy for the fight," joked Kim. David walked over and lounged against the wall. Rona stepped onto the sheet. Her knees were trembling. "My hair," snapped Kim, "David fetch me something to tie it up with." He slouched off. Poor Rona had to stand there shaking for several more minutes. "You ready?" asked Kim. She nodded, and walked forwards, gloves over her tummy. Kim came towards her, gloves up under her chin. She looked the more at home, the more confident. I knew Rona had been doing some training but she still didn't quite look the part. As soon as they were within range Kim's left flicked out and Rona took four ounces of black leather in the mouth. That brought her gloves up. She glanced back at me and I saw, a mixture of fear and anticipation in her wide eyes. Kim, slammed her fist into her undefended midriff and she literally doubled over, gasping for air, with her big bare ass stuck out obscenely. The brunette followed up with a few well executed and telling uppercuts to Rona's face. The thuds as the thinly padded four ouncers slammed against her chin and cheekbones were all the louder for the scarcity of furnishings in the large room. She went right down, writhing on her front on the white cotton. Elvira, white faced, bent over her. She was still wobbly when she finally got up. Sensibly Kim gave the uppercuts a rest and began to jab her in the face. It must have been clear to her that Rona's face wouldn't last too long against her four ouncers and she started to vary the head shots with hooks to the belly and then the breasts. Rona squeaked when the first of the hooks dug into her breasts but she must have come to terms with the pain because, after a while, she just keened in pain whenever her big, white breasts were flattened. A solid straight right to the centre or her reddened race brought bright red blood dribbling over her smarting lips. She looked as helpless as she was. "Ok," I shouted, "time for a bit of a break." Rona turned and smiled. I shook my head. Kim was worked up now, you could tell. She was on the balls of her bare feet, smacking her black boxing gloves together over her flat, brown belly. I pleaded with Rona, "come on, try to make a fight of it, you haven't even used your gloves yet." "Ok," she panted, bunching her right fist in her little red four ouncers, "I'll try to hit her in the face." A few of the dribbles of blood from her nose had dripped into her cleavage, but there was nothing to wipe her up with. She seemed proud when she followed my gaze and noticed the blood for the first time. "Am I bleeding?" I nodded, "your nose is running a little, but it's nothing to worry about." "I'm not worried," she grinned. I called them together again. She caught the unprepared brunette a beauty on the nose as they closed for the second time. It was all the harder for Kim's haste to get at her again. It stopped her in her tracks but there was a broad grin on her face as she too felt warm blood running from her nose. They really looked the part now, except for the fact that they were naked, they looked like real boxers. Kim lashed out after her initial surprise and her right found Rona's nose again. Blood spurted down over her breasts and she hit out at the brunette's breasts using both fists to bang the huge tits. It was Kim's turn to go to the floor. She knelt on one knee, black boxing gloves on her sweaty thighs, waiting for the pain in her chest to subside. Rona stood, red gloves on her meaty hips, her shaven, puffy slit barely inches from Kim's bloody face. It seems she was taunting her. "She's asking for it," I thought. When Kim stood, she got it. The brunette put her down with a flurry of hard blows to the face. Rona spun round and ended up on her side on the blood spotted sheet. Blood poured from her nose and mouth. Kim went over to her husband to have her gloves checked while Elvira fussed round the fallen woman. I heard David asking Kim how her breasts felt, but I didn't catch the answer. To me they looked a little red and possibly slightly swollen. Rona just looked a mess. If we'd had the means to wipe her up she may not have looked so bad, but her face blood was all over her now. Even her belly and thighs were streaked. No sooner was she up though, than she wanted to start again, but El made her wait until her head had cleared. Kim put her down with the first punch of the period. An uppercut to her right breast, the one which I'd noticed blood on before she'd started boxing. The leather bound fist ground the teat back against her ribcage and the nipple looked very tender indeed. She was on her knees and Kim took the opportunity to present her shaven fanny to her and she herself had done in the last round. Rona looked up at her and then pistoned her right glove up between the brunette's inviting thighs. Kim's eyes bulged and she in turn drove her right fist down into the blonde's already weakened right breast. Blood jetted from her nipple, then abated into a thin trickle. She struggled to her feet and they began slugging one another in the face. "I tore my eyes away from the battle to look at Elvira. She seemed to have lost her sense of awe and was clearly now beginning to enjoy watching the fight, her right hand down the front of her cotton panties. Their was blood everywhere. Their faces, of course, their arms, shoulders, breasts, bellies and thighs. The white sheet was ruined, great red stains in several places, mostly where Rona had gone down, and splashes and drips all over it. Kim took time off punching Rona'a face and repaid her for the pussy punch. The blonde went down like a sack of spuds. She was writhing around like a stranded fish. "She can't be enjoying that," I thought. But she was there again after about half a minute, a bit stiff legged, but still functioning. Her intention was quite clear, she was aiming for Kim's crotch, and she took a good many hard blows to her face in going low. But, she got her in the end, so to speak. Although Kim must have been half ready for it, it was a cruel blow. Her fleshy, holed labia looked very puffy after the punch and soon splashes of blood began to appear on the inside of her thighs. Rona had made her lip piercings bleed. I could tell that Kim was not amused by the splash of blood that caught me full in the face when she hit Rona. Kim had punched her so hard that she staggered back, way off the sheet, before crashing to the floor. Spent. Her nose all over the, place. Elvira and I dragged her back onto the white square and sat her up with her back against Elvira's bare legs. Her chin drooped onto her spattered, bleeding breasts, her bare legs splayed out as did her arms. Her fists, still inside the red boxing gloves clenched and unclenched. She moaned softly while the blood from her nose ran down her cleavage, over her creased belly and into her lap. Kim came over and knelt beside her, hardly less messy. "Ok, good fight?" "Brilliant," croaked Rona through puffy, split lips, "come here." They kissed long and affectionately, Elvira stood behind them, openly frigging herself. I, felt I'd explode myself and grabbed Kim. As I grappled with my zip I saw David slipping out of the room.