Let’s Box. Two young PE teachers try boxing. Part One . 31/07/2003 Debbie and Sue were both PE teachers and, as it was the middle of July, they were sat outside of one of the local pubs one evening discussing what they were going to do for the long, six week, summer holiday from their respective schools. They were both big girls, big hips, big tits but they were, of course, superbly fit. Debbie, the most precocious of the two, half jokingly said, "what’s the most macho thing you can think of doing?" They sat on the bench in their tight jeans and tops, mulling over the question. Sue took a long sip of her Stella and said, "I reckon boxing’s the most macho thing I can think of." Debbie choked on her lager, then she put the glass down carefully. There was a certain look in her eye. "You know," she hesitated, "that’s not a bad idea." She sat up enthusiastically. "We could learn to box in the three weeks of term time we have left, then fight on the first weekend. That will give us the whole holiday to get over it." "And we could buy all the kit," chirped Sue, eager as ever for a dose of retail therapy. They huddled closer together and made some plans for the following Saturday. They were still talking about boxing as they walked home. "I’m not wearing those hideous shorts," sang Sue. They both laughed. A couple of lads, walking in the opposite direction looked at them askance. Debbie looked serious for a moment, "we’re both too big aren’t we?" "We’ll go as heavyweights," smiled Sue, "some of the one’s I’ve seen on TV are a lot bigger than us." By the time they’d meandered their way home they were more at ease with the idea. Saturday morning saw a trip to the local library where they knew the librarian well and were able to borrow all the books on boxing that they could find. The true nature of this boxing match had not, until now, been fully gone into but both knew it would be for real, both thought that the prospect of a good punch up would do their relationship no end of good, clear the air, bond them more too maybe. They even managed by midweek to obtain some of the German, ‘Chick Boxing’ videos and, having seen all the blood and snot, had some idea of what they might have to face in the boxing ring. As they watched one of the stricken girl boxers being attended to by her second, Sue had suggested that they should have someone with them on the day of the fight, "you never know?" she said darkly. They both thought for a while then, almost simultaneously they chorused, "Toni." Toni was a woman they frequently met up with at the various les clubs they went to in nearby Brighton. She was another big girl who happened to work in the A&E department at the Brighton General hospital. "She’d be ideal if we can persuade her," agreed Debbie. It was an awkward telephone conversation but, lured by the prospect of a weekend stopover and of seeing a good scrap, she agreed to be there on the day, and to come over and discuss things in more depth before the big day. The question of the ring itself began to exercise them. The rambling country house that Debbie had been left when her elderly parents had died, boasted several large outbuildings and they were surveying the best of them. It had light and power, a few windows high up on the walls and a quite sound wooden floor. "This would be ideal," enthused Sue, Debbie nodded. "Rope off a square, put some padding on the floor and bingo!" "How big is a boxing ring supposed to be?" enquired Debbie. Off to look at the library books they’d borrowed and a coffee. When they’d finished their coffee, Sue said, "let’s put the ring up today, it will sort of commit us to doing it won’t it?" Debbie nodded thoughtfully and hugged Sue. Sue broke away after a while, "let’s fool around after we’ve fixed up the boxing ring," she grinned. Having checked on the proper dimensions for a boxing ring, they plumped for a fifteen foot square. It was to consist of four old display stands and several lengths of blue nylon rope which had been lying around in one of the other outbuildings for years. It took them the best part of the day to actually get the makeshift ring robust enough for it to actually stand up on its own and for it to be able to absorb one of them crashing into the slack ropes. They agreed to decide on the padding later. With the ring more or less sorted out and having roped someone in to attend to them, the question of equipment needed to be dealt with. They’d already agreed, more or less, that they were talking about just boxing gloves, they were going to box naked. They looked in yellow pages and decided to make a special trip to town for the boxing gloves and, of course, some retail therapy and a few clubs into the bargain. The huge sports store was rather intimidating but when they finally found the boxing section it turned out to be run by a friendly, young man who was obviously intrigued by the two voluptuous women and the reason for their being there. They told him straight out that the planned to box one another in a few weeks time. "It’s just boxing gloves we’re after really," explained Debbie, "we’ve kind of decided on six ounce." He looked them up and down again. They were big women. They had noticed that the German girls all wore pastel coloured boxing gloves in the videos and mentioned their preference for pastels to him. "Ok, if you’re sure." He came back with several boxes. Although unfamiliar with boxing impedimenta, the women instantly fell in love with the pastel colours. Debbie was taken with the light blue and Sue with the yellow. "You are boxing one another?" he enquired, still taken aback, and despite his PC leanings. "Oh yes," they chorused. "You’ll need some larger gloves for training then, won’t you?" They hadn’t thought if this but were pleased to be advised by him on the matter. "I’ve got some really cheap training gloves out the back, hang on." The big, black gloves looked like leather pillows after the six ounce ones, but he assured them that they were the right gloves for sparring and so on. "Now then, what about shorts and maybe vests," he enthused. "That won’t be necessary," replied Debbie primly. The implication was obvious. He blushed and began bagging up their purchases. They arrived home very late, tired and weary. They showered and then, despite the lateness of the hour, sat down to examine what they’d bought in the sports shop. They were soon naked on the carpet, each wearing their chosen colour of boxing gloves, caressing one another with the soft leather. After several minutes, they moved into their bedroom. As soon as they woke Debbie eased her naked body out of the bed and jammed one of their recently purchased boxing training videos into their bedroom VCR. They sat, propped up in bed, watching the shaky images produced by the ancient machine. The first fifteen minutes or so was all stance and jabbing. "That looks pretty straight forward," concluded Debbie. "Mmmm," yawned Sue. After a quick coffee, they grabbed their individual bags containing their training stuff and towels etc. and headed off for the outhouse. They pottered fairly aimlessly for a while then Debbie said, "well, we’d better make a start." Sue swallowed. Their track suit tops and bottoms came off leaving them each in white cotton thongs. Each woman had a spare tyre round their middle, the downy, brown flesh bulging over the waist band of their minute g strings, each pair of huge breasts topped with dark brown nipples hung to just above their plump waists. Both women had big thighs and hips. "Maybe this training will help trim us down a bit," thought Debbie, still very frightened by the prospect of what they were about to do to one another. Sue could sense Debbie’s apprehension. She put her arm round her shoulders and kissed the side of her neck, "it’s what we want to do isn’t it?" Debbie nodded. "Come on then, let’s try these gloves out." She picked up the big black leather training gloves from her bag and, after some little time, managed to get them onto her fists. She had her hands out for Debbie to wrap the Velcro round her wrists. "Feels great," she enthused. Deb struggled into her ten ounce gloves. Between them they get her Velcro fastened. "Well we certainly look the part," smiled Debbie. "The jabbing looked straight forward," said Sue, "let’s try that first." Debbie’s guts knotted up, but she did feel a twinge of excitement too. The next thing she knew was a big black glove thudding into her face. Her lips stung a little but it wasn’t an altogether unpleasant experience. "What’s it feel like?" asked Sue. "Ok, really," Debbie smile, though still quite shocked. "Your turn," urged Sue. Debbie poked out the big glove on her right fist, it hit Sue squarely on the forehead. Sue smiled, "yes it’s alright isn’t it, I think we’ll be fine with this." They exchanged a few more jabs to the face then tacitly hugged one another in the centre of their makeshift boxing ring. "This is going to be ok," smiled Debbie as they stepped apart, she made to undo her gloves but Sue stayed her hand. Debbie looked at her questioningly. "We know what these," she indicated her big gloves, "feel like in our faces, but what about.........." She hefted her enormous breasts with the two puffy boxing gloves. Debbie swallowed hard. "Ok, jab me in my boobs." She dropped her own gloves to her side and stood there, waiting for her lover, Sue, to punch her in the tits. Sue flicked out her right fist, the big glove slapped into Debbie’s massive left breast. Debbie smiled, "hardly felt a thing." Sue sighed with relief, "now me." Debbie punched her in the tit and she nodded that she too was ok. The hugged again. "Let’s do this every morning." Debbie nodded enthusiastically. By the middle of the following week they couldn’t wait to get into the ring first thing in morning. This and all the general working out, swimming and eating and drinking more sensibly, was already making different women of them. They got into the ring on Thursday morning, naked and really slugged each other for a good twenty minutes. "Enjoy that?" asked a breathless Debbie. "Mmm, very good." They fell into each others arms, still wearing the big black boxing gloves, playfully pummelling their bellies and clean shaven pussies. Soon they were in the sixty nine position and the big gloves were caressing rather than punching. Spent, they got the gloves off each other and headed for the shower. Saturday morning, exactly one week after they started to train, a watershed was reached. They were hitting one another so hard now that Sue’s nose began to bleed slightly. They both stopped straight away. Debbie stood back, mouthing apologies and Sue looked down at thee spots of blood on her huge, brown breasts. Slowly she raised her gloves again, "come on, keep going, it’s nothing." Slowly they began again. Sue secretly tried for a really good punch of her own, to Debbie’s nose. They’d agreed to go four three minute rounds and by the time the last buzzer sounded Sue’s nose blood had spread over the lower half of her face and her breasts were well spattered. "You alright?" asked a concerned Debbie. "Yeah, fine," smiled Sue, "first blood to you." "Here," she grabbed the back of Debbie’s head and pulled her face into her crimson flecked tits. Debbie struggled free, "what does it feel like?" "Throbs a bit, but it’s nothing really, would you like to clean me up?" Debbie grabbed a towel. "I thought you would use your tongue," smiled Sue. Debbie dropped the towel quickly and began on Sue’s breasts, cradling them gently in her large boxing gloves as she did so. Sue sighed and they slowly sank to the ring floor Debbie still licking and sucking Sue’s breasts and nipples. They kissed and Debbie took the opportunity to lick up some of the blood from Sue’s nose and mouth. She returned her attention to Sue’s tits and they both came noisily. At last they struggled out of the huge gloves and Sue tentatively felt her nose, it felt ok and she drew the back of the hand across her face. There was a very thin smear of blood. "I’m glad this happened really now I know I can handle being hurt a little," she thought. Drained, they clambered out of the boxing ring and headed for the shower. "Perhaps I’ll get a nosebleed next time," said Debbie. "I’ll do my best," thought Sue. As it happened they decided to give the ring a rest on Sunday, so it was Monday before they made their way to the ring room again. They still had their dressing gowns on with just panties beneath. Debbie yawned as Sue struggled with the heavy old door. They stumbled into the room, both still half asleep. They slipped off their dressing gowns before climbing into the flimsy ring. By tacit agreement they picked the big gloves up from their stools and got themselves gloved up, still wearing their little panties. They were much more practiced at getting the sparring gloves on and in a few moments they were facing off in just their white cotton g strings. A straight right to Debbie’s face woke her up instantly and she replied with a blistering punch to Sue’s sleep puffy face. Sue grunted, truth to tell her nose was still sore from Friday’s boxing session. They stood back, both panting, then the big black leather gloves began to fly. In their haste to start hitting each other they’d forgotten to set the timer so it wasn’t until they were both punched out that they stopped exchanging blows. They turned, breathless, and headed thankfully for their stools. They plonked their bare bottoms on the stools and sat there, the heavy boxing gloves weighing their arms down, almost to the ring floor, their massive chests heaving as they sucked in air through their wide open mouths. "Enjoy that?" gasped Debbie, when she was somewhat recovered. "Oh yes," replied Sue, "to hell with the timer let’s do it again." They stood after another half minute or so and flew at one another. It wasn’t very scientific or pretty and, and after a couple of minute’s frenzy, they were forced to turn for their stools again. "Just one more round?" panted Debbie. Sue nodded, looking down at her heaving crimson flushed breasts. It took them a couple of minute’s to recover sufficient to stand ready to raise the heavy boxing gloves again. Sue whacked Debbie hard on the nose and was gratified to see a trickle of blood begin from each of her lover’s nostrils. "That’s us quits now," she thought gleefully. Debbie could feel the warm wetness on her upper lip and could taste the salty tang when she explored with her tongue. "Have you made my nose bleed?" she asked. Sue nodded with a grin. They closed again and Debbie made up for her bloodied nose with a crippling straight right into the very meat of her lover’s left tit. They’d kind of tacitly avoided each other’s breasts, until now. Sue covered up so Debbie knew she’d hurt her. "You ok?" she asked breathlessly. Sue nodded but her lips were pursed and her gloves were low over her chest. "Do you want to pack it in? asked Debbie. "I’ll be ok," said Sue, with a weak smile. Indeed the stinging pain in her tit was beginning to subside and she did feel she’d like to go on and finish the session, especially as she’d made Debbie’s nose bleed. She came up on her toes and raised her gloves, a signal to Debbie that she was ready to box on. They began to smack the big gloves into one another’s face again. One big right from Debbie caused a large gob of blood and snot to smear across Sue’s face. She snorted and tiny spots of blood rained down onto the upper slopes of her magnificent chest. Debbie gratefully dropped her gloves to her sides and Sue followed suit. They hugged. "What a way to start the day," joked Sue. She glanced down at her shelving bosom, "it’s your turn to clean me up now," she blushed. Debbie cupped her enormous left tit in her gloved hands and began, lovingly, to lick off Sue’s blood from the top of her breast, she didn’t neglect the big brown teat which she nibbled carefully. Sue’s big boxing glove came across her thighs to massage and even pummel her clean shaven cunt lips, beneath her tiny g string. Debbie moved to her other breast, by the time she’d begun to lick the blood and snot off Sue’s cheek, Sue was panting hard and her right boxing glove was a blur between her sweaty thighs. The front vee of her cotton g string was sodden and stained grey. She whispered in Debbie’s ear. She moved her own glove away briefly and Debbie uppercut her gently between the legs. Sue sighed and nodded. Debbie punched her in the cunt again, much harder this time and Sue came copiously into her little panties. Debbie dropped to her knees and, hampered by the awkward boxing gloves, managed to pull Sue’s g string to one side. Strings of goo harpstringed between the little panties and her clean shaven cuntlips. Debbie continued to clean her up. The two boxers lay on their backs, still wearing the big training gloves, in a corner of the ring lay their sodden, gooey g strings. Susan sat up at last. "I’ve been thinking, are we going to get nose bleeds every time we do this?" Debbie got her foggy brain working again, "we’ll just have to improve our defence, after all that’s part of training for a fight isn’t it? And we’ll have to punch to the body more." Sue pouted, "that means boobs doesn’t it?" "Well yes, but we could go lower down as well." "Tummy?" suggested Sue. "And here," sighed Debbie, cupping her glistening vagina with her right boxing glove. Sue got up and swallowed hard. "I know now what a punch in the face is like and we’ve hit each other in the tits a few times, but........., that’s something else," she thought. "These big gloves wouldn’t fit up between our legs," she said triumphantly. "We’ll make them tomorrow," promised Debbie, she eased herself up and retrieved the sticky g strings, "come on, shower and then we’ll go to the leisure for a nice long swim." Sue sighed and wearily got to her bare feet. It was with trepidation that the two track suited women approached the store room. It was later in the morning than they usually sparred, they had been subconsciously putting this off, Debbie concluded. The door creaked open and they went inside. Normally they’d both be excited by the prospect of a good sparring session, but neither woman seemed too keen to get themselves ready for the ring. At last Debbie yanked her top over her close cropped hair. Her huge, brown breasts bounced into view. She pulled off her bottoms awkwardly and, very deliberately thumbed off her little white cotton g string to stand, baby bare, before her lover, Sue. Sue looked rather doe eyed as she got out of her track suit and wriggled out of her own little string. They hugged instinctively. "Gloves," said Debbie, sharply, as if to keep things moving. They could get into the big black gloves quite quickly by now, soon they stood hesitantly in their little boxing ring. Debbie had been giving the problem of the large gloves and small crotch gap some thought. She lay down on her back, raised her knees as far as they would go and then let her thick, brown thighs splay open as wide as possible. Her moist, shiny cuntlips opened like the petals of a flower and even her peanut sized clitoris poked out from between her bare, shaven labia. "What do you think?" she asked. "Looks good from here," half joked Sue. "Come on," chivvied Debbie, "let me see what it feels like." She knelt down between her lover’s gaping thighs. First she put her boxing gloves on the inside of Debbie’s knees and pushed gently to see if she could make some more room for the big black boxing gloves. Debbie’s thighs splayed a little more and Sue pulled her right glove back, "ready?" Debbie nodded and closed her fearful eyes. Sue drove her gloved fist up between her legs, quite hard. The thick leather impacted with a splat. Debbie sighed. "It’s not too bad, do it again, but harder this time." After that Debbie urged Sue to hit her again and again. After about eight heavy punches Debbie stayed her lover’s hand whilst her whole body convulsed. Sue noticed juice running from her puffy, red slit, running down her lover’s tight bum crack. "I could get used to that," panted Debbie, "it hurts all right, but it’s kind of nice at the same time." They reversed roles, Debbie dribbling drops of come juice over the ring floor as they did so. She looked very flushed and fulfilled. Sue grunted as the first punch went in, but she too egged Debbie on. Soon there were some little spots on the padding under her gaping cunt. They cleaned each other up in their favourite sixty nine position. "Well," Sue said as they lay on their backs in the ring, "it looks like we’ve covered all the angles, so to speak." Debbie laughed, "you can say that again, I haven’t come like that for years." Sue knew exactly what she meant. From now on, they’d be much more catholic as to the targets for their gloves in the little ring. Indeed all through the next fortnight they’d boxed each morning and, although their punches were becoming increasingly more powerful, there were no more nosebleeds, or injuries of any major kind. They both carried permanent bruises and they’d both eschewed a bra more or less permanently, but they both felt fitter and better in themselves than for many a year, since college probably. They’d been training for a month now, it was the last week before their big day. They got the little pastel six ounce gloves out again, marvelling at how small they seemed after the sparring gloves. That evening Toni was due to stop by for her pre fight chat. The girls decided on black leather trousers and thin white blouses. They’d look quite something as they’d both given up on bras over the last month. They were putting the finishing touches to some nibbles and testing out the white wine when the distant door bell rang. Sue ushered in Toni. Like them and as usual for her she too was in black leather. A skirt and jacket with a white blouse beneath, but her huge bra could clearly be seen beneath it. Debbie looked her up and down, she was a handsome woman alright. "Do you have a nurse’s uniform?" she blurted out. Toni coloured up, "er, yes," she stammered. Debbie said "I didn’t mean to be rude, but you couldn’t bring it with you on Saturday could you? You could wear it while we’re in the ring and then change back. I think it would add a little ambience." They fell to talking about the sports injuries Toni had seen in her time in A&E, boxing particularly. "Broken noses usually," smiled Toni, "but you get the occasional cut that requires suturing." Sue winced, she hated needles. But they were fighting in just a few days and, after all the build up, she needed to box, badly. Toni didn’t seem that interested in finding out about the upcoming boxing match. She regaled the girls with some more general stories from her time at A&E and they broke up at about ten pm. with the promise of meeting up again Saturday tea time. Debbie and Sue had been tempted to try out the little six ounce boxing gloves that night but, with just two days to go before their debut boxing match, they decided to stop sparring altogether in case of injury, just relieving themselves of making the decision of the smaller gloves. On the Thursday they concentrated on the little boxing ring, laying old blankets on the floor inside and covering this with a large, white dust sheet. They hung their respective colour gloves over their chosen corner, along with towels and so on. On Friday they had a quiet day ending after a swim and sauna, with a light evening meal and an early night. They were both very jittery on Saturday morning. The sat in their dressing gowns at the breakfast table, just drinking orange juice. "Not long now," sighed Sue. Debbie gave a weak smile. Suddenly Sue said, "I know what we can do, we could get the video camera out and check it over." Debbie brightened, why hadn’t she thought of that. They made sure it was alright and that the batteries were fully charged. "Perhaps Toni could look after it?" suggested Sue. "See what she says." The video batteries would give up to two hours of filming. Sue’s guts tightened when she realised that the fight would not last that long, one of them would almost certainly be knocked unconscious within less than half that time. They finally shed their dressing gowns at dinner time and decided, usually for them, on skirts and jackets. Black leather of course. The clothes were all laid out in the bedroom. They showered and then went through their ritual shaving of underarms, their legs and up between them. Baby oil was liberally applied before they got their skirts, blouses and jackets on. Both remained barefoot and sans underwear. The sat cuddled together on the sofa, watching one of their precious German women boxing videos until tea time. Toni’s eyes feasted on the two voluptuous, leather clad women. She too was in a black leather mini and tank top but, as promised, she toted an overnight bag with her nurse’s uniform in it. They hugged and kissed, exchanging compliments. Toni mused on the fact that here were the three of them, all lesbians, all with forty four D or larger breasts and what was the occasion? The boxing match of course, although she’d not seemed that interested a couple of days ago, she’d thought about it a good deal in the interim and now that the time had come she was more excited than she thought she would be. Debbie could sense things coming to the boil. She explained to Toni about the video camera as they walked to the old barn. She was so nervous she had difficulty getting the words out properly. Toni got the gist of it though and nodded. She noticed Debbie’s hand shaking as she turned the door handle. "Why are they going to do this?" she asked herself. They all entered the stark building. Debbie flicked the switch and the overhead lights they’d rigged up came on a illuminated just the boxing ring area. The atmosphere was electric. There was an embarrassed silence as the three leather clad women stood just inside the door. "Got your uniform?" stammered Debbie. Toni nodded gravely. "You get changed while we strip off then." She looked at Sue. Sue nodded. "Have you ever laced on boxing gloves?" asked Debbie, in forlorn hope. Toni smiled and shook her head. The two boxers had watched the German girls being gloved up several times so knew all about the laces and surgical tape over the top. "Don’t worry, we’ll talk you through it," assured Sue. There was an audible rustle of leather as the three big women divested themselves of their jackets. Toni eyed the braless boxers. Both pairs of nipples were straining against their gossamer blouses. In unison they pulled the blouses out of their leather waistbands and went down through the tiny buttons, both pairs of hands visibly shaking, Toni noticed. The laid the thin blouses on top of their jackets on the dusty floor. They kicked off their black high heels and stood, hands on hips, in just their little black leather mini skirts. Toni couldn’t remember seeing them looking so voluptuous. She longed to bury her face between each pair of heavy, brown breasts. Her own hands went immediately to her top and she pulled it over her own long, red hair. She reached round and her bra catch gave with a satisfying thud. She peeled the huge bra from her forty six DD chest and bent to add it to her ever growing pile of clothes. In doing so her breasts hung way down, her long teats hanging lower than her navel. She popped the button on the side of her tight leather skirt and shimmied out of it. She was bare beneath, not even a g string. There was no trace of hair between her meaty thighs. She kicked off her heels and delved into her flight bag. What emerged was a carefully folded, thin nurses shift dress in blue and a thin little pair of flat, white shoes. She smiled at the boxers and stepped into the shoes as she shook out the dress and, having draped it over her shoulders, began to button it down through, leaving the top three or four buttons undone, to leave her massive cleavage exposed, noticed Debbie. Debbie put another question to Toni, "are you ok with the video cam so that we can watch ourselves another time?" "Oh yes, I’ll catch all I can for you." Debbie took a deep breath and squeezed awkwardly into the boxing ring, her little leather mini skirt riding up her thick, brown thighs. Toni picked up the camera and caught her just as she straightened up. "There’s plenty of battery isn’t there?" she asked. Debbie nodded. Toni swung the camera round and filmed Sue’s entry into the pit of pain. It seemed that both boxers knew that the act of removing their leather skirts would mean no going back, that the boxing match was on. Simultaneously they popped the straining catches on their waistbands and, letting the heavy black leather slide down their meaty thighs, stepped out of their skirts and hung them carefully over the sagging top rope of the boxing ring. Toni’s eyes, and the video camera, passed from one baby bare crotch to the other. Again she could imagine her nose and mouth pushed into each vagina with the big brown thighs clamped round her ears. She was beginning to enjoy this much more than she’d imagined. Sue and Debbie were clearly up for it, they indicated that Toni should put the camera down for as long as it took her to get their gloves on for them. "Who’s first?" she asked. Debbie grabbed her light blue gloves and held them up to her cheek. Sue demurred. Toni unpicked the thin white laces and pushed one of the as yet unworn glove onto Debbie’s trembling hand. She groaned audibly and her whole body shook as Toni tightened the laces and formed a bow on the cuff of the little blue glove. She repeated the operation and wound the length of white surgical tape around Debbie’s wrist, over the laces, on both hands. Debbie looked like a dog with two tails. As soon as she was happy with the gloves, she whipped them up under her chin to adopt a classic boxer’s pose. Toni grinned and bent down for the video. "Just for the record," she grinned. The film would show Debbie’s short brown hair, her handsome face, broad shoulders and, of course, her enormous breasts curtaining her chest down to her belly button. Her bare feet were placed apart, her big brown thighs and bare, shaven mound already shiny with a sheen of excitement and fear. Her only adornment was the fire engine red varnish on her toenails. Toni put the camera down again to leave Debbie massaging her baggy breasts with the little blue gloves, her eyes were closed, it looked like she was miles away from this little barn and it’s makeshift boxing ring. Toni turned her attention go Susan. "They’ve both got fairly butch hair cuts," Toni smiled to herself as she reached Sue’s corner. Her bottle blonde hair was shorter than her lover’s. "Still it won’t get in their eyes," she thought. Sue too was eager to get her little yellow six ounce gloves on. Toni noticed her shuddering as she got her gloved up. She got some video of Sue as she laid her back on the rickety corner post, her yellow gloved hands clutching the top rope. Her massive, firm forty four inchers jutted from her chest, much less floppy than the thirty one year old Debbie. Her bare, pink labia glistened under the harsh overhead lighting. "Ready girls?" There was an immediate tension in the room, it was as if someone had reminded these two of what it was they were about to do to each other. Both swallowed hard and nodded. The timer was set for two minute rounds, they thought that the fight would last longer than if they went three minutes each round. Toni picked up the camera and punched the play button on the ancient cassette player. It whirred into life and a few seconds later produced a tinny ding, they were going to do it. They came out of their corners warily. The unfamiliar little pastel boxing gloves dangling at mid thigh. Toni unbuttoned a couple of the lower buttons on her uniform and took up station outside the ring, the little camera to her eye. She thought, quite rightly as it happened that Deb and Sue would want the very beginning of their first serious boxing match to be taped. First though they hugged and kissed full on, tit to tit, for several seconds. Toni almost wished she was in there with them. End of Part One (to be continued).