Mature Women's Sports Club III
By Smac
Marcie takes on June in a brutal return boxing match.  14/12/2002

In fact it was nearly a year before June and Marcia got round to even mentioning 
their return boxing bout.  The two broken noses hadn't helped, June's 
particularly caused her more than a few problems and even needed a minor 
operation, before it began to heal properly.  Even after their sporting, but 
brutal fist fight, they were still hardly friends, they certainly respected one 
another.  
Even some of the other club members' hostility towards June had lessened.  After 
agreeing in principle to box a fortnight's hence they decided that the rules, 
such as they were, for the first fight had suited them both so no changes were 
proposed.  They'd box naked, in six ounce gloves, both pairs white this time 
because June had secretly wanted to wear the white ones the first time, but had 
ended up in black.  They'd box three minute rounds until one woman was knocked 
out or, much less likely, one of them decided that they couldn't continue the 
fight.  Again there'd be no referee.  June said that she'd decided not to 
mention the upcoming scrap to her partner, Patrick, so Sue would be her second 
from the outset of hostilities.  Stella would again second Marcia and she was 
also thinking of asking Mike along in case she was fit for a good screwing after 
the fight, which in view of the state of her after last time, seemed highly 
unlikely.  But, Marcia hadn't wasted the last eight or nine months since her 
nose calloused over and the swelling of her tits subsided, she'd dropped much of 
her body building regime in favour of work outs under supervision in as nearby 
boxing gym.  One of which she was sure June had no knowledge of or business 
with.  She'd actually lost weight, mostly in her upper body and thighs but her 
bra cup size had actually increased.  In all she was quite pleased with the 
added bonuses.  June was always in training so there was no change for her even 
as the two weeks began to be eaten into.  There was nothing either to arouse 
Patrick's suspicions.  Marcia decided to invite Mike to the fight and to her 
dressing room before and after, you never know!
Saturday evening arrived at last.  Marcia glanced in the hall mirror as she 
grabbed her flight bag.  Her strong legs encased in a superbly cut pair of black 
leather jeans, it looked as if she'd been poured into them.  They'd taken her 
ages to get on and, of course, she was stark naked under the leather, it clung 
to her skin very sensuously.  On top she ware a sheer, white silk blouse tied 
just under her jutting bosom.  It was as good as she was already topless.  On 
her feet she wore black leather slip ons, as usual her hair was, for the moment, 
piled up. 
Stella had agreed to drive her to and from the fight as she'd been more or less 
stranded last time, being in no fit state to drive herself anywhere after coming 
round on the blood spattered canvas at June's gory feet.  She was at the front 
door before Stella could ring the doorbell.
"Hi," smiled Stella, "all ready?"
As they drove along Marcia took many sideways glances at Stella as the redhead 
concentrated on the road.  She too wore a see through white blouse, her big, 
brown nipples almost in the lap of her indecently short and tight black leather 
skirt.  Her legs were encased to just above the knee in long black leather 
boots.  In all she looked stunning.
"I think we'll have her keep those boots and that skirt on while she seconds 
me," thought Marcia, "she can just lose her top."
Stella opened the changing room door.  It was stuffy and smelt strongly of 
sweat.  She wrinkled her nose, but soon got used to it.  
"My it's hot in here," gasped Marcia.  
She plonked her bag down and went for the knot under her shelf like bosom.
Before she could untie the bow there was a timid knock at the changing room 
door.
Stella let an embarrassed looking Mike in.
"Hi Marc, you see I got your phonemail."
Marcia gave a fleeting smile as she eased the front of her flimsy blouse open.
Stella and Mike gasped when she peeled the gossamer from her big brown tits.  
Their increase in size was all too obvious.
"Christ," mumbled Mike his face flushed.  
Marcia eased her slip on shoes off, the thin, black leather taut across her bum, 
her vast breasts being ground into her shiny, leather clad thighs.  She stood 
again, fists on her leather hips, all she wore were the leather trousers and the 
large, gold rings through her long nipples.
"You hard yet Mike?" 
He didn't reply.
She sidled over to him, it was obvious from the huge bulge in his joggers that 
he was indeed massive.  
Marcia glanced at Stella and she began on the buttons of her little blouse.  
Another really huge pair of tits on show.  
Mike stood with his mouth open, "you two are going to be the death of me," he 
thought.  
Marcia sank to her leather knees, not losing eye contact with him.
Stella came round behind him, grinding her sack like tits into his back.  Then 
she gently pulled his joggers to his ankles and Marcia pulled the elastic 
waistband of his pants away from his tummy.  His erect member stood to 
attention.  
Marcia bent her head forwards and kissed his purple helmet.
Mike groaned.
Stella lifted his tee shirt up and continued to massage his back with her tits, 
whilst tugging and squeezing on his nipples.  
Marcia opened her generous mouth wide and engulfed most of Mike's rampant cock.
No one saw the door handle turn.
The thin door opened noiselessly and into the room stepped June.
"Not interrupting anything am I?" she said with a huge grin on her face.  She 
was barefoot and in the same towelling robe she'd worn before their last fight.
Marcia let Mike's saliva covered cock slip from her lips.  To say he looked 
disappointed would be a vast understatement.  
From her strong fingers dangled June's brand new white six ounce boxing gloves.
"I bought these especially for tonight, how would you like to lace them on for 
me Marcia?"
The significance was obvious to all.
June wanted Marcia to glove her up so that she could knock her unconscious, just 
like last time.
Marcia stayed on her knees and took the little boxing gloves from June.
"They're lovely," she said, turning them over in her trembling hands.
Jane thrust her hands out imploringly "I can't wait to get them on."
Putting one of the white gloves on the floor, Marcia managed to wriggle June's 
strong left hand into the other.  She lovingly tied the laces very tightly and 
Stella did the honours with the surgical tape round the cuffs, over the laces.
"There," said Marcia, "now the other one."
With both little balls of white leather on, June punched her palms a few times 
to pack her hands in tight.
The dull thud the boxing gloves made reminded Marcia what the six ounces of 
leather felt like in her face and particularly, her tits.  
"There's more tit to hit now as well," she thought blackly, looking down at her 
jutting, beringed breasts.
June picked up on what Marcia was looking at and probably thinking about, her 
vulnerable breasts.
"I've got a surprise for you," she whispered.
She motioned Stella to undo her belt, she couldn't do it because of the little 
white gloves.  The front of the gown fell open.  Through each of June's long, 
rubbery teats was a gold ring at least twenty millimetres in diameter, about the 
same as Marcia carried in her nipples.  
June conspiratorially closed the front of her gown together with her gloved left 
hand.  
Mike's dick was twitching in front of Marcia's face.
June grabbed it awkwardly with her right glove and guided it towards Marcia's 
waiting mouth.
"Don't let me stop you," she smiled.
She went round behind Marcia and began to massage her vast tits with her boxing 
gloved hands.  
Marcia sighed and squeaked too when June gave her nipple rings some attention.
Mike had been aroused for so long that the combination of Marcia's gentle 
sucking, the wanking effect of her lips on his cock and Stella's stimulation of 
him from behind soon saw him red faced and panting.  A few seconds more and he 
clearly exploded into Marcia's willing mouth.  
Her lips were still sealed around his shaft and Stella could see that she wasn't 
obviously swallowing.
Mike slowly began to subside and Marcia slowly let his softening cock slide from 
her lips.  She opened her mouth slowly, her eyes locked onto Mike's.  Her mouth 
was full of his spunk.  She stood and turned to face June.  June put her hands 
on Marcia's shoulders and pulled her to her, their huge, ringed breasts grinding 
into one another's.  They kissed deeply and Marcia passed half of her precious 
mouthful to June.  The both swallowed and briefly kissed again.
Mike stood up with a sigh and Stella pulled his face into her deep cleavage.
"Come on you two, we'll be here all night at this rate!" smiled Marcia.
Mike sheepishly pulled his pants and joggers back up round his waist.
Stella smoothed her tiny leather skirt down and reached for the little silken 
jacket Marcia had brought for her to wear to the ring.

All heads turned towards the changing room door as the five people entered the 
gym.  Four women and one man, two of the women in the beautiful silk, two in 
rough towelling robes.  Marcia in silk and June in the awful, thick towelling 
held hands, though June actually already had her little white six ounce gloves 
firmly laced onto her fists.
The man plonked himself down in one of the few vacant seats, right beside the 
small boxing ring.
As the four women neared the boxing ring they split into two, silk and 
towelling, Marcia and Stella, June and Sue.
Stella was first to actually climb into the ring.  Her silk robe kept her top 
modest but there was a good deal of thigh and panties on show as she clambered 
into the pit of pain, wearing her awkward, over the knee, boots, Marcia's little 
white boxing gloves dangled from her fingers.
The two boxers climbed in next, maybe because of their being barefoot, they 
seemed more elegant than Stella.  Then it was Sue's turn, her ridiculously high 
heels made her teeter on the brink of imminent collapse, but at last she stood 
in Janet's corner.  As if choreographed, all the gowns came off at once.  There 
was an audible intake of breath in the hall.  Stella was left in her little 
leather skirt and the high boots.  The two fighters were, of course, stark 
naked; apart from June having her gloves on.  Both women still sported the 
massive gold rings through their erect nipples.
Sue looked stunning in a little black leather g string and nothing else except 
her teetering black high heels.  Once in the ring Marcia seemed keen to get into 
her boxing gloves so Stella began to glove up her eager boxer.  Once the little 
gloves were laced on and taped, she copied June's trick of packing her fists 
ever more tightly into the small balls of white leather.  She caught June's eyes 
as she focussed on the dull thudding sound coming from Marcia's corner.
Once Marcia was happy with her gloves Stella said, "right let's get these rings 
out and then you'll be ready to box."
She grabbed Marcia's massive left tit and began to unthread the ring.  In the 
opposite corner June reluctantly agreed for Sue to set about her own nipple 
rings.  One the rings were out and handed to Mike for safe keeping, the two 
boxers approached the centre of the ring.
"If there's a next time," whispered June, "I should like to keep my rings in."
Marcia nodded slowly and brushed her thrusting right nipple with her left boxing 
glove, she felt a warm glow between her legs at the prospect of boxing in such 
small gloves with her large nipple rings left in.  She'd already decided, that 
if June beat her again today, she'd not box her again, so she had to win this 
one for them to meet again and with their rings in for the actual fight.
There was no introduction, someone must had started the timer off and there was 
the ten seconds warning for the start of the first round.  
The two seconds quit the ring, Sue decided at last, to kick off her heels and 
sat barefoot, next to Mike, whose gaze switched between the two women in the 
middle of the ring and Sue's vast chest.
Marcia was brought forcibly back to the present with a crisp smack in the mouth 
from June's right fist.  The single blow brought back ALL of the pain and 
humiliation she'd suffered at the hands of June just a year ago.  Her lips 
already felt thick and awkward.  Before, she may have flown at June, trying for 
a quick pay back, but a year's boxing training told her to keep her footwork 
going, her guard up and wait for the right opportunity.  June tried a big right 
haymaker next, which missed Marcia's chin by a country mile, it left June wide 
open though and Marcia powered her right glove into the middle of June's face.  
June even stumbled slightly, but it could have been because her wild swing had 
thrown her off balance.  She sniffed and pawed at her nose.  All her sniffing 
and swallowing was to no avail, blood began to trickle from both her nostrils. 
Sue, in her corner, peered forwards into the boxing ring, she couldn't believe 
her eyes, one punch into the fight and her boxer was already bleeding.  It 
didn't bode well for the dark haired woman.  She too had been a boxer for too 
long now and knew what her strategy must be against this new, improved Marcia.  
She had to go all out for a knockout herself before she was left unconscious on 
the canvas.  Her stomach knotted up at this stark conclusion but she also felt a 
glow of anticipation of the next few, tough rounds.  Marcia sensed a change too 
as the normally flat footed June came up onto her toes, she knew she needed to 
be calm and careful.  Sure enough June feigned with her left and let go a huge 
right cross that would have done Marcia serious damage if she hadn't ducked, 
letting the scything fist pass over her bowed head.  From her crouch Marcia 
fired a beautiful straight right into June's belly, just above her bare, 
glistening crack.  She felt she was being crucified.
Two punches she'd taken and she was in pain and trouble.  Her legs seem to have 
seized up and blood was already dripping into her deep cleavage.  She stood 
there, gloves high to protect her face from Marcia's leathers.  Marcia crushed 
her left breast with a swingeing straight right.  June keened in pain.  Sue sank 
back, away from the cornerpost.  Things were not looking good for her fighter.  
Ever stoic, June managed to get herself moving again.  She'd been hurt in the 
ring before, this was nothing new to her, but still, it had been a long time 
since she'd felt that dread, yet excited feeling that she was in for a 
thrashing.  Marcia still stalked her round the ring, picking her punches as 
she'd been trained to do.  It looked pretty to Stella, grim to Sue.  Stella sat 
on her own near Marcia's corner, she had a towel draped over her middle again, 
but was obviously finding her little leather mini skirt an obstacle.  Mike 
didn't see way she was being so coy, many of the women in the hall were openly 
frigging themselves or their neighbours even.  In the ring itself Marcia 
continued to tag June until the buzzer.  Only the end of round one and June 
went, thankfully, but slowly to her stool.  She was hurting, her face, her left 
tit and even between her legs.  Sue jumped into the ring with the magic sponge 
and June gratefully grabbed it with both gloved hands, awkwardly pressing it up 
between her splayed, barrel thighs.  She sighed.  
"I can't remember the last time I was punched there," she explained to Sue.
Sue looked down at her own puffy pudenda, beneath the soggy black leather and 
tried to imagine six ounces of damp leather impacting there, her pelvis 
tightened involuntarily and the vee of her leather g string became that little 
bit more moist.  June eased the sponge from between her legs and handed it back 
to Sue.  She went to sponge some of the blood from the upper slopes of June's 
vast bosom.  
"Leave that if you like," said June, with a weak smile, "try it on the back of 
my neck, could you?"
She bent her head forward towards Sue's hanging breasts and the blonde gently 
sponged her down.  
June sighed again and wriggled her bare bum on the white, plastic stool top.  
All too soon the buzzer sounded for round two.  Stoically June got to her feet.  
A smiling Marcia opposite received a pat on the bottom from her doting second as 
she danced forwards, gloves at the hip, her sack like tits sloshing around on 
her chest like two water filled balloons.  June watched the big woman heading 
for her, she focussed on all that tit flesh, imagining the damage she could do, 
if only she could stop Marcia hitting her so often and so hard.  No sooner had 
this thought flashed through her mind than Marcia's right fist impacted on her 
poor nose and mouth.  Blood began to drip incessantly.  She couldn't believe 
what was happening to her.  Marcia raised her, now blood smudged, gloves again, 
flicking out her left lead like a piston.  She was clearly enjoying this just 
as, in her more perverse way, was June.  Marcia, still picking her punches, 
uppercut June in the tummy and June snorted a huge wad of blood and snot down 
over her heaving chest.  Just a few minutes into the fight and she looked a 
right mess.  Marcia slammed her right fist into the lumps of gore on June's 
bosom, it spattered over both women and left Marcia's right boxing glove a soggy 
mess.  
"Christ this is primitive," thought Mike.
He looked up at Marcia.  She looked so dominant and in control and so bare and 
blood spattered, so big and bosomy.  For a moment he imagined himself in that 
ring with her instead of the hurting June.  It was then that her became all too 
aware of his aching penis again and he actually framed the idea of maybe asking 
Marcia to put the gloves on with him sometime.  In the ring June had managed to 
land a few fairly ineffectual blows into Marcia's face and breasts, but had 
taken several, much harder hits in the same quarter.  At the end of round two 
she returned to her corner bruised and bloody.  The only blood Marcia had on her 
was June's.  Stella plied the sponge and she was glad to get the mostly snot, 
off of her proud tits.  Stella rinsed the sponge, turning the clean water in her 
bowl and dull pink.  In her corner June eschewed the sponge content, seemingly, 
to sit covered in blood and snot down to her belly button.  
"You're in a state," groaned Sue.
"Yes," replied June grimly, "it's just a matter of time, I think."
"I hope, for your sake, it's not too much longer," thought Sue.
She felt she should be doing something for her hurting boxer but June just sat 
there, her head back on the corner padding, both her little boxing gloves 
gripped between her thick, sweaty thighs.  When she stood at the buzzer for the 
third round, Sue noticed a large gob of pinkish goo on top of the white stool.  
"My god, she's coming all the time as well by the look of it."
June whimpered when Marcia caught her with the first blistering punch of round 
three.  Mike was on the verge of coming in his pants as the black haired boxer 
sank to her knees, the impressive Marcia stood over her, her gloves bunched on her mighty 
hips.  June looked up at her with flat, vacant eyes.  Everyone there thought, 
"the end is nigh."
The punch had been a cruel right uppercut again only inches above June's 
streaming gash.  Her legs had just given way and she'd dropped straight down 
onto her knees, useless gloves in her lap, those parts of her face not bloodied 
were grey with pain.  It was up to her now, stay on her knees, humiliated, or 
rise and face Marcia's leather clad fists.  Bravely she chose the latter option 
and Marcia began to pepper her adversary's face with both hands.  It had to be 
done.  A beautiful right cross to the hook of June's jaw sent droplets and gouts 
of blood over the ringside audience and June crashing to the messy canvas.  She 
wasn't going to be getting up for a while.  The worried looking club doctor 
headed for the ring, oxygen cylinder in tow.  
Marcia danced back to her corner, her sodden gloves in the air.  She quickly got 
Stella to sponge off June's blood that she had accumulated down her front during 
the brief round of boxing.  Stella looked at Marcia's gloves with a view to 
polishing them up, but thought better of it, they were saturated with June's 
face blood.
Marcia called Mike to her corner and, while Stella fiddled to get the huge rings 
threaded back through her teats, she told him to go and wait in the car.  
"I'll only be a few minutes here, then I want you to fuck my brains out."
Mike stopped off at her dressing room and picked up two new pairs of black six 
ounce boxing gloves.  Maybe tonight would be a good time to ask her about 
sparring with him?