Mature Women's Sports Club IV Part One . By Smac Marcie takes on June in a brutal deciding boxing match. 18/12/2002 June and Marcia were almost friendly now, after their second boxing match which Marcia had won so decisively, knocking the defenceless June cold in the middle of the third round. Another full year had passed and it was time for their fight with their nipple rings in. Marcia had visited June at her home a week or so after their last scrap. June still had looked awful about the face, but seemed cheerful enough. She said that the club was rather impersonal for a more intimate kind of boxing match, she'd suggested Marcia might like to fight there, at her home, where she had set up a large exercise room. "It will have to be a weekend when Patrick's not around," she'd half joked, "he nearly had a heart attack when he saw me last week!" Marcia had said she could understand why. June had looked a sorry sight with the doctor bent over her on the blood stained canvas. It had been a good ten minutes before he and a crying Sue had managed to help her to her feet and out of the pit of pain that was a women's boxing ring. They had, this time, gone to the local hospital for her to be checked over but, apart from extensive bruising and a re-broken nose, she was pronounced well enough to go home. Patrick had nearly fainted when he'd answered the door bell. But here they were again, albeit in different surroundings. June had been twitchy all day, there in the huge house, by herself, she worried about the outcome of the fight, of course, but also that she'd missed something in the preparations and so on. She'd gone through everything over and over in her mind. The new four ounce gloves in mat white leather were in the respective corners on the new stools. The small ring looked brand new, with it's new canvas covering having been delivered just a few days previously. The four big stainless steel rings, for their nipples, also on the stools, the timer, towels, everything was ready. Marcia was first to arrive, eager and stunningly dressed in a leather jacket and skirt that must have had a four figure price tag on them in the shop. In it she looked elegant, rather than sluttish, attractive rather than sexy. The jacket was quite short and the thick, black skirt stopped just short of her brown knees. "Hi, nice to see you again." They hugged. Marcia stepped back to admire June, she was in a thin, white tennis dress and white trainers. "You look good," she said. "and fit," she thought. No sooner had Marcia sat down in the vast reception room, when the door bell rang again and the other three members of the group trooped in. Mike, looking sheepish, as usual, carried a holdall. Sue and Stella strutted their stuff in black leather mini skirts and heels. "This going to be different than fighting at the club," thought Mike to himself, there was a totally different atmosphere here and the women already seemed much less inhibited. As if to dot the I's and cross the t's, June lifted her foot up onto the arm of a nearby chair and began to pick at the laces of her trainers. From where he sat Mike could see a good deal of bare, brown thigh and even the tiny vee of June's tiny g string. There muffled thuds as all of the women divested themselves of their shoes. It would had made an old foot fetishist a very happy man. June disappeared and came back a minute or so later, she'd been to the kitchen and carried a large tray of iced drinks, which she set on a table. She'd been to the gym too and conspiratorially, gave Mike the four huge stainless steel rings that they would carry in their nipples, he popped them into his pocket for later. Mike grabbed an orange juice as much from nerves as thirst. He sat down on a hard backed chair eyeing the four women. June, perhaps from feeling more at home, started the ball rolling by having Sue unzip the back of her short little tennis dress. She eased it from her shoulders while the other three women watched, and let it drop to her feet. She stepped out of it daintily enough on her bare feet. Mike gasped. Around the areola of her big, brown breasts were sunburst decorations held in place by large pins driven through her long, rubbery teats. Barely covering her very cunt was a tiny scrap of already moist white silk in the form of a tiny g string. She did a twirl to make sure everyone got a good look at her breast decorations and big, bare bottom. Marcia actually clapped and Sue stood with her mouth open. June bent down to pick up her little white dress, the ornaments at the tips of her tits digging into her meaty thighs, leaving indentations in her brown skin when she straightened up, the sunbursts gleamed in the sunlight streaming in through the lard, open French windows. Stella took centre stage, so to speak. She pulled her top over her head to stand in her very short black leather mini skirt and a huge bra barely confining her forty four double dee's. She reached round behind her back, releasing the catch with a satisfying thud. She peeled the cups away from her heavy breasts and they settled low on her chest, the big rubbery, pink nipples almost on a line with her belly button. "You want me to leave my skirt on again?" she asked Marcia. "It's up to you," smiled Marcia. Quickly Stella spun the thick leather round so that she could unzip it. The heavy skirt rustled to the floor and she bent, folded it carefully and put it with her top and bra. She too did twirl, showing off her little white cotton g string. Mike was beginning to feel uncomfortable in his nether regions again. Marcia took off her leather jacket and gave it to Stella, who folded it expertly for her, beginning Marcia's own pile of clothing on the expensive looking carpet. Again her blouse was see through such that it was as if she were already topless. She unbuttoned it slowly, passed it to Stella and turned round to face the others. The gold rings through her long nipples each had a fairly substantial pear shaped weight attached to it, causing her teats to point down towards the floor. She too did a complete twirl and the weights on the end of her breasts swung, distorting her teats and areola as she did so. Mike groaned inwardly. Marcia knew the score. She sidled over to where Mike sat and pointed to the button and zip on the side of her very expensive leather skirt. Mike's fingers trembled as he struggled with the unfamiliar fastening. At last he was able to pull the zip down and Marcia stepped elegantly out of the skirt. She was naked beneath the thick, soft leather, she did another twirl and gave the skirt to Stella. Then she went over to stand side by side with her erstwhile opponent, June. Sue was the last of them to disrobe but by no means the least. Soon she was left in just the same black leather g string she'd seconded June in for the last fight. Her buttocks clenched when she remembered to good time she'd had when she'd been round to Marcia's to collect the string a few days after that scrap. Her tits equalled any of the others. Mike suddenly felt that all eyes were on him. It did seem only fair, but his erection felt really massive. "Let's see what you've got?" chanted Sue, who had not been involved in the pre fight gathering last time. Mike stood up and coloured up. Then he thought, "what the hell." Soon he stood in his underpants and socks, the front of his pants tented out by his raging hard on. Sue came over and stood in front of him. She put a thumb in each side of the pants, sliding them down Mike's thighs. "Oh my," she cried as his dick popped out level with her swelling belly. She engulfed his dick with her sweaty hand as Mike stepped quickly out of his pants and yanked his socks off. "Here try these on him," smiled Marcia. She fished in her flight bag and pulled out the very black gloves she'd worn to nail him in her apartment. Mike flinched when she tossed the black leathers at his bare feet. Sue pulled the gloves on awkwardly and began to stroke Mike's rampant dick with them. He drew away at first when she started to massage his balls but soon settled and even began to massage Sue's huge brown breasts with his bare hands. His cock began to buck violently. "Punch him in the balls if you want to stop him coming too quickly," cried Marcia, the voice of experience. Sue looked quizzical. "Here, let me." Marcia pulled the glove from Sue's right hand. She thrust her fist into the warm boxing glove. Mike closed his eyes, ready for the searing pain when the big woman uppercut him in the balls. He first felt Sue's gloved left hand holding his cock up, out of the way, then Marcia hit him. He breathed a sigh of relief, it had just been a token blow, he opened his eyes and saw Marcia smiling at him. "Again?" He nodded submissively. She whacked him again, much harder this time, but still nothing like before in her flat. She pulled the unlaced glove off and tossed it to Sue, who had to let go of Mike's cock to catch it. "Make him come now," cried Stella, massaging her breasts with one hand and the vee of her g string with the other. "Look, I don't want spunk all over my carpet," smiled June. She fell to her knees in front of Mike and expertly took almost the whole length of his rampant penis into her mouth. She grabbed his trembling hands and placed them on her great hanging breasts. Then Sue grabbed the root of his cock in her right boxing glove, wanking him furiously. He pulled on June's breast ornaments and squeezed her tits painfully hard. Suddenly he arched his back and began to come into June's waiting mouth. The other three women could see June's throat as she swallowed the whole load of spunk. She kept his cock in her mouth until he softened, draining every last drop from him. Finally, she let his saliva covered dick slip from her lips. She sat back on her haunches, watching the end of his cock, making sure she'd got it all out, and that it wouldn't drip onto her precious carpet. At last she stood. As did Mike albeit, shakily. "Right," announced June, "I'm ready for a scrap now." June, in her little white g string, looked round at the other four people in the room. Marcia was naked. Mike was naked. Stella was in her little white string. Sue wore her favourite black leather g string. She grabbed the flimsy front panel of her own string and tore it away from her bare shaven cunt. "Ok, let's go." One of the things she was looking forwards to was showing off her gym and the boxing ring she'd had set up there. "Bring your drinks if you like." Mike scrabbled among his clothes to retrieve the four hefty steel rings that June had slipped him earlier. There were several gasps when she opened the door to the gym with a flourish. There was a vast expanse of parquet flooring, just as there should be. Various pieces of weight training equipment was carefully stacked away in one corner, everything had a new smell about it, none of the stale sweat usually associated with a gym. Huge French windows gave out onto a vast lawn, making the room seem bright and airy. In the centre of the room was the boxing ring. There were four ring posts, three roped squares and padding covered with white sheeting over the wooden floor. The covering was thick, white cotton. The only other adornments to the boxing ring itself where two tiny pairs of white boxing gloves, one draped over the ropes in each diagonally opposite corner post. Mike was left outside the ring when the four women had clambered in. All the bare flesh on show made him rock hard yet again. He grabbed a little stool and sat down, his nose almost touching the ring ropes, clutching the four steel teat rings in his sweaty palm. There were no stools in the ring, nothing in it at all in fact, except the tiny white four ounce gloves. Marcia, already naked, apart from her weighted nipple rings, was nearest to him, attended by Stella in her white cotton g string. "Just rings and gloves," thought Marcia, her guts knotting up. June knew her hands were shaking too much to see to her nipple rings, she presumed Marcia would be in the same position. "Who's going to do the honours?" she smiled. Stella leapt forward. June sighed, "she's going to be none too gentle, especially with me." Stella grabbed all four rings from the sheepish Mike and squeezed in through the taut ring ropes, her huge, floppy breasts abraded by the rough sisal. June stood stoically, her back leant against the corner post, her strong hands clinging onto the ropes at thigh level. Stella strode purposely over to her corner, she bent, placing two of the enormous rings on the bare canvas. June flinched as Stella grabbed her huge left breast in both hands, she smiled weakly at Stella. Stella unclicked one of the rings and the cold metal of the straight catch glinted in the strong sunlight. June swallowed hard. Stella snatched at June's rubbery teat and pulled sharply. Then she thrust the metal into June's piercing, twisting as she did so. June's knuckles showed white, her mouth contorted but she didn't make a sound. Stella continued to push and twist. The flesh of June's nipple began to tent but at last the chunky metal protruded far enough for Stella to snap the huge ring closed. June sighed. Stella, more confident now, was even rougher with June's right nipple. By the time she'd finished it looked red and sore. "Just the gloves now," June sighed. At least this was normally a pleasurable experience for her. Stella dipped down to pick up the other rings and headed off for Marcia's corner. It was Sue's turn to come to her corner, in her little black leather g and carrying the tiny, white four ouncers. She put one of the little gloves between her trembling knees and June held out her equally tremulous left hand. June sighed deeply as Sue pushed the little boxing glove onto her hand. Her neck and face flushed red, her whole, brown body trembled as Sue continued to lace the boxing glove up. She retrieved the other glove from between her sticky knees and again June coloured up as it went onto her right hand. Finally Sue bound the cuffs with surgical tape and stood back to admire her handiwork. June's short, black hair was neat and functional. Her, rather round, face still flushed, her great breasts still quivering slightly. She still held her beloved ring ropes, now with her gloved hands. Her flat downy belly ended with her clean shaven open pettaled cunt lips already glistening with excitement. Her sturdy, brown thighs, down to her gaily painted crimson adorned toe nails. She watched Marcia simultaneously being ringed and gloved up by the doting Sue and Stella. When they'd finished they both stood back to admire Marcia. She was an Amazon and no mistake. Even June could appreciate the sixty one year old's body. Her salt and pepper hair mushroomed from the top of her head. Though quite long and feminine, it was, by a soft scrunchy, held up and away from her handsome face. She had the classic body builder's shoulders and upper arms. Her heavy, be-ringed breasts jutted out to their full forty two inches. She too looked rather damp between the legs as she stood under the gaze of her two admirers. At last Sue climbed, rather reluctantly it seemed, out of the ring to join the ogling Mike at ringside. Stella too seemed to want to linger in Marcia's corner but she finally clambered out to stand outside the ring by Marcia's corner. Sue had the automatic timer on a stool beside her chair. Her shaky finger hovered over the button to start the brutality. The two boxers tacitly made to move to the ring centre. Here they hugged in a breast to breast embrace, their white boxing gloves around each other's back, to kiss deeply. Then they stood back, briefly touching gloves, and gave Sue the nod. She jammed the button down and ten seconds later the buzzer sounded the start of round one and of the unusual boxing match. As they danced around, each looking for an opening it was obvious from the way the big steel rings reacted that this was to be no ordinary boxing match. The heavy rings dragged their teats around as their movement causing their massive breasts to move around their chests. Even to the extent of distorting the front part of their large breasts and seemingly even effecting, if only slightly, their very balance. It was several seconds before the first blow was struck with the new white four ounce gloves. Marcia collected a right jab in her mouth from June. Her lips stung, "this must be how bare knuckles feel," she thought, "there's hardly any padding on these little gloves." June got through her guard again as she pondered the lightness of the gloves they were wearing. A red mark appeared on her forehead, where the small glove had impacted. "Ouch," thought Marcia. But, like the fighter she was, she hunched her shoulders and came up on her bare toes. They swapped snappy jabs for the remainder of the first round. When the buzzer sounded they headed for their respective corners each, no doubt, questioning their agreeing to use the cruel little four ounce boxing gloves on one another. "No tit punches so far," Mike noted, half disappointed. But he and everyone else knew that when they did start on each other's chests, it would not be pretty. The two fighters stood in their corners each with crimson marks about their faces. Their almost naked seconds worked quietly around them doing nothing really but looking busy just the same, glad to be in with their boxer. Stella lovingly sponged Marcia's enormous tits, lingering over the task and handling them as much as she could in the process, only avoiding the huge rings through each of Marcia's long teats. Marcia's eyes closed as her doting second openly worshipped her bosom. Sue in June's corner was much more business like, cooling her boxer down with the sponge and towel. All too soon the ten second buzzer went and the two g string clad seconds dived out of the boxing ring leaving just the two boxers, June and Marcia. They kissed again, rather than touch gloves. The next thing to touch June's lips though was Marcia's right glove. June could feel her lips swelling straight away. These gloves were lethal. She shuddered, remembering the injuries she'd sustained in her last scrap with Marcia, and their teats weren't ringed then. This was shaping up to be even more painful for her. She snapped out of it in time to jink away from another big right. Her tits sloshing across her chest, the huge, heavy steel rings jerking her dark nipples around alarmingly. She became very conscious of the effect of the weights in her nipples. Marcia too must have been drawn to the sight of June's open breasts as she stood, slightly off balance having successfully dodged the last of Marcia's punches. Marcia fired her right fist into the very centre of June's already distorted left breast. June actually squeaked with pain and alarm. Even without the big rings in that would have been one hell of a punch in the tit. The ring was forced back into her titflesh, leaving a clear imprint near her saucer like aureole. For the first time in a boxing ring, she felt frightened. Now the genie was out of the bottle. A turning point had been reached. Marcia hadn't consciously thought about delivering the first tit punch, she'd just followed her instinct as a boxer and the opportunity presented by June's open chest. The two boxers hadn't openly discussed or even hinted at the matter, but the implication of boxing with the stainless steel rings in was fairly obvious, even more now to June. Teats were going to be all but ripped off if and when these rings came out during the boxing. June covered her front instinctively and poked out her right fist to try to keep Marcia at bay. The stinging punch found her mouth again and the eyes clouded with involuntary tears. She too felt some concern about the teat rings and the tiny four ounce gloves they were fighting in. "We must be crazy," she thought as the buzzer signalled the end of the second round of boxing. The two sombre boxers turned for their corners, June looking down at her left tit. It felt as if the ring had already been torn out. But no, it was still there, her breast showed no sign of any real injury, just a slight reddening of the actual pierced hole through her rubbery teat. The buzzer sounded. The two big women eased their sweaty backs off the corner posts and stoically padded out towards each other. Again they kissed but there were no smiles. They whipped the little white gloves up straight away to cover their face and chests as best they could. Mike watched intently, he was massively aroused again, two near naked women sitting near him overtly fondling each other and two women in the boxing ring before his eyes ready to punch one another for a further three minutes of boxing. End of Part One (to be continued).