The Long Count
By
Ablipp & Lindstrj
Originally published in Yahoo’s Erotic Boxing Club
Annual Story Competition 2000
Honorable Mention
They met quietly that night; determined to leave a painful past of near misses and heartbreak behind. He knew he had hurt her deeply by not believing in her or himself and he was not feeling great about hurting the one woman who cared for him so much. She, on the other hand, had the upper hand and wanted to show him that she really did care. This time, however, it would be on her terms and in her own way. As soon as he saw those stunning green eyes, his admiration of her turned to obsession; he had to have her. Working her plan like a musician plays their instrument, she seduced him by attacking his lips with determined kisses. They came together like powerful magnets anticipating the battle that was to come. It was inevitable that they would meet like this. One beautiful, long and passionate kiss - they both needed this
moment.
She whispered into his ear, “No matter what happens in the ring, I’ll always want you and love
you and I demand the same from you after this fight.”
He took her face into his hands; feeling the moment as his body tingled at every nerve-ending.
“I’m so sorry for doubting your love.”
She just held him tight, knowing he would have to earn her love tonight in an erotic boxing match.
She had a special surprise for him: She had arranged, thru her karate instructor, to get access to
a boxing ring in a private gym late at night. There would be no one there except for them. They drove over to the private gym eagerly awaiting their highly charged sexual confrontation. As he drove, she put her hand on his thigh and moved it toward his already wet, pulsating cock. She rubbed both his thighs and his cock knowing that she would own it before the day was out.
Feeling uneasy and helpless to retaliate, he mumbled “Oooooo, you’ll pay for this dearly,
honey!”
“I’m hoping I will...if you’re man enough”, she purred back to him, enjoying the power she
had over him at that moment.
They arrived at the dark gym none too soon. Her planned massage of him in the car was
wearing down his defenses. They kissed when the car stopped; He giving her all of his tongue in a heart-felt melding of bodies before the main event.
They grabbed their workout bags and headed, hand in hand, inside the gym. She turned on the
lights and they were delighted and turned on by what they saw: a beautiful, well worn boxing ring complete with ropes and stools. She went to turn on the air conditioning but he said no - he wanted them to sweat hard during this fight. They retreated to the dressing rooms to change for the fight. When they returned, he was stone hard at what he saw: she entered the ring wearing black and white TKO 16 ounce boxing gloves and a silk robe; nothing else. Her solid breasts bounced effortlessly to the beat of her stride. Her powerful thighs rippled slightly and her arms were solid and ready to deliver many punches tonight.
‘MMMMMMMM.....She is everything I knew she was and more’, he thought.
She posed before him and innocently remarked “Did I surprise you going nude?”
Dry mouthed and eager to work her over and have her work her magic, he exclaimed: “Everything about you blows me away. I want you so bad right now!”
She was wet and eager to make him earn her. She caught herself licking her lips when she gaped at his manhood: it was protruding through his silk robe. There bobbing at her was the cock she yearned to have and the tight solid balls she dreamed of having in her mouth. This was not a time to lose concentration: it was the time to take him hard and show him what a woman can do to a man in the ring.
He was wearing TKO 16 ounce Boxing gloves too: they glistened from the coating of Vaseline
he had put on them.
They met in the middle of the ring. He rested his cock head on her abdomen. They embraced and kissed deeply; pressing against each other body to body. They knew they had to earn each other’s love by fighting an intense, erotic battle...this was a match they would never forget!
The rules were simple: without a referee, they had agreed to keep boxing until there was a
clear winner. This was to be a one-stop fight. If there was a knock-down, both agreed to give each other the chance to recover with a 10-count. Beyond that, it was a question of survival....with the winner allowed to use the loser in any way seen fit.
She moved back and slowly, her gloves came up...one high by her right cheekbone...the other came down a bit lower, hovering by her jaw. The look in her eyes was still one of intense desire, but now there was a new element there....now she was all business, too.
She began circling to his left, and he turned slowly, tracking on her. Yes, she knew what she was doing. He had wondered about how good she might be....and now he was starting to find out. Clearly her experience included more than Karate.
His own guard up, he sidestepped to throw the first punch....and was greeted with a left glove that came streaking out of nowhere. God, she was fast! The leather barely grazed his nose as he jerked his head back and to the right, then took a quick step backward, blinking.
She smiled above her left glove, which had returned to hover before her chin....not only quick on the draw, but prepared for the retaliation. He grinned and she smiled back - oh, she was good....VERY good.
She circled left, then quick-stepped back to the right and she did, after all, land the first punch...but it wasn’t the left jab he had anticipated as his guard came up before his face. He expected to feel her glove slam against his own and push his gloves into his face, but instead a heavy leather bomb pounded into his stomach, and he hadn’t been ready. His own gloves had blocked his view, she had feinted the left, and then switched to the right while his sight was obscured.
His mouth fell open and for an instant time stood still. Mainly, all he could focus on was the explosion of deep, sickening pain that radiated outward from his solar plexus. His next thought was that he hadn’t been hit this hard since he’d fought that smartass kid a couple years ago, and had lost badly. His third thought was that he really ought to start moving before -
WHAM!!!
He’d SEEN stars before, of course, but it surprised him that she should reacquaint him with
them so early in the fight. The ring had taken a quick half-spin and he found himself facing the ropes, which he instinctively reached out and grabbed with his gloves to steady himself - and began moving sideways to his right immediately, in time to see a black right glove go whizzing through the space his head had occupied just a moment ago. At least he hadn’t lost his bearings - not yet, anyway.
She was still stalking him, but she seemed hesitant, confirming his belief that she wasn’t really out to kill him, even if it FELT that way. He still felt ill from the bomb he’d taken in the belly and that mulekick to the side of his face had him throbbing on that side. He turned to face her again as she moved in and snapped out a quick left jab that smacked her on her cheek and a right that wound over her own left and would have knocked HER head spinning if she hadn’t anticipated it and jerked her own head to the right to absorb the impact. It got her to back off, though, which was what he’d wanted. He needed a few extra seconds to recover.
His eyes kept going to her beautiful breasts, and he noted that the nipples were hard and very
erect, now. Her breathing was heavier and so was his own...and she was magnificent. She saw where he was looking and smiled a little, doing a little ‘looking’ of her own, before moving in on him again.
He blocked her left, then blocked her right as well, and fired a left of his own into her side, pulling a gasp from her. Her elbow came in on that side to cover and her left snapped out to punish his gut again, but this time he was tight and the glove bounced off hardened muscle. Time to collect for that first fake-out: his left snapped out again, straight for her nose - she blinked and her gloves snapped up to block - and his right lashed out and smacked into HER belly at the navel, the force driving deep into her stomach and making those lovely breasts quiver.
“UUUHHHH!” Her eyes closed for a moment and she grimaced. He knew full well what kind of pain she was experiencing, having had a share of it himself not long ago. She was bending forward, and he didn’t cut her an inch of slack: he was inside her arms immediately and his gloves were pumping punches up into her stomach hard and fast. She was backpedaling, hanging onto his shoulders to keep on her feet as he bulled her back against the ropes...
WHUMP! “HUUUHHH!” THUD! “UUUHH!” THUMP! “UUHHUUHH!”
She slammed her left into his cheek, her right into his ribs, and her left came down and hooked into his liver - the pain was intense, but so was his arousal at suddenly being locked in a brawl with her.
He’d carried the fight to guys like this before and the majority of them would have covered-up and tried to weather-through the attack, but here SHE was taking a chance on leaving herself open and retaliating, giving him back as good as he was giving her, without even trying to clinch....and he felt a flash of admiration for her.
He stopped the barrage for an instant, and she paused for a moment, looked into his eyes, and
her left glove came up and gently caressed his cheek.... He smiled...and her eyes changed. He knew her well enough, by this point, to go on guard again...and just in time. Her left came up to hook to the jaw, but was blocked by his right glove, her right came in and pounded dead center into his stomach, and the left came back down to slam into his side. She put her gloves on his shoulders and pushed hard, knocking him back a step, giving her space to sidestep out away from the ropes, to start circling him again. Evidently she had recovered.
She moved toward him, breasts bouncing, hooked a left to his chest right over his heart, stunning him for a moment - a moment she used not to punch him elsewhere, but to lean against him, pushing her breasts against his chest while she looked into his eyes....eyes which widened when he felt her right glove, below his sight, go to his cock and grip it firmly for a moment. Then, just as suddenly, she pushed back off him, brought up her guard, and lunged at him, throwing a left right-left-right combination to his stomach that started that deep pain in his belly again...and brought a new hardness to his cock that she noticed as she backed up a step.
He was winded, but that didn’t matter - she was electrifying. She bounced lightly on the balls of her feet, back and forth, waiting for him - breasts bouncing and swaying hypnotically, and pounded her gloves together.
“C’mon,” she said, “no taking a break!” Her belly muscles snapped in taut definition as she breathed deeply, her breasts now rising as her chest filled with air. He growled and pushed himself off the ropes at her, gloves up.
She grinned at his mock anger, knowing full-well that he was still her opponent. His left shot out at her and she pushed it aside effortlessly with one glove, torqued her gleaming body elegantly to the left with a twist of the waist and hooked her right glove up and in, deep into the pit of his stomach.
“UUURRRRRGGGHH!” This one was BAD. He felt himself folding forward over the punch in spite of himself, the pain so intense that for a moment he almost felt like he was going to pass out. He felt himself going fuzzy again, and tried to back up and cover, but SHE was going inside on HIM, now...and she knew too much...
Her gloves became a blur of black leather pounding repeatedly into his stomach, and now HE was holding on. She worked inside to his body viciously, and before he knew it, HE was backed up to the ropes and had his arms around HER just to try to keep his feet under him. She was grunting as she slammed each punch home, too, so both of their grunts set up a counterpoint to the smacking and pounding of her gloves as they hammered him in the stomach.
He hadn’t told her that taking it in the belly got him hot: she’d figured it out, pretty quickly too, by just throwing some punches and making an observation or two. That was all it had taken and now he was in serious trouble: not only had she found his ‘sweet spot,’ but she had those gorgeous breasts right under his nose, and her beautiful body, glistening with the sweat of her effort and the Vaseline she’d put on her, was flexing and twisting before him in ways that he couldn’t resist. Her pumping arms flexed her shoulders with stunning definition, and her felt her breath hot on his chest.
It was a brawl, now, and he gave himself over to it. He began to trade inside punches with her, his own head coming down beside hers, and both of them traded crippling punches to the stomach. He tried to come up with a hook to her jaw, but she covered and then dropped that same glove like lightning and slammed it into his gut, then the left, then the right, then the left again....
He felt her gasps of breath by his ear, felt her hair soft on his own shoulder...felt the muscles of her arms flexing as they tangled with his own occasionally, only to jerk free in frustration to punch again.
His own grunts were coming out of him as fast and painfully as they issued from her, and, though the first minute or two was a blurred flurry of reckless punching and hammering at each other’s body, they began to slow and the muscles tired and began to deplete themselves of oxygen. Now her blows were slowing, and he felt her leaning into him, leaning against him for support, yet still the gloves came up and punched and pounded....now sliding against the slick skin of his own torso as a punch would miss, then coming back to smack into him...
...and his own punches punished her belly and ribs, and occasionally a breast, too....but were slowing both from the exhaustive effort of maintaining such a barrage, but also from the fatigue of having taken so much punishment. He’d almost had the breath pummeled from his body, and he still hadn’t recovered from that. Her head came down and rested on his chest for a moment, and he rewarded her for her momentary weakness with a hooking uppercut that drove up deep into her belly above the navel and lifted her feet slightly off the canvas.
Her knees buckled and she slowly slid down the front of his body, her face sliding against his stomach, to thump to her knees before him, trying to hang on by wrapping her arms around him as she went down. He began the ten count immediately, counting quietly but loud enough for her to hear, as she clung to his legs, gasping for breath...
At eight, she hauled herself up, still hanging onto him for support, and he felt such deep pride
and admiration for her, that he almost took her into his arms and called the fight then and there....but her left glove came up and actually turned his head to the left as it pounded him on his right cheekbone. He answered by taking a step back and delivering a perfect right to her own jaw. She spun to her right slightly, legs wobbling, and then turned to come back at him....
His left took her in the side: his right smashed into the side of her face and she spun away again, this time turning almost in a complete circle. She was still unsteady, but stayed on her feet, brought her guard back up, and came after him again.
His left slashed out at her, but she slipped it and speared his stomach with her own left, pulling another grunt up from deep down inside him. He tried to backpedal, but had never really left the ropes, so his escape was cut off straight back, which let her pin him there once again and hammer away at his stomach with lefts and rights. Her punches lacked the power they’d once had, but then, his stomach muscles lacked the tone THEY’D once had, so he felt the leather gloves penetrating deep into his body. He drove a left uppercut up into her belly just under the sternum, then pounded the belly to the left of the navel with his right. Her left came up in a short, chopping hook to his jaw, and he heard the left joint CRACK in his ear from the impact. He shook his head for a moment to clear it, took a hard right from her in his ribs, then hooked his left into her now-reddened belly, and followed it with a right-left-right-right combination that left her belly and breasts quivering.
She was hanging onto him again, but still stubbornly refused to clinch. She was gasping, and he took her at her word and drove another left and another right into her gut, then came up with his left and turned her head with a hook to the jaw. This time, as her knees buckled, he grabbed onto her and went down on his knees with her as she dropped to her own.
He began a count, as she clung to him, gasping.
“....Yeah....that’s it, baby,....” she managed between labored breaths, “...that’s good.....” Her left hooked around and piled into his gut...
WHOMP!
“UUUHHHGGGHHH!” His count was interrupted, but he picked up where he’d left off.
“Five!” he gasped, and then punched her in the belly again with a looping right.
“HUUHHHHUUUHHHH!” She fell forward against him, arms around him, no longer hanging on so much as simply leaning against him, almost limp. He felt her breath on his neck, her head resting on his shoulder, and his gloved fists came up andd punched up into her belly..
“Six!”
WHUMP! THUMP!
“UUUUHHHH! HUUUHHHH!”
He felt her head turn slightly, and he turned his own face toward hers, looking down to see her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly. He lowered his mouth to hers and covered it, kissing her deeply.
WHUMP!-WHUMP!
Two more punches from him went deep into her body, and he felt the breath rush from her lungs into his own as she lay limp against him, faint moans rising from her throat. For a moment, her arms seemed to embrace him, as if she were inviting him, welcoming the punches into her....then her body stiffened as she rallied and he felt the leather gloves on her fists pound into his stomach again - a left, then a right, then another left....he felt his manhood stirring again between his legs, and he drew back and then hooked his right up with all the power he had left in him.
THUD!!
“Seven!” he said after pulling back from the kiss.
“UUUUuuuuuhhhhhhh.....” the breath came rushing out of her as her lungs were crushed by his fist penetrating up into her belly. She pulled her right up and he blinked in shock as the punch slammed the left side of his head, setting his ears to ringing. She still had plenty of fight left in her! He let her keep leaning against him and pounded her unprotected belly cruelly, really trying to send the leather home, to hurt her deeply....
WHUMP! THUMP! THUD!
“HUUUUH! UUUUUUHH! UUuuoooohhhhhh.....”
“Eight!” he said.
On their knees, leaning against each other, sweat-slick bodies sliding together, feeling the sizzle of hot skin against skin, feeling the slick leather of the Vaseline-coated gloves....she beat her fists into his stomach and he kept punishing her belly with deep, hard punches of his own. Half-holding her, one arm around behind her shoulders, he dug his fist up into her belly over and over, loving her gasps and weak groans of pain.
“Nine!”
Her right came up again with suddenly unexpected strength and he grunted deeply in shock
and agony as his belly was violated by her glove. It was exquisite, delicious pain and pleasure all rolled into one...her body almost totally spent, now, still struggling weakly in his arms as she tried to free up to deliver just one more punch, just one last blow....struggling valiantly, even though she was all but defeated....
His left hooked into her stomach and she folded around the punch like a soft towel, falling against him as his fist penetrated deeply into her body. The breath surged from her in one long, thin final gasp of agony, and he suddenly had his arms around her, lowering her still weakly struggling body to the canvas, her body shuddering as she tried to expand her chest to recover the breath that had been beaten out of her.
“God!” she gasped weakly beneath him, “I want you so bad!” Tears were forming in her eyes as she reached up with one glove to touch his cheek again. “I want you inside me worse than anything.” It was more than he could bear. Quickly, his knee parted her thighs, and he was inside her, so wet she was, and she gasped again and sighed as he entered her and slipped home all the way in, feeling him deep and warm and hard inside her.
She punched at him, lightly, almost playfully, into his stomach....but hard enough that he know she was doing so for HIS pleasure, for he was the winner and deserved all she could give. She looked up at him, her eyes bright.
“I love you,” she whispered, her arms going around him. “I want you forever.”
“Ten,” he whispered, lowering his lips to kiss her deeply again.