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whats up everybody? wish I could claim this as my own creation but its just something I got from a long defunct yahoo group nearly 20 years ago. I made a few minor grammatical revisions to it that make for an easier read imo. enjoy.


From: samon12001
Date: Sun Apr 7, 2002 11:09 am
Subject: New Story-The Training Ring


INTRODUCTION:
This one takes place in the future. Erotic boxing has evolved from being a fetish shared by only a small percentage of the population to becoming a standard tool used by the government in the screening process for recruiting men and women to be deep cover intelligence operatives in a modern society. Erotic boxing combines discipline, passion, competition, sexual control, physical conditioning, dominance, and psychological gamesmanship. The main objective in these head to head bouts is to make your opponent, who has been given a sexual stimulant, to have an orgasm while dominating them in a boxing match.

Our story begins in the locker room of a large gymnasium. The door at the end of the room opens up and a single file line of young women march into the room. They are all dressed in similar attire: white satin boxing trunks, black low top boxing shoes, and black 8 ounce leather boxing gloves with white cuffs. They are all barechested with their breasts fully on display. There is a long bench along one of the walls that the women walk in front of and sit down on once they have all entered the room. The women vary in appearance from being strikingly beautiful to looking rough and rugged like they belonged in a motorcycle gang. Their instructor Blake enters the room. She is dressed the same as the rest of the females with her large breasts proudly exposed.

"Alright ladies lets settle down, you have five minutes before your fight begins so lets go over a few things. Most of you have been here before but for those of you who are new, listen up. You have all been given your Amoril which will stimulate your sexual desires. I can tell just from the looks of some of you that it is already starting to take effect. Your male opponents have also been given their dose of Viagra 2000 and it will also affect them in a similar manner... well actually it will affect them slightly more because they will have an erection to deal with which will prove to be a major distraction. This will be your key advantage. Also many of these young men have never been in an erotic
boxing match before so odds are they will be overwhelmed when things get underway. Most of them will be tentative when they come out for round one. The most important piece of advice I can give you is you should take full advantage of this by being aggressive, striking early and gaining the upper hand before they can get use to this type of training. I just got word that there have already been two males that have lost control and have had premature ejaculations so two of you have moved ahead without throwing a punch. Let me go over the rules again so you know how the scoring is done. You will receive 100 points if you can make your opponent cum while simultaneously scoring a knock out. This is the maximum score possible. I've only seen it done on rare occasion but it does happen. You will receive 75 points if you knock out your opponent and then successfully cause him to ejaculate. Remember these men can still have an orgasm even if they are unconscious thanks to the Viagra 2000. Also remember you will be disqualified if you also have an orgasm. This training isn't about pleasure, it is about using your sexuality and your fists to dominate your opponent and cause them to lose their self control while imposing your will on them. It is their mission to do the same to you. You will receive 50 points if you force your opponent to cum, regardless of who is ahead in the fight. Once someone has had an orgasm, the match is over. The rules are the same as in conventional boxing except sexual contact is permitted. Also remember that punching your male opponent in the groin may render him at your mercy but will make it harder for you to get him to ejaculate. OK... any questions? One final thing is that all of the rings are side by side with no partitions of any kind. So be warned, you and your male opponent may be distracted by what is going on around you. This is part of the training, your ability to concentrate. Any questions? Good. Good luck out there." she said as she gathered some loose documents on a nearby desk and began organizing them.

The young women sat anxiously fidgiting in their heightened erotic state. Many of the girls smacked their gloves together in anticipation of their match. Our protagonist is a buxom young caucasion girl named Desrye. As she sits amongst the other girls in preparation she glanced at the girl next to her who was an attractive blonde with beautiful eyes that radiated with passion and desire. Her breathing seemed slightly erratic causing her breasts to rise and fall in an involuntary manner. Desrye smirked as she observed the blonde's uneasiness,
"This is your first time isnt it?"
"Yes, is it that noticeable?" she replied causing Desrye's smile to widen,
"Yes, but don't worry. The guy you're going to beat the shit out of feels the same way and look at it this way... at least you don't have a rock hard cock swinging out in front of you asking to be punched into orgasmic oblivion." The blonde covered her mouth stifling a laugh. Desrye looked down the bench at the other girls who were all trying to hold on to their erotic energy without losing control of their passion.
"OK Ladies, Let's go", Blake called out as she led the way to the exit at the end of the room. The girls stood up and the first thing that they all noticed as they exchanged glances was their tits all seemed noticeably fuller then when they had first entered the room. On top of that, every one of their nipples had grown stiff as the stimulant continued to work its course. Most of them were looking very flushed and on some of their faces a look of supressed panic was struggling to appear.

They all lined up and marched out of the locker room into a long hallway that led out to the main gym. They saw the young men lined up against the wall near the gym entrance looking down at them as they moved closer.
"OK girls line up against the opposite wall and wait to be paired up." Blake said. Blake met the male trainer and they walked into a nearby room, both carrying the files of their fighters. Desrye felt the coldness of the hallway wall against her hot back. She could feel her heart pounding an erotic beat as her perspiration started to grow along the back of her neck. She looked across the hallway and saw a young man who also was struggling with his heightened erotic state. He was about the same height as Desrye but a little skinnier. He wore black boxing shoes and a jockstrap that at the moment seemed to be straining to contain his erect organ. He also wore the same type of boxing gloves she did, black 8 ouncers. He was cute and almost seemed younger than her. He had sandy blonde hair and a slightly upturned nose. Desrye thought of what an inviting target his nose would make for her right hand if they were paired up together. Their eyes locked and she could feel her pulse quicken. He on the other hand looked scared but was trying to hide it. Desrye slowly let a smile creep across her face and then winked at him. He rebuffed her by pounding his gloves together firmly although his growing erection gave away his true feelings. Desrye looked down the line of young men and saw that they were all squirming with there uneasiness about their erections and how exposed they were to the eyes staring at them from the girls on the other side of the hall. Some of the girls giggled as they saw the boys struggle with their embarassment. If this was the first part of the training then the girls won this round hands down. Blake walked out of the room and back toward her pupils.
"Attention everyone. When I call out your name I will also call out the ring you are to report to. Locate your assigned ring, enter and get ready to fight." Everyone could feel the air in the hallway turn electric with anticipation as names started calling out.
"Desrye and Eric, Ring 9."
Desrye saw the boy who she had smiled at jump from against the wall when his name was called and he quickly looked around scanning the room anxious to get a look at his opposition. He had looked past her twice while she kept a steady eye on him until he realized that it was going to be her he was up against. Her first thought was, this is going to be fun. He quickly moved out of the hallway and into the main gym which echoed their footsteps as they entered. Desrye thought that Blake was right about the distraction factor of all the fights going on at the same time, the noise was going to be deafening.

Their ring was at the end of one of the three rows of five, this would at least be somewhat quieter than some of the rings in the center rows. As they walked across the polished wooden floors, Desrye noticed a bleacher section on one end of the room. Desrye followed behind Eric to the ring. She could tell that he was neither a fighter nor an athlete. He lacked the well defined back muscles that would give a fighter away. The more she examined his figure, the more she realized just how much she was going to enjoy knocking him out. They reached the ring and Eric drew around to the back side and walked up the small set of steps and climbed thru the ropes. Desrye also climbed thru the ropes and looked around the gym. Most pairs seemed evenly matched in size. Only in the ring beside them did there seem to be any apparent disadvantage. The girl was well built and had muscular arms. She had long blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and a beautiful face. The boy seemed frail next to her physique, although his muscles were toned. Desrye looked across the ring at her opponent who was trying to act like a fighter in his corner by shadowboxing and lightly bouncing on his toes.
"OKAY EVERYBODY", Blake announced, "you will have five, three minute rounds with a one minute rest period in between. At the sound of the bell come out fighting, good luck." Desrye and Eric faced each other.

DING! Eric quickly moved across the ring and started to throw lefts and rights at Desrye's face as soon as he was within range. She blocked and danced around to his right. Just as Eric turned his legs Desrye planted her left foot and fired a sharp right to Eric's nose. WAP! His head snapped back knocking some spittle loose and he stopped his pursuit. "Just wanted to say Hi, Eric", she teased. His anger turned into fury from her taunt and he charged after her and pushed her against the ropes throwing several body shots to her stomach and ribs before she could get off the ropes and move out of range. Only then did Desrye become aware of the sound of boxing gloves all over the gym raining down against flesh and the grunts and groans of those who were on thereceiving end. The strongest sound of impact came from the ring next to theirs where the blonde bomber was reeking havoc on her smaller opponent and by the sound of it her punches were landing solidly against his body. Eric's strategy changed and he began to stalk Desrye around the ring. She was light on her feet and jabbed and moved around him dancing on her toes. For the most part Eric was able to block her shots but when she did connect he would wince and blink his eyes briefly. Desrye noted this and took advantage by following her jab with a left right combination that had him stepping back away from her attack.

Just then Desrye heard a CRACK! and looked over to the ring next to theirs where the young boy's body bounced across the canvas like a rag doll. He landed with his head to the side and as he turned to get back on his feet you could see a red trickle of blood coming from his mouth. He wobbled as he struggled to get his footing. Desrye looked at Eric who was mesmerized by what he was witnessing in the next ring. She quickly loaded and fired a right cross to his jaw. Whack! as Eric looked shocked at being caught off guard, he quickly brought up his gloves to protect his face as Desrye launched a barrage of blows to his midsection. Uhn, Ooff, Hmph! Eric grunted involuntarily as Desrye pounded on him. Eric lunged forward and grabbed Desrye in a clinch. They both leaned into each other with their heads on each others shoulders, Eric was sucking air in heavily trying to catch his breath. By this point both fighters had worked up a good bit of sweat as their bodies leaned together. As they struggled for position Eric was driven wild by the feeling of Desrye's bare bulbous tits compressing against his chest and sliding around from the layer of perspiration between them. She fought to shake him loose as he clung to her, their bodies getting more slippery from each other's body heat. Eric had got his breathing under control and now was trying to maneuver an uppercut but he was unable to work his glove in between their bodies in such close proximity.

"Whatsamatter Eric...can't get it up?" Desrye teased as she created a bit of separation and hooked a punch directly downward into his shaft. Eric moaned and stumbled backwards holding on to his crotch.
"Oh, I guess there is some feeling down there, come on big big boy show me what you got," she beckoned him with her gloves. Eric moved around to her right although somewhat slowly still recovering from Desrye's attack. Desrye heard a CRACK...CRACK, coming from the ring next to theirs. The blonde bomber had cornered her opponent and was slowly finishing him off. He was holding his gloves weakly in front of his face and she was splitting them apart with her left and connecting on his chin with her right, CRACK! His head rocked backwards as she repeated this scenario several times and then she moved her right glove down to his crotch and began stroking him up and down several times before she brought it back up to follow her left into his face. His face was badly bruised and the left eye was partly shut, blood was flowing from his mouth and nose. Crack! his head went back again as he moaned in pain. The Blonde Bomber then began to punch him gently in his crotch with her right glove. The boy unable to control himself had started leaking pre-orgasmic fluid from his dick and when the blonde bomber punched him it made a squishy sound with each impact. The boys moans became more of pleasure than of pain as the blonde bomber continued to jab his cock. Then she maneuvered the boy to the center of the ring as she took hold of his erect cock with her gloved hand. She leaned into him and began rubbing her body against his while stroking him. She was sensing his climax was starting to arrive so she pushed him away and rocketed a left uppercut to his jaw and a smashing right to his nose. The boy crumbled to the canvas and lay spread eagle. Sperm had pushed it's way through the strands of his jockstrap and began dripping down his side. The Blonde Bomber raised her gloves over her head victoriously and began jumping around, causing her large tits to bounce joyously. She then marched over proudly to where her fallen victim layed still, gloves on her hips as she swaggered with a big beaming grin on her face she firmly planted a foot on his chest and struck a double bicep pose in a stunning display of dominance.

Desrye looked at her opponent who was staring into the next ring with his mouth wide open. She popped him with a sharp jab and the boy stumbled back in surprise.
"How would you like me to finish you off like that, loverboy?" The boys expression on his face seemed to show fear and determination more than anything else. He moved forward and ducked a left hook to his head and moved in with a right, right, left combination that had Desrye stumbling backwards and falling to the canvas. She propped herself up on her elbows and wiped away a wisp of stray hair from her face as she stared up at the boy and examined his erection as he was smiling down at her. Desrye could feel a small trickle of blood flowing from her mouth. This didn't cause her pain or fear but excitement as her heart raced. She jumped back up and equipped an angry sneer and began tearing into Eric with erotic energy. Right, left, right to his head, hook to the body, hook to the body, right cross, left, left.
Eric was able to block most of the face shots but the body punches racked across his ribs and fire began to burn there. Desrye backed him into a corner where he covered up as she led a full scale attack on him, trying to smash thru his raised guard while alternating with sweeping hooks to his midsection. Her punches pushed his body further and deeper into the turn buckle as he grunted with each impact. In Desrye's mind a humorous image of tenderizing meat before you cook it flashed as she saw the angry red welts appear on Eric's body where she had battered him. Desrye reached down and started to stroke Eric's crotch and he responded with a straight right across her jaw. Desrye's head swung around to her right sending her hair and sweat flying. She turned back with part of her hair covering her face and rifled an uppercut to Eric's jaw that bounced his head back as his legs buckled dropping him onto his ass as he plummetted to the canvas with a thud. Desrye moved back and looked at her handiwork.
"Come on... get up." she taunted as he sat in the corner with his knees against his chest and his arms rolled over so his gloves laid palm side up on the canvas. He panted heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Desrye's pulse quickened as she saw his stiff rod sticking straight up in between his legs constrained only by his jockstrap. She fantasized about jumping on it and releasing her pent up energy. She subconsciously brought her glove up and began caressing one of her erect nipples as she was lost momentarily in her erotic thoughts before the bell snapped her out of it.

Ding! the bell sounded the end of the round just as Eric was getting to his feet.
"Saved by the bell, loverboy." Desrye teased. She strutted back to her corner in an exaggerated sexy manner putting some extra sway into her curvy hips with her ample tits proudly held high. Desrye could hear a chorus of gasping voices echoing throughout the gym. She looked around the gym to see corner persons helping their unconscious fighters onto stretchers. There were six boys and one girl. The boy in the next ring was being carried out as he lay blank-eyed staring at the ceiling. His victor was in the corner receiving congratulations from different people who had been watching as she was taking off her gloves. She had been the only fighter so far to get 100 points for knocking out her opponent and making him cum in the same sequence. Desrye looked at Eric in his corner as he was gasping to catch his breath. His erection stood out like a flagpole constrained only by his jockstrap. Desrye's eyes kept being drawn
down to look at it as she could feel her desire build up inside her. She struggled to focus on how she was going to knock out her opponent in the next round.

DING! The second round began. As Eric came out of his corner he could see Desrye was distracted by his organ and he began to bounce on his toes making it swing up and down. As Desrye looked down Eric charged forward with lefts and rights to Desrye's face. She backpedaled against the ropes where Eric threw everything he had at her while she covered up trying to protect herself. A swinging left hook buried into Desrye's midsection and doubled her over. Eric followed with a wicked right uppercut that sent Desrye's head and hair flying back over the top rope. Eric pinned Desrye's arms against the top rope as he moved in and rubbed his crotch against hers. She looked into his eyes as he rhythmically rotated his hips between her legs thrusting forwards with every pass while never breaking eye contact.
"How does that feel?" Eric breathed huskily into her ear as he pushed himself harder against her. Desrye could feel his hot breath on her neck and his masculine smell burned her nose with desire and she saw his dilated eyes were wild with lust. She bit her lip as she fought to keep from having an orgasm as she brought her knee up into his groin which forced him off of her. Filled with aggression and a savage erotic desire she threw herself at Eric releasing every arsenal she had in her command. Left, right combination, hook to the body, hook to the body, jab, jab... Eric was also lost in his passion and gave way to an all out brawl in the middle of the ring. He focused on her jaw and threw several cracking blows that seem to have little effect. In fact both fighters were so full of adrenaline engulfed by their lust and desire they felt little of the damage that was being reigned down on them as they stood toe to toe in a sexual slugfest. A crowd drew around their ring as they fought in wild abandon. For a whole minute they blasted each other in equal exchange before finally backing off. Chests heaving as they gasped for breath, the sweat just poured from them now as the light shimmered off of their sweat drenched bodies. near exhaustion. Desrye's left eye was badly swollen and the flow of blood coming from her lip had increased. Her nostrils were flared and swollen from Eric's savage fists. Her ribs were riddled with red welts from the battering she had received. Eric's right eye was completely shut and his left eye and cheekbone were badly swollen. Blood flowed freely both from his nose and his mouth. He stood there glassy eyed and slack jawed as both fighters stood struggling to breath as they slowly circled each other. A round of applause went out to both fighters who had battered each other mercilessly for a whole minute of intense fighting. Desrye could sense the fight had gone out of Eric as she threw a jab that landed unobstructed on Eric's nose. The punch had no change on Eric's defense which was non existent. His gloves seemed too heavy to rise high enough to protect his face. Desrye also was struggling to get her gloves up as her arms ached. She then leaned against Eric and pushed him up against the ropes. Desrye leaned against him as they bended into the ropes struggling for any remaining energy she might have. Finally she pushed herself off and tried to focus on Eric's jaw but her punch landed on his forehead. She could not raise her arms up high enough for another face shot so she tried to hit him in the stomach instead.. SMACK!...SMACK, as she slowly drew her arm back and used her weight more than muscle to land her blows. Eric was out on his feet and only weakly tried to cover up as each new blow weakened him even more. SMACK!...SMACK, Desrye grunted with every new punch and Eric moaned in response. Desrye had caused Eric to bend forward with his back against the ropes to try to protect as much of his body as possible. Desrye stepped back trying to stay on her feet, gasping for breath. She expected Eric to fall to the canvas but he was leaning against the ropes to hold himself up. Desrye cocked her right arm as far back as she couldand launched it forward like a catapult landing on Eric's already beaten nose. Eric's head lifted and then his whole body lurched downward to the canvas as he landed face first and then rolled over on his back. He was out but his erection still stood at attention. Desrye stood over him with her gloved hands on her hips drawing huge inhalations of air into her lungs causing her impressive titties to heave with every breath. Droplets of sweat cascaded down her curvacious frame and dropped freely from the rock hard peaks of her erect nipples before drizzling on to her conquered male adversary. Her desire had not left her. Finishing Eric off gave her an erotic satisfaction that she enjoyed despite how much her body ached. She straddled Eric's legs and lowered herself so she was sitting on his legs with his erect dick directly in front of her. She slowly started to tap it with her gloves going back and forth with each glove like his hard on was a speed bag. She could see his swollen cock continue to grow as she did this. The head of his erection turned purple and grew larger as she punched it. Desrye's desire for sexual release burned inside of her until she could stand it no longer and she pulled away his jockstrap to release his organ from its restraint. His erection stiffened and turned a darker purple as it filled with even more blood. Desrye pushed aside one leg opening of her boxing trunks and mounted him.

She could feel his stiff erection push against her and paused for a moment savoring the feeling of his head gently pushing at the entrance of her pleasure. Her body quivered as she tried to extend that blissful feeling by rolling her hips over him and slowly allowing his organ to penetrate her just a fraction and then sliding it out again. She began to piston her hips gently over him as with each thrust he entered her deeper and deeper. Desrye was delirious with pleasure as she continued to roll her hips feeling his cock press against her moist inner walls. She moaned in a blissful state and felt like the top of her head was going to blow off. Desrye used her gloved hands to massage her erect nipples as she continued to slide further and further down his shaft. Her body released a new kind of sexual sweat that coated her skin, making her body glisten under the overhead ring lights. She could feel the head of his erection touch the upper ceiling of her inner walls and she shuttered with pleasure as she sensed he was about to explode. Desrye's head was spinning and she felt a wave of ecstasy rise in her and she could not fight it. She felt the warm joy of an orgasm start to ride through her body only intensified by Eric's orgasmic release into her. She pistoned her hips harder into him draining every drop of pleasure from his organ. She moaned deeply and with abandon as she firmly pressed her gloves against Eric's chest and squeezed his organ with her inner wall muscles as tight as she could extending the wave of pleasure that had swept over her. She sat on Eric breathing deeply and enjoying the altered state that good sex brings and could feel her juices leaking and joining with his as it drained from their bodies onto the canvas. Desrye's instructor walked over to the side of the ring where Desrye was and shook her head. Desrye was still sitting on top of Eric with her weight leaning forward, the palms of her gloved hands still planted on Eric's chest supporting her weight. "You know what this means for you, don't you?", her instructor barked. "You will have to go back to basic training and start all over again". Desrye smiled with no regrets.
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Fantastic job! Would love this to be a series, maybe even seen the girls' instructor Blake be forced to take on whoever has trained the men. Sort of a battle of the masters.
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Nice storie, I have hope he win a fight in front other girl.
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whats up everybody? wish I could claim this as my own creation but its just something I got from a long defunct yahoo group nearly 20 years ago. I made a few minor grammatical revisions to it that make for an easier read imo. enjoy.


From: samon12001
Date: Sun Apr 7, 2002 11:09 am
Subject: New Story-The Training Ring


INTRODUCTION:
This one takes place in the future. Erotic boxing has evolved from being a fetish shared by only a small percentage of the population to becoming a standard tool used by the government in the screening process for recruiting men and women to be deep cover intelligence operatives in a modern society. Erotic boxing combines discipline, passion, competition, sexual control, physical conditioning, dominance, and psychological gamesmanship. The main objective in these head to head bouts is to make your opponent, who has been given a sexual stimulant, to have an orgasm while dominating them in a boxing match.

Our story begins in the locker room of a large gymnasium. The door at the end of the room opens up and a single file line of young women march into the room. They are all dressed in similar attire: white satin boxing trunks, black low top boxing shoes, and black 8 ounce leather boxing gloves with white cuffs. They are all barechested with their breasts fully on display. There is a long bench along one of the walls that the women walk in front of and sit down on once they have all entered the room. The women vary in appearance from being strikingly beautiful to looking rough and rugged like they belonged in a motorcycle gang. Their instructor Blake enters the room. She is dressed the same as the rest of the females with her large breasts proudly exposed.

"Alright ladies lets settle down, you have five minutes before your fight begins so lets go over a few things. Most of you have been here before but for those of you who are new, listen up. You have all been given your Amoril which will stimulate your sexual desires. I can tell just from the looks of some of you that it is already starting to take effect. Your male opponents have also been given their dose of Viagra 2000 and it will also affect them in a similar manner... well actually it will affect them slightly more because they will have an erection to deal with which will prove to be a major distraction. This will be your key advantage. Also many of these young men have never been in an erotic
boxing match before so odds are they will be overwhelmed when things get underway. Most of them will be tentative when they come out for round one. The most important piece of advice I can give you is you should take full advantage of this by being aggressive, striking early and gaining the upper hand before they can get use to this type of training. I just got word that there have already been two males that have lost control and have had premature ejaculations so two of you have moved ahead without throwing a punch. Let me go over the rules again so you know how the scoring is done. You will receive 100 points if you can make your opponent cum while simultaneously scoring a knock out. This is the maximum score possible. I've only seen it done on rare occasion but it does happen. You will receive 75 points if you knock out your opponent and then successfully cause him to ejaculate. Remember these men can still have an orgasm even if they are unconscious thanks to the Viagra 2000. Also remember you will be disqualified if you also have an orgasm. This training isn't about pleasure, it is about using your sexuality and your fists to dominate your opponent and cause them to lose their self control while imposing your will on them. It is their mission to do the same to you. You will receive 50 points if you force your opponent to cum, regardless of who is ahead in the fight. Once someone has had an orgasm, the match is over. The rules are the same as in conventional boxing except sexual contact is permitted. Also remember that punching your male opponent in the groin may render him at your mercy but will make it harder for you to get him to ejaculate. OK... any questions? One final thing is that all of the rings are side by side with no partitions of any kind. So be warned, you and your male opponent may be distracted by what is going on around you. This is part of the training, your ability to concentrate. Any questions? Good. Good luck out there." she said as she gathered some loose documents on a nearby desk and began organizing them.

The young women sat anxiously fidgiting in their heightened erotic state. Many of the girls smacked their gloves together in anticipation of their match. Our protagonist is a buxom young caucasion girl named Desrye. As she sits amongst the other girls in preparation she glanced at the girl next to her who was an attractive blonde with beautiful eyes that radiated with passion and desire. Her breathing seemed slightly erratic causing her breasts to rise and fall in an involuntary manner. Desrye smirked as she observed the blonde's uneasiness,
"This is your first time isnt it?"
"Yes, is it that noticeable?" she replied causing Desrye's smile to widen,
"Yes, but don't worry. The guy you're going to beat the shit out of feels the same way and look at it this way... at least you don't have a rock hard cock swinging out in front of you asking to be punched into orgasmic oblivion." The blonde covered her mouth stifling a laugh. Desrye looked down the bench at the other girls who were all trying to hold on to their erotic energy without losing control of their passion.
"OK Ladies, Let's go", Blake called out as she led the way to the exit at the end of the room. The girls stood up and the first thing that they all noticed as they exchanged glances was their tits all seemed noticeably fuller then when they had first entered the room. On top of that, every one of their nipples had grown stiff as the stimulant continued to work its course. Most of them were looking very flushed and on some of their faces a look of supressed panic was struggling to appear.

They all lined up and marched out of the locker room into a long hallway that led out to the main gym. They saw the young men lined up against the wall near the gym entrance looking down at them as they moved closer.
"OK girls line up against the opposite wall and wait to be paired up." Blake said. Blake met the male trainer and they walked into a nearby room, both carrying the files of their fighters. Desrye felt the coldness of the hallway wall against her hot back. She could feel her heart pounding an erotic beat as her perspiration started to grow along the back of her neck. She looked across the hallway and saw a young man who also was struggling with his heightened erotic state. He was about the same height as Desrye but a little skinnier. He wore black boxing shoes and a jockstrap that at the moment seemed to be straining to contain his erect organ. He also wore the same type of boxing gloves she did, black 8 ouncers. He was cute and almost seemed younger than her. He had sandy blonde hair and a slightly upturned nose. Desrye thought of what an inviting target his nose would make for her right hand if they were paired up together. Their eyes locked and she could feel her pulse quicken. He on the other hand looked scared but was trying to hide it. Desrye slowly let a smile creep across her face and then winked at him. He rebuffed her by pounding his gloves together firmly although his growing erection gave away his true feelings. Desrye looked down the line of young men and saw that they were all squirming with there uneasiness about their erections and how exposed they were to the eyes staring at them from the girls on the other side of the hall. Some of the girls giggled as they saw the boys struggle with their embarassment. If this was the first part of the training then the girls won this round hands down. Blake walked out of the room and back toward her pupils.
"Attention everyone. When I call out your name I will also call out the ring you are to report to. Locate your assigned ring, enter and get ready to fight." Everyone could feel the air in the hallway turn electric with anticipation as names started calling out.
"Desrye and Eric, Ring 9."
Desrye saw the boy who she had smiled at jump from against the wall when his name was called and he quickly looked around scanning the room anxious to get a look at his opposition. He had looked past her twice while she kept a steady eye on him until he realized that it was going to be her he was up against. Her first thought was, this is going to be fun. He quickly moved out of the hallway and into the main gym which echoed their footsteps as they entered. Desrye thought that Blake was right about the distraction factor of all the fights going on at the same time, the noise was going to be deafening.

Their ring was at the end of one of the three rows of five, this would at least be somewhat quieter than some of the rings in the center rows. As they walked across the polished wooden floors, Desrye noticed a bleacher section on one end of the room. Desrye followed behind Eric to the ring. She could tell that he was neither a fighter nor an athlete. He lacked the well defined back muscles that would give a fighter away. The more she examined his figure, the more she realized just how much she was going to enjoy knocking him out. They reached the ring and Eric drew around to the back side and walked up the small set of steps and climbed thru the ropes. Desrye also climbed thru the ropes and looked around the gym. Most pairs seemed evenly matched in size. Only in the ring beside them did there seem to be any apparent disadvantage. The girl was well built and had muscular arms. She had long blonde hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and a beautiful face. The boy seemed frail next to her physique, although his muscles were toned. Desrye looked across the ring at her opponent who was trying to act like a fighter in his corner by shadowboxing and lightly bouncing on his toes.
"OKAY EVERYBODY", Blake announced, "you will have five, three minute rounds with a one minute rest period in between. At the sound of the bell come out fighting, good luck." Desrye and Eric faced each other.

DING! Eric quickly moved across the ring and started to throw lefts and rights at Desrye's face as soon as he was within range. She blocked and danced around to his right. Just as Eric turned his legs Desrye planted her left foot and fired a sharp right to Eric's nose. WAP! His head snapped back knocking some spittle loose and he stopped his pursuit. "Just wanted to say Hi, Eric", she teased. His anger turned into fury from her taunt and he charged after her and pushed her against the ropes throwing several body shots to her stomach and ribs before she could get off the ropes and move out of range. Only then did Desrye become aware of the sound of boxing gloves all over the gym raining down against flesh and the grunts and groans of those who were on thereceiving end. The strongest sound of impact came from the ring next to theirs where the blonde bomber was reeking havoc on her smaller opponent and by the sound of it her punches were landing solidly against his body. Eric's strategy changed and he began to stalk Desrye around the ring. She was light on her feet and jabbed and moved around him dancing on her toes. For the most part Eric was able to block her shots but when she did connect he would wince and blink his eyes briefly. Desrye noted this and took advantage by following her jab with a left right combination that had him stepping back away from her attack.

Just then Desrye heard a CRACK! and looked over to the ring next to theirs where the young boy's body bounced across the canvas like a rag doll. He landed with his head to the side and as he turned to get back on his feet you could see a red trickle of blood coming from his mouth. He wobbled as he struggled to get his footing. Desrye looked at Eric who was mesmerized by what he was witnessing in the next ring. She quickly loaded and fired a right cross to his jaw. Whack! as Eric looked shocked at being caught off guard, he quickly brought up his gloves to protect his face as Desrye launched a barrage of blows to his midsection. Uhn, Ooff, Hmph! Eric grunted involuntarily as Desrye pounded on him. Eric lunged forward and grabbed Desrye in a clinch. They both leaned into each other with their heads on each others shoulders, Eric was sucking air in heavily trying to catch his breath. By this point both fighters had worked up a good bit of sweat as their bodies leaned together. As they struggled for position Eric was driven wild by the feeling of Desrye's bare bulbous tits compressing against his chest and sliding around from the layer of perspiration between them. She fought to shake him loose as he clung to her, their bodies getting more slippery from each other's body heat. Eric had got his breathing under control and now was trying to maneuver an uppercut but he was unable to work his glove in between their bodies in such close proximity.

"Whatsamatter Eric...can't get it up?" Desrye teased as she created a bit of separation and hooked a punch directly downward into his shaft. Eric moaned and stumbled backwards holding on to his crotch.
"Oh, I guess there is some feeling down there, come on big big boy show me what you got," she beckoned him with her gloves. Eric moved around to her right although somewhat slowly still recovering from Desrye's attack. Desrye heard a CRACK...CRACK, coming from the ring next to theirs. The blonde bomber had cornered her opponent and was slowly finishing him off. He was holding his gloves weakly in front of his face and she was splitting them apart with her left and connecting on his chin with her right, CRACK! His head rocked backwards as she repeated this scenario several times and then she moved her right glove down to his crotch and began stroking him up and down several times before she brought it back up to follow her left into his face. His face was badly bruised and the left eye was partly shut, blood was flowing from his mouth and nose. Crack! his head went back again as he moaned in pain. The Blonde Bomber then began to punch him gently in his crotch with her right glove. The boy unable to control himself had started leaking pre-orgasmic fluid from his dick and when the blonde bomber punched him it made a squishy sound with each impact. The boys moans became more of pleasure than of pain as the blonde bomber continued to jab his cock. Then she maneuvered the boy to the center of the ring as she took hold of his erect cock with her gloved hand. She leaned into him and began rubbing her body against his while stroking him. She was sensing his climax was starting to arrive so she pushed him away and rocketed a left uppercut to his jaw and a smashing right to his nose. The boy crumbled to the canvas and lay spread eagle. Sperm had pushed it's way through the strands of his jockstrap and began dripping down his side. The Blonde Bomber raised her gloves over her head victoriously and began jumping around, causing her large tits to bounce joyously. She then marched over proudly to where her fallen victim layed still, gloves on her hips as she swaggered with a big beaming grin on her face she firmly planted a foot on his chest and struck a double bicep pose in a stunning display of dominance.

Desrye looked at her opponent who was staring into the next ring with his mouth wide open. She popped him with a sharp jab and the boy stumbled back in surprise.
"How would you like me to finish you off like that, loverboy?" The boys expression on his face seemed to show fear and determination more than anything else. He moved forward and ducked a left hook to his head and moved in with a right, right, left combination that had Desrye stumbling backwards and falling to the canvas. She propped herself up on her elbows and wiped away a wisp of stray hair from her face as she stared up at the boy and examined his erection as he was smiling down at her. Desrye could feel a small trickle of blood flowing from her mouth. This didn't cause her pain or fear but excitement as her heart raced. She jumped back up and equipped an angry sneer and began tearing into Eric with erotic energy. Right, left, right to his head, hook to the body, hook to the body, right cross, left, left.
Eric was able to block most of the face shots but the body punches racked across his ribs and fire began to burn there. Desrye backed him into a corner where he covered up as she led a full scale attack on him, trying to smash thru his raised guard while alternating with sweeping hooks to his midsection. Her punches pushed his body further and deeper into the turn buckle as he grunted with each impact. In Desrye's mind a humorous image of tenderizing meat before you cook it flashed as she saw the angry red welts appear on Eric's body where she had battered him. Desrye reached down and started to stroke Eric's crotch and he responded with a straight right across her jaw. Desrye's head swung around to her right sending her hair and sweat flying. She turned back with part of her hair covering her face and rifled an uppercut to Eric's jaw that bounced his head back as his legs buckled dropping him onto his ass as he plummetted to the canvas with a thud. Desrye moved back and looked at her handiwork.
"Come on... get up." she taunted as he sat in the corner with his knees against his chest and his arms rolled over so his gloves laid palm side up on the canvas. He panted heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Desrye's pulse quickened as she saw his stiff rod sticking straight up in between his legs constrained only by his jockstrap. She fantasized about jumping on it and releasing her pent up energy. She subconsciously brought her glove up and began caressing one of her erect nipples as she was lost momentarily in her erotic thoughts before the bell snapped her out of it.

Ding! the bell sounded the end of the round just as Eric was getting to his feet.
"Saved by the bell, loverboy." Desrye teased. She strutted back to her corner in an exaggerated sexy manner putting some extra sway into her curvy hips with her ample tits proudly held high. Desrye could hear a chorus of gasping voices echoing throughout the gym. She looked around the gym to see corner persons helping their unconscious fighters onto stretchers. There were six boys and one girl. The boy in the next ring was being carried out as he lay blank-eyed staring at the ceiling. His victor was in the corner receiving congratulations from different people who had been watching as she was taking off her gloves. She had been the only fighter so far to get 100 points for knocking out her opponent and making him cum in the same sequence. Desrye looked at Eric in his corner as he was gasping to catch his breath. His erection stood out like a flagpole constrained only by his jockstrap. Desrye's eyes kept being drawn
down to look at it as she could feel her desire build up inside her. She struggled to focus on how she was going to knock out her opponent in the next round.

DING! The second round began. As Eric came out of his corner he could see Desrye was distracted by his organ and he began to bounce on his toes making it swing up and down. As Desrye looked down Eric charged forward with lefts and rights to Desrye's face. She backpedaled against the ropes where Eric threw everything he had at her while she covered up trying to protect herself. A swinging left hook buried into Desrye's midsection and doubled her over. Eric followed with a wicked right uppercut that sent Desrye's head and hair flying back over the top rope. Eric pinned Desrye's arms against the top rope as he moved in and rubbed his crotch against hers. She looked into his eyes as he rhythmically rotated his hips between her legs thrusting forwards with every pass while never breaking eye contact.
"How does that feel?" Eric breathed huskily into her ear as he pushed himself harder against her. Desrye could feel his hot breath on her neck and his masculine smell burned her nose with desire and she saw his dilated eyes were wild with lust. She bit her lip as she fought to keep from having an orgasm as she brought her knee up into his groin which forced him off of her. Filled with aggression and a savage erotic desire she threw herself at Eric releasing every arsenal she had in her command. Left, right combination, hook to the body, hook to the body, jab, jab... Eric was also lost in his passion and gave way to an all out brawl in the middle of the ring. He focused on her jaw and threw several cracking blows that seem to have little effect. In fact both fighters were so full of adrenaline engulfed by their lust and desire they felt little of the damage that was being reigned down on them as they stood toe to toe in a sexual slugfest. A crowd drew around their ring as they fought in wild abandon. For a whole minute they blasted each other in equal exchange before finally backing off. Chests heaving as they gasped for breath, the sweat just poured from them now as the light shimmered off of their sweat drenched bodies. near exhaustion. Desrye's left eye was badly swollen and the flow of blood coming from her lip had increased. Her nostrils were flared and swollen from Eric's savage fists. Her ribs were riddled with red welts from the battering she had received. Eric's right eye was completely shut and his left eye and cheekbone were badly swollen. Blood flowed freely both from his nose and his mouth. He stood there glassy eyed and slack jawed as both fighters stood struggling to breath as they slowly circled each other. A round of applause went out to both fighters who had battered each other mercilessly for a whole minute of intense fighting. Desrye could sense the fight had gone out of Eric as she threw a jab that landed unobstructed on Eric's nose. The punch had no change on Eric's defense which was non existent. His gloves seemed too heavy to rise high enough to protect his face. Desrye also was struggling to get her gloves up as her arms ached. She then leaned against Eric and pushed him up against the ropes. Desrye leaned against him as they bended into the ropes struggling for any remaining energy she might have. Finally she pushed herself off and tried to focus on Eric's jaw but her punch landed on his forehead. She could not raise her arms up high enough for another face shot so she tried to hit him in the stomach instead.. SMACK!...SMACK, as she slowly drew her arm back and used her weight more than muscle to land her blows. Eric was out on his feet and only weakly tried to cover up as each new blow weakened him even more. SMACK!...SMACK, Desrye grunted with every new punch and Eric moaned in response. Desrye had caused Eric to bend forward with his back against the ropes to try to protect as much of his body as possible. Desrye stepped back trying to stay on her feet, gasping for breath. She expected Eric to fall to the canvas but he was leaning against the ropes to hold himself up. Desrye cocked her right arm as far back as she couldand launched it forward like a catapult landing on Eric's already beaten nose. Eric's head lifted and then his whole body lurched downward to the canvas as he landed face first and then rolled over on his back. He was out but his erection still stood at attention. Desrye stood over him with her gloved hands on her hips drawing huge inhalations of air into her lungs causing her impressive titties to heave with every breath. Droplets of sweat cascaded down her curvacious frame and dropped freely from the rock hard peaks of her erect nipples before drizzling on to her conquered male adversary. Her desire had not left her. Finishing Eric off gave her an erotic satisfaction that she enjoyed despite how much her body ached. She straddled Eric's legs and lowered herself so she was sitting on his legs with his erect dick directly in front of her. She slowly started to tap it with her gloves going back and forth with each glove like his hard on was a speed bag. She could see his swollen cock continue to grow as she did this. The head of his erection turned purple and grew larger as she punched it. Desrye's desire for sexual release burned inside of her until she could stand it no longer and she pulled away his jockstrap to release his organ from its restraint. His erection stiffened and turned a darker purple as it filled with even more blood. Desrye pushed aside one leg opening of her boxing trunks and mounted him.

She could feel his stiff erection push against her and paused for a moment savoring the feeling of his head gently pushing at the entrance of her pleasure. Her body quivered as she tried to extend that blissful feeling by rolling her hips over him and slowly allowing his organ to penetrate her just a fraction and then sliding it out again. She began to piston her hips gently over him as with each thrust he entered her deeper and deeper. Desrye was delirious with pleasure as she continued to roll her hips feeling his cock press against her moist inner walls. She moaned in a blissful state and felt like the top of her head was going to blow off. Desrye used her gloved hands to massage her erect nipples as she continued to slide further and further down his shaft. Her body released a new kind of sexual sweat that coated her skin, making her body glisten under the overhead ring lights. She could feel the head of his erection touch the upper ceiling of her inner walls and she shuttered with pleasure as she sensed he was about to explode. Desrye's head was spinning and she felt a wave of ecstasy rise in her and she could not fight it. She felt the warm joy of an orgasm start to ride through her body only intensified by Eric's orgasmic release into her. She pistoned her hips harder into him draining every drop of pleasure from his organ. She moaned deeply and with abandon as she firmly pressed her gloves against Eric's chest and squeezed his organ with her inner wall muscles as tight as she could extending the wave of pleasure that had swept over her. She sat on Eric breathing deeply and enjoying the altered state that good sex brings and could feel her juices leaking and joining with his as it drained from their bodies onto the canvas. Desrye's instructor walked over to the side of the ring where Desrye was and shook her head. Desrye was still sitting on top of Eric with her weight leaning forward, the palms of her gloved hands still planted on Eric's chest supporting her weight. "You know what this means for you, don't you?", her instructor barked. "You will have to go back to basic training and start all over again". Desrye smiled with no regrets.
Awesome story...I hope you keep them going with more women boxers of color defeating their male boxing opponents!
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