Heather James & Lynne Leyton v Penny Bridges & Joan Nelson

1st Round Boxing

Penny Bridges v Lynne Leyton

Both promotions Consort’s and Beaker’s had some talented new blood emerging onto the scene and the infusion of attractive and eagerly aggressive females prompted the two men (who were enjoying the new talent in more ways than one) to agree to stage a mini tournament to see who had the most feisty, resilient and toughest fight loving ladies. All four I have to say were impressive eyefuls (and handfuls) and a randy Beaker, finding himself the object of both Ms James and Ms Leyton’s desires, milked the situation for all it was worth, if that is an acceptable phrase when both ladies are so attractively endowed. For Consort it was not quite so simple he had been trying to break down Joan Nelson’s defences for a little while, finding her extraordinarily attractive, especially physically. The more she held out against him, the more he wanted her, especially after sessions on the sofa, clinches in their very enjoyable time together. Officially her line was that she was not prepared to be anything other than his number one; but she clearly enjoyed his touch.

He was on the other hand seeing Penny for the third time when she told him that if he wanted her to fight for him she would do it and boy would she make the other woman regret it the kind of talk with him that led to the bedroom and this was no exception. Beaker was in the enviable position of being desired by the new girl at the tennis club, pretty blonde Heather James and despite Ms James taking a couple of really painful thrashings as she clashed with the club’s vastly more experienced Juliet Welton, Heather did not back off. He saw to it that the shapely blonde reaped the reward she was after and Heather was as fervent as Penny, both wanted the man and they would fight for him if necessary. Lynne Leyton a glamorous blonde PA and divorced, appeared soon after and Heather found her place in his bed most certainly challenged by this older woman. They had not yet decisively sorted out the better woman title but Heather and Lynne had fought twice with each lovely lady winning once while Penny and Joan had met in an all in wrestling match that the older woman had won decisively.

Consort’s cradling of the beaten Penny’s splendid tits and his whispered words in her ear, “I think, from the look of you, you sexy bitch, you’ll prove to be a seriously sexy boxer!” saw Ms Bridges turning to focus her talents in that direction. The contest then between the four ladies looked a great idea not only were they all pretty much equally inexperienced but there was the additional element of needle between partners: Heather could not stand Lynne and Penny bitterly resented the way Joan grabbed Consort’s sexual attentions when it was she that was giving him all she had got. The statistics were delightful; Heather 5’3” 100lbs 34B-24-32 in her late thirties; Lynne 5’4” 116lbs 34C-25-32 50years old; Penny 5’5” 135lbs 36DD-26-38 45years old and Joan 5’5” 126lbs 38E-24-36 and 52 years of age. It was agreed as they got together for a weekend at Beaker’s that Lynne and Penny would meet in a boxing match, then Heather and Joan would wrestle it out before reversing opponents and finally if required a tag team match to decide the overall winners.
With the arrangements all set the first contest approached, after Lynne’s success with the gloves on, despatching an unhappy and hurt Heather; Beaker had no hesitation in nominating Ms Leyton for the boxing duel. She had natural style and clearly enjoyed sinking her fists into the body of a woman she disliked. The way Penny put out of commission the flirtatious and bigger Elizabeth convinced Consort that his attest big breasted conquest had a future with the gloves on and since he was supposed to be the man when it came to boxing tuition, he had a confidence in the shapely brunette after a couple of weeks training. Supported and escorted by a partner they were not exactly bosom buddies with, the two eye catching striking females came to the ring for the weekend’s first fight. To underline fair play, the men had agreed to invite Rita Foskett to travel from her Bedford home to oversee the weekend’s clashes.

Not for the first time, before the fight Consort was busy admiring Penny’s big breasts with hands on enthusiasm and offering words of encouragement to his topless boxing belle, “You’re the younger woman, you’re fit and remember Pen you pack a hell of a punch, especially that right hook. You are gonna make her eat canvas, girl, I know you are!” Excited by his faith in her, the brunette divorcee caught up her new man in a big clinch, making sure he felt her belly hard up against his groin. In a nearby room Beaker was enjoying the closeness of Lynne’s mostly unveiled charms and feeling genuinely confident his blonde lady would win the day. Not only was she wonderfully bubbly and up for anything but she had one hell of a body and was not the least bit shy about pitting it against another woman. He was murmuring soothing words as he caressed her curves, “She’s carrying a lot more weight than you Lynne, hurt her and the wind’ll go out of her sails – and her belly. |remember what you did to Heather and this’ll be yours!” He was rewarded with a particularly long, particularly steamy snogging session, before the ladies were called to the ring.

Rita Foskett was leaning in the corner as Consort appeared with the shapely, almost voluptuous Ms bridges at his side, Penny’s shimmering red robe was forced apart by the substantial cones of her 36DD breasts and she slapped her gloves together while her escort parted the ropes for her. Rita eased her curvaceous frame away from the post, she was wearing a flattering figure hugging one piece dress of a blue material that ended quite a bit above her knees and Consort did not fail to notice the way the cut of the clingy material emphasised the fullness of her prominent chest. She flashed the promoter a smile which he returned before easing Penny’s gown off her shoulders, half distracted by the curve of Rita’s rear. There was a lot of wolf whistles and admiring, lustful glances and comments as the Bury Bruiser’s impressive ornaments jiggled gently to a still position on her torso. Apart from a great top half, Penny looked good in white satin boxing shorts with red trim, her brunette hair settling on her shoulders. Her opponent’s entry was far from upstaged however when a few seconds later Lynne Leyton made her entrance, looking striking, blonde curls pouring down her neck, the jut of her cute chin, stubborn chin accentuating her elfin features. She too was gowned and gloved up, her red shorts with white trim doing justice to her 34C-25-32 more slim line figure, eagerly banging her gloves together, red this time, as if she could not wait to start pounding Penny. Beaker removed the robe and a lot of males found their allegiances wavering, although she was older the blonde was perfectly proportioned and the proud possessor of an outstandingly long and already alert pair of nipples. The two boxers eyed each other up from opposite corners with their eager attentive male seconds close at hand. As beaker finished telling Ms Leyton she looked sensational, she murmured to him eyeing her opponent, “Mmm, she looks a bit soft round the trunks, and those ugly great sagging bags look like they need a good punching! Gross!”
Across the arena Penny was purring to her man, “Now there is a smug looking bitch she needs taking down a peg or two! I really do not like frothy, brainless blondes who stick their tits out and think men will fall at their feet. Let’s see how pretty that little face looks after a few rounds!” Rita went through the brief, simple rules and then signalled for the start and the bell was rung and cheering erupted, we were fight on. Lynne Leyton sauntered out of her corner, as aware of the view she was offering the men behind her of a well rounded rear in a tight pair of trunks doing its very feminine thing as she was of the fairly wide shouldered, absolutely stacked brunette advancing on her menacingly. Half of the blonde’s mind was, as so often, on men, the men watching; all of Penny’s attention was focused on her opponent. Which is all that you need to know to account for how Consort’s charmer broke through Beaker’s babe’s defences so easily and straight away.

Ms Bridges did as she had promised and let fly at Ms Leyton’s looks as soon as she was within range, the straight right sliced between the Pa’s uncertain gloves and the blonde spat a short, sharp surprised, “Uhhnn!” as the civil servant’s black gloved fist connected with her chin. The older woman’s advance ground to a halt and the younger woman doubled her success as her follow up clocked the same spot on her opponent, Lynne’s head rocked right back on the axis of her neck as she rocked back on her heels. Penny had boxed enough to take advantage of any gifts that came her way and she let go a stream of jabs above Lynne’s glove line and the highly attractive blonde was pummelled back across the ring, caught by several good blows to her throat, neck and the side of the face Lynne showed her inexperience by swinging wildly at the brunette, which only served to open her up more. She gave the air a hell of a pounding as Penny reddened her cheeks for her; her only success was a good solid left to Penny’s fine breasts. That drew a loud yelp from the white trunked boxer, clearly sensitive in her fine bosom.

Attempting to gain a respite from the heavy onslaught Lynne tried to wrestle her opponent into a head lock; Rita was having none of that and moved in quickly to break it up. Consort could not help but be affected by the sight of that large but erotically attention grabbing arse moving in that tight skirt and he was reminded of their brief liaison, then it had he been doing the grabbing; not that Ms Foskett had held back in her responses. Now here, Rita parted the ladies and unsympathetically snapped at Lynne, “Boxing, not wrestling, understand?” The blonde glared at her and upped her gloves higher this time remembering Penny’s opening salvo as the referee called, “box on!” and Consort felt a surge of pride (amongst other things) as his new girl completely out thought her opponent. Mindful of Ms Leyton’s heightened defences and of being slugged in the breasts, Penny reacted very positively and went after the blonde’s exquisite, gently mobile upper assets.

It was Lynne’s turn to howl aloud as both her mammaries took a shape spoiling clout and she tried to beat a hasty retreat, Penny crowded after her, hurling leather with hardly a defensive thought and it was a shocked, squealing blonde who was bullied into her own corner, taking it in the tits right under the eyes of her lover, trainer and corner man. Humiliated Lynne responded to this bruising of her two most obvious assets and having her back to the wall, so to speak, by throwing leather into her opponent’s unmistakeable feminine torso. Both girls were hammering way at each other with a complete disregard for pain or weariness, and having quite an effect on the audience, when the bell broke it up. Lynne was clearly the more relieved (as well as the more bruised) of the two and sank heavily onto her stool as Penny, with a jubilant upward thrust of both fists into the air, turned and swayed across to her corner.
Consort was delighted, pushing the cool sponge all over girls’ unmarked features, next to him, Joan was less enthusiastic but remained tight lipped she had ensured her hip was tight up against his as the girls fought and he had not pushed her away, far from it. And she had caught the sidelong glances at her bust when he thought she was not looking. Opposite, Heather James was much less reluctant to comment on her partner’s efforts as Beaker far too assiduously in her view towelled down Ms Leyton’s 34Cs and then gently rubbed Vaseline on to the blonde’s bruises. “So what’s happened to the great lesson you were going to teach her?” she snapped, “Jesus, Leyton, she out punched you nearly ten to one! Where I come from they call that a beating! Wasssamatter, aren’t her tits big enough for you to hit?” Beaker said over his shoulder to the jealous woman, “Cut it out!” as Lynne bruised and hurt from what she knew was a lousy opener snarled over his head, “I was good enough to knock the shit out of you, James, you stupid slapper. Don’t worry, prissy little Pen will get hers! Worry about your own fight “partner”!” Then the bell sounded for round two.

The round opened with both fighters seemingly determined to continue the furious pace of the opener, in either corner, each girl’s promoter (and lover) recognised what the ladies did not seem to, that one or both females would burn themselves out long before the bout could get anywhere near its ten round limit. Although both boxers swung wildly at one another only about thirty percent of red or black leather thrown found its mark, Lynne unwound a sweeping hook that might have dislocated Penny’s jaw if it had landed while ms Bridges lunging roundhouse missed Ms Leyton’s nipples which she had hoped to tear under her armpit by a good five inches although Lynne felt the draught through her perky tit tips. Consort cursed, over enthusiasm and visions of herself smashing the blonde to the floor had drawn Penny into the wild slugging game when she had built up a pretty fireproof lead for herself, both real and psychological. It was Leyton who seemed to settle down now, driving a surprise left cross into the side of Bridges’ head and hitting her again over the ear before, as the brunette swayed and thought, too late, about recoiling the blonde homed in with a perfectly weighted right into the centre of Penny’s face.

“Aaarghhh!” rocked on her heels, the brunette stumbled a pace or two then, as Lynne drew back her fist, the girl in white shorts, now visibly clinging to her sweat soaked belly, showed all and sundry the small trickle of red easing its way out of her nostrils. Lynne was cruelly elated and, behind her, her supporters were baying for more, the blonde demonstrated to beaker a sharp boxer’s brain as the Bridges bitch hid her face behind her black mitts she heeded heather’s contemptuous comments and pumped a left and right and left again into Penny’s pale, wobbling double D cups. The brunette’s extended, raggedy howl was followed by her legs buckling all at once, and the more experienced, bigger chested heavier woman was sitting down with a bump and folding over the pain in her large breasts. “Oooooohhh, aaahhhh!” the drawn out moan was very girlish and Lynne could not resist jeering, “Teach you to bring those tart’s knockers into the ring with a real woman!” Rita ordered her to back off but not before she saw Penny looking up at her with tears in her eyes giving her a thrill right from her sexual centre. Rita counted and Penny slowly rose looking pale to stand at eight, Consort was heartened by the way his brunette companion, her pride stung, fought back strongly. Beaker’s blonde was surprised but she took up the challenge and the time ran out with both girls swapping a series of body punches. Back in their corners both were beginning to look the worse for wear, but the knockdown had put a dangerous spring into the step of Ms Leyton although both ladies still had considerable support. Lynne was certain that she had the upper hand and that she had discovered Ms Bridges weakness, those big breasts and she intended to prove it in round three.
When they answered the bell the blonde attacked her opponent hard, going straight for Penny’s bouncing melons, the brunette backed off defending as the other woman scored well to the body, in particular those two overt symbols of her femininity. Covering up Penny blocked Ms Leyton’s next assault and responded with her own attack, scoring painfully on the surprised blonde with a series of looping rights to the head. Beaker’s protégé floundered, her blonde locks spraying as she was handed a throbbing ache in the skull, her response was to hurl wild and optimistic punches at Ms bridges face, hoping to land on that swollen nose or black one of the heavier woman’s eyes. Penny boxed sweetly, remembering everything her man had taught her, ducking and weaving and ensuring Lynne was in more trouble by finding out the blonde’s belly with two, three highly effective hooks cum uppercuts that powered into the interesting part of Lynne’s blood red trunks. “Ooo-oooo-ooofffff!” hammered where she was a woman, under the waistband in he reproductive organs, Lynne folded, pretty well gutted and her gloves desperately protecting her head and pretty face.

Penny had no hesitation in homing in on the woman’s other precious, eye catching area, aiming for Leyton’s visibly stiffened nipples, four solid, shape changing bashes to the breasts later it was the blonde crumpling to the canvas, her head resting, propped on the bottom rope as she sobbed at the pain flowing through her generous tits. For a moment it looked like beaker’s babe would not beat Rita’s count and, though she made it up at nine she looked very unhappy. Equally for a second it seemed as if Consort’s cutie might lack the killer instinct as she appeared to hesitate then her partner Joan with a few well chosen words let Ms bridges know what was expected of her, “Finish the bitch off you stupid slut!” Her hopes lifting at the chance of surviving to the bell, Lynne backed off, deciding to cover her sore and sensitive breasts with her gloves. Realising she was in danger of losing a great opportunity, Penny closed on her and threw a left at her opponent’s boobs to confirm this was now about the state both boxers sexual assets would be in by the end, to offer to their men.

Only, devious bitch that she was, it was a bluff and Lynne fell for it and was totally caught cold by the over head right that suddenly filled her vision as it pounded into her face, specifically the left eye. The blonde let out a loud, heartfelt cry and she was unable to stop Penny powering into her stomach with some hard, testing body blows and she desperately tried to clinch but ms bridges refused the invitation and continued to wade in driving the blonde around the ring with a number of hard blows to the solar plexus. Lynne collapsed to the canvas again, gagging foe air and clutching at her pummelled and penetrated abs, it looked like it was over despite Heather’s yell to her partner to get a grip get up and slug the slut! But bravely the blonde made it up, Rita checked to see if the towel would come in, before stepping back allowing the blonde with spirit to sock Penny in the eye. Despite being rocked back Ms bridges was not to be denied first an uppercut to the jaw snapped Lynne’s head back then under her guard to slap into the under side of her breasts. Lynne staggered, noticeably weakening defending weakly as Penny ripped into her pummelling her softened up solar plexus with two brutal blows before ending it with a knocker crippler right to the crotch. Lynne dropped silently to her knees before crashing face first to the floor finished as Rita began the decisive count. The audience were on their feet cheering the efforts of both women but it was Penny her body glistening with sweat and breasts heaving with her arm held aloft in victory by a kayo putting Consort’s team one up and her into a celebratory kiss with her man as Beaker moved swiftly to comfort the bitterly disappointed Ms Leyton carrying the tear stained blonde to the locker area as her opponent continued to celebrate sexily with her promoter as they retired to their changing room.
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