Merry Christmas, honey!

Mixed boxing, 145 pictures 1920*1080 (FullHD), completely CFNM. Bloody, very bloody action!

“Let’s open our prezzies!” Suzie exclaimed, early Christmas morning, clapping her hands. At 21 she had not grown out of her enthusiasm for Christmas.

“Yes all right,” Dave, her boyfriend, consented. “You first.”

“I’m going to open the mystery one!”

A parcel had arrived, addressed to “Suzy”, a few days before. She eagerly ripped the packaging off, hurling it everywhere in her impatience. But then her face fell as she discovered what it was and who had sent it. “Oh,” she remarked flatly.

“What’s wrong?” asked Dave, going to look at the present. When he saw what it was he gasped. “What the - ?”

A card attached to the box explained it: “To Suzy, from the girls at the gym. A new pair of gloves, after Tony damaged your last one with his chin.”

“Boxing gloves?” demanded Dave, “You tell you do aerobics at the gym.”

“So I do,” Suzy protested, thinking to herself, “If the ring’s already taken.”

“So what’s with the boxing gloves? And who’s this Tony?”

Suzy sat down, thought for a moment, and decided to tell Dave the secret she had been keeping for more than a year.

“Well yes, I do box. I started it as a bit of a giggle over a year ago, and everyone said I had a natural talent. The aerobics helps. It makes your body supple and able to react quickly. Some of the girls like to spar with me for practice and to get fit, but they don’t want to fight properly. But the reaction of the boys is fascinating! They don’t like a girl who can box, but they can’t leave the subject alone either. That’s where this Tony comes in.

I wasn’t at the gym at the time, but he and some of the other boys got to arguing with the girls about me. The boys were “explaining” to the girls that, sure, I may be quick and adaptable, but I couldn’t have the stamina of a man. I’d soon tire, they said. Plus, no amount of speed and agility could make up for simple strength … you know, all the usual male complacency. The girls told me that Tony, in particular, was unbearably smug. Anyway, one of them couldn’t stand it any longer and she told him, ‘Suzy could beat you any day!’ One of the girls suggested they ask me if I’d agree to fight him, and that put him in an awkward position. If he refused, he’d look like a coward and a hypocrite; if he accepted he’d be taking on a girl, which obviously made him uncomfortable.

One of the girls asked me if I’d agree to it. I gave it some thought, and decided that I’d love to humiliate that Tony, so I accepted. We agreed a date, and I set to training really hard. Do you remember that time when I came in night after night and went straight to bed?”

“Yes.”

“Well that was while I was training. There again, if Tony took to training everyone would have laughed at him, and told him he took the idea of a fight with me seriously after all. There was some debate among us girls as to what I should wear. One of them suggested boxing shorts and a sports bra. ‘Nah,’ jeered Zoe, ‘Get her looking sexy, and it’ll put him off.’ We all agreed, and I bought that neat little blue leotard that you like so much.”

“You fought in that?” For the second time that morning, Dave gasped.

“Well yes. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” he lied. In fact he found the idea arousing, to his surprise.

“When the day came I felt this strange excitement – you know, I was sort of turned on by the thought of fighting a guy. I can only guess what Tony thought. He didn’t look happy as we stepped into the ring though, and come to that none of the boys did. All the girls were cheering me on and calling out encouragement, but the boys were largely quiet. I couldn’t wait to get started!

We met in the middle of the ring, and Tony asked me if I wanted to carry on with it. I punched him hard in the mouth, and the girls went wild! ‘She’s drawn blood!’ I heard one of them shout. Tony swore and put his guard up, so I caught him with a nasty one to the stomach with my left, and followed it up with my right to his kidney. He tried a few jabs at me, but he was clumsy and slow. When he was fully stretched after an attempted haymaker, that kidney area that I’d already hit was exposed, so I helped myself. He yelped and bent to the side, so I hooked him on the ear, nearly having him over, as he was already leaning that way.

He was in trouble, we both knew it. I was taken over by the will to win. I feinted at his ear again; he moved to deflect it, and I caught him in the stomach, making him cough. I had him on the ropes now, and I was able to set about him freely. I got him in the eye, then in the mouth again, and then on the jaw. I was loving it! It gave me such a thrill to be beating up a man. He was dazed, and his eyes were glazing over. I left off for a moment, giving him time to recover a little. He came off the ropes and looked at me questioningly. My answer was a massive right uppercut that tore my glove and knocked him out. Do you remember that night when I got home and had to have sex?”

“Yes, you ruined my shirt and trousers, tearing them off me.”

“Well it was just after that fight. I can’t describe the sexual excitement I got from delivering that last punch, and watching a grown man tumble onto his back in defeat. Hey, come on, let’s go to the gym and have a spar! I’ve got the keys.”

So it was that that Suzy and Dave walked the short distance to the gym, Suzy excited and Dave wondering how he’d got himself into this situation. He wasn’t at all happy, and he’d have been unhappier still if he’d known Suzy had taken his shorts out of his sports bag when he wasn’t looking. Needless to say, she had her blue leotard with her.

“Hey, where are my shorts?” demanded Dave, having removed his clothes in the gym.

“How should I know? I think you left them behind on purpose, because you’re scared even to spar with me. You’ll just have to do it without them. Oh look! I packed my Santa hat!”

“Fuck your Santa hat! I’m not doing this naked.”

“That’s it, you deliberately left your shorts behind to get out of this, didn’t you? You’re scared you’ll be humiliated by your girlfriend.”

“I’ve had enough of this – and you. I’ve a good mind to take you into that ring and teach you some modesty, even if I am naked.”

It was working perfectly for Suzy. She wanted a competition. It excited her. She shimmied into her leotard, and Dave could see how stimulated she was. Her nipples were digging into the thin material. It really did accentuate her sexy body altogether, and emphasised the narrowness of her waist, and her shapely, curvy bottom.

They entered the ring and circled each other. Although Dave was angry by now, he seemed reluctant to hit first. Not so Suzy! She struck firmly and low at Dave’s stomach. Yes, that hurt, she could tell. He was no boxer either, that was obvious. She hit his chest then his kidney, while he was still trying to recover from the stomach punch. But what was that against his back? He turned slightly and realised she’d got him into a corner already. Turning back he moved straight into a sharp right from Suzy into his mouth and nose. Once again, she’d drawn blood with her first face punch. She now retreated into the middle of the ring, appearing to give him a chance.

It was deceptive. Dave groaned as a second punch struck his stomach; then yelped as she hit his groin. He hadn’t expected that! The worst of it was she was enjoying herself. She laughed as a right hook homed into his jaw, jolting him sideways and backwards. At the same time, there was something about his voluptuous fighting girlfriend that he found arousing. Despite himself, he was getting an erection. Artfully, Suzy inserted her smooth thigh between his legs, so that it rubbed against his manhood, and punched him, back- hand, in the face.

A superb left cross from her had him back in a corner- indeed if it hadn’t been there, it would have had him on the floor. His head shot back, the rest of his body following, only to be propped up by that now familiar corner. Curiously, he realised he was now fully erect. There was something about his petite girlfriend fighting fiercely, and defeating him, that sent the blood throbbing through his body.

But she was also a cheat. She grabbed his balls, and he roared in pain.

“What’s the matter?” she teased, “You usually like it when I do that.”

She was out of control now, kneeing him in the groin. But then he understood how she could have knocked Tony out with an uppercut. It may have been the most deadly punch in her armoury – either that, or she’d already weakened him. Worst of all, she was able to synchronise a punch with a knee to the groin.

She downed him in a frenzy of knees, punches, and now kicks. He lay on his back, and she moved to finish the fight quickly. She sat just above his groin and punched his face.

“She’s beaten me,” thought Tony, as her left fist hammered into his ear. “My slender, light girlfriend is beating me up. I’m heavier and stronger than she is, yet here she is on top of me, and I’m helpless … Oh God, I’m going to cum!”

It may have ruined his Christmas, but it did wonders for their sex life in the New Year!