Boxing Match

Melissa leaned back in her chair, taking a sip of her iced tea. "C'mon Anna, it'll be fun! Just an exhibition match to raise money for those poor kids." Mrs. G furrowed her brow, her green eyes narrowing skeptically. "I don't know the first thing about boxing, Mel. Wouldn't I get my ass kicked?" "Not at all!" Melissa waved a dismissive hand. "They'll pair you up with a lightweight and tell him to take it easy on you. Besides, with that rockin' bod of yours, you could probably knock him out." She snickered as Mrs. G's cheeks flushed red. Even at fifty, Anna G's body still looked good - long, toned legs, a tight hourglass figure, and full breasts that strained against her silk blouse. "You're terrible," Mrs. G muttered, flashing a reluctant smile. "I'm sure my husband would get a kick out of seeing me prancing around in short-shorts though." "Exactly! Mr.G would love seeing you all sweaty and disheveled in the ring. Just imagine his reaction when you take that robe off..." Mrs.G cleared her throat. "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least try. For the kids, right?" "That's the spirit!" Melissa clapped her hands together. "First rule of boxing - always protect those pretty pearly whites." She leaned across the table, lips curling into a wicked smile. "We'll get you one of those tiny little mouthguards that makes your lips look delightfully kissable..." ---- The crowd roared as Mrs. G stepped into the ring, cheeks flushed. The skimpy sports bikini left little to the imagination, hugging every delicious curve. Catcalls and wolf whistles erupted from the raucous audience. "Lookin' good, Mrs.G!" someone shouted. "Give us a twirl!" She shot a withering glare in their direction, but couldn't hide her smirk. This had seemed like such a silly idea at first, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins made her feel delightfully alive. Mid Mac emerged from the opposite corner, all cocky swagger as he adjusted his headgear. Even in the featherweight class, his muscular physique was intimidating. A few brazen ladies blew kisses his way. Few moments later, the match started, and it was mostly Middy Mac and Mrs.G exchanging light jabs. "Hey Middy Mac!" a drunken voice rang out. "Use her boobs as that punching bag thingy, yeah?" The boxer's eyes widened, but a sly grin spread across his face as he gave an exaggerated nod. Mrs. G's mouth dropped open in shock as Mac sauntered over, throwing a punch at her ample chest. "Mmph… What the hell are you--" She let out a muffled yelp as he began a series of jabs, her breasts jiggling with each punch. The crowd howled with raucous laughter, egging him on. Anger flared in Anna's green eyes as humiliation burned her cheeks. With a fierce shove, she pushed Mac him into the corner, and then got him into clinch. "Think you're real funny, don't you?" she hissed, voice low and dangerous. Mac opened his mouth to respond, but Anna was out for a revenge - she clipped his side with her knee, and they tumbled to the canvas in a tangle of limbs. The crowd erupted into raucous cheers and jeers. "This ain't boxing, it's a damn wrestling match!" someone shouted, eliciting roars of laughter. Mrs. G's heart pounded in her ears, adrenaline surging through her veins. As they grappled on the mat, she felt a hardness pressing against her thigh. Her eyes widened as she realized the boxer was becoming aroused by their scuffle. An unexpected thrill shot through her. "Looks like someone's enjoying this a little too much!" a voice taunted. Mrs. G's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She shifted her hips slightly, which resulted with her grinding against the growing bulge in Mac's trunks. His gloves have fallen during the scuffle, and now he was holding Mrs.G by her waist. The crowd erupted in raucous cheers and catcalls, sensing the growing tension between the two fighters. Mrs. G could feel the heat pooling low in her belly, her own body responding to Mac's arousal. Mrs.G felt Mac's hands pull her towards him and as he ground his hips upward, Mrs.G stifled a gasp, at the sensation of his hardness rubbing against her, the thin fabric of their trunks the only barrier between them. Mrs. G shivered, an unexpected thrill racing down her spine. She shouldn't be doing this, not here, not now - but the way this situation ignited her senses was impossible to ignore. Soon both of their hips were rocking in a primal rhythm, and they were lost in a sensual dance, oblivious to the jeering spectators around them. Mrs. G gasped as she felt Mac's fingers sliding beneath her bikini bottoms, and then shifting the thin fabric aside, baring her intimacy. "Wow, I can see her pussy!" someone shouted. "She likes it! Look at how wet she is!" - another added. "Mac! open the lady more for us!" Mac hooked his arm under Mrs. G's knee, hiking her leg up to show better her glistening core. She squirmed helplessly, her lush body splayed and exposed to the public.. But he didn't stop there - soon the Mac's thumb found her throbbing bud. He rubbed insistent circles over the sensitive nub, coaxing whimpers of pleasure from her throat. When he stopped, Mrs.G looked down, and her eyes widened at the sight of his thick, jutting length bobbing eagerly mere inches from her slick heat. The crowd held its collective breath, the only sound Mrs. G's ragged pants echoing through the hushed arena. All eyes were riveted on the brazen spectacle unfolding in the ring. "Fuck me! Now!" - Mrs.G said, and the cheers started again. A fresh gush of desire flooded Mrs. G's core as the blunt head of Mac's cock prodded her entrance. "I will." - he said - "You're going to take every delicious inch..." With a rolling thrust of his hips, Mac sheathed himself in one slick glide. Mrs. G's eyes fluttered shut as she was exquisitely filled, stretched wide around his thick invasion. The boxer stilled for a moment, letting her acclimate to his size. Then he began to move in slow, sensual strokes, each plunge stoking the smoldering coals of her desire. Mrs. G writhed shamelessly beneath him, hips rolling in time with his thrusts. Sweat beaded on her skin as their movements grew more frenzied, his cock plunging into her molten depths with lewd, wet slaps.