08-06-2008, 02:45 PM
Sensuous Stomach Trouble written by rsp
Her black leather bikini was a little undersized (on top)and wasn't really meant to get wet, but nevertheless she dove in the deep end of my pool and then got out and laid on the side with her feet still in the water, arms above her head, drying in the intense heat of mid-afternoon. Her stomach was sucked in and her ribs were very visible. Her friend, Laurie, was sitting in a lounge chair and watching me as I watched Cindy sunbathing in a most
provocative position.
Both of these women were friendly acquaintances and had seen me in the ring before, and became "fight fans" of mine. Laurie was a pretty knowledgeable boxing fan and Cindy "just liked to see guys get beat up". She especially enjoyed it when I could work over my opponent's stomach with hard punches. She said it "turned her on".
Watching her in that reclining position with her chest and stomach wide open and unprotected turned me on when I thought of how much fun it could to place a few punches into her belly! Laurie then got up and walked over to her and whispered something into Cindy's ear. Cindy didn't move and Laurie came over to me. "We both think it's pretty neat when you beat up a guy in the ring" she said in a very confident tone. "We especially enjoy the hard gut punches". "We want to know what it feels like to be punched in the stomach by a boxer wearing boxing gloves". "Then, we want to find out what it's like to punch a guy in the stomach wearing those same gloves".
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! She was saying exactly what I was thinking! Cindy got up, Laurie followed and we went to my basement-boxing ring without saying a word. I have 8 oz. gloves for bag work and sparring, 6-oz gloves for serious sparring and 12 oz. gloves for fun. "Which gloves do you want to use ?" I asked. "6 oz. all the way" "We want to feel these punches!" Cindy said.
I was wearing a pair of sweat pants, low top tennis shoes and no shirt. Cindy kept her leather bikini bottom on but replaced her top with a cut off T-shirt, exposing her smooth stomach with just a hint of her ribs showing. Laurie decided to wear her white bikini, which really showed off her 38D chest and curvy stomach. She was not fat, just very curvy! I put on the 6-oz gloves and walked over to Laurie to start our stomach punching experiment and she removed her bikini top at the last moment. "As long as you aren't going to wear a shirt, neither am I!" Who am I to argue?
We started out with a few light jabs to her beautiful stomach just to get her used to being punched. It felt great sinking a few jabs into her gut and she responded with only pleasurable moaning after each punch. I began to increase the pressure of each punch and also held them into her gut for a few seconds after each one. It was obvious that Laurie was enjoying this as much as I was. I noticed Cindy was obviously becoming aroused by this scene of escalating stomach torture and soon she was standing next to me and narrating each punch with words and descriptions that were exciting me. Laurie was now back against the ropes with her arms draped over and behind the top rope.
Cindy was issuing instructions to me and pointing to the exact spot she thought should be punched. Cindy also had her left hand around my waist and was sensuously rubbing my stomach with her right hand. It was all I could do to control myself. However, I had no idea of what was to happen next.
Laurie was now moaning in long painful oooooos whenever my fist sunk into her stomach. I asked her if she was ok and she said only to punch harder. Harder? I was already sinking the boxing glove into her belly at least 4 or 5 inches. There was almost no resistance now and with each punch her chest shook and her beautiful breasts rippled with the energy of the boxing glove going deep in her belly. Cindy had now moved around behind me and had both of her arms around my stomach and was running her hands over my bare abs and chest in a way that was hard to resist. This went on for another 5,6,7 punches. The only sounds in the room were our breathing, the sound of a deep thud as I hit Laurie's Stomach again and again, her painful and weak words of "oh my belly" and "my stuummmiicck".
"Turn around" she said. I did and found her standing there saying: Now it's your turn. This wasn't our deal, and as I looked at her cut-off T-shirt and bare belly, I began to sense movement behind me. Before I could move, Laurie had stood up and grabbed me by the hair. She pulled me back to the turnbuckle and Cindy produced a pair of handcuffs from her bikini bottom and cuffed my arms behind me with the turnbuckle against my bare back. This
was not going exactly as planned, I thought. How did Laurie recover so quickly? I had a moment to think and was distracted somewhat by Laurie rubbing her smooth stomach and trying to shake off the last bit of pain that still remained in her belly. All at once two tennis shoe clad feet came flying at me and both landed unbelievably hard into my stomach. But the worst was yet to come'
Her black leather bikini was a little undersized (on top)and wasn't really meant to get wet, but nevertheless she dove in the deep end of my pool and then got out and laid on the side with her feet still in the water, arms above her head, drying in the intense heat of mid-afternoon. Her stomach was sucked in and her ribs were very visible. Her friend, Laurie, was sitting in a lounge chair and watching me as I watched Cindy sunbathing in a most
provocative position.
Both of these women were friendly acquaintances and had seen me in the ring before, and became "fight fans" of mine. Laurie was a pretty knowledgeable boxing fan and Cindy "just liked to see guys get beat up". She especially enjoyed it when I could work over my opponent's stomach with hard punches. She said it "turned her on".
Watching her in that reclining position with her chest and stomach wide open and unprotected turned me on when I thought of how much fun it could to place a few punches into her belly! Laurie then got up and walked over to her and whispered something into Cindy's ear. Cindy didn't move and Laurie came over to me. "We both think it's pretty neat when you beat up a guy in the ring" she said in a very confident tone. "We especially enjoy the hard gut punches". "We want to know what it feels like to be punched in the stomach by a boxer wearing boxing gloves". "Then, we want to find out what it's like to punch a guy in the stomach wearing those same gloves".
I couldn't believe what I was hearing! She was saying exactly what I was thinking! Cindy got up, Laurie followed and we went to my basement-boxing ring without saying a word. I have 8 oz. gloves for bag work and sparring, 6-oz gloves for serious sparring and 12 oz. gloves for fun. "Which gloves do you want to use ?" I asked. "6 oz. all the way" "We want to feel these punches!" Cindy said.
I was wearing a pair of sweat pants, low top tennis shoes and no shirt. Cindy kept her leather bikini bottom on but replaced her top with a cut off T-shirt, exposing her smooth stomach with just a hint of her ribs showing. Laurie decided to wear her white bikini, which really showed off her 38D chest and curvy stomach. She was not fat, just very curvy! I put on the 6-oz gloves and walked over to Laurie to start our stomach punching experiment and she removed her bikini top at the last moment. "As long as you aren't going to wear a shirt, neither am I!" Who am I to argue?
We started out with a few light jabs to her beautiful stomach just to get her used to being punched. It felt great sinking a few jabs into her gut and she responded with only pleasurable moaning after each punch. I began to increase the pressure of each punch and also held them into her gut for a few seconds after each one. It was obvious that Laurie was enjoying this as much as I was. I noticed Cindy was obviously becoming aroused by this scene of escalating stomach torture and soon she was standing next to me and narrating each punch with words and descriptions that were exciting me. Laurie was now back against the ropes with her arms draped over and behind the top rope.
Cindy was issuing instructions to me and pointing to the exact spot she thought should be punched. Cindy also had her left hand around my waist and was sensuously rubbing my stomach with her right hand. It was all I could do to control myself. However, I had no idea of what was to happen next.
Laurie was now moaning in long painful oooooos whenever my fist sunk into her stomach. I asked her if she was ok and she said only to punch harder. Harder? I was already sinking the boxing glove into her belly at least 4 or 5 inches. There was almost no resistance now and with each punch her chest shook and her beautiful breasts rippled with the energy of the boxing glove going deep in her belly. Cindy had now moved around behind me and had both of her arms around my stomach and was running her hands over my bare abs and chest in a way that was hard to resist. This went on for another 5,6,7 punches. The only sounds in the room were our breathing, the sound of a deep thud as I hit Laurie's Stomach again and again, her painful and weak words of "oh my belly" and "my stuummmiicck".
"Turn around" she said. I did and found her standing there saying: Now it's your turn. This wasn't our deal, and as I looked at her cut-off T-shirt and bare belly, I began to sense movement behind me. Before I could move, Laurie had stood up and grabbed me by the hair. She pulled me back to the turnbuckle and Cindy produced a pair of handcuffs from her bikini bottom and cuffed my arms behind me with the turnbuckle against my bare back. This
was not going exactly as planned, I thought. How did Laurie recover so quickly? I had a moment to think and was distracted somewhat by Laurie rubbing her smooth stomach and trying to shake off the last bit of pain that still remained in her belly. All at once two tennis shoe clad feet came flying at me and both landed unbelievably hard into my stomach. But the worst was yet to come'