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Blow-by-Blow Boxing: Laine's Blowout Victory

Roland Guiscard is © Himself, all other characters © Tetsuo

Laine bopped her dark blue boxing gloves together, the big pink kissy-lips painted on them making firm contact as the soft foam and leather collided. The vixen had never been considered much of a fighter, indeed if she ever won a match it was never due to her boxing skill but rather the fact that her tits distracted her opponent into making a fatal mistake. While Laine was certainly loved and respected by her friends at Tetsuo's Gym, she had never risen past the rank of "sexy entertainment" when it came to the ring, and part of her resented that. Deep down, she wanted just one big victory, one surprise turnaround that couldn't be credited to her opponent's clumsiness or negligence. And she was going to get that victory today, against Heather.

Laine brushed her auburn hair out of her eyes, getting a good look at Heather. Heather wasn't the best boxer in the gym, she wasn't even the best among all the other bunnies, but she was respected. She had competed in (and won) a number of "serious" bouts, where her clothes stayed on and her opponent went down due to a knockout, not a desire to lick Heather's pussy. While she had shifted to more of the "entertainment" boxing over the years, her white gloves were still used to put down lower-ranked opponents on a regular basis, and she had floored Laine many a time. Even when they were just doing a Costume Boxing or Topless Tussle fight, Heather never missed an opportunity to make Laine kiss the canvas. She had even knocked the gym's champion, Tank, out once, a fact that she reminded Laine of whenever their comparative skills came up. But Laine had been training with Tank for over a month now, and in any event, she knew she had a distinct advantage over her gray-furred, gray-haired opponent.

This wasn't going to be an ordinary boxing match. In an attempt to please both the hardcore boxing fans and those who only showed up for the topless matches, the managers had come up with a new format: Blow-By-Blow boxing. It was a delightful mix of brutal violence and aggressive fellatio, in which the winner could be determined not only by a knockout but by "winning the ref," i.e. by getting the referee to cum. Neither would be easy, seeing as the boxing would be rough and the blowjob would have to be done without the removal of the gloves, but Laine knew she had an advantage. Not because her frequent lover and de-facto boyfriend Merric was the referee, but because she knew deep down that she had the best muzzle in the entire gym. Nobody else even came close. All she would have to do is send Heather down or have a clear lead at the end of each round so that she could get a chance at Merric's cock. Heather was much too tough for Laine to knockout, but she knew that she could win Merric over, given enough time.

Merric walked to the center of the ring, wearing only his shoes and a referee shirt. His flaccid black length bounced in front of him as he walked, and Laine couldn't help but lick her lips. She couldn't wait to get started on it, and was even looking forward to how messy and sloppy things would get without the use of her hands. A microphone descended from the ceiling into Merric's hand, and he grabbed it, holding it up to his lips to announce.

"In this corner, in the blue shorts, the underdog vixen with the hottest tits in town, Laine!" shouted Merric. He had never been asked to announce before and while his pronunciation wasn't perfect, he certainly did draw the crowd's attention. When Laine rose to her feet she struck a few poses, making sure that the ringside cameras got good shots of her tits and ass. The first few rows of seats paid a double rate, and Laine wanted to make sure they got their money's worth. Seeing as neither she nor Heather were wearing anything to cover their tits, she was pretty sure they were.

"And in this corner, in the white shorts, the reigning champion of our entertainment division, Heather!" said Merric. Heather rose to more cheers, flashing cameras and waving signs, striking a few poses as well. Heather was no less popular than Laine, and her fans practically climbed over one another trying to get in for a better look.

"Now girls, the rules are simple," said Merric. Of course, Laine, Heather, and the whole audience already knew all the rules, but this was all part of getting the crowd riled up. The anticipation was getting to Laine, though, and as she saw Heather clap her gloves and throw out a few swift practice punches Laine's self confidence began to crumble. "You can win by a knockout or submission, but every time one girl goes down, the other girl goes down, only on me, for one full minute, and the round ends once she's finished. If I cum in her mouth, or on her tits, or anywhere at all, then she wins right then and there, but she can't use any part of her body other than her mouth and lips. At the end of each round, our panel of judges will select a winner of that round, and the winner gets another chance to blow me off, so to speak, but only for thirty seconds. You have five rounds to pull of either type of victory. Touch gloves, then begin fighting at the bell. May the best girl win!"

The judge panel consisted of Tank, Juniper and Ian, all fellow gym members and all friends to both Heather and Laine. Tank, Juniper and Ian had all competed professionally many times in their lives, and they weren't going to give Laine any easy chances. She knew that if she was going to earn any of the between-round chances, she would need to really show them how good she had become. This was her one chance to shine!

Laine and Heather touched gloves as Merric stepped back, giving them room to fight. Laine was used to coming out of the corner rather than starting in the center, and she was nearly caught off guard by Heather's first flurry of punches. Heather lacked arm strength, but she made up for it with incredible speed and aggression, which is how

she was able to defeat bigger, stronger opponents like Tank or Ian. Laine struggled to block, retreating back a little at first and then shifting side to side, forcing Heather to chase her around the ring. This wasn't good, even if Laine didn't get knocked out, she wouldn't win a turn at Merric.

Laine took a sharp step to the left, and then let one of her punches fly. She hadn't bothered to aim it well, but through either sheer luck or unintended skill she managed to strike Heather firmly in the breadbasket. Laine's punch wasn't perfect, but as Heather had been advancing on Laine their combined velocity really brought the punch home. Heather wasn't hurt, but she was stunned for a bit, and Laine came in hard, trying to press her advantage.

Just as it seemed that the tables might turn, though, the bell sounded. Had it been two minutes already? Laine had been so busy trying to duck and weave that she hadn't noticed. Laine glumly slouched back to her corner, frustrated that the bell had come in right when she was about to turn the tables on things. She looked to the judges table, only minimally hopeful. Tank, Juniper and Ian would choose the round's winner based on overall aggression and performance, and that meant that Heather was the clear winner of Round 1.

"After a brief deliberation," said Tank into his microphone. "We have concluded that Heather is the clear winner of Round 1. She has thirty seconds to blow the ref." Heather walked out of her corner, still panting from the exertion but shaking her hips and tits for the audience. It really got Laine's dander up. Laine knew that Heather was just trying to please the crowd, but her little hip wiggles seemed to just add insult to injury for Laine.

Merric came out from one of the neutral corners, getting into the center of the ring so all of the cameras could focus in on him. Heather cooed and dropped to her knees, resting her gloved hands on Merric's thighs. She nibbled at his shaft a little bit, working with her lips at first and then very gingerly with her teeth. Merric shuddered, cooing lightly and resting his hands on Heather's ears as she took him into her mouth. She sucked slowly for a bit, moving her tongue around and around, then began to slide down his length, working to slick things up a bit. Merric was already hard as a rock, but it would be quite some time before Heather managed to get him to

blow his load.

The bell sounded before Heather could go any further, though. Merric pulled back sharply, but Laine could see the reluctance on his face. It certainly wasn't any fun to cut a blowjob so abruptly and artificially short, after all, but it wouldn't be fair if he just stayed their and let Heather suck her way to victory. Laine needed a second chance, after all, and besides, they had another forty minutes of program time to fill!

The second round went much like the first, with Heather dominating through speed and Laine just trying to keep from getting knocked out. As this went on, though, Laine noticed something.

Heather was getting tired. While Laine had sat on her chair to catch her breath, Heather had needed to get up and show off for the crowd, sucking and working Merric and getting no rest at all. Add to that the fact that Laine was forcing Heather to run and chase while sending out a blinding flurry of punches and it was clear that Heather was running on a short clock. Heather might be stronger and faster than Laine, but Laine knew she had a big endurance advantage. After all, it wasn't Heather who was the last one still horny and standing after the big Christmas party! Laine was still ready to go

even when half of the rest of the gym had fallen asleep!

The bell ended the second round and Laine returned to her seat, but she wasn't at all upset when the judges handed round 2 to Heather. The bunny was still hopping and shaking when she came up to Merric, but Laine could tell that Heather was getting tired. Heather sucked and slurped away at Merric, his massive length flopping around inside her muzzle, but her gusto was gone. She wasn't working with her lips and tongue as much, but rather bobbing aggressively as she tried to bring Merric closer to a conclusion as quickly as possible. It wasn't helping that he had gone a little soft during the round, though, and in any event thirty seconds wasn't enough time to do much.

Heather was visibly out of breath as the third round started, but she still managed to dodge Laine's punches. Laine was a lot better than she had been, and her form was pretty close to perfect, but she lacked the speed to get past Heather's defense. She kept at it though, and whenever Heather's flurry of punches began to waver or flicker Laine threw in a strong punch or two. Her arms ached, and Heather managed to get a firm cross right on Laine's kisser, but Laine ignored the pain and kept pressing. Soon it was Heather who was on the retreat, and though she still managed to hit Laine in the stomach a few times, when the round was over Laine knew it would go to her.

"The judges have decided that Laine has won the match," Juniper stated into the microphone. "It was a close decision, but it was clear that Laine was on the offensive at the bell and we believe that the match was shifting towards her." Laine could barely contain her excitement as she practically bounced to the center of the ring, where Merric stood bouncing his cock in his hand. He was hard and wet, but not dripping, seeing as he'd had so little attention thus

far. But Laine knew what to do, and she knew how to work things hard.

Though she was tired, Laine jammed herself onto Merric's cock with great gusto, sucking and slurping as hard as she could. Merric groaned, his eyes almost crossing as Laine brought her suction to bear. Laine was in her element now, and she jammed herself hard onto his length, moaning and twisting this way and that as her spittle and his precum splattered all over her face.

Laine was keeping count of the time in her head, and just before the bell sounded she jammed Merric all the way into her muzzle, her throat swallowing and sucking on him as she worked the underside with

her tongue. It was all poor Merric could do to keep on his feet under such an assault, and when the bell rang, it was all he could do to pull himself away. Laine grinned and licked her lips as Merric stumbled back to the side, trying to fit in a quick breather before the round started. Laine licked her lips and got to her feet, striking a pose and letting everyone know that she was ready to go the distance.

Round four went badly for the now visibly tired Heather. Laine's aggressiveness came at a cost to her defense and Heather had no trouble landing blows, but Laine was so driven and Heather so tired that they didn't seem to matter much. Even when Heather managed to surprise Laine with an uppercut, it hardly staggered Laine for more than a few seconds. Laine was in the zone now, and all she had to do was keep pressing to go for a victory.

Without warning, Heather collapsed in a heap onto the canvas after one of Laine's straight rights managed to hit her firm on the kisser. Laine was so surprised that she almost tripped over Heather, but Heather gladly moved herself to her corner, gasping as she was given some water to swish and spit. Laine struck a quick victory pose and took some deep breaths, her chest heaving as Merric sauntered up to her. His dick was still rock hard and was now dripping visibly, and he was so eager to have Laine work on him some more that he practically grabbed her head and forced it down when the time came. Laine didn't mind, though. She loved his enthusiasm, and knew him well enough to know that he was getting close to a climax. His body was crying out for it, and Laine couldn't wait to give it to him.

A full minute wasn't enough to set him off just yet, of course, but it was certainly enough time to get him good and going again. She sucked and slurped on him greedily, popping off to move this way and that on his length. Things were getting messy now, and Laine's face became quite sloppy as she moved down to work his balls into her mouth, but she was loving every bit of it. She slid up and down his length with her tongue, working and sucking on him as she kissed and licked his tip. She was just about to throat him when the bell rang again, but she knew it wouldn't be that much longer.

Round five was downright disastrous for poor Heather. She had learned to fear Laine's slow-and-steady assault by now, but defending herself from Laine didn't really help her to win, it just kept her from losing. She was exhausted and clearly not having fun anymore, and her former haughty confidence had been replaced by the realization that she was not fighting the goofy, untrained Laine she was used to.

Laine pressed her advantage, the closeness of her victory driving her to greater and greater effort. She planted blow after blow on Heather, but none of them were enough to knock the bunny down. Still, when the bell sounded and Laine retreated to her corner, she could tell that Heather was glad the bout wasn't going to continue. It was all she could do to keep herself sitting on her corner stool instead of falling down onto the canvas for a nap.

Laine sat up straight and proud, her tits sticking out as the judges leaned into the microphone. She hadn't quite won just yet, but really, all that was left was the formalities. Ian stood up to make the pronouncement, holding the microphone in his hand. "We have decided that Laine has won the fifth round and had a clear lead at that point," he said. "In the absence of a knockout, Laine now has

five minutes to blow the ref."

Merric looked like he couldn't be happier, and he marched to the middle of the ring, his erect cock bouncing and dripping moisture all the way. Laine sauntered out, giving the audience some strong tit shots as she moved. Tired as she was, she still wanted to please the crowd, and she gave them plenty to look at as she moved to her knees in front of Merric.

Laine knew she was on the clock, but with five minutes she had plenty of time to get Merric over the edge. She gently licked and slurped on his length, working him gently with her lips and tongue before plunging all the way down, sliding him into her throat. Merric had been wanting it for quite some time now, and worked up as he was he had to struggle to keep things under control. Laine played with him a bit, tempting him to hump her face or otherwise drive home his enthusiasm, but he managed to keep from going over the edge.

When the clock hit the four minute mark Laine stopped playing around, and as she sucked as hard as she could she felt Merric's thick, sticky seed splattering deep into her maw. She guzzled a bit, letting it slide down her throat, but she kept enough on her tongue and cheeks to show the crowd and the cameras. She bent forward as Merric gasped for breath, opening her mouth and letting everyone see.

Heather staggered forward a bit, giving Laine a hug and a kiss on the cheek to show there were no hard feelings. "You really gave me a pounding out there," said Heather. "I guess I need to go back and train some more." Laine gave Heather a hug and a kiss in return, swallowing before she continued.

"Don't underestimate me when I decide I really want something," said Laine. "I trained every day for months just for this bout. Ask anyone in the gym!"

"I thought that was just you being yourself, what with all the cock sucking and all," said Heather. "But still, you deserve this victory. You go have fun, I need to sit down."

"No you don't," said Tank. He and the other judges had crawled up onto the canvas, and they had surrounded Heather while she talked with Laine. "We've got a lot of time to fill, and these good people

paid good money to be entertained."

"Besides, you shouldn't go home empty handed," said Ian. He pulled down his shorts, letting his boner pop out and bounce a few times. The other judges did likewise. Heather gulped. "Don't worry, we'll take it slow and easy, we know you're tired."

"Just don't expect us to take turns," said Juniper. "I know I've gotten pretty worked up watching Laine secure her victory. I doubt

any of us will be much for waiting." Heather didn't know whether to be afraid or aroused, and the look on her face made Laine giggle.

"No hard feelings, Heather," said Laine. "I'll see you in the showers!" She put an arm around Merric and kissed him as he helped her exit the ring, the crowd cheering and snapping photos as she walked. She had won, fair and square! No one could challenge that fact, and she would finally have a trophy with her name on it in the gym's case. The thrill of the victory was intoxicating, and she had never known winning could feel so good. As Merric groped her ass and pushed her down the hall, she grinned. There would doubtless be more matches of this type to come, as popular as they were with the crowds. She would have to defend her championship title again soon. She would need to be ready, and that meant practice. Lots and lots of long, hard practice. She giggled. This was going to be good.