THE SWEETEST SCIENCE

  Pauline

Another night of boxing at the Mature Ladies Sports Fighting and Fitness Gymnasium where members sign up to compete in wrestling and boxing shows and are randomly matched.

 Marion

There’s a lot of buzz about tonight’s Main Attraction: two bitches who’ve known each other for ages and couldn’t stand each other … from the day they met. They’ve been going at it for years, neither able to secure a firm hold on the other, trading victories and defeats, always hoping the last fight will be the definitive one. It’s a capacity crowd, the Gym sold out in 24 hours.

  Pauline

In the dressing room already stripped and into my fight gear of white trunks with red trim and white boots hand taped just awaiting the referee to check them before my 8oz red gloves are laced and taped in place.

   I glance in the mirror as i wait and then do a little shadow boxing to keep warm my 38d boobs bounce and jiggle as i move as does my slightly plump belly, 5 ft 4 inches tall and 141 pounds I think I don’t look to bad for a member of the over 50s club. My shoulder length slightly frizzy blonde hair hangs loose but is cut in such a way as to not get in my way. Finally the ref arrives checks the gloves watches as they are put on and tied then signs the tape one of the features of the club is a scrupulous sense of fair play and sticking to the rules at least until the bell rings it has been known for some fights to get a little fruity but the audience love it.

  Marion

Butterflies in my tummy in my dressing room for the usual preparations you’ve already outlined. I’m in my signature villainous black trunks trimmed in silver and vintage 8 oz Lonsdale’s … the very same I’ve worn for our last dozen brawls (a more accurate depiction of events). Digging into you always keeps my heart 💜 pumping, should be in the prescription I receive from my doctor every six months. I leave the dressing room ready for our cruel ritual, filled with equal doses of confidence and optimism.

  Pauline

Deciding against using my robe I make my way to the ring with just a plain towel draped across my shoulders. It is hard to contain the nervous excitement as slip through the ropes my nipples giving the game away or maybe the gym is colder than normal either way they are sticking out stiffly as I shadow box in my corner wave at the odd lady supporting me as I wait for the ref to summon me to the middle. Eager for revenge for being beaten last time we met but also a little wary and apprehensive.

  Marion

There she is … unable to contain her excitement, nipples hard as diamonds, her large breasts remarkably firm for their size. The room is buzzing with excitement as I stare you down: we’re the same weight but I’m 3” taller and have the reach advantage. The instructions over, we repair to our corner, my heart racing as I wait for the fateful bell 🔔

  Pauline

Instructions over the ref sends us back to our corners , one last check by my appointed second , that my mouthpiece is in place and that there is a thin layer of grease on my eyebrows . I notice my second is sporting a black eye of her own a souvenir of her own bout earlier in the evening. I turn to face nerves reaching a crescendo and then the bell rings , I slip easily into my orthodox stance and gloves up slightly side on and crouching a little at the waist. My bots make a scuffing noise as move toward the ring entre my eyes on you as i bob and sway closing the distance between us.

  Marion

The stalking begins and true to form you turtle down to get a better aim at my core approaching me with remarkable stealth for our age. Instead, I fight to my noticeable reach advantage staying at a safe distance and keeping you at bay darting stiff lefts and rights to your dome to thwart easy access.

  Pauline

Despite my constant head movement, you still manage to ping me in the face with your jab at long range , stinging and a annoying but not damaging. I know I am going to have to get past that jab somehow to land some scoring shots of my own. There is no shortage of advice from ringside although the "that's it keep her on your jab " I fear is meant for my opponent as I make a darting move forward bobbing my head low hoping to get under that left to fire a quick left and right to the body,. " Got to stop her dancing and using her reach!" I think as I let my hands go.

  Marion

For a while I keep you at bay and the crowd soon falls into a lull until … you spring to action turtling down and thumping the body with a combination hard enough to be clearly heard in the gym and I wince and grimace as the crowd comes alive cheering and i find my distance again seeking to avoid early discomfort and glaring at my old nemesis

  Pauline

Landing a couple of blows settles the nerves but no real damage done as your gracefully skip out of reach again. The crowd urges to close again , the finer points of the noble art lost on them they just want to see one of us spark out on the floor preferably with at least a bloody nose!. I reset My guard roll my shoulders and try to oblige the baying horde( poetic licence as I think a horde is a somewhat larger crowd than the 50 or so ladies ringside). This time as I slide my left foot forward I feint a left towards your belly trying to draw your guard down so I can catch with a sneaky right cross aimed for your left eye.

  Marion

It’s happened dozens of times and it never fails you. You score — dulling my senses — and I bite on your feint like a fool. Sure, enough as your shoulder dips my guard drops and your right cross flies into the pocket of my left eye 👁️ sure to be the beginning of an unseemly shiner I’ll have to disguise with makeup. The cross awakens me, and I trade instinctively — toe to toe — lashing out with a sharp left hook to your offered jaw.

  Pauline

It feels good to find the target but not so good to be caught in close for the response as your left whacks me hard in the side of  the head the opening salvos of the exchange drawing some appreciative "OOs and Ahhs " from the crowd. I am in range and determined to stay there swaying my body slightly to the right as try to reply to your left with one of my own aiming to thud my glove between your swaying boobs as I shuffle in a little closer with a follow up right upper cut aimed at the base of your ribs as i continue to attempt to take some of the wind out of you

  Marion

The crowd is into it now and … so are we awakened by the early rough trade … certainly not enough to dissuade you as you extend the trading conference aiming your shot between my small breasts … sparing them a direct hit but making them dance a jig to everyone’s delight. A bicep 💪 forms on your thick arm and I grunt loud as you bruise my ribs with a right uppercut from hell that wilts me into you, my head flung over your shoulder as I drool down your smooth strong back pelting the sides of your bigger assets with stinging rights and lefts.

  Pauline

Pushing back as you lean on me gasping as you whip short hard digs into either side of my boobs,. The pain concentrates my mind, and I fire another left towards the base of your ribs as i try to use my legs to push you back, leaning forward to make room for another right uppercut hoping to sneak my red leather glove between us and up into your chin.

  Marion

OMG Pauline becomes more of a brawler the older we get and she counters my breast abuse with a bruising low left to the lower ribs that has me howling like a stuck pig … silenced only by a right uppercut that stands me upright contorts my face like a monster and drapes me on the ropes, now bowing at my back as I gather my senses and reset against my frenzied legendary aggressor

  Pauline

As you rock back onto the ropes I press forward sniping with my left fist, once twice towards your face, not wishing to give you any respite I follow the lefts with a sharp right aimed in at your body trying to nail the soft spot below your ribs as I crowd in on urged on by part of the crowd whilst others are shouting advice at you "Clinch Marion" "Hit her back in the tits!" just a couple of the ones from close to the ring.

  Marion

The two lefts to the face have a clear one-word message: domination. And I can tell that it registered with the sender as your nips stiffen considerably at the sight of my cheeks swelling, reddening as my head snaps like a rag doll. unghhhhhhhhhh I wilt into my rival listening to the crowd’s advice. I’d hate to further awaken the veteran tigress 🐯 assaulting her assets: they’re considerably bigger than mine, hence more padded … And so, i clinch, wrapping us tight to buy a moment’s respite to regain my bearings and attempt to at least pause your unremitting abuse.

  Pauline

My arms ensnared by yours I struggle to free them to and resort to shoving harder with my legs and twisting my upper body to rub your bare back on the ropes the only way I can keep the pressure on with you stopping me from getting in any more blows . "Come on Ref ! Get her off me!" I hiss through clenched teeth as I we grapple and strain against the ropes that are bulging outwards, one wrong move could see us both joining the crowd.

  Marion

I succeed in trapping you and the ref, for now, is deaf to your entreaties. Yes, the ropes are bowing in earnest at my back affording me just enough space to slide my vintage gloves — palms up — and scrape your extremely sensitive erect nipples sharply with the coarse laces before shoving you back dismissively by your big trophies 🏆 and sliding out to mid ring.

  Pauline

"Urghh! Bitch !" I hiss as your laces tear painfully across my nipples giving you enough of a distraction to slip away from the ropes. Huffing I turn to follow and bang my gloves together before slipping back into my almost crab like crouch to try and close in again swaying left then right before stabbing a left towards your belly.

  Marion

Smile broadly as I watch your areolas burst with goosebumps from the forced stimulation and manage to stay clear of your swinging left and right. Not as fortunate as that ominous bicep 💪 bulges again and you stuff ufffffffffffffff a brutal low left — cuff deep! — to the gut. As I fold, my lips 👄 graze your fully erect nipples and I stay low and trade to the belly countering your left with an equally vicious left-right, toe to toe.

 Pauline

"Thwap!, thwap!" The sound of hard leather on soft, pale, and sweat slicked skin, is followed by "Ooff, Urgh!" as your gloves dig into my body drawing an involuntary grunt and gasp from my lips. I Sucking it up I press on trying to keep you in range and deny you the use of the ring swaying my body left I shift sharply to my right and stabbing my left up towards your nose then twisting on my hips I try to work my right in under your ribs again hoping to force you into the ropes again

  Marion

I pay the price for infighting with a crushed nose 👃 eyes 👀 watering and your low right pinning me to the ropes once again bowing at my back. But I trade for dear life pistonning a pair of stiff rights to the mouth 👄 and left eye 👁️ to keep you honest.

  Pauline

Science is thrown out the window as we swap blows close to the ropes first your quick fire flurry crushes my lips leaving a taste of blood in my mouth then leather smacks into my left eye twisting my head to the right as I swing my own right first low towards your body then up high i try to nail you in the temple. the crowd now pressing closer to the ringside risking getting splattered with blood and sweat.

  Marion

Two old biddies who can’t get enough of each other banging away! Who could possibly ask more for their money as the tide turns faster than the speed of light as se respond to the severe relentless punishment, neither one of us holding back — as usual — like it was the fight of our lives. The right to my body digs deep and I wince fuelling your fans with cheers of “Finish her!” The second right whiffs overhead as my head dips down to your cleavage with the low blow. I stay low banging into your underbelly with a thundering flurry of lefts and rights aiming to chop the feisty veteran down.

  Pauline

"Urghh!" I gasp as your gloves dig deep into my lower belly stealing my breath away and making me take a backward step for the first time , I snap a left hard towards the middle of your face as I look to back off and catch my breath , my mouth open showing my blood smeared gum shield to the crowd as I try to drag air back into my body

 Marion

I’m on unsteady legs and even though my belly abuse takes a severe toll on you, your counter left drapes me on the ropes, now so acquainted with my back and your supporters approve with a loud collective WHOA!!!

 Pauline

My left lands better than I could hope and despite the pain in my belly and sudden ache in my oxygen starved muscles I shift myself into forward gear again but now flatfooted and not moving so easily . I bunch up y fists and snipe again with my left towards the middle of your face trying to keep you off balance and against the ropes and then i let loose with an overhand right trying to tag you on the side of the jaw before you can get away.

 Marion

Another loud WHOA!!! from your fans as you drive me back yet again with a brutal left that has repeatedly disfigured my face now with a badly swollen left cheek. The overhand right lands like a hammer 🔨 knocking my head down, distorting my features and my saliva dampening the canvas as I loll before you unsteady and doing my darnedest to stay out of harm’s way with no visible success.

 Pauline

You sway on the ropes and I am not sure how much is down to my blows or whether you are just trying to slip away but I have to keep on you downstairs with a left aimed at the waist band of your trunks and then planting my feet and swinging from my hips i lob another right swinging in towards your left temple to keep you off balance.

  Marion

The left to the waistband folds me like laundry and the right whiffs over my lowered head. Desperate times call for desperate measures and I take my chances uncorking a stiff left-right to your unguarded nipples.

  Pauline

Surprised that you don't come after me I reset my guard and move forward again trying to ignore he dull throb in my tits. I hustle forward blowing a bit and not as fluid as I was at the start. I poke a swift left towards your face then dip slightly to my right and try to spear my right glove under your left breast hoping to give your heart a little shock.

 Marion

The left to the face lands flush snapping my head and delighting you it seems as your nipples stiffen in earnest. The right under my small left honey stings, makes me wince , grunt and makes my mammary dance for you… as I respond in kind with my left more on point seeking to crush your aroused right nipple as I hiss “Enjoy!”

  Pauline

"OOW!" I squeak wince and scowl as my nipple is driven inwards and downwards by your glove renewing the throb . Gritting my teeth I shove my left foot forward and stab my left glove out twice first high toward the middle of your face then hooking low to the bottom of your ribs trying to get past your right elbow and hopefully take some more wind from your lungs.

  Marion

MMMMM I hit paydirt and make you howl. Feel the inside of my thighs dampen but my vicarious thrill is dampened by a pair of stiff lefts to my badly swollen face that send me reeling back and a defining devious low right that folds me like a paper napkin wincing in agony!

 Pauline

You go backwards and bend forward at the same time despite my own pain and increasing tiredness I keep after you trying to whip a right uppercut through your guard looking to find your chin and following with another sweeping left hook in at your weakened body.

  Marion

The right uppercut is your money shot of the fight bringing your fans to their feet cheering 📣 as you drape me on the ropes and the sweeping left hook to the body elicits a loud GASP from the crowd (it’s so low it would have cost you a point in a sanctioned fight) as my head drops down to your cleavage and I ventilate your big throbbing boobs

  Pauline

Your head falling forward into my chest kind of crowds me as i am pushing in to keep you against the ropes, I can feel your breath on my boobs but can’t let myself be distracted. Now with my own boobs blocking the route to your head I aim another thumping left up under your navel and hook my right to the base of your left ribs as hard as i can whilst in so close.

 Marion

WHOA !!! The crowd roars as one as you drive — full force — two low blows that undrape me from the ropes and send me crashing to my knees my bowed head pressed to your soaked white trunks, the tart scent of your intimate musk flaring my nostrils 👃 as the count begins.

 Pauline

The ref pushes me away and I punch the air as back into the neutral corner padding, "One... Two.... Three...!" I watch breathing heavily as the ref counts with you down on your knees and the bloodthirsty crowd baying for you to get up to continue the battle.

 Marion

Anybody in her right mind would advise that I stay down given my condition and your resurgence BUT feminine pride is a tricky subject, and I hasten to (stupidly) beat the count and nod my willingness to continue … in spite of emphatic warnings from the seasoned ref.

  Pauline

You beat the count and step forward to a big cheer from your supporters in the crowd and the ref waves me in from the neutral corner. I roll my neck and shoulders and shuffle forward trying to close quickly bobbing low ready to try and slip any wild counter swings as I go low again popping my left out looking to spear it into the logo on waistband of your black trunks.

  Marion

It sounds like a bomb 💣 going off and I wilt to you head flung over your shoulder drooling down your back and the stunned collective gasp 😮 from the crowd is loud as I desperately fling stinging lefts and rights to the mushroomed sides of your pummelled assets.

  Pauline

your head on my shoulder your heavy breathing now on my neck sending shivers down my spine that are swamped by the sting swats from your gloves into my tits . I twist my shoulder in towards you to give myself some room to punch and as you r left goes back to swat my right boob I whip my right up trying smash your smaller boob against your and fore you off me. I am blowing hard and despite the adrenalin flowing through me the blows to my boobs are starting to really hurt and sap my strength.

  Marion

Second bomb 💣 goes off — just as loud — this time under my much smaller left boob almost forcing a paingasm but … Titillating the rowdy crowd as shouts of TITFIGHT!!! are heard and I consider the possibility: you have the bigger trophies, more padding… these thoughts racing thru my mind neither of us retreating as we lean into one another — forehead to forehead — looking to trade in close quarters in the hopes of bringing the other down … decisively

 Pauline

My pale boobs must be bright red and at least a size bigger as you keep swatting them in close like slow motion speed bags. Not sure I can take many more shots there without having to retreat. I bite down on my mouthpiece my eyes pretty much screwed shut against my own pain as i let my hands go trying to inflict more on you with a left in at your belly and another rising right trying to nail your right boob again.

  Marion

GO PAULINE GO!!! your fans roar as the left slips lower than intended, well into the trunks and I almost barf but the rising right is hot, a dominant bicep 💪 forming on your arm before your brutal right puts the finishing touch on my mauled left tit leaving me folded in pain and fully exposed, rowdy crowd expecting mayhem from their veterans my arms hanging limply at my sides

  Pauline

Your hands drop finally giving me some respite from your nagging boob shots. Pushing my left forearm across your chest I try to push you back and bring your chin into range as I twist from the hips to unleash a scything right hook intending to send you either down or into the ropes yt. I

 Marion

Neither. The ropes are badly frayed, and the right hook sends my body thru the middle ropes and clean out of the ring, out cold as the crowd gasps in amazement.

 Pauline

In some confusion the ref orders me to the corner unsure what to do next as you lay outside the ropes on the deck with a small crowd around you. In the end they start to count as I lean on the corner padding my swollen and rapidly bruising boobs heaving as i drag air into my lungs waiting to see if you can get up and return to the ring

  Marion

Get up? Not even for the national Anthem. The ref calls for a stretcher and lifts your arm in victory whispering “roughest defence yet” in your ear.

Pauline

A little concerned as you taken away my celebration is a little muted and make my way to the dressing rooms my body racked with pain and my boobs sore and very painful.

Published: 2025-02-18, viewed 142 times.