CINDY'S NIGHT "OUT": A KAYO BOXING STORY: Busty Cindy gets taught a

lesson after trying to steal another woman's husband: By Gun.

Cindy was an absolutely georgeous woman in her early thirties,who lived

next door with her husband, Rob who was often out of town. She was about

5'10, and totally voluptous: slender, but with a figure of about

42(DD-Cup Bra)--26--34. Long tanned legs, beautiful brunette hair, blue

eyes and a stunning face. But when her husband was out of town,

sometimes I saw another man invited into her house, although I didn't

know who he was until this Friday.

Often I would drive Cindy to the grocery store on Saturdays, and help

her out with her groceries. It was just a pleasure to be around her, she

was sexy and flirted all the time, but of course, would have nothing to

do with me sex-wise, or I thought.

I saw her in front of her house Friday and asked if she wanted me to

help her with her groceries next day. She said, well, yes, but there was

something else, too. Could I drive her somewhere tonight? I said yes,

wondering what. She was ready for me to get into her car when I rang her

doorbell. She told me where to drive. She said, "Well, this is going to

be interesting." I asked why, and she told me. A woman named Paula had

accused her of having an affair with her husband and wanted her to come

to her house to "have it out." Cindy assumed there might be some kind of

fighting involved; cat-fight, or perhaps wrestling, and so she had worn

sneakers, and a white sweater and a little pleated blue skirt. She was a

pretty big woman and , "didin't really expect any trouble," but wanted

me to come along, "just in case." Besides, Cindy said, Paula had told

her that one "second" would be permitted.

We arrived at Paula's and were greeted by Cissy, who was Paula's

"second." She led us into the well lit backyard where there was a boxing

ring set up. Two pair of big purplish-brown boxing gloves hung on the

ropes. Paula was in the ring and motioned for us to come up.

Paula was a shorter woman about the same age as Cindy, with short red

hair and a nice figure, but with nothing of those 42 DD's Cindy sported.

" I know you've been fucking Jake," she said, so here's the deal: We

box. The winner gets him and the loser doesn't see him again. Cissy will

video-tape the match. Your friend here can referee. And, Cissy siad, we

box topless."

Cindy looked confused and nervous. "Look, she said, I thought you said

we were going to have it out; that there'd maybe be some arguing and..."

"Honey, you want to chicken out, go ahead, but as You can see, Cissy is

already taping this, and I'll have a copy of your chickening out all

around town." Cindy was really bewildered now. "Well, Alex, what do you

think?" cindy asked tenatively.

I said, "You're here, you might as well fight it out." Cindy didn't seem

to like this reply, but nodded. Paula said, well, take off that sweater

and bra--you can hang them on the ropes over there." Cindy did as she

was told, looking sort of nervous. I could not get over the size of

Cindy's tits; they were just huge and full and hung slightly with huge

purple-brown nipples the same color as the boxing gloves. I laced the

gloves on Paula and then on Cindy and they went to their corners. I

don't think Cindy knew what to expect, but she soon found out. Cissy

rang the bell and the fight was on. Paula came out to the center of the

ring and circled Cindy, who looked unsure. She punched her hard in the

arm and Cindy winced and stepped away. Paula continued circling Cindy

for the first two minutes of the round, throwing punches that just

nearly missed, and laughing at her, taunting, "C'mon, mis big boobs,

does my husband like sucking those? Are you ready to take a little

nappy-poo?" Cindy finally got the courage to take a big windmill swing

at Paula, who easily, ducked it. "Okay, miss big tits," Paula said, now

you're in for it."

With that Paula socked Cindy with a huge right hook that landed on her

ear! It knocked her wobbling across the ring and obviously rang her

bell, too. Cindy tried to steady herself on the ropes, and shook her

head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Paula then marched up and unleashed

two wicked hooks, left and right, which blackened bothCindy's eyes.

Whap! Smack!. Cindy bounced off the ropes, only to be met with a lovely

uppercut to the chin which literally knocked her silly!

The punch had a delayed effect. Cindy had her glove on the top rope,

trying to steady her buckling legs; Paula was about to sock her again,

but then Cindy got a totally puzzled look on her face, like "What

the...?" and then her big blue eyes began to cross right into each other

and she got a big stupid smile on her face and plopped down on her fat

georgeous ass!

I got in between Paula and Cindy, who would have toppled backwards

spread-eagle, except the middle rope was propping her up. She was

totally knocked out! Her eyes had uncrossed, more or less, but were

vacant and glassy and she had that far-away look of a boxer who is

"listing to the birdies" You could almost see the stars orbiting her

head! Her mouth was hanging open and she had begun to drool a little.

Cindy had been knocked ga-ga!

"Might as well count her out" Paula said cheerfully. It was totally

unnecessary, but I did it anyway; the look in Paula's eye suggested that

she might make ME put on the gloves if I didn't. So I began to count,

but Cindy didn't move a muscle and was limp as a cooked noodle, with her

boxing gloves also limp at her sides. At "5" I noticed a little puddle

of pee coming from beneath her pleated skirt. Paula had literally

"Knocked the Piss" out of poor Cindy! Also, here eyes were slightly

swollen and beet red, assuring her a lovely pair of shiners next day.

After I said "10--your Out!" I began to pinch Cindy's cheeks to bring

her to. Cissy was still filming but I heard her say to me, " From what I

see, you might want to pinch something else--besides, it'll be a far

more pleasant way for her to come around." I didn't know what she was

talking about, until I glanced down at Cindy's big tits--her nipples had

puckered and stiffend and were standing out like bottle-stoppers. I did

as I was told and began pulling and gently pinching Cindy's nipples. She

seemed to be trying to smile. I pulled and pinched for several minutes

and she seemed to come around a little and began to murmer and babble to

herself incoherently:

"Ummm....wha' happn'?...what time is it? Springtime?...soooooo many

little birdies...nighttime? soooo many little stars....big

..thick..dick....Ohoooo, sooo dizzy..." I continued to pinch and pull

and Cindy continued to babble thickly to herself, " Ohhh ..tha' feel

sooo gooood...wow...where am I? ....ohoooo, ma' nipples....every'thin's

goin' round an' round...wha' happn....Cindy's goin'

nighty-nighty?...nappy-poo? Her eyes were sleepy now, and still totally

glazed and vacant.

Paula said, "Well, Cindy, honey, I doubt you can hear me, but just

remember when you come to, stay away of my husband, or you'll get more

of the same. And rember who gave you those big black eyes."

I pulled Cindy to her feet, but she was unable to stand by herself.

Cissy helped me and we got Cindy's arms draped over our shoulders. Paula

said to me, "When she wakes up, tell her I'm going to keep her bra as a

souvenir and put it on my husbands bed when he gets back from his trip;

when he asks me what its doing there, I'll punch in the video tape, and

he'll know. Cissy, help her to her car," Paula said.

Paula and I got Cindy through the ropes somehow and wobbled her to her

car in Paula's driveway. "By the way," Paula said behind us, tell her

she can keep the boxing gloves as HER souvenir, just to remember me by."

We got Cindy in the back seat of her car where she lay on the seat with

her head resting on the side panel. I got in and drove away.

As we drove back to her house I could see by the light of streetlamps

Cindy in the back seat. She was still babbling stupidly and had somehow

worked the big thumb of here left boxing glove beneath her panties and

into her cunt. A little while later, I saw she had lifted her big tit

with the other boxing glove, and was greedily sucking on the stiff

nipple. It was almost too much.

When I pulled into her lit garage I got out and went around to get Cindy

out of her car. But when I tried, she pulled me in beside her. I didn't

need any encouragement. I played with her big stiff juggs and then began

taking off my clothes. My dick sprang out like a phone pole! Wow! She

took a nice long sucking of it, then I sat on the seat and lifted her so

she slid down, facing me, legs wide, over the stiff throbbing shaft of

my dick. As she slid down, I noticed that her eyes crossed into

themselves again, just like they had when she received the knockout

punch from Paula. Now she was in a stupor of fucking, too! I let her sit

there just like that for about a minute, with my big dick throbbing

inside her, and pulling on her nipples, then I literally fucked her

silly. After about half an hour I came in such huge spurts I'm surprised

it didnt knock her off my lap and into the headliner of the car and

knock her cuckoo again!

I got her into the house and into her bedroom where she lay spreadeagle

on her bed, boxing gloves still limp and spread out. As I was about to

turn out the light and leave, I heard her murmer, "Where am I?'

Next morning I knocked on her door. She answered wearing a pair of short

shorts, a tank top out of which her enormous bosom bulged, nipples

potruding--and, a pair of sun glasses. We stood on the porch. "Do you

want me to take you to the store?" I asked. She sort of meakly smiled

and slowly removed the dark glasses. "With these?" she said, "don't be

silly." Wow, what a pair of shiners. They were the biggest and lovliest

I'd even seen. How humiliating for a sexy beautiful woman to get knocked

into dreamland and have her eyes blackened by her lover's wife! But I

wasn't even sure she even remembered out spectacular fucking of the

night before!

Suddenly a car pulled up and Cissy came bouncing up the steps with a

video tape in her hand and held it out to Cindy. Cindy coldly shook her

head and motioned Cissy away, but Cissy grabbed Cindy by the wrist and

whispered something in her ear. Cindy slowly nodded and took the video

tape and Cissy cheerfully departed.

I started to leave, too , but halfway down the steps, Cindy said, "Well

Alex, you might as well come inside. There's something we can watch

together on television. I know how the fight turned out; I guess I ought

to know how it happened." I didn't need to be asked twice!