Boy Toy by Ronin

Tiffany O'Hare was a big, busty blonde bomb-shell with a killer
smile, and a body made for sin. She had been a exotic dancer, a
center-fold model, and a Vegas show-girl. She had also been a champion
foxy boxer. Twenty-seven other young vixens had ended up reclining upon
the canvas courtesy of Miss O'Hare's pugilistic skills.
At 26, she married a man in his eighties. Roger Maitlin was a
billionaire who had made his fortune in oil. He had a reputation for fast
living. Most people were surprised that he lived as long as he did. The
old magnate died just short of his 87th birthday, leaving Tiffany a very
wealthy widow.
For the seven years she had been married to the old codger, Tiffany
had been a faithful wife. She had never stepped out on the old guy,
though there had been plenty of opportunities. She was a smart girl. She
had never given Maitlin any reason to doubt her. They had met in Las Vegas
where she was a showgirl. It had been her bust-line that attracted him to
her. Through the miracle of Viagra, they made it through the honeymoon,
but the drug was not good for his heart. After that, they were very
careful. This made for a dull marriage, especially for Tiffany. There
were compensations, though. The ex-showgirl lived in the lap of luxury.
She traveled extensively, met many interesting people, and shopped to her
heart's content. Mr. Maitlin did everything he could to keep his wife
happy. In return, Tiffany did what she could to meet all her husband's
needs. She cried real tears at Roger's funeral.
Three months later, the blonde beauty was living in a mansion near
Miami. It was one of several homes Roger had left her. It was the type
of place you only see in "Architectural Digest". It had all the amenities
for which you could ask. One of these, of course, was a pool. Tiffany
would spend a large amount of time lounging around the Olympic sized
swimming pool. She had even gone as far as to hire a pool boy. Jim
Carson was in his first year of college. In high school, he had lettered
in football, basketball, and wrestling. He was a big, good-looking kid.
The truth was that Mrs. Maitlin hadn't hired Jim for his skimming technique,
or for his skill at folding towels. After seven years of relative
abstinence, Tiffany's libido was in over-drive. She was at her sexual
peak, as was Jim. It took her an hour to seduce the young man.
Their liaison had gone about a month before Jim mentioned that he had a
girlfriend. Jenny, he told his mistress, was nineteen years old. She
had been the head cheerleader at his high school, as well as the homecoming
Queen. She had lettered in volleyball and gymnastics. Jim said Jenny was
asa dead ringer for Gillian Anderson. This did not inflame Tiffany's
jealousy, but it did make her curious. Jim told Tiffany that his
girlfriend worked at the local Galleria in a girl's dress shop.
The next day, the wealthy widow went to visit Jenny at her job. As it
happened, Jennifer was just taking her break when Tiffany walked into the
store. Tiffany recognized the girl by her red hair. The blonde beauty
recognized the girl immediately. She was a big, comely red-headed beauty.
Her hair was the color of the setting sun. Jennifer had a sweet face and a
winning smile. She had an athletic physique that was zaftig enough to be
noticed by the boys. She was wearing a modest dress that could not hide
her striking figure.
Tiffany couldn't help but lick her lips. Jenny was sitting at a
table, eating her lunch. Tiffany went over to the girl.
"My," the older woman said, "aren't you pretty!"
The girl looked up to see a very beautiful woman standing there.
"Thank you. " she replied, "Do I know you, Ma'am?"
"Oh, I don't think so. " Tiffany answered, "You're Jenny, aren't
you?"
Jenny nodded.
"Jim talks about you all the time. " continued Tiffany, "I have been
wanting to meet you for ages. "
"How do you know Jim?" Jenny asked.
"Oh, I'm the woman he works for. " Tiffany explained, "I was wondering
if you would like to come over to my place with Jim some time. The three
of us could have a lot of fun. "
"What kind of fun do you mean?" Jenny asked suspiciously.
"Oh why don't we let that be a surprise?" Tiffany suggested, "Just
bring Jim over tomorrow and let's see what we can get into."
Jenny was a little apprehensive about this woman, but she couldn't see
the harm in accommodating the beautiful stranger. She shrugged.
"All right. " she said, "If Jim says it's okay, we'll be at your
house tomorrow afternoon. "
Tiffany smiled brightly. "That's wonderful!" she enthused, "Do you
have a bikini? Of course, you do. Remember to bring it with you. Oh,
we're going to have such a blast. I can hardly wait. "
The next day, Jim and Jennifer came to the widow Maitlin's house. The
pretty French maid, Yvette, showed them into the backyard. There, to
their astonishment, was a boxing ring, fully assembled. It was standing
near the pool. "Do you like it?" asked Tiffany as shefollowed them out the
backdoor. "I had it set-up this morning. "
The lady of the house was topless. She was wearing black lace panties.
Her tanned magnificent body was a jaw-dropping sight. The most surprising
thing about her was that she had donned a pair of boxing gloves. The
gloves were black, matching her panties. She smiled brightly at the
young couple.
"What's it doing here?" Jennifer asked.
"You and I are going to have a boxing match. " Tiffany explained.
The young girl looked at the older woman incredulously. "Are you
crazy?" she asked, "Why would I want to fight you?"
"For two reasons," said Tiffany, "first of all, I'll give you $500 for
every round you last with me. "
"And the second reason?" Jenny inqired.
"The second reason is that I've been boning your boyfriend for the last
month," Tiffany told the girl, "and I don't feel like sharing him with you.
"
Jenny's face turned ashen. She and Jim had never "gone all the way",
but she had secretly hoped that they would. She had wanted to be his
first. When Tiffany saw her youthful rival was near tears, she smiled and
said, "Aw, did the little girl think she would be Jim's first?"
"Shut up, Bitch!" Jenny burst out, "I don't have to take crap from
you!"
She turned and slapped Jim's face. "How could you?" she asked him.
Jim shrugged. "Just look at her. " he said, gesturing toward
Tiffany, "How could I resist?"
Jenny faced Tiffany and said, "All right, I'll fight you, but I don't
know anything about boxing. "
Tiffany grinned wolfishly. "Don't worry. " she said, "I'm sure you'll
catch on quickly. "
She failed to mention that she had been a champion foxy boxer in her
youth. The ex-showgirl expected to have her way with the schoolgirl.
Jenny took off her T-shirt and shorts. Underneath, she was wearing a
red bikini. Her figure was almost as impressive as Tiffany's.
The older beauty licked her lips in anticipation. "My God," said the
temptress, "but you are a gorgeous thing. I think I'll keep you after I
knock you out. "
Jenny sneered at her.
Jim helpedhis girlfriend on with her boxing gloves on. By some strange
coincidence, the boxing gloves were red, matching her suit. The two
combatants climbed into the ring. The boy escorted each fighter to her
corner. Tiffany had thought of everything. She had even provided
mouth-pieces for herself and her opponent.
Tiffany was beside herself with excitement. The idea of beating and
degrading a beautiful young woman in front of her boyfriend was sexually
arousing to her. Her breasts swelled with anticipation.
Jenny wondered what she had gotten herself into. She'd never been in a
fight before. Her parents had taught her that young ladies never
resorted to physical violence. As she looked across the ring at her
formidable appearing opponent, feelings of trepidation and apprehension
were almost overwhelming. Yet, there was something within her that
welcomed the challenge. She knew that her young body was supple and
strong. Part of her ached to pit her body against her voluptuous, older
rival.
Jim said "Ding", and the fight was on. Jennifer came out slowly and
cautiously. She intended to circle Tiffany, and look for an opening.
That's how she'd seen it done on TV. Tiffany, however, had other ideas.
She rushed out of her corner, and landed a one-two combination to
Jennifer's pretty puss. Before she knew it, the schoolgirl was sitting on
the canvas. There were stars in her eyes, but not the kind she saw when
kissing Jim. She found herself looking up at a laughing Tiffany.
"Oh, come on, Honey. " the show-girl said, "At least, make it
interesting for me. "
She took Jennifer by the wrist, and helped the girl stand up. She
steadied Jenny, holding her by the shoulders.
"Are you OK, Baby?" Tiffany asked solicitously.
Jenny nodded, "I-I think so."
"Do you want to keep fighting?" Tiffany asked.
In answer, Jenny threw an upper-cut to Tiffany's left titty. The
ex-showgirl screamed in pain and surprise. "What do you think, Skank?"
Jennifer asked.
"You little slut!" Tiffany growled through her teeth, "That's the last
break you'll get from me!"
A right cross landed on Jenny's jaw. A left jab went into the girl's
eye. Jennifer came back with a punch to the gut and another boob buster.
This made Tiffany angry. She bullied her way into the slighter girl,
forcing Jennifer into the ropes. Fortunately for the younger beauty, she
was able to side-step the onslaught. A left hook caught Jenny on the
temple, and her legs turned wobbly. Tiffany would have put her young
rival out for the evening if Jim had not ended the round at that moment.
"Don't worry, Sugar. " Tiffany told Jim, "I'm not going to finish
your pretty little playmate right away. I want to toy with her first. "
The boy helped his girlfriend to her corner. Jennifer looked pretty
out of it, and it had only been the first round. Jim gave her a drink of
water, and sponged her lovely body down. He then went to Tiffany's corner
and did the same thing for her.
Tiffany purred as her young lover rubbed her down.
"Oh Baby, you do that so well. " she said provocatively, "When I get
done with that little girl, I want you in the hot tub. "
When Jennifer heard this, a molten fury erupted inside of her. As Jim
signaled the start of the second round, the impetuous young beauty bolted
from her corner, intent on beating the older vixen into the mat. This was
exactly what Tiffany wanted. As soon as Jennifer was in range, the
ex-showgirl fired a straight right into the onrushing girl's face. The
effect was devastating. Jennifer's eyes crossed, and her entire body
turned to rubber. She staggered around the ring like a drunken debutante.
Tiffany laughed.
If Jim thought the fight was over, he was mistaken. Tiffany spent the
rest of the round toying with her woozy young opponent. Putting an arm
around the young girl's waist, she stripped Jenny of her crimson bra.
"Ooh," said Tiffany, "you have such nice titties. I want to play with
them. "
She grabbed Jenny's left breast, and began twisting it cruelly. The
school-girl cried out in pain. Her first fight was with a sadistic Amazon
determined to break her body and soul. Tiffany laughed lasciviously at her
opponent's distress. She punched her youthful adversary's stomach over
and over again. Jennifer gagged pitifully at each blow. The young beauty
had become her older rival's plaything. When Jim decided to end the round,
Tiffany carried Jenny to her own corner. She sat the helpless girl on her
lap, kissing and fondling the school-girl.
"You know," said Tiffany, "I never had a Barbie doll when I was a kid.
She can be my Barbie. "
Jenny could only whimper in abject humiliation.
Jim mimicked a gong to begin the next round. Tiffany placed her
victim against the ropes, and spent the entire three minutes using Jenny as
a pretty punching bag. She landed body-blow after body-blow to the sweet
young beauty's titties and tummy. Tears rolled down Jennifer's lovely
cheeks. Tiffany grabbed Jenny by one of the poor girl's battered boobies,
and dragged her to the center of the ring. Jenny was unresistant. The
semi-consciousgirl didn't seem to know where she was.
"You know," said Tiffany, "I was going to drag this out longer, but
you aren't worth the effort. "
So saying, the Vegas show-girl landed a hay-maker to the innocent
beauty's jaw. Jenny plummeted to the canvas as if a load of bricks had
fallen on top of her.
Tiffany, stretching like a big cat, addressed Jim.
"Count her out, will you, darling?" she purred, "I want to have some
fun with you and her in the hot tub. "
Her boyfriend started to count. Tiffany was checking her make-up as
Jim counted to ten. Her back was to her devastated rival. She was
surprised when Jim stopped at '8'. The big beautiful woman turned around
to discover that her smaller opponent had managed to get to her feet before
the count.
Tiffany chuckled. "You have got to be kidding me!" she said. The
sadistic show-girl could not believe her eyes. There before her, bruised
and battered, stood Jenny.
"I'm not beaten yet. " the ingenue said defiantly.
Tiffany sauntered over to where Jenny was standing. She intended to
put the young beauty out for the evening. Jenny knew she had only one
chance left. As Tiffany raised her fist to finish her off, Jenny launched
an upper-cut. She put everything she had left into the blow. It landed
squarely between the voluptuous show-girl's legs. Tiffany let out a scream
of pain. Both of her gloves went to her crotch. Jenny uncorked a
hay-maker to the older vixen's jaw. Tiffany crashed to the mat, her limbs
akimbo. Her eyelashes fluttered, and then she was still.
Jennifer looked down at her destroyed rival.
"You stupid bitch!" she hollered at the unconscious woman, "Did you
really think I'd let an old hag like you steal my boyfriend?" Jenny
straddled the older vixen, punching Tiffany's big titties as if they were
speed bags. Jim had to pull his girl off his mistress. They left Tiffany
there, lying in the middle of the ring. Yvette helped her employer to her
bedroom.
"What happened?" Tiffany asked her maid.
"La jeune fille kicked your ass, Madame. " the French girl replied.