Sparring Partners

Is waiting for sex worthwhile?

"Ouch," said Dominic, "That must have hurt," watching a sharp, stiff jab to the side of the head.

"Maybe," replied Peter, "They look seasoned."

Dominic took in the gym and boxing ring.

He and Pete had been invited to view a training session. Dom had missed the action and the invite last evening at a nightclub, returning from interstate business.

They watched two sparing partners trading blows—a flurry of jabs. Brief, directed, hard punches were exchanged.

Blows into each other's gloves positioned to protect the face and chest. They both had head gear and chest protection. However, if this was practice, the real thing must frickin cane at the time and bruise after.

After a couple of intense minutes, the two girls squared off with their gloves, acknowledging each other's effort and technique.

"So you found the place, okay? " Danni said as she removed her bright pink gloves and unwrapped her fingers from their protective bindings. 

She glistened with a combination of liniment and sweat, which made her look hot.

Pete realised how shapely and toned she was. He had gotten a hint at the nightclub where they had hit it off successfully.

On the dance floor. She had the moves. Danni declined offered drinks — she was in training.

She had left early, not because of a lack of interest. She had a bout Saturday week. The invitation to see her practice was genuine. So here he was.

She was a fit, athletic woman, attracting Pete in the first place. 

Her relatively short natural brunette hair and buff muscles did not get her much attention from other clubbing dudes.

Pete was in reasonable shape, having set the task and recently completed the city half marathon in good time. 

He felt comfortable approaching Danni. 

She took a liking to him reasonably quickly as they chatted lightly about training techniques and travel interspersed with some nudgy, gentle body-touching dancing, giving the signal, encouraging close, then closer proximity. 

Each gave the other the general sexual vote of confidence.

You're engaging for a male.

You're attractive to me as a female.

Early mating game rituals. Boxes ticked as per usual.

Two egos received a healthy Friday night boost, and Saturday afternoon was taken care of, too, with the gym invitation. 

The chaste peck on the cheek wasn't what Pete hoped to get at an early ten o'clock in a nightclub.

At this point, he was willing to hang in — for Saturday. 

Danni was intriguing, to say the least, and cute.

Dominic was already chatting with Ella, the sparring partner. 

He hadn't wasted time as usual, thought Pete. 

Dom liked spunky, sassy chicks, and Ella was perfect. 

Her sharp, strawberry-tipped, blonde hair and a couple of obvious tattoos didn't distract from the chick's great tone for her slight shape.

Danni and Ella needed to shower but invited the guys to their local juice bar after they changed.

Pete and Dom had the chance to mutually assess their chances of getting in the girl's pants while the girls were in the locker room. 

Only a couple of beefy guys were doing weights in the far corner; otherwise, the gym would be empty.

"Didn't take you any time to chat up the blonde while I was hitting on my brunette," said Pete.

"Mate… so you didn't get what you wanted last night? Eh, I can't see you waiting long."

"Dom…I feel like joining her in the shower, touching her up. What do you reckon? You'd join Ella? Wouldn't you?"

"Mate…she was giving me the eye…she looked like she was way overdue for a decent root. Yeah, I'd dog her now under the shower. Make her squirt!"

"Come on then…nobody about… let's see how they respond… fuck some vegan juice bar …that isn't the liquid that will open their legs. Come on mate," and Pete was heading towards the female change room door already.

"Hell, you are serious, mate. Bet I get Ella, and you get fuck all…if you didn't get it last night, you ain't getting it now. Watch a pro at work, buddy," said Dom as he followed Pete through the lady's door.

It was steamy as they entered the inner off-limits girly sanctum.

First, the locker rows and benches, then the shower bay further back. The cubicles had curtains drawn over two recesses.

Obviously, Ella and Danni weren't lesbian.

This was good—a common thought of both guys

Though bisexuality was fine!

Is male thinking about sex that straightforward and uncomplicated?

To fuck or not to fuck —Hamlet — that was the fucking question.

To fuck — that is the objective, and the guys had completed the first brave yet foolhardy step.

They were deep in the girl's locker room —unchallenged — yet.

"Mate, we could drop our dacks and just join them. You know — the offer a girl can't refuse — join their nakedness. What do you think?"

"Geez, Dom. If we hesitate, we lose. We came in, let's get in their hot—

But Pete was cut off from completing his thoughts by —

Ella emerging from the shower bay — full frontal naked. 

Dom's and Pete's eyes were locked naturally on her fur zone.

Ella was no natural blonde, but that was a given in the gym. Her dark roots were evident. 

What wasn't transparent — her manicured trimmed zone, neatly above her fleshy protruding lips.

The only word to describe her sphere of dude delight— cuntlicious. 

Dom knew where his tongue belonged already; he hadn't even taken in her parted lips with their surprised expression. He got to her face via her smallish but sweet creamy tits.

"Whoa, boys! What the fuck," and Ella's stunned voice brought Danni out—déjà vu —full frontal, sweetly dripping.

Droplets poised to trickle and stream between her boobs and into her stunning V.

Danni didn't have time to cover herself, and besides, like Ella, she wasn't ashamed of her body. 

It was appealing; she knew that. 

Still, her smallish breasts were on display, and her untrimmed dark mound. 

She liked her pubic fuzz, and if guys liked her, fuck, they would have to cope too. She liked how guys had to part the beaver to find her lodge.

"Shit…wow… you're gorgeous," said Pete, looking straight between her legs.

Then, meeting Danni's eyes.

"What my eyes! Thanks. But I really know what you mean —"

Pete was embarrassed. 

Dom enjoyed staring between two naked girls. 

Ultimate treat time. 

The genuinely unexpected double nude encounter. Still, they were in the girl's locker room.

"Look guys, we want you, but —" started Ella, as she got her towel and threw Danni hers. 

Then Danni added as she wrapped her towel around her body.

"It's the boxing—the driving decision for success. No sex before a major bout —it's not the myth about the sex weakening us —it's about penting up the aggression to release on our opponent. Jeez, I wanted to take you home last night."

"I wanted you as soon as I meet you in the gym, Dom," butted in Ella, "Plus Qi —our energy levels — boys, you must wait. But it will be worth it. Got to trust us on this one— mark next Sunday on your calendar."

"Come on," said Dom," Ella, you just admitted you wanted it. How about here…risqué excitement. If we fuck you senseless for a week, you'll be so relaxed, you'll cane your opponent."

Ella stuck to her guns, " Motivation boys…we have it…you keep yours still next Sunday. Try a week without casual sex or wanking. You'll find Sunday sunshine. Trust me…I know…we do this all the time before competitive bouts."

"Seriously — this is bull—" weighed in Peter, "but I'll still share a juice with you, Danni — okay."

"Okay, but let us get changed without your audience."

"Oh…sorry…seeya in the gym," said Pete, and both the lads went sheepishly to wait in the main gym.

The two girls looked buffed and glowing with energy as they exited the changing rooms. In reality, they were coiled tigresses, their natural fem-lust held in check by the desire to succeed, their prime biological imperative on hold for what?

Belting another female in a ring.

Pete and Dom had never been to a juice bar.

Juice for males was only taken with unhealthy doses of alcohol or sucked out of a silky pussy.

"There aren't that many competitive female bouts," Ella explained. 

"We must be serious about our prep to be taken seriously."

"What about punches to your chest…your breasts …I know you have extra padding…but it must hurt," said Dom.

"Yeah, any hit hurts, silly. You learn to protect yourself. Besides, a low blow to a guy retracts his balls. Now that's ouch. Girls get on with it, though a low blow is still a foul." 

Danni sipped her fruit cocktail, and filled the guys in on female boxing.

Ella and Danni agreed to organise tickets for the guys, free and ringside, for next Saturday night.

"No phone sex, either. So give us your numbers and an address for the tickets, guys, but we aren't giving out ours until after the bouts, okay?" 

Danni was firm on that point.

The juices they had were ace. Danni shared apple, mint and lime, which was delicious and refreshing.

After the girls left…both agreed a sex-free week wasn't on…opportunism was male-inbuilt. 

They probably wouldn't get past next Friday night at a club. If they got lucky Friday night, they would get lucky next Sunday, again. There was nothing to complain about in that scenario.

The boys headed off in a shared Uber.

The following Friday night, neither guy could successfully crack onto any chick. Every girl sensed a hidden agenda, and using female six-sense intuitiveness, these two were cheats on the hustings.

Saturday night was the boxing. 

Ringside seats had arrived in the mail as promised.

So the weekend held some promise —Sunday was all anticipation — all male hope.

Both guys had received no phone calls, only the invite tickets and a note: Looking forward to seeing you at the fight, and Sunday won't be a day of rest.

The venue was pretty packed. 

A mixed program. 

The two young women's bouts were in the early and mid-program. The ringside seats were excellent. 

This was Pete and Dom's first outing to the boxing live. Watching a couple of lightweight guys slug it out over three rounds was, to be polite, boring. 

A beer helped pass the time. 

The main points of interest were Ella's fight to follow and Danni's, later on the card.

The two female fighters were introduced and came out to the ring through the corridor linked to the changing rooms. 

Dom noticed how focused Ella's eyes were. Not on him…but on her competitive self under her red hoodie. 

She had black gloves with a light pink stripe, like a concession to soften females belting females. 

She was in the red corner, going through her final psyche with her coach. Dom took in her opponent in the opposite corner of the ring. She was taller and possibly had a more extended reach. Under the protective helmet, not much else was visible but steely eyes. 

Dom saw Ella put on her mouthguard and go to the centre for the ref's instructions. With a sportswoman's touch of gloves, they were both back, waiting for the bell for round one.

Three two-minute rounds. 

The pace was frenetic. 

Ella's footwork was skilful. She feigned and sized up her opponent's willpower and slight reach advantage. Ella had a good defence and was sapping energy. 

Waiting to land punches that scored. 

The bell came fast. 

Round two saw Ella's southpaw take its toll. A head-wobbling solid jab was followed up with a low right to the abdomen as her opponent reeled back onto the ropes. 

With a flurry of left-right combinations in the third and no bias, Ella looked the winner. 

Dom felt happy for Ella as her hand was raised in the ring centre to announce the winner and her impressive three-one fight record.

After another couple of beers and a male middleweight fight with a TKO — Danni and her opponent were introduced to the predominantly male crowd. 

Her bright pink gloves with two small black stripes and matching calf-high boots carefully laced —were a turn-on.

Her thighs glistened with tension and flexed under the intense hanging lights with prepped muscle strength. 

She looked super hot. Maybe all that linament. Pete didn't want a broken nose on her cute face, though.

Geared up to punch the crap out of someone — yet still feminine — an odd combination. 

Pete could tell she was ready and she never gave her opponent a chance. 

The bout was all over in ninety seconds, her opponent wobbly on the ropes as the ref stopped the contest.

As Danni was declared the winner, her understated skill was evident. She had twelve fights to zero —an unbeaten record.

The guys hung around through the final two entertaining bouts, male slug fests in the heavier-weight divisions. 

As the venue thinned, they waited. Ella and Danni came out to the main arena in casual track gear, broad-smiled, for their chosen guy.

"Well, what did you think," said Danni

"I was worried your cute nose would be bloodied …but you were awesome…. I loved the pink too," replied Pete, looking straight at her full facial glow of victory. 

It made her even more desirable.

"Impressive too…Ella…nice footwork," added Dom.

"Yeah… I'm getting better…. I lost my first fight…but I'm learning quickly."

She appreciated Dom's genuine interest.

"Look, guys, we need our rest—we really do. But here's my parents' home address. Join us for lunch tomorrow," Danni said, giving Pete a quick cheek kiss and waving goodbye.

Dom scored better, with a quick lips-only kiss and a look back from Ella.

That was it for the guys. 

Both standing nonplussed — Saturday night fuckless!

"Well, mate, it was entertaining and sexily exciting, but the main game was missed," sighed Pete.

"I think I'm in with a better chance than you, buddy…how many cheek kisses have you had, and how the fuck are you going to fuck her at her parents' house. I think you are down for the count, Pete."

"Look, Dom, I'll pick you up tomorrow. Let's get a taxi out of here. I hope the sparrings is over, and I jab her somehow tomorrow." 

However, the pun fell flat, and they were silent in the cab.

The address was a suburban double-storey with manicured lawns. Her parents were well off, which passed through Pete's mind as he parked. Dom had a bottle of wine for her dad, and Pete had a bunch of flowers for Danni's mum. 

Both had agreed to make the right impression, not for the parents, but to impress the girls and improve their 'fucking' chance.

It wasn't the entrance they expected or the prying parents either. 

The roller door was up, and the garage was a gym set up, including a suspended punching bag. 

Both Ella and Danni were in black lycra. Hot and sweaty—from working out. 

Dom and Pete were hoping for sexual exercise —not more of this.

"I saw you pull up…so you are gentlemen," she said as she saw their gifts but quizzed faces. 

They didn't know what to expect next.

"It's okay …we have finished training," added Ella, taking the wine from Dom. 

While Pete passed Danni the flowers, which didn't seem right in the context of lycra and sweat.

"Come through," said Danni, indicating a door at the back of the garage.

The house was tastefully decorated and open-planned, and they quickly gathered around the kitchen bench to share the wine.

Pete had to ask," Where are your parents…you said it was… their place."

Danni smiled: "Away in Europe…but they support my passion…as an only child. Daddy doesn't get a boy, so his girl becomes a tomboy."

"There's nothing boyish about you," Pete blurted.

"Well, thank you…look, let's share the pasta bake…we need our carbs …and finish the wine."

Lunch was polite, refined and shared at a large antique family table. Everyone spread out too far apart for both guys' liking.

Danni asked Pete to help her wash up. 

At this stage, Pete basically gave up on sex with Danni. He would make his excuses and leave after helping her clean up.

Ella quietly led Dom through the lounge and down the hallway to the games room. She showed him Danni's mass of trophies and one belt—all amateur but impressive. 

Dom realised she was her State's current weight champion, a modest girl.

Nothing modest about Ella. 

She grabbed Dom's butt as he took in the details of the belt. 

Dom spun around, and Ella's tongue was lashing with passion in his mouth. His zip was down, and her hand was in his pants, working his meat before he caught his breath.

"Cor, I need a fuck," she got out between rapid tongue work.

"Geez… I've been waiting…hoping…I wanted you at the gym."

She dropped his pants and boxers and went straight to work on the head of his cock. She was fast but capably wild. 

Dom's pecker was inundated with pleasurable tongue licking alternating with a sensitive wrapping courtesy of her filthy dirty deep cock sucking.

Ella urged him to the settee and removed all his gear, including hers. 

She then bent over his cock, rubbing both her nipples across his cock…it was sensational…the rigid little bullet nubs on hard meat.

Firm to hard…sensitive to sensitive… nipple meeting cock head.

 A surprised male…surprise generating sexually enhanced excitement.

In a blur of movement like her ring work, her petite cherry twins and soft parcelled portioned personal bits of heaven that dwelt on her chest were in Dom's mouth and hands.

He was fondling and licking through her 'mmm's' of delight. 

Ella loved breast attention— it indicated a bloke understood her whole body, and she always gave them more.

Ella lay spread next to him…the big V… legs high and wide, intimating her private pleasure zone was available as a shared arena. 

Dom was happily playing with her pretty flesh.

Her clit was erect, demanding attention. Her rosebud was central to Ella's immediate pleasure, and Dom knew how to please. 

He hit her clit with pressure like a flint spark. 

Her nub drove Ella delirious with happiness…the groans were not being suppressed…she was taking it all.

She needed orgasmic release.

"Ooh, yeah! Ooh, hell, I was overdue! Oooh, ooh!"

She grabbed his cock and directed it into her pussy.

Her snatch folded around his cock. 

Dom remembered Ella…naked coming out of the shower, and that pent-up lust and the greed of her aching pussy now and his stifled desire fully released …made for joint passionate sex. 

Her pussy was soaking in pleasure like a saturated sponge, and Dom just kept plunging deep as she spread her legs even wider and higher.

Danni, meanwhile, had the dishwasher started while Pete took out the trash as directed. 

He felt like trash. 

What a fucking waste of time. 

He'd make his apologies when he went back inside —

Danni had on an apron, but this was fantastic.

This was exciting because she had nothing else on. 

Her black lace panties twirled in one hand. With her other hand, she crooked her finger and gave the universal invitation.

Danni leisurely undressed Pete, kissing his chest and growing pecker. Then she wrapped her legs and arms high around his body, balancing on his thighs and clinging around his neck.

A holistic wellness woman has sex skills.

Then, she thrust up and down in a feral, unrestrained way. She was already wet…she must have been thinking about this for a while over lunch. She was using up those pasta carbs fast.

Danni held herself wrapped with athletic power and sexual energy. 

It was the sustained delight of a fit, wholesome young woman riding cock. Sharing intently sensation as she glided and slid up and down the entire length of Pete's happy shaft. 

As he groaned in pleasure, she maximised his enjoyment by squeezing her muscles on the rising, relaxing them in the falling, then in rising, enveloping his cock in pure girly moisture. 

"Ugh! God, I need this! Oh, yeah! And frickin hell, I deserve it too! Ugh! Ugh!"

"Orrgh! Yeah, baby! You deserve the accolades! And I'm the one taking you the distance! Bend over that frickin chair!"

Danni's tip-top, A-class booty shimmied in anticipation.

Not for long. Her crack readied for schlong.

Like a pro, Pete jabbed his tongue directly in her rilled starfish.

"Mmm, mmm!" she giggled and wriggled.

He mauled her back door with intent: spit, drool and swathes of dribble.

Danni grabbed the sides of the chair as hot sausage pummeled her ring like she was back on the ropes.

Then she rolled with the dudes anal punches. He pistoned his pecker in and out of her perfect womanly backdoor tightness.

It was a split decision who cummed first!

"Hngh! Fugh! Fugh!" cried Danni.

"Arrgh! Arrgh!" released Pete.

Two minds a tabula rasa except for dominating pleasure. Their orgasms resonated through each other like an unscripted team victory salute.

Then, they collapsed on the floor, sharing kisses. 

They stifled a laugh as they heard a pierced female groan of true orgasmic pleasure coming from down the hallway. 

Ella!

Dom had been inducted into Ella's backdoor, and her arse was superbly tight.

They engaged in toe to toe action.

Ella liked the spread-eagled gape, where she could watch cock plug her sweet, constricted crack.

She appreciated two wet fingers prepping her arse like a fast uppercut.

"Ah! Yeah! Gape me good! Ooh, yeah! Ooh!"

Dom punched her below the belt, way below, ram-jamming man beef into her tooshie like a pro, landing an endless combination, deep cock plunges in succession, no break in his sustained lancing invasion.

Her climax refracted back through her pussy and arse with a searing destiny and intensity, pulsating to a delirious velocity of spiky joy.

Peaking!

Peaking!

"Ugh! Ugh!" she squealed, so high-pitched.

Ella knew explicit sex, but this was more. 

She accepted it…as herself…as Dom's male evidence of release seeped out of her back crack.

Of course, the guys got regular exciting sex until two weeks before the girl's next bout. 

However, they never in their lives believed they could keep their sperm packaged…on hold…unreleased for two goddamn weeks!

But they learnt to, as their sexual sparring partners were fabulous after the wait.

It was always knockout sex the following day, after a fight night.