Debbie Goes Down by Stone Kidman
Debbie was getting ready in her personal dressing room with her husband, Larry, assisting as her cornerman. She had been the reigning milf champion in her local erotic boxing club for a number of years. Now in her mid-fifties, she decided to retire but wanted one big match to go out on and chose her long time friend Flo as her final opponent.
As she was putting on the finishing touches to her ensemble, there was a knock on the door from the club manager, Mike. He informed Debbie that Flo pulled a hamstring and was unable to compete. Since this match had been such a big deal, and the club was packed, rather than call off the fight, Flo suggested her nineteen year old son Charlie was ready to step in.
“He’s new to the club,” Mike said, “so I figure Debbie could have a show and give the kid a thrill.” The champ accepted, though Larry was a bit reluctant. “It should be fine,” Debbie said, reassuring her husband. She said she’s taken down brash young men before. “That’s how I met you in the first place,” she grinned and patted Larry’s shoulder. He acquiesced, and they finished getting ready, before heading to the ring.
A few minutes later, the milf club champion made her way out to the ring with her theme song Foxy Lady playing over the speakers. She was wearing a shimmering sequined robe that sparkled in the bright lights of the former gymnasium. Not only were the bleachers lining the walls packed, but every folding chair around the ring was full. Debbie did a slight tease with her robe, as wolf whistles echoed around, before she dropped her arms to let her husband, who followed behind her, remove her robe, exposing Debbie’s proud 34F breasts that still hung high on her chest, with only minor droop for her age.
Her gloves were a shiny silver lamé that matched her trunks. After a minute of basking in her glory, the music changed to something that sounded like riverdance to Debbie. Her young opponent was introduced as Irish Charlie Rose. The slender 5’11” kid had a shock of red hair and came out with his mother Flo, who was holding onto the teen’s shoulder for balance while she hobbled on her bad leg.
He had a green satin robe with his name across the back in white lettering. His mom took her place in his corner, resting on a stool outside the ring, while Charlie shrugged off his robe for her to hold. His green gloves seemed fitting to Debbie, since the kid looked like this was his first time in a ring. After the crowd finished applauding the pair, the club manager, acting as referee, called the two fighters to the center to go over the rules.
Because it was a title match, he allowed leeway. Low blows, headbutts and biting were a foul, “If done a second time, it’s an instant disqualification,” he said in a gruff voice for such a short, balding man.
Debbie knew more than anyone that a sex boxing match could only be won by orgasm, so knockdowns didn’t require a ten count. There were no rope breaks and fighters could attack a prone opponent. Trunk removal was permitted for arousal purposes and penetration was allowed, but the gloves weren’t allowed to come off. Both fighters nodded and headed to their corners, with Debbie blowing Charlie a kiss to wish the kid good luck.
At the start of the first round, Debbie bounced around, peppering Charlie with jabs. She was used to distracting younger men with her big jugs. Debbie thought it was strange that Charlie didn’t fall for the same bait, neither lowering his guard to gawk or focusing on slugging her jugs, which would’ve left him open for a good night kiss; her infamous double punch to the gut, then swinging her mammaries up like wrecking balls.
The move typically knocked her opponent out, or at least incapacitated them enough for Debbie to finish them off with her shiny silver gloves. The club used gloves with a ribbed thumb that had a gel tip to stimulate the clit, while having a velvet lined hole between the thumb and fist to jerk men off. The rest of the round Debbie egged Charlie to stop being a chicken and hit her, as she popped him on the cheeks with her jabs. She started calling him a pussy like his mama, when Charlie took a step forward and buried his glove in Debbie’s lower abdomen. The blow landed just above her pubic area hard enough to knock the wind out of her. She fell to her knees when the bell rang, ending the first round.
“Hope you don’t need a walker, grandma,” he sneered, before heading to his corner. It took Debbie a few moments to catch her breath before she went to her corner. “Are you okay,” Larry asked, but Debbie just nodded.
“Punk got a lucky shot, that’s all,” she said. Larry asked if she wanted to just call it off but Debbie shook her head. “No, I need to teach that kid a lesson,” she said as the bell rang to start the next round. Debbie was feeling miffed after being embarrassed by Charlie, so she let her anger cloud her judgment.
“Little pussy ass faggot,” she growled and came out throwing bombs that Charlie was able to block. “Lucky hit, little bitch,” she continued to grumble. She began sweating, while continuing to throw haymakers. She started to breathe heavier and her punches began to slow, but it wasn’t until Charlie dodged to the side, and Debbie fell off balance, that the teen drove a punch into her flat tummy.
The way Charlie’s punch landed, she felt the air rush out of her body. The older woman folded against the teen and tried to curse at him, when Debbie saw the grin spread across Charlie’s face. “So this is the big scary champ mom was telling me about,” he said. He used his left glove to brush Debbie’s dyed platinum blonde hair out of her face. “At least you look better than you fight,” he said and leaned in for a kiss, shoving his tongue into her mouth.
Debbie wheezed, as she tried to breathe, when she felt Charlie’s glove rubbing her pussy through her silver trunks. She shuddered with pleasure, before finally getting enough energy to swing a roundhouse at his head, which Charlie easily ducked. Debbie once again lost her balance but stumbled into the ropes. He calmly walked forward and shot two rights into Debbie’s abdomen before a left uppercut to her breast spun the milf, so her back was against the ropes.
Debbie held onto them to keep herself upright, while she tried to breathe. Charlie mocked the blonde’s earlier dance moves from the first round before slamming rights and lefts into her tits. Debbie bit her lip to stifle a scream, she didn’t want to give the punk the satisfaction to know her greatest asset had become her biggest weakness.
After years of swinging her cannonballs to finish off her opponents, they had become exceptionally sensitive in her later years. Fortunately the bell saved Debbie, before Charlie could send her to the mat again. “Lookin good grandma,” he grinned and blew her a kiss before going back to his corner.
“You have to throw in the towel,” Larry said. “He’s clearly out of your league, honey. I don’t want to see you get hurt or worse.”
“If you so much as touch that towel…,” Debbie gasped, as she tried to catch her breath, while sitting on the stool in her corner. “Then it’s over between us. I won’t go out like some doddering old crone,” she grimaced, after her husband applied an ice pack to her breasts. “I don’t care if I need to be carried out,” she scowled across the ring at Charlie, who was being given instructions by his mom.
“I’m not giving up until I teach that punk a lesson.” When the bell rang to start the next round, Debbie tried being defensive. She attempted to block Charlie’s blows, but the young man was too fast. He’d throw a right to her face, then deliver two to her breadbasket, before a hook to the tits sent her reeling into a neutral corner. Debbie tried to keep her guard up but Charlie seemed to be focused on working over the champ’s tummy and tits.
She took several blows to her soft midsection before both of the blonde’s knockers were battered back and forth by the young man’s hooks. A rapid set of three shots just below her belly button made Debbie’s legs wobbly. She fell forward into a clinch with Charlie .
“Grandma, are you coming onto me?” he jokingly asked. The crowd, which had been cheering the teen on throughout her destruction, laughed when Debbie gasped after Charlie used his glove to tweak the champion’s nipples. “Nice and stiff, you must be horny for some young dick,” Charlie chuckled.
He resumed french kissing the milf before he rubbed the ribbed part of his glove against Debbie crotch. She tried to push herself away but Charlie shoved the blonde hard enough that she stumbled backwards and bounced off the ropes, before eating a fist to the jaw. She staggered like a drunken sailor, as Debbie tried to catch her balance, while also tossing jabs to keep Charlie at bay.
“You gonna run back to the nursing home grandma,” Charlie asked with a huge grin on his boyish face. The older woman growled that she was going to teach him some respect and pirouetted around to swing a punch aimed at her opponent’s groin. “Oh, that’s a no-no for you, nana,” Charlie joked. He stepped to the side, evading the low blow, before he shot an uppercut right under Debbie’s jaw. She later said that she had slipped on the canvas, but everyone was in awe after seeing the blonde flop onto her back.
She was dazed long enough for Charlie to tug his opponent’s silver trunks down with the thumbs on his gloves. “Nice bush, I guess you’re not a natural blonde after all,” Debbie heard her friend Flo shout from Charlie’s corner. The champ had a nice tuft of greying jet black pubic hair, and nothing else underneath her trunks. Charlie tossed them to his corner just as the bell ending the round sounded.
Debbie was quick to get back to her corner, but wasn’t aware for the most part she was completely nude, save for her gloves. “Honey, you need to quit,” her husband tried to say. “That kid is just toying with you.”
“No,” she glared at him, “nobody is making me look like a fool in front of everyone.” Debbie said she just needed to get one good hit and from there she’ll hammer that skinny shrimp to dust. The bell for the fourth round started and Debbie was going back to basics. She ignored the wolf whistling as she circled Charlie and kept throwing jabs. Her bare feet bounced around on the mat as she tried to get him to swing at her, or get an opening in his guard.
In the blink of an eye, she felt a straight punch to her right breast, flattening the heavy orb against her sternum. She winced and instinctively lowered an arm to protect it, when she ate a shiny green glove to the mouth. Debbie tased copper before she raised her fists and tried throwing a quick succession of jabs at Charlie’s head. She thought the teen had a slinky in his neck, the way he’d bob around her punches that whiffed in the air, before he hammered her midsection repeatedly.
She couldn’t breathe and fell against the teen in a clinch, while her mouth opened wide as she tried to inhale, but her lungs weren’t taking the hint. “Oh don’t worry grandma, you’ll be begging to suck my dick soon,” he said, attempting to purposely misinterpret Debbie’s expression. She held onto Charlie, as if she were hugging a dear friend she hadn’t seen in ages, while the young man drove hooks into her boobs repeatedly.
After the fifth or six punch, Debbie had lost count, he shoved the milf back and knocked the champ onto her back with a couple of quick uppercuts. She was lying there when the crowd whistled, after Charlie slid off his own trunks. He straddled Debbie’s chest and began to slide his stiff seven inches between her breasts. He mashed them together with his green gloves so the soft orbs sandwiched his organ.
“Man I always wanted to titty fuck these funbags,” he said, while he thrust back and forth for a few seconds. Debbie moaned softly after Charlie ceased his humping and reached behind his hip to use the thumb of his glove to rub the blonde’s pussy. “Mom said you’d like that,” Charlie smirked. “She said you always had a sensitive clit, especially after working these melons over.”
Debbie tried to shut her legs, but the teen used the glove on his other hand to twist the blonde’s stiff nipple. The older woman yelped audibly, while the crowd laughed and encouraged the teen to work the champ’s tits over some more. Before he could finish off her clit, the bell rang ending the round. Charlie got up, pulling his trunks back in place, and told Debbie if she knew what was good for her, she’d stay down. The milf had to crawl to her corner, after the stimulation to her nether regions made her legs too unsteady to walk.
Once again, Larry tried to talk Debbie out of continuing the match, but her pride refused to let the champion concede to some rookie. She was finally steady when the bell rang to start round five. When Debbie came out, it was the first time she truly noticed how muscular the young man was.
The way the overhead lights glinted off his sweaty torso, his biceps bulged larger than when she first saw him enter the ring. Debbie wondered if Flo wasn’t juicing her son but he wasn’t unnaturally large, just solid; like he was carved out of wood. The milf champion had been just as fit in her youth, but slacked off a bit over the years, as she tended to win her matches with her enormous jugs or her bountiful posterior.
That’s when she remembered a lot of younger men these days were into big asses. Debbie thought she should try that tactic and, after trading a few jabs, she went for a clinch. They seemed to dance around, as the champion twirled with Charlie until his back was to the ropes. “Ohh, what’s this,” she cooed and turned slightly to grind her ass against the erection protruding from his trunks.
Debbie grinned when she saw the young man’s eyes were drawn to her plump cheeks. She quickly spun around and tried to take Charlie’s head off with a haymaker. He parried her blow with his own punch, before slamming a fist into her tummy.
“I’ve seen better twerking from a dog,” he laughed, after Debbie reflexively bent over to suck in oxygen. He shoved the champ against the ropes and worked her midsection like a heavy bag. Debbie was trying to cover up but each punch made her feel like getting hit with a baseball bat. Whenever she would cover up, his fists inevitably slammed into her mammoth breasts. The pain shot through her like lightning bolts and Debbie would instinctively lift her arms to protect her melons, before the teen went back to work on her soft tummy.
She’d tried to get away from the ropes, but the younger man would cut her off with another hook to the tits that knocked her backwards. Finally after a series of rights that sunk deep into her guts, a final blow right above her pubic area made her legs go limp. Debbie fell forward against the teen, her lungs unable to suck in fresh air. He stepped back and let Debbie sink to her knees, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She continued leaning forward until she face-planted in the young man’s crotch.
“Damn grandma, I didn’t know you were hungry already.” Debbie was unable to even take a gasp of air to refute Charlie’s claims, let alone stop him from using the thumbs of his gloves to tug down his trunks a bit and free his thick nine inch cock. Debbie’s protests were muffled after the teen told her to open wide as he held her head up with his gloves and proceeded to fuck her face.
Her lips were stretched to their limit as the invading organ plunged in and out of her mouth. “Oh yeah, use that tongue, granny. Show me how much you love a hard young dick in that sloppy old mouth,” Charlie groaned as his hips thrust back and forth. Debbie felt she was on the verge of passing out, since she already had a difficult time breathing before, which was compounded by Charlie’s fat prick being shoved down her throat. He held onto her hair with his gloves as he buried himself so his balls were against her lips when the bell rang, ending the round.
“Damn guess I’ll save dessert for you later bitch,” Charlie laughed after he extracted his meat. He slapped the milf across the face with his cock before he tucked it away and pulled his trunks back up.
Debbie saw the enormous rod, shiny from her own saliva, while she fell onto all fours, gasping for air. She had a litany of profane swears she wanted to hurl at the cocky young jerk, but heard her husband calling for the blonde to return to her corner. She was still too winded to breathe normally, never mind cursing out that rookie son of her friend. Debbie managed to make it back by crawling to her corner when Larry tried to apply ice packs to the bruises on her breast.
“Honey, you got to give up,” he pleaded. “If you keep this up, that kid is going to bend you over like some cheap whore.” Debbie took a sip of water, to wash the taste of Charlie’s cock out of her mouth, before she glared at her husband. “Never,” she growled. “The champ doesn’t run from some twerp.” Debbie stared across the ring and saw the woman she thought was her best friend instructing her son, not appearing to be injured at all.
Debbie realized this was a setup, since Flo had been jealous she could never hold the title herself. “I’ve got that scrawny boy all horned up,” Debbie told her husband. “I just gotta get him in a clinch and I can jerk him off quick.” Debbie knew she had victory in her grasp and wasn’t going to end her legacy running from some rookie.
The bell for the next round rang and the busty milf came out refreshed. Debbie knew all she had to do was lure Charlie close enough for a clinch. Worst case she could pretend to trip and titty fuck him to an orgasm. She knew young men didn’t have staying power. Besides, she thought, he was practically on the verge of busting a nut before the end of last round so it won’t be difficult to grind against him until he jizzes in his trunks. She grinned as she came out with her gloves up to circle Charlie.
“You ready for another taste, grandma,” the teen chuckled, as he threw a couple quick jabs at the milf’s face. She grimaced when Charlie threw a hook at her tits. The jostling made her boobs feel like they weighed a ton, as her opponent bounced on his feet, alternating blows to Debbie’s cheeks and jugs. A shot to her tender tummy made the blonde stagger. She saw Charlie cock his fist back for what might’ve been a knockout punch, but the nude champ quickly clinched with the young man.
Before he could say anything, Debbie planted her open lips on Charlie’s own pair. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and moaned while her glove slid down. Charlie froze as he felt the blonde’s glove grasp his erection, which tented his trunks straight out. Their tongues swirled together as she used the thumb hole in her shiny silver glove to slide up and down Charlie’s stiff prick.
She felt him shudder as Debbie knew the silk trunks, coupled with her own experienced glove work, would finish off the young man in no time. Charlie moaned loudly into her mouth before he broke the kiss to say, “You’re going to have to do better than that, you old bag.” Debbie’s confused face was suddenly down on the canvas after Charlie delivered an overhand right that toppled the nude blonde. Debbie was still dazed as she tried to push herself up when she heard her friend Flo shouting for her son to nail the old bitch.
“Oh yeah, I could tell you were dying for some hard dick,” Charlie said. Debbie’s head was still swimming as she heard Larry yelling at her to get up. She crawled across the mat in his direction, but the referee never started the ten count, since the only way to lose at sex boxing was via orgasm. Charlie hooked his gloves under Debbie’s armpits and pulled the blonde up. Charlie shoved Debbie’s back against the ropes, while he draped the champ’s arms over the top ropes to hold her up.
He leaned in to suck on her nipples, while the thumb on his left glove rubbed between Debbie’s legs. “Ohhh,” the champ moaned. She heard her husband telling her to fight back, but Charlie’s glove work was making her legs wobbly. That’s when Debbie heard Flo shout, “Finish the old slut off!” Charlie hammered Debbie’s tits with several strong uppercuts that knocked them up to smack her in the face, while the blonde’s head hung down as she dangled from the ropes.
She fell against her younger opponent, when Charlie had to hold Debbie up under her armpits again, so the champ could see Flo yelling from her son’s corner. “You see what a washed up old whore you are,” Flo spat. “I had to live in the shadow of you and those enormous tits for years,” the mature brunette shouted. “I always knew you fucked your way into keeping that title by screwing every club manager so you’d never get a real opponent. Well now everyone is going to see the champ get screwed.”
She nodded to her son and Charlie held Debbie up with his right arm as he drove his left fist into the blonde’s breadbasket twice. “Oomph,” Debbie groaned and practically folded in half around the teen’s punch. Charlie propped the busty milf up in her own corner, facing out towards the crowd, before the hung young man slid his trunks down with his gloves then aimed his impressive cock against Debbie’s snatch. She tried to gasp, her body shuddering from the initial intrusion of Charlie’s bulbous tip, but she barely had any air left after the blows to her breasts and belly.
She was still wet from the earlier glove rubbing and was easy enough for Charlie to enter with her inviting warmth wrapping around his girth. “You enjoying it, grandma?” Charlie chuckled as he gripped Debbie’s fat ass from behind. She was inadvertently nodding as her tongue lolled outside her mouth while the younger man fucked the blonde with an enthusiasm she hadn’t felt in years.
“You think your dusty old man is enjoying watching you get used like a slut,” Charlie asked, as he gripped Debbie’s hips with his gloves. Her eyes fluttered open and realized she indeed saw her husband had a slight bulge in his jeans. He hadn’t been able to fuck her like this in years, decades even, she reasoned. Debbie’s head was still swimming, not just from the overhand punch Charlie had nearly knocked her out with, but from lust as she felt an orgasm about to rise up from inside her.
“Tell grandpa who fucks you good, bitch,” the teen ordered. Debbie wanted to apologize to her devoted husband of thirty-five years, but that’s when she felt the teen giving her the deep dick. “Ohhhh Christ, you fuck me good, baby. Make me cum and I’ll be your slut all the time.”
Debbie hated herself but the words flowed effortlessly. She felt her pussy erupt like a geyser as her legs gave out from the intensity of the orgasm. Charlie backed off as the ref proclaimed him the winner by orgasm and the new club champion. A single tear fell down Debbie’s cheek but she made no move to stop the winner from having his way with her. Charlie kneeled between Debbie’s legs, after she rolled onto her back to catch her breath, while being spread eagle for the audience, when the teen propped her legs up on his shoulders.
“That’s right, honey, use that old whore like a sextoy,” Flo said. She came around the ring to stand on the floor, near where Debbie’s head laid on the mat. The blonde moaned audibly when the teen penetrated her again. “That’s right, bitch, you’re just a broken down old slut aren’t you,” Flo said while Charlie fucked Debbie hard and fast. The blonde’s big tits flopped back and forth as she moaned and writhed beneath the young man until Charlie screwed the former champion to another screaming orgasm.
“Yes,” Debbie said after catching her breath, once Charlie pulled out. “I’m a loser but I’ll do anything for that amazing cock of his,” the milf purred. “Then push them big titties together,” Charlie said, after he sat down on Debbie’s chest. She used her gloves to sandwich her sore breasts around Charlie’s meat. She bobbed on the tip, tasting her own pussy juices on his rod, while he fucked her mouth until the young man shot his load all over Debbie’s face and melons.
“Leave that piece of trash with her limp dicked husband, but come by later if you need a thrill, Debbie.” The milf was ashamed to admit she would if Flo allowed it. Even days later, after she healed up; despite retiring, the former champ still graced the halls of the club, but only as a fluffier for Charlie. The members remarked it was such a disappointment but they had to admit it was better watching Debbie go down than try to act like she could salvage her reputation after such a beating.
The End