Sunday, May 14, 2017

Leda in La La Land





Leda was twenty-one when we first met, just a year before she graduated from Blake Mitchell University. She was skinny, not slender, skinny, and I usually don't go for that body type.
But when I looked at her working a heavy bag at the Amazonia Boxing Club, I had to have her. I think it was her jet black hair, cut short that mixed with vivid purple eyes that caught me. Leda was small breasted, but that didn't turn me off, either. Her entire body, her whole being, radiated physical and sexual aggression, which she did not seem to be in complete control of.
A mutual friend told me Leda had fallen in love with boxing at age twelve, not long after she lost her father. Fighting was one of the few steady things in her life. Spending her teen years in aunt's house, Leda discovered bisexuality and piercing. When not in the ring, she wore a thin silver ring in her right nostril.
"Go for her," urged my friend, Sam one Saturday afternoon at a bar a block from the Amazonia. "Leda's into women her own age and does older men."
"Trying to say something, Sam?"
"Yeah, that you're forty-four. Fuck her till she calls you daddy!"
Sam's logic was irrefutable. I sent Leda a challenge.






"You're gonna fight me!"
"Why not?"
Leda's voice sounded threatening, but she smiled. "I didn't think you were so much...older!"
The night before the match I rinsed my hair to give gray strands a more paternal glow.
"Are you afraid of older men?"
"No way!" There was a healthy excitement in the way she fired back that answer. "I'm not worried, you wouldn't knock me out, anyway!"
"Oh, no?"
"Like to see you try, old man!"
WHAP!
My glove hooked perfectly on Leda's chin. She went stiff, arms dangling, mouth open in vacant surprise. Leda swayed and, eyes shut, fell against me, her face on my chest.
Yanking off my gloves, I gathered Leda's rag doll body in my arms and carried her to her corner, placing her gently in a folding chair.
Slumped against the turn buckle, Leda was a regular sleeping beauty. I waited a minute to see if she'd come around. When she didn't, I got my water bottle and flung its contents in Leda's face.
Sputtering back to reality, Leda jumped in her chair, blinking rapidly and spitting out water.
"I guess I can knock you out..."
She stared at me, the memories of the last few minutes replaying in her mind.
"You asshole!"
I handed her a towel, which she used to dry her face while she quietly cursed me.
"Ready to fight me now?" I asked when she pitched away the towel.
"Fuck yeah I am!"
Leda began eagerly pulling on her black gloves.



 
And she liked fighting. Leda was pissed at being sucker punched unconscious, so she hit hard, but not recklessly. Anger gave her focus.
I considered forcing her into a corner to finish things off, but watching her dodge, block and counter punch was beautiful. Instead, I let her come after me so we could wrap our selves in an embrace of punches. The exchange sped up until...
BAM!!
The impact of my right lifted the skinny girl off her feet. As she arched and crashed to the canvas, I saw Leda's eyes close as she slipped back into dreamland.
I made a quick cell phone call. Emma the Ref would meet us in the recovery room.
I couldn't decide how to carry Leda there. Over the shoulder like a sailor with a guney bag or in my arms like a groom with his new bride? 





Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Sandy




I gained a reputation while taking boxing lessons at the Amazonia Boxing Club. I was named "The Hammer," but not for my punching power.
It wasn't anything I bragged about. Ninety percent of the Club's membership was female and most of them were single and straight. I ended up getting laid a lot. I think athletic women are pretty hot and, I discovered quickly, a fit woman is a horny woman.
Sandy and I clicked immediately and, while we kept things "open," she and I spent a lot of time with each other.  Having just finished the training I was starting, Sandy was getting ready for her first match. The challenge came from Karen, a big chested blond in her late 30s. The official word was Karen, built like a Nordic warrior-goddess, only went with women. But a few guys around the Amazonia claimed to have been with her. I figured Karen sometimes got cravings for men.


Sandy was slender, with bright blue eyes and an outgoing manner. She was visibly excited to start her debut match.
"Let's celebrate tonight after the fight!" she told me as I stood in her corner, massaging her shoulder. Her friend Connie gave her last minute advice before the bell.
"Celebrate what?" I asked.
"I'm here!" Sandy declared, pointing to the ring.
Karen beat Sandy up thoroughly in the first two rounds, planting her on the canvas, out for the count, in the third. Emma the Ref counted ten slowly over Sandy's supine form, hoping she would come around. Connie and I lifted Sandy carefully on to a gurney and got her to the recovery room.
In two or three minutes, Sandy was brought out of it, but my girl was groggy and seeing stars. I told Sandy that I was here for her and then, without thinking, "I love you, too!" escaped my lips. Sandy returned a faint smile of comprehension and settled back on the bed, her body sore from Karen's punches.
"Hey, Jeff," Emma said, pressing me toward the door. "Sandy needs to rest, okay? When she ready to move, we'll call you." 

When I walked outside, Karen was standing a few paces from the door, still in her boxing gear, arms folded combatively.
"You're next!"
Karen came at me, shoving me into the wall. "I'm going to fuck you up, like I fucked up your little slut!"
Karen pressed her body against me, her chest on mine, her eyes boring into mine. I felt physically threatened and really aroused.
"See this, asshole?!"
A clinched fist was suddenly in my face. "See it?"
"Yea...yeah!" I murmured.
"This is going to send you to dreamland. Woman ever knock you out before? You look the type!"
I barely articulated a "No."
Karen studied me for a few silent, intense moments. "I think you'd enjoy it, cum all over yourself! Yeah!?"
When I started my answer, Karen yanked me into a long, deep kiss, which consumed me.
"I'm going to leave you KOed and dreaming, lover boy!"
I stared mindlessly at her ample breasts as my hands caressed her ass. My lips danced on her throat.
I heard Karen inhale sharply, like she had been electrocuted.
"Here's a taste, faggit!"
The fist pounded my jaw. I fell against the wall and through blackness, landing on the floor, spread legs displaying an erection.
Through a dreamy fog, I watched Karen slowly strut away, giving me a great legs and ass show.
"I'll text you the time, Marc!"
 My body shuttered from the orgasm and I blacked out.




I accepted Karen's challenge. Maybe the KO punch rattled my brain, but I figured there was a very good chance I'd get laid, even if I got beaten...especially if I got beaten.
Karen wore the same outfit as she did at Sandy's match: black, tight fitting shorts and sleeveless top, that exhibited her tits. And the red boxing gloves! I get genuine hard wood for the right woman in the right boxing gloves!
"I should knock you out right now and go home!" taunted Karen, as we started round one. Her punches were solid and thrown with power, reminding me of how the fight could end if I wasn't careful. A right to the sweet spot on my chin and then sleeping for the rest of the night. I fought defensively, hoping my attacker would tire.
As the round flew by, Karen fought me with a vague smile, twisting her intensely set game face, like a predator closing on its prey.  
I adored Karen's breasts just a few seconds longer than I should have...
BAP!
I was floating in darkness, until my eyes reopened. Karen was laughing like a delighted child, pulling me by my arm, dog walking me to the center of the ring.
"Great!" she purred and let go of my arm, which fell lifeless at my side. "That was fun, it really was, but I need to go!"
She kissed me and groaned back through the haze.
"Now you got Miss Sandy Cum Dump all in love with you, so I'm going deliver to you as a present!"
Karen's lips smacked her left glove loudly. "Sweet dreams....Hammer!"
I heard the impact of Karen's glove snapping my head sideways. I never heard my body hit the canvas. 



I never knew how long I was out. When my eyes opened, I was siting up, Sandy and Connie supporting me on each side.
"Are you okay honey?"
It was a female voice speaking, but I didn't recognize it until Connie waved smelling salts under my nose.
"Sandy?"
"And Connie's with me, we found you here, beat up and unconscious!"
"How..." I mumbled.
"I got a call from Karen saying I could find a stupid horn dog in one of the private ring at the Amazonia. That's how I knew it was you!"
My head was throbbing. "Karen?" I asked.
"You fought her for my honor, that's how she explained it."
"I...what...?"
"You challenged her for crushing me in the ring. Oh, I love you so much!'
Sandy gave me a long kiss and the two women got me up. I stumbled a few times as we walked out of the ring, so Sandy pulled me close.
"When you said you loved me, I wasn't sure," chirped Sandy, giddily. "Now I know you really do!"




Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Like Heaven





I couldn't tell you how long Jo Ann and I have been at this, a year or more. When her girl, Ellie, is away, we eat out at our favorite Chinese restaurant and then go back to Jo Ann's apartment in West Paterson. Sometimes she just needs a man..
We met at the Amazonia Boxing Club, because Jo Ann is into boxing and wrestling with guys and women. Supervised by Emma the Ref, Jo Ann and I had match.
I knocked Jo Ann out cold in the fourth round, tagging her perfectly on the chin.  We joke about it now, but I was scared as hell when it happened. The punch made Jo Ann stagger in her tracks, consciousness suddenly evaporating, limbs going to jelly. I admit I was aroused seeing Jo Ann KOed, with a faint smile on her soft red lips.
"Did you really need to put her to sleep, Jon?" Emma asked me, putting the stretcher beside the inert Jo Ann.
"I didn't mean to." I argued as we lifted the felled boxer onto the stretcher and moved her to the recovery room. Jo Ann was gone for five minutes. This was the start of our relationship.

"That was as a great punch, Jon," said Jo Ann. She was spent, but smiling. "Why don't you take me out to dinner tonight to make me feel better?"
While we were eating, Jo Ann informed me, "My girlfriend, Ellie, I really lover her...she's not home tonight..."




Jo Ann and Ellie were practically married, having shared the same apartment for five years.

"I can't see myself with anyone else," Jo Ann confessed. I looked over her beautiful brown body as she lay next to me and assumed Jo Ann meant "emotionally." Long ago I stopped falling for a woman just because we slept together. Still, Jo Ann is special to me, we clicked on some level.
As we became better friends, we trained together at the Amazonia. One Friday night, after dinner, Jo Ann suggested we wrestle. I didn't know much about wrestling, but I agreed. It would make a great warm up for sex.

Jo Ann knew more about wrestling than I figured. Before we got started, she positioned a stand alone, rectangular full length mirror opposite her and Ellie's bed.
"You want to see yourself go out, Jon!?" she purred. "Bet that would get you hard!"
As we grappled for a hold on each other, I could see the burning, joyful arousal in Jo Ann's brown eyes. While I was distracted, she snapped up my arm, spun me against her and kicked my feet out.
"Now you're mine!" Jo Ann breathed in my ear., snaking her free arm around my neck. She released my arm and i felt her hand clamp on top of my head. I knew instantly where I was going - to sleep!
"I know what kind of man you are...and what you want!"
As she pulled the hold tighter, Jo Ann shifted me a few feet from the mirror. The knockout was coming on.
I saw me kicking the carpet and pull at her arms, but as my vision blurred, I knew it was useless. All my strength drained and black spots appeared. I wanted to speak to Jo Ann, but I managed only sighs and half words. Reality was slowing down.
Half awake, I watched Jo Ann unbutton my jeans and pull down my zipper. Her fingers danced on my penis, already purple and hard, and began jerking me off. Pleasure and sleep tumbled in my being until Jo Ann I was approaching climax. She pulled the hold tighter and I fired cum all over myself. I plummeted into deep sleep.


Jo Ann was cleaning me up with a towel when I woke.
"I brought you off a few more times" she told me. I was dopey for the few minutes it took for Jo Ann to clean up. When she came back, she was naked.
"I can help you get a rise, honey!" Jo Ann chirped, sliding next to me.

 The full length mirror that I watched myself go under in was right where we left it.
"Did you like seeing yourself get knocked out, sweetheart?" Jo Ann purred as circled and grabbed at each others arms and hips.
"Yeah, I did! I never wanted to fuck you more as I went out!"
When Jo Ann laughed, I clamped my hand around the wrist of her right arm, yanking her against me.
"What's going on, honey!? Twist my arm off?"
Jo Ann's free elbow rammed my solar plexus before I could evade it. The agony put me on the carpet, unable to breath or see. Seconds later, Jo Ann's arms were around me, shifting me to an upright position. I resisted until the pain subsided enough for me to break her embrace and throw myself behind her.
Locking my legs around her slender waist, I dragged Jo Ann directly in front of the mirror, pulling both her wrists to the small of her back.
"Now what, Jon?" taunted Jo Ann. "Dislocate my shoulders?"
"No." I whispered lovingly in her ear. "Watch the mirror Jo Ann!"
I could see her stare eagerly into the reflecting glass only a few feet away. The bottom edge of extended hand came down a few inches beneath her ear.
Pain stabbed through her. Jo Ann blurted a sharp "OHHHH!" We both saw her eyes widen with the impact and then stare ahead. I released the hands and Jo Ann's motor control of her body shut down, she slumped against my chest.



 
Her eyes stayed open a few seconds, demonstrating Jo Ann's drift into sleep.
I watched the serene, sleeping form in my arms and knew Jo Ann was completely devastated. Lifting her eyelids, I saw only their whites. Jo Ann let out a contented sigh when I settled her on the bed.
God!, I thought, She's so magnificent! The faint smile from our boxing match reappeared and the nipples of her compact breasts strained for the ceiling.
I sat beside her on the bed and kissed her pussy. I penetrated her labia with one finger and gently searched for her clit.  A train of murmurs and half-whispers from Jo Ann followed they rhythm of stroking her pussy, until she spurted an orgasm. "Ellie!....Ellie!....Ellliiiieeee!...." 
Jealousy surged through me, which I blotted out almost immediately.
"Sweet dreams, Jo Ann." I wished her, pulling the blankets up to her pert chin and kissing her forehead.
Jo Ann was out of it for fifteen minutes, still seeing stars and rubbing her sore neck after sitting up in bed.
"Damn, I was out!" she exclaimed. "I mean completely gone!"
"Dream of anyone?"
"Ellie...I think you..it was like heaven..."
 
 
I was awake first early the next morning, not certain when Ellie was due to arrive.
Jo Ann said I had nothing to worry about, Ellie wouldn't return until after lunch. We fucked three more times.
"You're in love with me, aren't you, Jon?"
I hesitated, but not because I was unsure of my feelings. I was very sure. But Jo Ann was tied to Ellie, so I didn't want to complicate what we already had going.
"Yeah...but..I get it.."
"I love Ellie, but I can't do with her what we do."
"We can smack each other around and then fuck."
Jo Ann looked shocked by my directness and then, a long moment later, smiled.
"Like I said, I get it." I repeated.
I kissed Jo Ann and we made the bed together. Driving home, I wondered how long Jo Ann could balance what Ellie gave her and what she got from me.


Monday, April 3, 2017

The Little Amazon


Between Donna breaking up with Eric and her introducing him to Kitsune, a month elapsed.
Eric, a boy of twenty-three, did not take Donna's decision very well. They were together a little more than a year and he was deeply in love with her. And Eric couldn't fuck her enough.  A veteran of two marriages, Donna didn't fall in love with anybody and eventually got bored.
Donna was not surprised at how angry and resentful Eric became, she was used to that from younger lovers. What annoyed her was the high volume of trash talk he spread behind her back. The number of women Donna slept with was multiplied by ten in Eric's fabrications and he made it appear that she cheated on him during all those flings.
Fed up, Donna challenged Eric to a match.
"You need a lesson in growing up!" Donna told Eric as Emma the Ref reviewed the Amazonia Boxing Club's fight rules.
"Sure!" Eric sneered.
"Back to your corners!" Emma shouted, certain how this bout would end.
"Box!" Emma yelled.
Donna had no mercy on Eric. She methodically worked him over, punishing the body, making certain each second was personal torment for her foe. After two rounds of abuse, Donna saw that Eric was ready.
As he moved sluggishly in response to the bell, Donna delivered a final gut shot, that exposed Eric's head.
The first upper cut rattled the room, flinging Eric into the ropes. The ropes contracted and Eric danced forward like a drunken ballerina into the second punch.
Eric landed in an ocean of warm, caressing blackness.
"He's out!" Eric heard Emma loudly declare, even though he knew he was in Dreamland.
"Yeah, he loved it! Check to see if he's got wood!"
As Eric felt himself being rolled over, blackness took him like a lover.



Before Eric emerged from deep sleep, Emma wondered if he got Donna's message.
"He got it clearly!" Eric heard between opening his eyes and being hit by the throbbing pain rifling his jaw. Emma checked the defeated fighter over and told him he'd be okay.
"So you understand!?" Donna asked, firmly. "We're done and over! No more shit talking or I'll put you in the hospital!"
Steve looked away.
"Got it?"
"Yeah..." mumbled Eric, rubbing his chin.

"What do I want?" Kitsune asked.
"In a man!" Donna stressed the second part of the question she'd asked the younger woman a minute earlier.
Kitsune tilted her head on the pillow to watch Donna put on her underwear and dress. Kitsune gave the question silent thought.
"He doesn't have to be good looking or in great shape. He does need a good job." the  Asian girl answered. "I need him to talk like a human and not be a dick!"
Both women  laughed in unison, loudly.
Donna encountered Kitsune the night before at a party celebrating the formal opening of the branch office of Form Co. Kitsune was a manager in the finance department. Donna was pleased to hear that Kitsune was a fighter, also. After dinner and the dedication speech, they went to Kitsune's place.
"And he has to like..."
Kitsune hesitated and grinned.
"Like what?"
"To..get beat up.." Thinking of men she KOed in the past made Kitsune grin wider.
"I know just the guy." Donna said, buttoning her blouse.

 

She explained that Kitsune was "just curious" to see what kind of fighter he was.
"I'm looking for a partner." added Kitsune, when Donna introduced her to Eric at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"For sparring?" he asked, looking over the sort of skinny girl, thinking he need to go easy here.
"Oh yes, that, too!"
They were in the ring ten minutes later, with Donna standing in Kitsune's corner. During round four, the young girl hit Eric twice in the mid section and slammed his chin. For the second time in thirty days, a woman made Eric sleep in the ring.
"So there's Miss Punching Bag," observed Donna. Emma the Ref was half done with the ten count. Kitsune stared at Eric with intense pleasure. She felt so alive.
"So what are you going to do with him?" Donna asked.
"Fuck him," said Kitsune. "Fuck him stupid!"


Eric woke pleasantly exhausted. Kitsune's side of the bed was vacant, but he heard someone in the kitchen, soothing his fear that he wasn't going to get laid anymore that day.
Kitsune had just finished cooking scrambled eggs for both of them, putting the largest portion on Eric's plate.
"Thanks, Kitsune, but I could have made breakfast."
"I know." She gave Eric a kiss. "But I do great scrambled eggs and you need your strength."
YES! Eric shouted in his heart. but stayed outwardly calm. "What for?"
"We're going to fight again."
"What? Why?"
"Because of last night, stupid!"
Eric stared, perplexed. "I had a great time last night!" he pleaded.
"So did I! Donna was right, you know how to fuck a woman!"
"Then why are we having a rematch?"
"When a man really satisfies me, touches my soul like you did, I always beat him senseless."
Kitsune paused for Eric's reaction, which was deepening confusion. "My Dad taught me to box and said no man could ever conquer me."
"Okay...?"
"If I gave into you, you'd own me body and soul..so I have to clobber you."
Eric let his fork clank abruptly on his plate. "For get it! I'm not doing this!"
Kitsune appeared to frown. "Did you enjoy last night?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Then how about this Saturday afternoon?"

Thinking about the sex he had with Kitsune kept Eric determined to go through with the match. The smile Kitsune flashed from her corner, where Donna was massaging her shoulders, told Eric "I made you sleep once, I'll do it again!"
"Box!" Emma the Ref yelled over the crowd of cheering female spectators. Circling and punching each other, the intimacy the two fighters had created between them re surged. They knew each other.  Both focused that knowledge into their punches and stayed on top of the other in the hope one would give in.
In the final moments of round three, Eric pressed Kitsune to the ropes and bashed her twice in the midsection. The woman fighter was stunned by the force of the blows and gasped as the pain bent her forward , her mouth open in soundless agony. Eric hesitated, seeing Kitsune's eyes start to close. Eric inhaled deeply and fired a right.

 

The lights in Kitsune's skull went out immediately. On her back, Kitsune slumbered, unaware Emma the Ref had started the ten count. Eric stepped back from his handiwork, bewitched by the sight of his lover unconscious and vulnerable.
When he heard Emma shout "SEVEN!" he told himself, "She's mine!"
Kitsune's head and hands began to twitch and the bell clanged. Eric obeyed Emma when she pointed to his corner. Then Emma and Donna carefully moved the still limp Kitsune to her folding chair. A loud sigh escaped her lips. Kitsune's eyes fluttered open, slowly.
"Tousan...tousan...I won...I beat him..."
Kitsune was dizzy until she managed to focus on Donna.
"Eric knocked you cold!" the older woman said.
"Bell..." Kitsune violently shook her head. "That asshole!"
"Well, this is a boxing match...." reminded Emma.
"Do you want to finish?" asked Donna.
Kitsune glared across the ring and nodded affirmatively. As she answered the bell, fists raised, Kitsune saw the hesitation in Eric. She pushed through his defense and went to work on his body.
Eric could not escape the assault, which grew more ferocious as seconds ran past.
Kitsune gave her lover a minute's more punishment and said, "Dream about me!"
A left-right combination exploded on Eric's head.
The second punch left him senseless and spun him in a circle as he went to the canvas. Kitsune spat a string of Japanese and  English insults at the man she loved as Emma counted him out. At "TEN!" Emma raised Kitsune's right fist in the air.
He's mine!, Kitsune thought, watching Donna and Emma carry Eric from the ring.
 
A week later, Kitsune visited Eric, who was still bruised and sore from the fight. She thought he looked very sexy.   



Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Jo By a Knockout

Jo was one of those women who went from pretty to beautiful when she smiled.


According to Desiree, my friend Peter's wife, Jo had started acting weird, asking about me out of the blue.
"She did have a match recently with Lynn." speculated Desiree. I watched that bout one Sunday afternoon a month earlier. Jo got beat up thoroughly until Lynn finished her off.
"Jo was asleep for five minutes. Maybe some mental gears rattled lose?" Desiree added.
A week after that defeat, Jo started quizzing the women I slept with about me. The questions started off with "Did you guys have fun?" and quickly evolved to "Is Jim a nice guy?" and "Did he make you happy?" More than one of the women said she talked like an excited high school girl who just discovered boys.


Standing in her trunks and sleeveless top, Jo was about medium height and breasts that were, as we say at the Amazonia Boxing Club, a generous handful. Before putting on her boxing gloves, Jo striped off the top and let her trunks fall to her feet, then stepping out of them.
"I hope it a distraction if I fight you in my undies? I feel so much...wilder like this!"
I was speechless. She wore a skimpy black lace bra and panties fastened to her smooth waist by skinny strings. It all set off perfectly against Jo's chocolate-brown skin.
"No...no.." I jabbered. "Not...at all!"
Jo nodded as she walked up to me, flinging her tied up gloves over her right shoulder.
"Do you think it's right for a man to hit a woman?" she asked me. "I do. And I think she should hit back...hard!"
Jo gave me a long kiss. "And I'm going to knock you.." Jo pressed her lips to my ear. "...Out!"
She undid the strings of her gloves and tossed the gloves at my chest. "Put them on me!" ordered Jo, holding up her hands. I carefully fitted on each glove and tied them up.
"Good boy!"  Jo kissed me again and whispered, "I love you, Jim! Sweet dreams!"
I couldn't breath as I watched Jo stalk back to her corner.



In the ring, Jo was pretty aggressive, taking the fight to me, but rarely leaving herself open to attack. I managed to knock her down in round two, but she was up quickly, complimenting me on the combination of head shots that floored her. I could see she was unsteady.
 Later, I faked a right to Jo's head. She moved to block, leaving me a two second gap in her defense. I battered her belly with a pair of left-right combinations. My right hook sent Jo sprawling onto the nearby ropes. I stepped in and landed another right, this time to Jo's jaw.
The punch spun her along the top rope. By the time I saw her face, she was already knocked out, eyes closed and mouth falling open. Gravity took over and Jo landed on her back.
Except for the gentle rising and falling of her chest and the rhythmic twitching of her hands inside the gloves, Jo slumbered peacefully.
Holy shit! I put her out!, I thought as I pulled off my boxing gloves, looking over the curves of Jo's lovely body, supine on the canvas. An icy chill riveted me awake.
"Jo!Jo!" I shouted, kneeling down to check her eyes, which were rolled up in their sockets. "Wake up, sweet heart! Come on!"
I anxiously slapped her face, calling her name, until her eyes fluttered open.
Groaning loudly, Jo leaned on one elbow and slowly sat up.
"Damn, Jim! That was great!"
"What was great?"
"Your knockout punch! I didn't see it or feel it! I was fighting you and then nothing!"
I wrapped my arms around Jo's shoulders, getting her standing, while she detailed the fragmented dreams she had while on the canvas. We tried walking to her corner chair, but Jo faltered and slumped against my chest.
"Hold me, Jim? Please?"
I did. Jo shifted herself to face me, looking deeply into my eyes."They're so blue..."
"Jo, are you going to be okay?"
"As long as you hold me..." We fell into a kiss.
An explosion detonated on my chin and spiraled all over. I turned to jelly and melted into darkness.

I came to in her bed about an hour later. We were both naked.
"I told you I'd knock you out!" teased Jo, throwing a leg over my hips. Soon we were both smiling.



Sunday, March 5, 2017

Arianna



All men needed a beating. That was how Arianna approached guys inside and outside the Amazonia Boxing Club, but she only admitted it to her girl friends, who all agreed.
This never encumbered Arianna's sex life. The desire to fuck a man was fueled by her need to punch him. "No one ever leaves the ring on his own power after going up against me!" was her article of faith. If there were hard feelings afterward, she knew how to smooth them over.

Always a gentleman in the ring, Jon's KO punches were swift and generally painless. One instant the girl was on her feet, fighting ferociously, and then on the canvas, fast asleep. Women at the Amazonia liked Jon...a lot. They were deeply satisfied by him in the bedroom, one describing him as a "mighty good man!" All the gossip aroused Arianna.

Jon surmised Arianna was going to be a challenge. A "thick" girl should never be underestimated. Even more distracting for Jon were Arianna's cantaloupe sized tits and the brilliant smile that lit up her smooth, round face. Third round, he decided. Short and sweet.
Arianna looked Jon over and gave him a sharp smile. "I'm knocking you out, boy!"
"Oh, yeah?"
The pair threw their fists up as they circled slowly toward each other.
"Yeah!...Sweet dreams, honey stick!"
Jon fired off two gut shots to Arianna, who hammered Jon's head in reply. Leather exploded everywhere and the fighters began retreating and attacking rapidly. Jon stayed with Arianna, anticipating the opening in her defense he needed to end the match.
Arianna stood her ground, blocking and counter punching, absorbing without hesitation whatever blows actually landed. She was making herself known to her opponent.
Arianna pounded Jon's solar plexus twice, which writhed him in agony. An upper cut spun the ring violently. Jon's brain was racing to catch up. Another punch made reality wobbly. Jon couldn't keep up and he tripped into blackness.

Arianna administered a ten count.
"You're out !" she yelled in Jon's face. He was dreaming of sex-boxing with a bikini clad Kaylee, who he had boxed with a few days earlier. He really admired Kaylee's ass.
"Now you are my bitch!" she added, after an affectionate kiss.



Jon came out of the dream five minutes later and slowly, painfully sat up. His vision focused on Arianna standing in her corner, naked except for her black boxing gloves, which rested on the top ropes of the ring.
"Let's go, bitch!" ordered Arianna with a bright smile. "You can tell what I want!"
Jon worked to his feet and walked slowly to Ariana. Directly in front of her, he went to his knees and pressed his face between Arianna's substantial thighs. His tongue probed her vagina lovingly.
"Yes! Jon! Yes!" Arianna shouted. "You do love me! Bitch!"
Her voice became soft and affectionate when she insulted Jon, who brought her off continually. When he stopped to catch his breath, Jon would kiss the smooth brown skin of Arianna's inner thighs, telling her that he would love her forever.
"Stand up, Jon!" Arianna commanded, softly pressing her glove in an upward motion to Jon's chin, until they looked each other in the eyes. "Want to be my full time bitch, Jon?"
His imperceptible nod signaled yes. Arianna measured out the force needed to make the final punch count.
"Go to sleep!"
A painful detonation on his chin turned out the lights in Jon's skull.

Arianna, in black lace underwear, was the first thing Jon saw when he emerged from his knock out.
"Rise and shine!"
Arianna was gently stroking his full erection. "Enjoy your nap?"
"I don't remember..."
"No? Well, you sure slept long enough." Arianna undid her bra. Jon's eyes widened happily as she straddled him and told him to remove her panties.

Arianna's ample breasts were Jon's pillows when he woke at sunrise. She kissed the top of his head. "Good morning, honey!"
"Good morning!" he answered, pressing a kiss between her tits.
Arianna leaped from the bed like a delighted school girl and vanished into the bathroom. When she reappeared, her hands were concealed behind her back.

"For me, there's no difference between the boxing ring and the bedroom."
Exhausted, content and bruised in a few spots, Jon agreed.
A gloved first shot out from Arianna's back and slammed Jon's jaw. For a long moment, he saw stars and pinwheels. His head landed on the pillows, eyes crossed, mouth gaping open.
"I love you, bitch!"
With those tender words from his new lover, Jon went out cold.







Sunday, February 19, 2017

Sonia Slumbers



Sonia was crazy to be in a boxing ring with Jon Amur. He had four inches and twenty pounds on her, all of it muscle. As she watched Amur throwing rapid punches in the air, Sonia cursed herself for being so impulsive.
It all started because Sonia wanted to sleep with Amur, which he would have agreed to in an instant. But when she stood before him in the gym of the Amazonia Boxing Club, feeling overwhelmed by his muscular presence, Sonia's legs and will melted and she challenged Amur to a match.

One punch and she's asleep, decided Jon Amur. Assessing Sonia's compact, slender body, Amur wondered how some women made the choices they did. She wants to fuck, he thought, but some women have to do everything the hard way! Good thing Emma the Ref is here, because I'm not carrying her to the recovery room.
"Okay you two!" Emma the Ref  said aloud, waving the two boxers in. "Fight!"
Amur was out first, fists on the defensive. Sonia followed, desperate to conceal her fear. They circled, Sonia dodging punches until she saw Amur maneuvering her into the ropes. She panicked.
"Jon...know what's wrong with you?"
"No, what?" he replied, casually.
"You like old lady pussy!"
"Wha?!"
WHAM!!
Sonia's body went into the upper cut, which landed dead on Jon Amur's chin. He lay on his back, looking dreamily up at Sonia, who was moving around him, stunned by delivering a KO. Emma the Ref was counting him out, all five fingers on left hand extended.
Amur looked at Sonia's long legs and blacked out.


It was true. Jon Amur was involved with two older women at the moment, Beatrice and Donna, who were both members of the 40 plus women at the Amazonia, known as the Cougar Clique. Both women had knocked Amur out in public matches a year earlier and he had enjoyed their favors on a regular basis ever since.
Amur was still sensitive about the defeats and that someone figured out his older woman fetish. Sonia had used the information to land a sucker punch defeat and Amur wanted a rematch, which Sonia had to accept or lose her Amazonia membership.

"Look Jon, she's a stupid, young kid. okay? She was acting impulsively!"
Emma could see Jon Amur wasn't listening and was staring through her to the apprehensive Sonia.
"Some women have to do things the hard way," Jon Amur told Emma.
"Fine! Just make it fast!"

Jon Amur strode from the corner, moving implacably at Sonia, who back peddled, aware of what was about to happen.
WHAP!!
Sonia dropped against the ropes in a deep KO daze.Her wide, glazed eyes did register Amur guiding her by the hand to the middle of the ring. Senseless on her feet, Sonia yielded to Jon positioning her head for the finishing punch. Loud birds were singing in her head.
An upper cut switched off the flickering lights in the girl's brain and Sonia was stone cold unconscious.
Jon Amur waited for the ten count from Emma the Ref before hefting Sonia over his shoulder, her arms and legs dangling like a rag doll's limbs. As he started out of the ring, Emma ran after him.
"What are going to do, Jon!"
"Relax, Emma..."
Emma followed Jon Amur into the recovery room, where placed Sonia on a bed. He kissed her lips.
"When sleeping beauty wakes up, tell her we should talk." Jon said as he went out the door.