Sunday, September 18, 2016

Mother and Daughter


I banged a few women from the Cougar Clique before Sherry. She wasn't as face pretty as Beatriz and Donna, the Clique leader, but Sherry had slender legs and satisfying tits. Light blue eyes illuminated her entire face, which held a maternal-whorish look to them.That magnetism doubled for me after each match I watched Sherry win at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"Five guys took me on, five guys got carried out!" Sherry warned me the afternoon I challenged her to a match. She was being modest. The fights I witnessed all ended with the male participants badly bruised and out cold by round four. Even my friend Tommy, one of the best boxers at the Amazonia, was lifted off his feet by Sherry's upper cut.
Our fight was set for that Saturday.

An hour before the start, Sherry visited me in my dressing room just after my second, Desiree, stepped away.
"How old are you, Jon?"
Sherry was prepped for battle in short red trunks and a matching sports bra. Her thighs looked better the more I saw of them.
"Twenty-three." I replied.
"Almost perfect." purred Sherry, her arms snaking through mine and up my back, drawing me into an embrace. We kissed. "Ever been knocked out?"
"A few times..." I answered.
Sherry clasped my right hand and tenderly guided it down the front of her trunks. "Feel that, Jon?"
My fingers danced with her pussy hair and labia. We both grinned and kissed again.
With my free hand, I shifted Sherry's waist band below her hips.
"I'm gonna knock you out cold! So I'm giving you something to dream about!"
I had just started caressing Sherry's clit when she slapped my face. "Asshole! What the hell are you doing?!" she yelled violently, shoving me away. "Get ready for a serious beating, asshole!"
Sherry gave me a great leg show as she strode from the room.

Like Sherry's previous foes, I went to the canvas pretty quickly. It was my own fault. The lovely feel of her pussy on my fingers wouldn't leave me alone. A combination hammered me. The first punch sprawled me on the ropes. The second I never felt.
I know I slumbered through Emma the Ref's ten count, because when I woke I was in my corner, Desiree holding her index and middle fingers in my face.
"How many fingers, Jon?"
I concentrated, focusing on her hand.
"Pussy...?"
"Christ!" Desiree rolled her eyes.
"How's he doing?" asked Emma's voice.
"Sherry knows how to pick them. Help me get him to the recovery room."
Both women pulled me up, draping my arms over their shoulders. I glimpsed Sherry accepting the adulation of the all female crowd with her fists in the air. I went back to sleep.

Two weeks after getting publicly trounced , Sherry and I met up at the No Tell, a tidy motor lodge on Route 3. Waiting for us was a woman near my age, a younger looking version of Sherry.
"This is Jon, sweetie. You heard a lot about him."
The girl looked me up and down critically.
"You put him out. Nice to finally meet you, Jon."
I struggled for a response, but my only thought was "Three way!"
"You certainly have your mother's beauty." I said, suddenly very confident.
"That's sweet! I'm Jillian!"
"It's just been my daughter and me since my husband left us...so we share everything. Understand, Jon?"
"Perfectly!"
Jillian tossed a gym bag from her shoulder on the bed and took out a pair of heavy looking boxing gloves. "Let's flip for him, Mom!"
I watched a quarter fly off Sherry's thumb. Jillian called out "Tails!" as it tumbled to the floor. George Washington stared up at us from the carpet.
Jillian kissed her mother and told me "See you later!" as she left. Sherry slowly pulled the glove on her right hand.
"Ready?"
The older woman I wanted to fuck so much was about to give me the knock out I craved!
Sherry kissed the glove and slugged me. Landing on the bed, I was out.


The great thing about sex with an older woman is how confident they are, they do know what they want. Sherry took me in her with the sole purpose of getting laid until she was completely satisfied, which was a long time.
After 1 a.m. Jillian appeared in the room, naked as we were. More athletic than her mother, Jillian had the smooth body of a twenty-four year old. "Come here, Jon!"
She and I fell into a long kiss, that was abruptly terminated by a bare knuckled right to my chin. I remember slumping over Jillian's shoulder.
Like her mother, Jillian wanted a man to fuck her continually. She urged me on like a jockey on a through bred.

I woke late the next morning to see mother and daughter standing by the bed, decked out in tight trunks and boxing gloves. I leaped from the bed, kissing them both deeply.
"No Jon, look at us!"
Both women cocked back their right fists, saying "Nighty-night!" in unison.
I saw them smile like predators.
I came around, hours later, with headache and a black eye. 

Monday, September 5, 2016

Boxing Cousin Tulip



                                          


Jim's girlfriend, Bella, was carried inside the house and put on the living room couch. Three rounds was how long she lasted in a bare knuckled backyard match with Tulip, Jim's older cousin. Tulip wanted to sleep with Jim, but Bella, obviously, objected so Tulip beat her up.
"Bella, sweetheart, can you hear me?!" Jim implored his prone lover. Tulip was standing a few feet away, arms folded confidently over her abundant tits, held in place by a scarlet bikini top. Shifting her long, well developed legs in cut-off jean shorts, she  brushed her cousins head.
"She's out, Jimmy, and I made sure she'll be that way for a while!"
Jim stared at Tulip, very pissed at the damage she'd done to Bella.
"Hope you're happy, Tulip!"
Beneath his honest anger, Jim wanted to fuck his second cousin badly. But he was in love with Bella.
"Very!" Tulip clutched Jim's arm, tugging him away from the couch. "This one's useless, Jim! You saw she can't fight and I know I'm a better fuck than her...let's go upstairs!"
The trio was alone in the house. Jim and Bella were visiting during a university graduation road trip. The last time Tulip saw her little cousin Jim, he was in high school and whenever they embraced, Tulip rubbed forcefully against him and tongued him when they kissed. The embarrassed teen pretended nothing was wrong, but his arousal was pretty obvious. Now just when Jim was legal, Tulip found her seduction plans obstructed by Bella, so she clobbered her rival.
"Outside, Tulip! Now!"
Tulip wasn't annoyed by this delay. It always thrilled her to work over the man she wanted.

                                              
In the backyard, a boxing ring had been improvised from old couches, lounges and mattresses.
"We fight till one us sleeps, understand, Jimmy?"
"Yeah, I understan..."
Jimmy came up short when Tulip dropped her bikini top and pitched it outside the ring. The boxing gloves she pulled on were inscribed with "Sweet Dreams!" on the front of each. Jim stood entranced.
"What are you waiting for, put on those gloves!" ordered Tulip.
Jim, eyes still fixed on Tulip's bare chest, grabbed the black gloves Bella should have worn and put them on. Tulip went to her corner, picked up a large wooden spoon and banged it loudly on a metal bucket she clinched in her arm.
Jim had a compulsion to punch his cousin right on the nipples. When he got the chance, he socked both breasts twice, electing an "OHHH!"  from Tulip. Her pain sounded so good to Jim. A hard punch from nowhere clouted the side of his head and Jim was out.
The sky, blue and lined with cottony clouds, was what Jim saw next. Jim got to his feet, not even hearing Tulip's count until he was standing up straight.
"I know you wanted to feel them, but punching the girls is not permitted!" Tulip taunted.
They touched gloves and fought again.
While Jim battled his cousin, he forgot completely about Bella, still knocked out and dreaming in the house. He concentrated on sending Tulip on her own trip to Dreamland. For a moment he wondered what he might try after the ten count, with Tulip spread eagle on the lawn.
BAM!

                                                      

Jim emerged slowly this time, groaning, his face aching. Gloved hands resting in his lap, he sat in a recliner, head lolling side to side. Tulip knelt in front of him and called his name. Jim made a kind of response.
"Mommy...?"
Tulip burst out laughing. "I knew it, I always knew it!"
She yanked him to his feet and dog walked Jim to the large, overstuffed couch that comprised one side of the ring "Ready for Mommy's good night kiss?'
Jim only grinned distractedly. He was already dreaming on his feet of fucking Tulip, thrusting harder and harder.
"Now, the next time I say 'Let's go to my room,' you do it!"
WHAP!!

Jim was out cold for ten minutes.
He dreamed erotically of Bella and three girls he nailed behind Bella's back at Blake Mitchell University. But mostly he had pleasing visions of the woman who had just punched him out.
When he woke on Tulip's bed, he and Tulip were naked. As she stalked across the bedding like a tigress, Tulip described to Jim how sexy he was naked and knocked out. Tulip buried him in her body.
                                                       

An hour later the cousins were dressed. Tulip felt her usual deep contentment after getting laid really well.
"Hey, Tulip?"
Tulip turned to her cousin, smiling as she thought: God, maybe he wants more!
POW!!
Jim's sudden right hook knocked Tulip unconscious. Carrying her downstairs, Jim placed her on the big chair opposite the couch, where Bella still slumbered.

"Bella, honey, wake up!" He repeated himself a few times, gently slapping the girl's chin. Bella stirred and her eyes fluttered open.
"Wha..happened...?"
"Don't you remember?" asked Jim.
"I don't recall anything."
"You knocked Tulip out cold!" Jim said, happiness rising in his voice.
"I..I did?"
"Well, you put each other out at the same time. But Tulip still is still snoozing!'
Bella sat back on the cushion and rubbed her head. "The bitch deserved it!"

 

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Fight the Good Girl



The text read "Fight Me!" Max Haig impulsively responded "When?" Max wanted to box Lady Donna very badly.
The feelings he had for Lady Donna were closer to intense lust than to love, but the desire burned deeply all the same. Lady Donna, a senior director of Justice Force, an all female band of crime fighters, was all that Max was not.

He had seen Lady Donna the first time on a live news broadcast of her taking out all five members of the Testosterone Gang during a bank heist. The twelve year old Max was stunned speechless watching the younger Lady Donna pose over the defeated crooks, flexing her biceps for the camera. Max was deep in wide-eyed love.
Max did wonder why Lady Dona dared him to a private bout at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Justice Force had been trying to capture Max, who had grown up to be a successful cat burglar, counterfeiter, and cyber criminal, for more than a decade. A number of times he tangled with Justice Force agents and left all of them out cold at his feet.
Was it a trap? Maybe. But if they wanted to capture him, Justice Force could have easily traced the signal of his cell phone and found him. This had not happened. 
Did Lady Donna just want a fight? Could be. In that case, Lady Donna was in her forties, a decade older than Max, and he assumed he would score a quick KO. That scenario excited him until another, even more stimulating hit Max. Maybe Lady Donna wanted to fuck?



The rules were settled before the time of the match was set, eleven p.m. in a private ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club. For ten rounds, the couple would fight until one knocked the other out. Emma the Ref would over see the fight.
In the flesh, Lady Donna was the perfect Cougar, muscular and lean, tits full and round as Max remembered them being as a teenager. Around Lady Donna's predatory brown eyes, faint crows feet were forming, stoking Max even more.
Emma the Ref waved together. 
"Ready to sleep, pussy hound?" asked Lady Donna.
Max only stared back, reminding himself to keep it together.
"I'm going tuck you into bed tonight, Donna!" 
A glove smacked Max sideways. Emma stepped between the fighters, ordering them to their corners.
Giving them half a minute to focus, Emma shouted "Fight!"
They laid into each other instantly. In the past, Lady Donna had fought plenty like Max, but she was pleasantly surprised by how skilled a fighter Max was. No wonder he knocked out so many of our operatives, she thought. But I know what he really wants and I'm making sure he'll get it!
An even match went on for three rounds. Lady Donna floored Max, but he quickly sprang up even before Emma could start the count. When two right hooks put her on the canvas, Lady Donna had a quick dream of her evening with Batman and woke to hear "FIVE!" Grabbing the ropes, Lady Donna was wobbly but standing when Emma called out "NINE!"
"Okay pussy lover, NOW it's time to sleep!" Lady Donna snarled.

 
 Punches fell over Max, who retreated from the barrage of leather. Moments later, he felt his back press against the ropes. A faint left was met by Lady Donna's fist, sending him the opposite direction. Pain stabbed his jaw, slowing his reactions, giving Lady Donna the opening she craved.
Three direct hits scrambled Max's vision. A harsh upper cut put him in standing daze. Lady Donna repeated the punch to insure her opponent was immobile.
Max knew what was about to happen any second and knowing that made him fall for Lady Donna. Please fuck me! he pleaded among his jumbled thoughts.
Max slept contently on the canvas.

Lady Donna retrieved Max's gym bag which contained his clothes while Emma counted him out. The two women stripped and redressed the victim in his street clothes, admiring his manhood as they worked.
"What's going to happen to Max now?" asked Emma as she buttoned up his shirt.
"I'll take him back to Justice Force HQ for interrogation. Max has a lot of connections in the criminal networks."
"What if he doesn't cooperate?"
At the count of three, they lifted Max onto the stretcher Emma had placed on the canvas and carried him from the ring.
"I can make men like Max talk!" stated Lady Donna.
"You're not going to hurt him!"
"No, just the opposite."
They were in the alley between the Amazonia Boxing Club and Zappatelli's Pizzeria. Carefully, they sat Max in the couch-sized back seat of Lady Donna's mini van.
"Well, thanks for your help capturing Max Haig. Justice Force won't forget this."
"No problem. Good luck."
The word "Josie" emerged from Max, whose head was nodding. Lady Donna climbed in and landed a karate chop midway between skull and shoulders. Stars danced in Max's head and he slumped over.
"Is he under control?" Emma asked.
"Oh yeah!"
The pair embraced and Lady Donna rode off for Justice Force HQ.


A month later, Emma received an invitation to the wedding of Max Haig and crime fighter Lady Donna. Emma smiled at the happy ending.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Sleeper or Smother?





"What's it going to be? Sleeper or smoother?"
Beth Ann had Tom pinned to the the canvas, her legs twisted tightly around his and palms clinched on his wrists. Beth Ann's face was only a few inches from his.
"Or should I put one on your chin and leave you here to sleep it off?"
Beth Ann smiled, flashing her bedroom eyes. Tom shifted both sets of limbs, but could not break free.
"Well?" she asked, breathily, granting Tom enough room to squirm against her body.

This week marked the third anniversary of Beth Ann's membership at the Amazonia Boxing Club and wrestling Tom was part of the celebration. Well in advance of the bout, which Beth Ann proposed to Tom one afternoon in a bar, she plotted this climax, which struck Beth Ann as the perfect finish to the bout.
That Tom was physically happy to have Beth Ann pressed on him was obvious and didn't upset her at all. Beth Ann loved close contact with men, whether wrestling, boxing, or fucking. For her, there was little difference between them. The nickname for Beth Ann in the men's locker room was "The Amazon," since her large chest and muscular figure reminded so many of the mythical fighters.

If he doesn't decide now, Beth Ann thought, I'm going to punch him out!
"Smoother!" blurted Tom. "Please!"
"I knew you'd go for that. Don't move!"
She released his wrists to pull off her top, exposing her breasts. Instead of struggling to escape, Tom clasped Beth Ann's ass and gently rubbed the cheeks in anticipation.
"Better feel as much as you can, boy! It's two minutes to Dreamland!"
Beth Ann surged forward, positioning her tits over Tom's face. The boxers stared at each other in silence and Beth Ann murmured, "Sweet dreams!" burying Tom's head between her breasts.  In the first seconds, Tom enjoyed Beth Ann's flesh on his face and tried to kiss the tits that sealed off his mouth and nose. The pleasure vanished when he tried to inhale and couldn't. His arms swung rapidly in every direction, while his legs banged the canvas. Short, stifled gasps barely escaped from under Beth Ann's chest. She tightened her arms, drawing Tom deeper into her cleavage.
"You like it, Tom?! You do!"
Beth Ann titled her face down, kissing Tom's black hair. Suddenly, the limbs slowed and dizziness hit Tom hard. Tom grunted and sighed. Breathing was impossible.
"You out?" asked Beth Ann, tenderly. She gave Tom's neck a final embrace. "Yeah, you're out fucking cold."
Beth Ann released the hold and settled Tom's head on the canvas. His mouth hung open.
"You going to bother pinning him?" asked Emma the Ref. "Because I'm not going to count him out."
"I'll forgo that perk!" Beth Ann replied. She pressed up on Tom's chin until his teeth touched and then kissed her victim. Tom was out stone cold. Perfect, Beth Ann thought.
"Tell Mr. Submissive Lamb that I'll call him tomorrow!" Beth Ann told Emma the Ref and exited the ring.


She actually waited two days to call Tom, which turned out for the best. Emma the Ref had to help him from the ring when he came around. But even as his head cleared in the Recovery Room, Tom knew he was in love with Beth Ann...and horny beyond describing.
Laying in bed that night, Tom reran the memory of the breast smoother knockout in his head until he dropped into a depleted sleep.

Beth Ann called him at work, asking what he'd like for supper. She told him to be at her place at 7 p.m. After dinner and some wine, Beth took Tom by the hand and lead him to her bedroom.
Tom fucked like a man in love, which he was. They both woke late the next morning, happily exhausted.
"You really liked me to demolish you."
Tom grinned. "I did, a lot!"
"I liked destroying you, too! Tom, do you love me?"
"Yeah! I do!"
"I'm not in love with you. It's not your fault, I never loved anyone in my life." Beth Ann explained. "But I still want to see you, as much as I can. And I want to make sure everyone knows we're a couple."
"Great, tell anyone you want."
"I sure will!"
WHAP!
From nowhere, Beth Ann's fist smacked Tom's head.
When he woke five minutes later, Tom was on his feet in front of a full length mirror on the bedroom door. Beth Ann's deep purple seal of ownership encircled his right eye. She gave Tom an excited kiss.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Maggie Beats Up Sam


Men always noticed the tattoos that swarmed all over both of Maggie's arms. They saw her stand up tits and toned buttocks, but the cascade of red, blue and violet inked figures and symbols seemed to smack them across the face.
The skin art, along with her lean body, and Maggie's regular practice of beating men senseless in the ring caused whispers at the Amazonia Boxing Club that Maggie was a lesbian. The rumor evaporated when she laid some of the men she knocked out cold.
"If she's a dyke, she's the best actress on Earth!" one of Maggie's victim-lovers, Phil, told his friend Sam. They were having an after work beer.
"And you just challenged her?" asked Sam.
"Oh yeah. No standing on ceremony with Maggie. We fought the same day."
Sam had watched the tattooed woman tear through Phil. Limp and bruised all over, Phil was carried off in round three.
"And you and her fucked that night?"
"The next night!" Phil explained. "Give Maggie a try."



After talking with Maggie for a few minutes at a coffee shop near the Amazonia, Sam complimented her skin art, asking Maggie if he was using the right term.
"They are 'tattoos', right?"
"Yep, that's correct!" Maggie looked over her arms, extended for Sam to examine.
"Do they have a special meaning?" Sam inquired. All he saw was jumble of figures and symbols.
"Yes. I get a tat for every man I knock out with my fists. I got my first one when I was nineteen!"
"These are all men you fought?"
"Not all. I'd be covered completely if that was the case. These are just the special ones."
"Special how...if I can ask?"
"Special as in they were a good fight or a good fuck...or both."
She pointed to the number "19" in vibrant cherry tones, perched on Maggie's left shoulder. "My first male opponent when I was in the police academy...Tony. He was great, I popped him out early in the match. Everyone was surprised, including me!" Maggie grinned. "We were together for two years."
Sam pressed his finger cautiously on a white and crimson image of two poker cards, side by side, the ace and two of hearts.
" 'Two Round Tommy'," Maggie answered. I knocked him out cold in the middle of round two. Tommy and I were married for five years."
"They're very beautiful, Maggie. You should be proud."
"I am, thanks."
The portrait of male and female faces being hammered by an immense black boxing glove leaped out from Maggie's right bicep.
"Who are they?" Sam asked.
"The man is Jon from a year ago." Maggie pressed a finger on Jon's image. "I sent him to dreamland in round five and we fucked the same night."
"The woman?"
Maggie stabbed the female face with her nail. "Jon's girl. She objected to us messing around, so I settled the matter with her in the ring. She was in the hospital for a week." Maggie smiled widely. "What are you doing tonight, Sam?"



"What's the blank space for?"

Maggie was on top of Sam, where she had been all night. She glanced at the patch of untouched flesh  below the "19" tattoo. "Kiss it!" she told Sam. "Now!"
Sam pressed his lips to the smooth skin.
"That space is for you."
"For me?" Sam echoed.
"I could knock you out so fast you wouldn't know it happened!"
Sam pictured the naked body pressed against him dressed in boxing gear. "Yeah, whenever you're ready, Maggie."


 By round four, Maggie was wearing Sam down, working him mostly in the mid section, with occasional head shots to keep the stars shinning brightly in his eyes.
"You gonna cum, Sam?!"  Maggie whispered in her opponent's face, pounding his belly. Sam only grunted after each punch landed. Maggie's voice and the female spectators cheering her on from ringside where millions of miles away. Maggie pasted Sam twice on the jaw.
Then she stepped away from her victim, believing he was headed for the canvas. Sam was still, arms dangling, mouth agape, eyes nearly shut. Birds were singing loudly in his ears.
Maggie silently calculated the force needed and threw her fist. The upper cut jerked Sam's head back, switching off the lights.
Emma the Ref moved in, shoving back Maggie, who was screaming "Get up bitch! Get up, you bitch!" at the lifeless fighter. Emma waved in the seconds, Desiree and Kaylee, who loaded Sam onto a stretcher and moved him to the recovery room. Maggie loved the dreamy smile Sam's face as he went by.

Three weeks later Sam got a text from Maggie: "Come look at my new tattoo!"
Sam marveled at the new tat as the morning sun illuminated the sleeping Maggie's shoulder. It was a likeness of himself in boxing gear, unconscious on the canvas. Inside the dream bubble over his head was a Valentine's heart, pierced by Cupid's arrow. The tattoo version of Sam smiled as he dreamed.
 

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Tommy's Contusion Benefits




Two things happened to Tommy after losing a boxing match to Naomi the Amazon. Tommy developed a serious shiner on his right eye. Second, for weeks afterward he got laid - a lot.
It was a private bout between Tommy and the African-American battler, held after midnight at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Since he loved muscle girls, he went into the ring half expecting Naomi to fuck him after the bout. Instead, the kindergarten teacher pounded Tommy's face three times before dispatching him to dreamland. Naomi didn't bother with a ten count, she just left Tommy sprawled on his back.
A few days later a guy, who didn't know about the match, asked Tommy how he got the black eye. Tommy answered, "From Naomi the Amazon" and word spread quickly, because men weren't supposed to admit they were injured by a woman, although it happened all the time at the Amazonia.
Some guys laughed at Tommy, but that was drowned out by women asking for details of the beating. "How did it feel to get pounded and knocked out by a woman?" most of them asked. The more specifics Tommy provided, the more excited the women became, until one told Tommy she needed sex with him right there.
They fucked. Tommy began adding new, vivid details to the story.


When Suli asked for a fight, Tommy was surprised. He had seen her around the gym and wanted her, and knew she was partners with Kiki in the You're Out! mixed fighting sessions service. Tommy assumed Suli was building the client base.
"No, this one's on me!" she said as the pair climbed into the ring. Suli admitted to being aroused by Tommy's black eye and the tale of how he got it.
"I'm going to do the same to you, horn dog, just a lot faster!"
The bell signaled to the two fighters. Suli and Tommy danced in a closing circle around each other, like opposite poles of two magnets.
"Suli, you are damn beautiful!"
"Thank you! Know what you are, honey stick?"
"What?"
"Unconscious."
BAP!
Tommy felt an explosion and he thought, as everything closed own, "Time to sleep!" He did a slow El Foldo to the canvas, dreaming he was going down on Suli.
Tommy woke naked on a motel room bed, Suli standing over him in her pink undies, flexing her biceps.
"Nap time's over! Play time's started!" Suli explained.


If you didn't know her well, you'd mistake the look in Amelia's eyes for love. At twenty-three, she barely understood what the word meant. She was consumed with sexual fascination for Tommy and his contusion.
Tommy stood with her in the ring, staring back into her eyes and feeling pretty horny himself. The petite Asian-American girl wore light blue, low cut sweatpants, a white spots bra, and pink boxing gloves..
"Did you come ready to fight, Amelia?"
Amelia nodded in the affirmative, not breaking eye contact. "Did that hurt?" she asked, pointing her glove at Tommy's right eye.
"Yeah. Naomi trounced me."
"It's like she kissed you."
Tommy looked at Amelia's exposed jaw, realizing he could finish this before it started. But would Amelia want to fuck when she came around?
Tommy raised his gloves to waist level, partially extending them. Amelia did nothing but stare and grin.
"Amelia, let's touch gloves."
"Sure...touch gloves..."
Amelia's grin widened.
"Sweetie, go back to your corner so we can box."
"Box?" Amelia pressed a deep kiss on her opponent's lips. "Why you wanna fight, Tommy?...you're cute!"
The male fighter surrendered. "Amelia, there's something I have to tell you."
The girl's eyes brightened.
"Yeah! What?"
"To say 'good night' to Daddy!"
BAM!
Amelia's face jerked toward the ceiling, but she didn't fall. Her lips began to move. Tommy couldn't hear what she was murmuring at first.
"Hit...me with..your best..shot...fire ...away!..."
"Okay, come to Daddy!" Tommy said, kneeling down. Amelia melted over his shoulder and he shifted her into a comfortable carrying position.

Although Tommy changed into street cloths before leaving the Amazonia, Amelia was still clad in her boxing outfit and gloves when she was carried into her bedroom.
Tommy took a few digital pictures of the slumbering girl fighter, so lovely and vulnerable, motionless on the mattress. He was proud of sucker punching the inexperienced warrioress.
"Amelia! Amelia! Wake up, my little honey pot!"
Tommy gently slapped Amelia's face. Eyes wincing, she emerged slowly from sleep.
"..how did..I get ...here..?"
"I drove you home from the Club." Tommy explained, removing her boxing gloves.
"Was I...knocked out?"
"For the count and more!"
Tommy pitched away the gloves and helped Amelia sit up. She blinked a few times to focus her thoughts.
"Did I go a few rounds at least?" asked the girl, staring up at her opponent.
"No, I slugged you when you didn't expect it."
Amelia twisted her face in confusion. "You took me!"
"You're too lovely not to knock out, Amelia!"
Pulling Tommy down by his shirt, Amelia purred, "Take me again!"

On the morning drive home, Tommy stopped at a florist and had red roses sent to Amelia.


Saturday, June 25, 2016

Maria's Rules



Maria was what most men termed "plus size," but her full thighs and tits made her very attractive, especially to the guy standing across the ring. She wasn't upset at Eddie for challenging her to a boxing match simply because he wanted to fuck her. From other men, Maria had learned such opponests were blind to the contradiction of wanting to make love to and box the same woman. The two impulses were one desire for them, so Maria defused the situation by knocking them out cold. The opponents who realized, post KO, that they were "screwed up," Maria spent the night with. But no relationship came of these pairings. Maria wanted another sort of mate.

"Here's my rules, Eddie, so we have no misunderstanding!"
Eddie, medium height, in good shape, average looks, nodded. "Go ahead."
"We're both here because you want to get with me and I'm willing to give you a chance. We clear so far?"
Eddie was disoriented by Maria's directness, but admitted he understood.
"So this will be simple: If you knock me out, we're a couple. But if I put you down, you're back at square one."
The challenger surveyed Maria's biceps. "I can try again if I lose?"
"Sure. As often as you want. I like you. So you're clear about the parameters?"
"Yes!" Eddie enthused.
"Great!"
WHAP!
BAM!
SOCK!
The third punch actually put Eddie to sleep, which made Maria sad. She didn't want such a nice guy to hurt too much.
She gave Eddie a slow ten count, but the felled warrior never stirred after his face down landing.
Planting the same affectionate kiss on Eddie she gave all her victims, Maria collected her stuff and left.



She didn't hear from Eddie for a month, which was longer than she expected. Gossip in the women's locker room at the Amazonia Boxing Club said Eddie had hooked up with a few, twenty something gym bunnies since his defeat.
"Well, are those sluts there for any other reason?" Maria told her friend, Jasmine.
Maria assumed Eddie had given up in search of easier women, until she received a text, asking for a rematch.

This time the bout lasted three rounds. Maria let it go that long and found Eddie was good fighter, if you didn't sucker punch him in the opening seconds of the fight.
But in time...
WHAM!
The lone upper cut lifted Eddie a few inches in the air. Maria was pleased to see his eyes close in mid flight. Maria rolled Eddie on his back. He had a smile on his lips, despite being unconscious. That's more like it, Maria thought. Pulling down the front of his trunks, she gently fingered his erection.
"Just like I expected," she murmured, putting the waistband back in place. "Let's give Eddie a taste to whet his appetite!"

Maria spent the night with Eddie a week later. He described her to his friends as "a powerhouse fuck" and the "best in years," which it was.
Eddie wanted more, but Maria did not reply to cell phone calls, emails or text messages.  Total silence. Eddie was in love and completely cut off.
When he started seeing bouts between Maria and other men, most of them ending with the male carried from the ring, Eddie went from frustrated to angry. He demanded a second date with Maria, but the meeting place would be a boxing ring.

"I've been busy," Maria explained when she finally faced Eddie.
"So I saw." Eddie replied. Maria thought his pissed off tone was just right. "The rules are the same, got it?"
"Got it!"
Eddie was aggressive this time, but not careless. Each round that went by, he maneuvered Maria closer to a corner until the fifth, when he fixed her on a turnbuckle and opened up.
Maria made only a brief defense against Eddie's onslaught. Pain exploded all over her body until she began to slump.
Even though her vision was blurring, Maria felt the barrage of fists diminish and become more precise.
Yes! Now! she implored Eddie, consciousness drifting away. The punches became a song that she followed until darkness took her in a lover's embrace.

Maria awoke to Eddie calling her name desperately. Sitting upright against the ropes where she had fallen after succumbing to the knock out, she smiled at her new lover.