Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Rosie Dreamland



"You're endowed like a horse, really gifted," Rosie observed, smiling from her corner of the ring. "It's a real shame I'm going to knock you out cold for the night!"
The private match at the Amazonia Boxing Club was my idea. Fighting naked except for our boxing gloves was Rosie's. I could not say no.
"We don't have to start fighting immediately..." I suggested. "I'm a lover at heart."
"I bet!"
Rosie had been working out at the Amazonia for the last year and her golden-brown body showed the results. In this situation, I couldn't not stare at her firm thighs and sweet, black haired pussy. But her smile, that said "Take me right now, lover!" and her liquid brown eyes warned "I'm putting you out, boy!"
Rosie banged her gloves together loudly. "Marcus, I know what you're trying. Give me some of your honey, get me worn out before I even throw a punch!"
She was right. The word from the guys who had dated her was that once Rosie got started making love, she went all night. It appeared I would have to box Rosie before I did anything else with her.
Rosie started to strut to me slowly, throwing punches in the air in front of her. "And just so you know, sweetheart, I'm sending you to Rosie Dreamland! Know what that is?"
"No."
"That's when I knock you out and you dream about me! By the time you wake up, I'll be long gone!"
With no warning, Rosie clasped my head and pulled me into a long kiss. I yanked her body against mine, hoping to get things started. Rosie pushed me back.
"Nice try!" she laughed and went back to her corner.



As expected, Rosie fought like a wildcat. Keeping close made me horny and a good target. By round three, I'd been battered pretty well and floored twice.
In the fourth, we opened up on each other, dueling punches aimed at our heads and bodies. I laid a punishing left-right to Rosie's belly and then uncorked an upper cut when there was an explosion. A right hook slammed my jaw, stars everywhere. I heard Rosie's "OOOOFFFF!" and saw nothing.
The stars were still shinning when I woke, face down in Rosie's pussy. I nuzzled into her labia. A soft moan made me look up. Between the pair of round breasts, I saw Rosie's face on its side, boxing gloves, wrists up, behind her head. A wide smile curled her lips. I had knocked Rosie out cold.
The urge to give Rosie serious cunny and more flared in my loins. I kissed her again and slipped off to Rosie Dreamland.



Sunday, March 22, 2015

Amelia



My left-right, upper cut follow through combination knocked Amelia out in round four. She said this was her first time boxing a guy and Amelia was a sweet kid. I doubt she even knew what happened. One moment Amelia, a senior at Blake Mitchell University, was giving me a pretty good fight and suddenly, nothing, flat on her back in a deep knock out.
She was cute, laying at my feet, completely conquered. Possessed of a soft, round face that you see in Asian women, Amelia looked like a girl who had recently lost weight from training at the Amazonia Boxing Club, legs really toned and biceps defined.  rumor had it that Amelia only went with women, but who could tell for sure. Early 20s is a time when females experiment and if she wanted to get in the ring with a male who was older and bigger than her, who knows what else might happen.
Amelia was already coming out of it when her seconds, Josie and Karen, lifted her from the canvas and sat her in her corner. The way Amelia groaned and blinked her eyes, you knew her journey back to reality would be protracted.
"Is she okay?" I ask after removing my gloves and pulling on a T- shirt.
"You rattled her good," Karen answered, over her shoulder, shinning a small flash light in Amelia's eyes. "She'll be okay, but you left a shiner."
Amelia suddenly noticed my presence a few feet away. "You..stars...when did you...gotta a hard...fist...." and the exhausted girl boxer sagged back to the turn buckle.



Getting flattened flipped a switch in Amelia's soul. A week after our bout, she went out her way three times to talk to me at the Amazonia. I finally asked her out for dinner and she accepted before I finished the request.
I kept the conversation focused on her: where Amelia came from, what were her plans for graduate school and a career. When I asked her why she took up boxing, Amelia got really excited.
"I love fighting, I always have since I was in grade school." I searched the delicate featured co-ed for signals of aggression and found nothing but a smile and black shoulder length hair in a tight pony tail.
"Really now?"
"Yeah! I fell in love when I was sixteen and I hit her a bunch of times."
"So the Amazonia and you are a perfect fit?"
"Yep!"
I sat back, a little surprised by her honesty. We hadn't even slept with each other yet.
"And now?" I asked.
"I thought I'd try men, see if picking a fight with men would be fun."
"And?"
"I don't know. It was a great match, but then you turned out my lights."
"How was that Amelia, was I your first man?"
Amelia smiled slowly. "Not yet."

Amelia was ready to fuck as soon as we got back to my place, so I didn't hold back.
"I can knock you out, I know I can!"
Amelia was excited to challenge me again as we lay in my bed the next morning. I just wanted more sex with her, but Amelia cut me off until I agreed. I did.

A day later we were in a private ring at the Amazonia. All decked out in her trunks and red gloves, Amelia looked very comfortable.
"You for your knockout, honey?" I asked, raising my gloves.
"Right now!" she replied.
"Just one thing, Amelia..."
"Yeah?"
WHAP!
My upper cut jerked Amelia's head back. For a moment, she faced the ceiling, arms dangling, mouth hanging open. Softly she fell into my arms and I lowered her to the canvas. I took a shower and when I came back, Amelia was sitting up on the canvas, shaking the stars from around her head.


Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Getting Even

 
The punch sent Adrienne across the canvas, landing her on her back.
"Damn!" exclaimed Paula, one of Adrienne's seconds. She knew exactly how much winning this match against Rex meant to her friend.
"Adrienne!" Henry shouted, leaping toward his unconscious girlfriend. Emma the Ref was already standing over the flattened girl, starting the ten count.
Adrienne's head, slack jawed, rested on her bare shoulder. The only movement was Adrienne's ample breasts rising and falling under her red sports bra and the twitching of her hands inside her boxing gloves.
A few paces away, Rex felt some tenderness for his ex, even if she wasn't as good a fighter as he was. He had spent the last two rounds of the bout steadily working Adrienne over. When Rex threw the right hook that ended things, Adrienne was already out on her feet.
"Winner by a complete knockout...Rex!!" Emma the Ref shouted after declaring Adrienne out.
Well, honey, Rex decided as his arm was raised over his head in victory, you just had to have this match!
Henry and Paula jumped between the ropes to examine Adrienne. With help from Emma, they checked her pulse and eyes.
Rex had liked Adrienne and what a great lover she was. But she never understood that I needed more than one woman. Rex shrugged his shoulders and went back to his corner, where Tish and Samantha, his current partners, were waiting to towel him off.

"She's okay." Emma said, as Henry and Paula placed the stretcher next to Adrienne. "But that dick head really beat her good!"
With one careful movement, Henry and Paula lifted Adrienne on to the stretcher and carried her to the recovery room.
Smelling salts ejected Adrienne from sleep. For a few minutes, she continued to tell Henry how cute he was and if they could go out sometime. Eventually, reality shifted into place and Adrienne, aching all over, wanted to know what happened.
"Rex put you out on the canvas, sweetheart." Henry answered. Adrienne pulled her face in anger and frustration and glared at the ceiling for a silent minute.
"I'm going to destroy that bastard!"

So Adrienne started back training, telling Henry right away: no sex for the duration.
"I have to focus all my energy!" she explained.
Aware of how horny his girlfriend was in normal circumstances, Henry knew Adrienne was committed to defeating Rex. A month into preparation for the rematch, Paula felt sorry for the stoically suffering Henry and gave him an all nighter. "It's our secret." she told him.
"Why did Adrienne pick this fight with Rex to start with?" Henry asked Paula as they lay in her bed. He knew Adrienne and Rex had been together before he came along, but she had never said what had gone wrong.
"Rex was Adrienne's first real guy and she fell for his romantic bullshit act," Paula said. "It crushed her when she found out he was fucking around like a jack rabbit. When that happens, most women dust themselves off and start again. Adrienne swore revenge."

"Do you think she will win?' There was doubt in Henry's question.
"She's not going to give up until she does."

Paula saw all the advantages Rex had over Adrienne. He was bigger, better trained and he didn't fight angry. Being obsessed with vengeance handicapped Adrienne, got her over excited and prone to making mistakes in the ring. Paula decided to correct that imbalance as best she could.
"These are loaded gloves!" Adrienne said, holding the pair of red boxing gloves that Paula had just given her. They were in the women's locker room of the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"Yeah, I know. The padding has sand in it. Put the right punch on Rex and he's out!"
"This is cheating!"
"It is gives you the edge, is all. And edge you need!"
"Does Henry know about this?"
"No, he doesn't." assured Paula.
"He'll never agree to this!"
"I know. That's why you need to keep Henry and knock Rex out!" Adrienne weighed the gloves in her hands again. "Just use them!" Paula insisted.

Short and sweet, Rex told himself. Just put her to sleep nice and clean.
Rex contemplated Adrienne from his corner while Tish and Samantha rubbed his shoulders. It occurred to him, as it did when he last saw Adrienne out cold, that boxing had really improved her figure. Wouldn't mind another time with her!
"Tish? Samantha? When I finish up here, I'm giving you two the best night of your lives!"
Both girls grinned and Samantha whispered in his ear,"I want you to fucking knock her out!"
At the bell, Adrienne was the first from the corner, her sand laden gloves raised. They ducked each others punches and swings. When a blow did connect, it was quickly followed by two more, sometimes in combination and then a retreat.
Both were waiting for the moment to finish matters between them. As the rounds went by, the fighting became rougher. Adrienne was on the defensive, never giving the opening Rex needed to put her away. Knowing that the gloves were loaded balanced out Rex's advantages, Adrienne only had to wait. In round four, Rex got tired of Adrienne holding him off and dropped his guard below his chin for a few moments. Adrienne hammered his face and Rex stumbled back to the ropes, surprised at the force of the punch, but prepared for the follow up.
Assuming her former boyfriend was dazed, Adrienne threw all her strength into a hay maker. A half second later, Rex launched an upper cut.
Adrienne only saw her right glove hammer into Rex's skull, closing his eyes as he went sideways. The unseen upper cut exploded on her chin and there was blackness. Her senses reformed in her brain, but the ring and the cheering fans barely registered with the dizzy fighter. Adrienne saw Rex laying on the canvas, spark out cold and then heard "SEVEN!" Slowly, she comprehended what happened.
I fucked Rex up! she told herself.
The ring began to get dark. Adrienne saw Henry and Paula running to her and she heard bells. She hoped they were wedding bells, but Adrienne never knew for certain. She landed next to Rex and slipped off to dreamland.
A sleepy smile was on Adrienne's lips as she was carried from the ring.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Joann's Apartment




Joann called me late one Friday afternoon. Jane was gone for the weekend to a niece's birthday party in Philadelphia.
"Can you come over?"
I had nothing planned, so I threw a change of cloths, my boxing gloves and digital camera in a gym bag and drove over after dinner.
Joann's apartment was in the basement of three family house. It was snug and perfect for her and Jane. Since I encountered her at the Amazonia Boxing Club, I'd been invited there a few times. The first was for a Christmas party and then dinner with just the two of them. I didn't hit it off well with Jane, who quickly saw I was attracted to her lover and that the feelings might not be one way.
"She doesn't like men much," Joann explained, while we were working out at the Amazonia. "Even nice guys like you. Jane just does not like 'maleness'."
But Joann needed 'maleness' in anyone she was attracted to, be it man or woman. So I substituted when her and Joann were temporarily, either emotionally or geographically.

I noticed Joann's curly golden hair when I walked in, which always blended perfectly with her light brown skin. Pressing a glass of red wine into my hand, she gave me a kiss that lasted longer than I anticipated.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" she chirped, leading me into the living room. "I missed you!"
"I missed you, too, Joann." I said, placing my half empty glass on a book shelf. It took us a few minutes to move all the furniture into the spare room.
"I'm not exaggerating, either." Joann's flirty seriousness was endearing and a turn on. We were not in love enough for her to abandon Jane for me, but we did get each other fired up.
Joann started to undo her blouse. I stopped her fingers and pulled her to me, finishing the job.
"Yeah..." Joan murmured softly after we kissed. She stepped out of her jeans and unbuttoned her bra. We exchanged kisses again, this time a little longer. Joann quickly had my cloths piled on the floor. I hooked my forefinger around her panties, but Joann grabbed my hands. "I want to wear them, this time."
We gloved up slowly.
"Still best of three?" I asked, admiring her round tits and lovely gams.
"Always honey stick!" answered Joann, eyes fixed on my erection. We kissed to start the match.
I never sent Joann to dreamland immediately. We both enjoyed the anticipation of the knock out the way you felt a climax. And I have a thing for women in boxing gloves.
I behaved like a cavalier for five minutes, cuffing and smacking Joann until the right moment.
BAM!!
My right upper cut put Joann in a KO stupor. That lovely round face of hers took on a look of perplexity, wide brown eyes searching blankly into space.
"Hey!....u...hit...me...har..d..."
Joann sighed and dropped into my arms. Carefully, I set her on the carpet and removed my gloves. When I cracked her eyelids, there were only the whites. Joann was totally out of it.


I easily carried Joann to the big bed she and Jane shared and set her in the middle, slipping two pillows under her head. I caressed her smooth brown cheeks and got my digital camera.
Joann slept for five minutes and then drifted back to the conscious world.
"Ohhh!" she said, sitting up slowly, touching her chin. "Was I gone long?"
"A few minutes. Remember anything?"
She shook her head a few times to dispel the lingering cobwebs. "When you hit me? Nothing."Joann rested awhile. "Boxing again?" I asked her later.
"Fuck yeah!" she answered, leaping to her feet and making for the living room. Damn, I thought. Even her ass is just the way I like them!
As if she'd read my thoughts, Joann taunted me over her raised boxing gloves.
"You know we do this because I trust you completely?"
"From the start." I replied.
"You've been a gentleman from the very first time you knocked me out."
"Yep."
"Do you expect me to be a lady?"
"No, I don't..."
BAP!!
I never saw what I was hit with. A right? A left? Likely an upper cut, because, as I dropped into darkness, I heard laughing and Joann say "...your own medicine..."



"You were really sleeping!!" Joann declared when I reopened my eyes. "I knocked you the fuck out for ten minutes!"
Hearing Joann use the f word was a powerful stimulant. Part of me wanted sex right there, but another, stronger voice told me to go for the tie breaker.
"We're gonna wrestle," I told her.
Joann exploded with excitement. "Knockout wrestling!? Yes! Yes!"
Yes, I thought.
My first plan, when we faced off in the living room an hour later, was to deliver a sudden neck chop. Joann would never know what hit her. Then I decided she needed a long, slow knockout.
This time Joann was wearing a pair tight red shorts. "I don't need you trying anything that might drain my strength!" she told me as we began grappling.
Joann moved quickly, knowing full well I wanted my hands on her as much of her as possible. When I finally held her, I jerked my elbow into her chin, making her see stars. As Joann staggered in a daze, I stepped behind her and slapped on the sleeper hold.
The jolt of my arms snapping into place cleared Joann's head.
"Hey! Hey!...What the fuck...!"
Her hands punched and tore at my arms, now locked securely around her neck, pressing her carotid artery. "Don't worry Joann, it'll be lights out very soon!" I whispered in her ear. "Just go to sleep. Okay, honey pot?"
I placed a kiss on the side of her head and pulled the hold tighter. Joann struggled furiously, but her left knee gave out. The right was next and I eased her into a sitting position on the carpet. She gulped down slow, shallow breaths.
"Sta...arrrsss.." Joan moaned, her arms reaching out in front of us. "Jaaaa...nnn..."
"Does Jane do this alot to you, Joann? You and her into this?!"
I popped bicep hard into her throat and Joann groaned sharply. It worked like a knock out punch.
"Well, I'm doing it this time! You're gonna cum!"
Her open hands bounced off my bare thighs. I felt Joann's hips quiver. I let lose on the hold slightly. No reason to deny her pleasure. The orgasm built rapidly in the semi-conscious girl until she climaxed. Instantly, I clinched the hold again. Joann sighed and went under in my arms.

We spent the night together after Joann woke up. A few times during our orgasms, Joann called out Jane's name. Before I left the enxt morning, I kissed Joann's cheek.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

The Beaten Edge of Senselessness



The match between Gail and Kaylee was ending in a clinch. Gail, older and slightly taller, was mostly supporting the twenty-five year old blond. Kaylee sagged against the short haired brunette, her face nearly buried in Gail's cleavage, The only proof that Kaylee was still awake were the "oooommmfffs!" and "uuuuhhhsss!" the beaten fighter emitted when Gail sporadically beat her mid section.
Both women were topless. That was how Gail wanted it.
"You in sleepy land?" asked Gail, after slugging Kaylee in the belly. She felt Kaylee's lips press against her left tit and, in turn, Gail kissed the scalp beneath the pile of chemical yellow hair resting under her chin.
Slowly, Kaylee raised her face to Gail's, the older woman she started dating three weeks ago. Gail wanted sex with Kaylee the moment they met in the women's locker room of the Amazonia Boxing Club. When Gail spotted the black roots of the blonde's hair, she knew Kaylee had to be her punching bag before she became anything else.

"I own you, sweetie, you understand?" Gail asked. Kaylee couldn't answer through the waves of haze sloshing in her skull. Knifing pain rattled Kaylee when Gail drove a fist into the younger girl's belly button. "You understand?"
Kaylee's head rolled from side to side. She was on the beaten edge of senselessness.
Balancing the blonde's swaying head on the edge of her left glove, Gail pitched her right behind her back and let it fly forward.
Kaylee let out a sharp "oooohhhfff!" after the impact lifted her into outer space. Stars glowed everywhere as Kaylee floated contentedly and she was out cold.

Sitting beside her prone lover, Gail began the ten count, slow and soft, whispering each number to Kaylee, as she removed her own gloves.
"Ten!...You're out!..." Gail murmured in Kaylee's ear and kissed the sleeping beauty. Gently, Gail caressed Kaylee's breasts, reveling in their smooth fullness.
Gail carried the completely limp Kaylee to her dressing room, where they made love when Kaylee came around five minutes later.


Saturday, February 14, 2015

Jasmine Knocks Him Out

When fighting a guy, Jasmine always boxed topless. She felt that was fair.
"Since every guy I fight sleeps on the canvas," she explained to friends. "It's only right they have something nice to dream about!"
Jasmine went mostly with girls, but if she knew her male opponent well enough, she would spend the night with him after the bout. Hector had been friends with Jasmine for a year before she began wondering out loud how good a fighter he was.
She was playful and flirty about her seduction, keeping the tone deceptively light-hearted. Jasmine saw early in their friendship that sex had originally drawn Hector to her. She learned later that no matter what his intentions, Hector was always going to be a gentleman.

"I've seen you fight girls," chirped Jasmine at Hector, keeping her body, especially her melon-like breasts, as close as suggestively possible to Hector, who quickly achieved the reaction she expected and wanted.
The male boxer seemed to hesitate. "I might hurt you, Jazz." he said, not certain the statement was even partially accurate.
Jasmine, her nose almost touching Hector's, whispered," You'll never hurt me!"

 Watching Jasmine in her corner, throwing rapid upper cuts in the air, her bare breasts bouncing along with the motion of her arms, Hector was speechless. Jasmine walked toward him slowly, firing punches at her opponent.
"You like them, Hector?"
The raven haired goddess stopped Hector's breath for a moment. "Oh...yes..."
Two sudden punches flashed in his face, followed by "POW!" "POW!" from Jasmine. A quick upper cut clipped Hector's chin, staggering him slightly.
"You ready?"
"I am!" Hector answered.
"Oh...and one thing, Hector?"
"Yeah?"
"Sweet dreams!"
BAM!!
Hector felt himself drop lightly to the canvas, landing on his stomach at Jasmine's feet, his lips just touching her toes. He wanted to kiss those feet so badly, demonstrate his devotion. He settled down into a deep knockout.

They spent that weekend together. The bruise on Hector's jaw was like a stamp of ownership to Jasmine, which made him even sexier to her.


Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The Quartet of Crime


In the pitch dark hall way, Ethan and Jake waited for Lady Puma. The long time agent of Justice force had pursued the two members of the The Quartet of Crime to their safe house after foiling their attempted bank robbery. Now Ethan and Jake were ready to spring a trap.
Lady Puma, statuesquely fit with long black hair, moved with caution into the passage she had seen the two men disappear into. They were in the darkness ahead of her, somewhere. Hesitating for a moment, Lady Puma steadied herself and walked with confidence into the darkness.
WHACK!
BAM!
KAPOW!
WAP!
Emerging from the dark hallway, Lady Puma carried Jake and Ethan, one over each shoulder, their arms and legs dangling. Neither of the crooks knew what hit them.
Lady Puma's instincts had been correct: two punches each were all that was needed to send the attackers to dreamland.
Lady Puma dumped the criminals on a nearby couch and thumbed their eyelids. There was nothing but whites. "Now just a light sedative to make sure you two are out for while!"
Lady Puma curled her right hand into a fist.
BAP! POW!
Starting with Ethan, she slugged both men on the jaw. They groaned softly and sank into a deep knockout.
"Perfect," declared Lady Puma. "Now I just need to find your girlfriends."
"We're right here!" said a sweet, almost Kewpie doll like voice from right behind Lady Puma.
BONK!!
Lady Puma heard an explosion and saw a stream of colors and bright lights and was out for the count before hitting the carpet.
What Lady Puma really enjoyed most about this clobbering was the stars. The twinkled brightly in her sleeping brain. Watching them allowed Lady Puma to relax completely and think about the men she'd been with in the last two months.
There weren't many, but each of them had given her so much pleasure, especially Chandler, who had knocked her out in a match at the Amazonia Boxing Club. The pair later spent the weekend together and so drunk on love was Lady Puma that she begged Chandler to marry her.
I need to get laid, Lady Puma reminded herself as she emerged from unconsciousness.



"That was what you get for beating up on our men!"
The words banged around in Lady Puma's skull as the crime fighter opened her eyes to see Lady Gwen and Cleopatra, the other half of the Quartet of Crime, staring down at her. The speaker was Gwen, who had black jacked the crime fighter. Dressed in a harlequin body suit, Gwen gave the prisoner a threatening grin.
"Let me knock her back out!"
Cleopatra, an African-American amazon and retired boxer, raised her fist to smack Lady Puma. "She left my Jake bruised and broken!"
Gwen pulled down Cleopatra's arm. "Calm, Cleo, calm! You can work Miss Goody Two Shoes over later! We need her for interrogation at headquarters."
"Fine!" Cleopatra grunted.
"Are your men okay?" asked lady Puma.
"They were moved to a hospital." answered Lady Gwen.
Good just these two, thought Lady Puma, exploring the room for a path of escape. She saw a large iron horse shoe loosely nailed over the doorway. 
"I'll get the transport in the back so we can get her out of here," said Lady Gwen as she walked out of the room.
The amazon began informing Lady Puma, in detail, about the pain she was going to feel after the questioning was over. Cleopatra paced around the room, moving closer and closer to the doorway. Lady Puma slowly removed the sonic disruptor from her utility belt and aimed the device at the horse shoe.
When Cleopatra stepped directly under the sill, Lady Puma triggered the disruptor.
"And when I'm done with that pretty face of yours, I'm going to work on your big..."
BONG!!
The horse shoe, pulled away from the nail, bounced loudly off Cleopatra's head. The amazon's features relaxed abruptly and her eyes began to close. as she swayed like a drunken ballerina.
"Ga...nigh...da...di..." slipped from Cleopatra's lips and she hit the floor.
Lady Puma lifted the senseless girl to the couch, where she secured her wrists and ankles with security ties.
"Alright, Cleo, the transport is ready!" announced Lady Gwen as she reentered the room.
SOCK!
The punch threw Lady Gwen backward into a large leather chair. Lady Puma hit the bottle - blond twice on the jaw and pulled her to her feet.
"Gonna knock you out! Anything to say before you see stars like your partner?"
Lady Gwen did her best to focus on her tormentor, but failed, her brain was elsewhere.
"Har...der...har...der...Ethan..."
Lady Puma delivered an upper cut. The harlequin girl never felt the impact of the hard floor.
Lady Puma never felt so alive.

Watching the Justice Force medical team wheel the KOed bad girls to an ambulance, Lady Puma dialed Chandler's cell phone.