Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Tanya




Not only did Tanya want to box Jon, she asked his girlfriend Cathy to referee. Jon accepted immediately, but Cathy needed convincing.
She was suspicious. Other women at the Amazonia Boxing Club attempted to steal Jon, triggering Cathy’s territorial instincts. She also noticed, without ever mentioning it, that Jon was attracted to brown skinned women and Tanya, with her Caribbean heritage, fit that description.
And Jon had a body type he liked.
Cathy had been to the Amazonia three times to see Jon fight mixed matches. The opponents, she was assured, were from the Club’s lesbian clique. The first two matches were victories for the male fighter, but in the third, Jon got knocked out. The girl who decked him was small and light on her feet, pretty and feminine, unlike the two Jon defeated. The strange pleasure Cathy got seeing her lover, bruised and senseless, startled her. There was a tent-like bulge in the front of his trunks as Jon slumbered through the ten count.
The couple had one of their best nights together after the third match.
“This fight won’t be any different from the others,” Tanya said to Jon and Cathy as all three stood in the ring. “I hope you’re ready to count out lover boy?”
Before Cathy could answer, Jon spoke up, smiling strangely.  “Tanya, I’m sending you to dreamland! Know what you’ll be doing once you arrive?!”
“No. What?”
“Dreaming about the man who sent you there!”
“I never met that guy.”
Tanya turned and walked slowly, hips swaying, back to her corner.

With the passing of each round, Cathy watched with excitement as Tanya controlled the bout. Jon held his own in rounds one and two, but in three and four, Tanya moved in and began working him over. Half way through the fifth, a right upper cut put Jon out on his feet.
Jon couldn’t see the joy in his lover’s eyes as Cathy speculated on how Tanya would finish him off.  He only looked at the dark girl’s soft brown eyes and gorgeous breasts, that he wanted badly to fondle and kiss. He glimpsed Tanya cocking back her fist, but the action didn’t register.  The gloved slammed directly into his face and darkness engulfed him.
Cathy gave her unconscious boyfriend a slow ten count, but he never stirred.
"Ten! You're out!" she declared, throwing Tanya's fist over their heads.The girl boxer spun Cathy into a long kiss. When they separated, Cathy stared at Tanya and then down at Jon.
"You fucking knocked him out!" shouted Cathy, catching her breath. Tanya kissed her again and then knelt beside the prone fighter. She kissed his parted lips and lovingly punched his erection.
Both women carried Jon to the recovery room.



They had the threesome at Jon's apartment since his bed was the widest. Jon started with Cathy while Tanya watched and then switched partners. Soon the two women were entwined and ignored Jon for awhile. Jon took both women again and the lovers were traded all night.
By ten the next morning, all were awake. Tanya lay between Jon and Cathy, telling them how great the night had gone.
"I just want to give you two one last thing to remember me by..."
"What?" asked Jon, hoping for more sex.
WHAP!
POW!
Tanya's fists shot out sideways, smacking Cathy and Jon on the chin. They groaned and lolled side to side in a KO daze. Jon and Cathy sighed in unison and fell back on their pillows, out for the count.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Mercedes



Mercedes was a body builder who liked men who weren't.

"There are two kinds of guys," she would tell friends. " 'Challenges' and 'No challenges'." Mercedes had been boxing since she was a teenager. "I'll fight both kinds, but I only love the second."
Eric worked out at the Amazonia Boxing Club, looking to get laid. He got in pretty good shape, but never very muscular, which made Mercedes want him even more. But she waited for Eric to notice her, which wasn't long.
"You want to fight?!" Mercedes asked Eric with a tone that mixed flirtation with violence. When Mercedes stepped closer, she added: "My eyes are up here, sweetheart!"
"Oh yeah!...I do..."
"Great!"
"No referee?"
Mercedes gave him a deep kiss. "I can count to ten by myself."
As Mercedes walked back to her corner to set the automatic round timer, Eric felt sure he was getting lucky that night.
"Help me with my gloves!"
Eric pulled the red boxing glove slowly over Mercedes' raised, clinched fist. "One punch from this one, Eric, and you're shattered!'
After the other glove went on her right hand, Mercedes said, "When I throw this one, it's over! You're a goner!"
Just as she flexed her hands in the gloves, the buzzer for the first round sounded.
The left fist slammed into the side of Eric's face. The right upper cut followed seconds later, jerking Eric into a knock out.
Eric lay flat on his back, seeing complete blackness, spotted with twinkling stars. He knew he was in dreamland, but still wanted to worship the biceps, eat the pussy and make love to the woman who had just clobbered him. The stars went dim and Eric was in deep slumber.


Before Eric stood his old girlfriend, Josie. She wore only skimpy tan panties and bra that contrasted so perfectly to her brown skin. Josie called Eric by name and the two made love on her bed. After a massive orgasm, Eric began giving her cunnilingus. With no warning, her thighs snapped shut around his neck and began to tighten. When she saw the scissors hold taking effect, Josie purred sweet nothings to her former lover. Eric loved the sweetness of her voice and the sensation of the familiar thighs on his face.
When Josie relaxed her calf muscles, Eric slumped gently, face-first in her bush. Smiling.

A week passed after their fight before Eric recovered. He called Mercedes and was invited to her house for a rematch.
  

Monday, December 29, 2014

The Cougars' Tales - Two on One



Even the chance of a three way with Anna and Donna provoked Sam into accepting the boxing match Anna proposed.
Anna had retired recently from professional female boxing and worked out regularly at the Amazonia Boxing Club. She became friends with Donna quickly. They were both Cougars, on the hunt for younger men like Sam. The men at the Amazonia called the pair "The Salt and Pepper Cougars," because Anna was black and Donna was white.
Sam was aware that Anna was a trained fighter, with a record of  twenty-five wins (9 KOs) and one loss. She had leveled every man she fought at the Amazonia. Sam had been with Donna already, both in the ring and in bed, and was open to more of both.
"No, I'm going to referee," explained Donna. "You'll get a fair fight."
Sam recalled that both his fights with Donna left him out cold. After their second night together, Sam begged Donna to marry him. She answered by knocking him out a third time.
"But we'll see how things go after the match," she added, kissing Sam warmly.


When Anna, dressed in black gloves, shorts, and top, smiled at Sam, he nearly froze in his tracks. But she kept smiling and walking across the ring to him, gently shaking her arms and shoulders to keep her muscles lose.
"Ready for you bruising?"
The question was threatening, but Anna's voice was soft and alluring, making Sam hornier than when he first climbed through the ropes.
Sam answered,"You ready to get knocked out?"
Anna smacked her gloves together. "What do you think, Donna? Knock him fucking out fast or slow?"
"Fast." Donna said, giving Sam the evil erotic smile that always gave him a jolt.
"Yeah, fast!" agreed Anna. "Let's get this going!"

Good for her word, Anna started in on Sam. Like all the men Anna fought at the Amazonia, Sam seemed more interested in fucking than fighting. Anna put him down twice in three rounds. Each time Sam was able to beat Donna's count.As he stood up after the second knock down, Sam realized that if he was going to have a three way, he was going to have to earn it.
In round five, Anna forced Sam onto the ropes and worked his mid section. The she stepped up her assault on his chin and jaw, search for his sweet spot.
"Are you getting excited, Sam?!" Anna whispered in his ear as she pounded his belly. "Got wood for me?"
WHAM!
A right hook tagged Sam on the chin.
"Yes!" Donna shouted, seeing Will's eyes roll up in their sockets. "Yes! Yes!"
Sam's brain went dark and then shut off. His body, going limp, pitched to the canvas at Anna's feet.
While Donna delivered the ten count, Anna quickly flipped the unconscious male on his back. He was out cold, a smile across his face."Ten! He's out!" Donna said, laughing out loud as she sat with her friend beside the prone boxer. Both women stared with anticipation at the bulge in Sam's trunks.
"Donna?" Anna invited.
"Oh no, I've done him lots of times, you go ahead."
Anna yanked down Sam's trunks and slipped her glove around his exposed erection. Rapidly, she masturbated the young man until cum sprayed from his penis.
"Okay, your turn!"  Anna said, whipping the cum from her glove on Sam's bare chest. Donna fondled the penis back to red stiffness and jerked Sam into orgasm. He let out a low happy moan.

Sam came around in the back seat of Donna's car. "Wha...happened...?"
"Look who's awake!" Donna exclaimed. She held up her right fist, enclosed by a boxing glove. Anna nodded. Donna turned around completely to see Sam. "You know you love it!" admonished Donna.
A blurry red streak came at Sam. After the explosion, it was dark.

That night, Sam got his three way. Already used to having Sam in bed, Donna fucked him for an hour and then let Anna have their cub for the rest of the night. During that time, Anna fell in love with Sam.
Sam woke late and found Anna fast asleep next to him, a dreamy smile on her lips. In the kitchen, he saw Donna fully dressed and ready to leave.
"Where are you going?" he asked. sounding like an unhappy child.
"Home." Donna noticed the wistful lust in Sam's eyes. "I just wanted some sex with you, Sam. You really belong with Anna now."
"Come on, don't go yet..."
Sam took Donna in a long kiss. She savored being in his arms again, his hold made her feel warm and secure. The upper cut she landed was short and sharp. Sam slumped against her.
She carried her lover back into Anna's bedroom and sat him on the bed. Pulling away the blankets, she shifted Sam toward Anna's naked backside and nudged him forward. The unconscious male landed face first on the sleeping girl's ass cheek.
"It's where you belong, honey!" Donna said.

Monday, December 8, 2014

The Cougars' Tales - Sam Goes Down for Donna



There were two certainties about stepping in the ring with Donna.
One: You are getting knocked out. No guy whoever fought Donna didn't need to be carried out after the ten count.
Two: You were getting laid. Donna only boxed men, usually the ones she wanted to fuck. Putting the male opponenet she craved on the canvas was just emphatic foreplay for Donna.
On the day of her forty-third birthday, she decided to give herself a present and picked Sam from the few men at the Amazonia Boxing Club she had not had sex with. Besides being handsome and good-natured, he was the type she liked to beat on.
Sam accpeted with no hesitation, as Donna figured he would. He was known to have nailed a string of the twenty-something gym bunnies that crowded the Amazonia, but it was obvious that the recent college graduate was a cub in search of his Mama Cougar.
They were the best, Donna believed.

Though her body was in fighting trim and her tits round and firm, Donna wore her gold, one piece bathing suit for the match. Other suits flattered her figure much more, but this one highlighted her considerable sluty vibe. Sam picked up on it immediately after climbing between the ropes for their "knockouts only" bout.
"Come on, boy, you might do it!" Donna taunted after the automatic buzzer sounded.
"No man has ever koed you!"
"That's right!"
Donna began swinging at her intended, with Sam falling in right after her. She kept in close, taking whatever punches of his that connected, some of which stung.
You just want to fight your mama, thought Donna as she slammed a punch to each side of Sam's skull.
The ring flipped upside down and Sam traveled with it. Through the complete chaos in his central nervous system, Sam felt a third punch explode in his belly. Then he was falling and felt nothing.

When Sam opened his eyes again, Donna was seated by his side, just taking her eyes away from the moster erection in his trunks to greet the reviving fighter.
"You were nighty-night for awhile there!"
Donna kissed her semi conscious victim and slowly pulled down his trunks. Still wearing her boxing gloves, Donna clasped Sam's cock and rubbed it against her face, smiling when the tip touched her lips. A wave of pleasure rippled through the prone fighter.
"I like it, Sam," Donna chirped and kissed the top of the penis. Letting it slip, Donna leaned in Sam's face, right fist raised. "I like it a lot. We're going to be good friends! But first things first...."
Sam watched as the fist went back and sail at him. There was a loud "THWAP!" and Sam felt sleep cover him like a warm blanket.

Donna was seated on a wooden stool in her corner, naked, right leg crossed on the left. Her still gloved fists rested on the middle ropes of the turn buckle she rested against. Sam was already standing up, waking from his second knock out five minutes earlier. His eyes were wide and vision cleared abruptly when he saw Donna seated regally.
Donna took her leg down, revealing her perfect, brown haired pussy. A boxing glove slipped from the ropes and came to rest on her flat stomach.
Sam was on his feet, swiftly put his face into Donna's pubic hair, his tongue beginning to stimulate her clit. Donna pushed the back of Sam's head with her both her gloves and began, between moans, tell Sam how good he was doing.
For the next hour, the couple fucked against the ropes and turn buckles. Sam never faltered, giving his lover every orgasm she needed.
After she came the last time, Donna smiled predatorily at Sam.
"Let's go back to my place, okay?"
"Yes!" Sam was able to mumble, nearly out of breath.
WHAP! POW!
Two bare knuckled fists hit Sam on the jaw. The young man went stiff for a moment, then slowly swayed, sideways, eyes closing and a smile forming on his lips. Donna caught him across her right shoulder and carried Sam out to her car.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Desiree: A Love Story


Manic energy radiated from Desiree, especially from her bright, liquid brown eyes. She had what I call "IT" and what other guys at the Amazonia Boxing Club termed "The Crazies."
You could say she was skinny girl, but training had built up her arms, legs and hips, increasing and not diminishing her femininity. As we discussed the knock outs only match she challenged me to, her eyes held me. Desiree looked at you as if she were deciding whether to fuck you or knock you out. I couldn't say if Desiree was sure herself.
I accepted, but with hesitation. Everyone told me Desiree and her husband, Peter, were happy together and with their two small daughters.  Desiree also kept multiple female lovers in short term relationships, a fact that did not upset Peter in the least.
"Why ruin all that?" Emma the Ref asked me. "They've been a couple for nearly ten years, like each other's missing pieces."
"How would fighting me ruin anything?"
"Desiree stopped boxing men after Peter and her met."
I found out later that Desiree had scheduled our match for a weekend Peter and the children would be out of town.

"I fought this guy, one time," Desiree told me, talking over Emma the Ref' reciting the fight rules. "He was like you, really good looking. In the fourth round...POW!"
Desiree smacked her gloves together. "I knocked him spark out!"
"Not surprised to hear that!" said Emma, looking askance at her friend. "You two ready?"
"Sure am!" Desiree declared.
"Yeah!" I said.
I started slowly, just moving along with Desiree, figuring it was best to let the shorter fighter be the aggressor.
"Come on, hit me! You're dying to!" Desiree shouted, her eyes burning into me. "Now! Do it! You wan..."
WHAM!
The punch put Desiree on her back, motionless, eyes closed. For a long moment, Emma the Ref and I stared at the girl on the canvas, who finally stirred and groaned. Desiree sat up, tenderly caressing the spot on her jaw where my fist had impacted. Words began to slip from Desiree's mouth.
"Oooff...that... was..hard..you do like me..."
Emma the Ref rolled her eyes and pulled Desiree up. "Dez, don't embarrass yourself!"
"What?" Desiree asked, with sudden sharpness. "He doesn't...?"
I interrupted. "Maybe she should sit down a bit before we start again?"
"No, I can...."
Desiree went jelly-legged when she leaned against Emma. "No, not yet, you can't!"
I watched Emma guide Desiree back to her folding chair, wondering at the chances of a three way. I dismissed it immediately. Emma was very attractive, but Desiree was the end game.


Desiree came out strong and moved fast, trying to be a moving target too mobile to pin down. I waited, taking my punches like a gentleman, counter punching hard at her midsection to wear her down.
After three rounds, Desiree was looking spent. Weariness clouded her eyes. When she fired an over hand right at my head, I ducked in close and slugged Desiree on the chin. She landed on the ropes, which cradled my opponent long enough for me to close in.
With her arms dangling by her side, Desiree;'s body was wide open. I smiled at her flat, smooth belly and pounded home a harsh left-right combo, that forced out what little air Desiree had been able to breath in. I caught her as she dropped to her knees, propping Desiree on the ropes.
I held my right fist in her face. "You see it, girl? This is the glove that's going to knock you straight out!"
Desiree made a slow nod.
"Kiss it!"
Tilting her head slightly, Desiree pressed her lips to the leather of my glove. Her lips then parted with an audible "SMACK."
"I..need.." she began to whisper.
WHAP!
The right upper cut detonated on Desiree's jaw. In a slow, graceful movement, Desiree's head jerked back and her limbs turned to water. She flopped on the canvas.

You'd think after the way I belted her off to Dreamland, Desiree wouldn't speak to me.
Emma and I carried the completely limp girl boxer to the recovery room. She was out cold for ten minutes. After she came to, Desiree grinned at me like a hunch she had was confirmed.

That night, Desiree and I fucked for hours in a hotel room.
The next morning we ate the breakfast I cobbled together from the lobby and Desiree handed me the single boxing glove she had brought along.
"This was a great weekend, thank you." She gave me a long, affectionate kiss as we stood by the bed. Desiree wore nothing but red silk panties. "One more time before you go?"
When Desiree pulled the glove over my right hand, I looked at her visibly perplexed.
"Peter would never and never will hit me. That's why I love him and had his children." Desiree kissed me again. "But part of me needs to get...hit...by a man who...makes me horny..."
I held up my hand, stopping Desiree's explanation. I saw that I was not Peter or one of her girlfriends or whatever random male she may have been with in the past.
I cocked my glove below my waist as far as it would go.
"Good night, pretty one!"
BAP!
Desiree lifted off her feet and landed on the bed, senseless.
As I pulled off the glove, I saw inscribed on the palm "Property of Peter DeWalt. Merry Christmas!"
I placed Desiree's feet on the bed and pulled the covers over her. After I slipped two pillows under her head, I kissed Desiree good bye and closed the door quietly behind me.

Monday, November 10, 2014

The Cougars' Tales - Nephele the Villianess


 
The black jack hit Cat Girl precisely at the base of the skull. The cowl absorbed much, but not all, of the force of the blow. Tendrils of pain reached into her brain and turned off the lights.
Super criminal Nephele stood over her victim, admiring how efficiently she had KOed the young crime fighter.
"So stupid, little one, so stupid!" she whispered.
These good girls are so worked up to demonstrate what they can do, Nephele thought, dragging the inert member of Justice Force into the next room and tossing her on the couch. Cat Girl landed against her partner, Scarlet Vixen, head resting on Vixen's shoulder. Nephele secured Cat Girl's wrists and ankles with plastic security strips, as she had done ten minutes before to Scarlet Vixen. The two looked so cute next to each other, exploring Dreamland, that Nephele took digital pictures of the pair. When she returned to her lair, she would post the images at the Bad Girls website, under the tab "Good Girls Out Cold and Dreaming." She gave both super heroines a kiss.

Nephele knew there were two more Justice Force agents in her hideout. Four operatives were always sent on arrest missions: two for the collar and two for backup. And the second pair had to join their associates in La La Land.
Nephele began her career at 19 as an apprentice house breaker and, over the next twenty-eight years, rose to an executive position in the Sisterhood of Evil crime syndicate, until it was smashed by Justice Force. She had renewed success in her old profession of cat burglar, but was now looking to retire with her accumulated wealth, to a far away country.
Now Justice Force was gumming up the works by trying to bring her in.
Well, Nephele decided, spotting Justice Force agent Night Ghost down the hall, at least Justice Force made a point of fielding only earnest, strong minded, and astoundingly careless agents, complete with glass jaws.
"I can't raise either of them!" she heard Night Ghost murmur into her wrist communicator. Nephelle was standing right behind her. "I know something has happened!"
Night Ghost turned sharply when her shoulder was tapped. "Cat Girl!? Where have..."
WHAP!!
Nephele concentrated as much spite as she could muster into the right hook to Night Ghost's chin.
"...uuuu...vvv..been...?"
Behind her mask, Night Ghost's eyes crossed and went to the hard floor, spark out.
A voice cried urgently from the wrist communicator. "Night Ghost! What was that? Are you okay, sweetheart?!"
Sweetheart? wondered Nephele. It was a male voice and Nephele liked the way it sounded.


"Justice Force is letting the eye candy out on missions!"
The handsome young man turned swiftly in response to Nephele's remark.
"Nephele?"
"In the flesh!"
"What have you done with Night Ghost and the other girls?"
"No permanent damage. They're all taking a nap." Nephele walked up to the young man and pulled him into a deeply sexual kiss. "What's your name, boy?"
"Brad..."
"Of course. Which one of the sleeping beauties are you tapping?"
"Tapping?" Brad answered, befuddled and aroused. "Oh, yeah...Night Ghost..."
"Impressive! Our intelligence on Night Ghost said she liked sea food."
"See...no, she wanted to try men..."
"So she got a practice model." Nephele clinched her right fist behind her back.
"Let me guess. Things didn't work out with Lady Puma, so Night Ghost went looking for something different?"
"She loves me!"
"You bet! One last question before I knock you out: Brad, do you get a stiffy thinking of older women?"
Nephele interrupted Brad's reply with another kiss. "Yes, you do!"
POW!
The upper cut put Brad out on his feet. Looking her victim over, his eyes glassed and jaw hanging slack, Nephele decided she didn't want to go into retirement alone.

Nephele had measured the force of the punch precisely, hitting Brad just hard enough to leave him unconscious for an hour, just long enough to transport him to her default safe house. He started coming around very soon after she dumped him on her bed and began removing his cloths.
"Where am I?"
"In my bedroom...your dreams have all come true!"
"Where's Night Ghost and Scarlet...."
"When I left, they were all resting comfortably. By now, they're in a hospital."
Brad's vision cleared. "Whoa!"
Nephele sat on the bed at his side, completely naked. She was guiding his hand over her firm, white thighs and soft, black haired pussy. "You lost the first round by a knockout. How many rounds do you have left?"

Brad made it round 20, Nephele scored the second knockout. While her exhausted lover dreamed of her, Nephele made breakfast and completed her travel arrangements. She decided Brad was coming with her, even if she had to conk him on the head and smuggle him out in steamer trunk. But after last night, she doubted there would be any problems.
Nephele was in love.
"But I'm in love with Night Ghost and she loves me!"
This tiresome formality, Nephele thought, putting a cigarette to her lips.
"You fucked me like a champ last night, ever have that with Little Miss Can't Decide?"
Brad knew she was right. Nephele had rocked his world and he wanted more.
"I owe her..."
"Nothing!" Nephele said, igniting the cigarette and blowing pink smoke in Brad's face. The smell was light and sweet and Brad was unable to stop himself from breathing it in. Suddenly he felt heavy. Nephelle took him in a long kiss. "That's your kiss good night, Brad. We're going on a trip, you and I!'
"Whe...where...?"
"A nice country in South America with lots of sun, warm weather and no extradition treaties."
Another cloud of smoke collided with Brad.
Everything slowed down for the young man. He wanted to get up, but all Brad did was look dreamily at Nephele's face and melon sized tits. There was a strong desire from the base of his being to kiss Nephele's pussy, to show her how much he loved her and wanted her.
Brad's eyes drooped down steadily until the shut. Brad was out cold and on his way to a whole new life.     

Friday, October 10, 2014

The Cougars' Tales Part 1


I lasted four rounds with Donna and then I was knocked out for the count. And more.
For the record, I admit that she's a better boxer than I am. Also, I get major wood for women her age, in their forties and Donna is forty-seven. She had twenty years on me! The way she looked at me from across the ring, like she was figuring how she could knock me out cold and still have me physically able to service her later, fascinated me. And I wanted to be able to hit that when I came around, also.
Donna had the look I loved in older women: the maternal blended with the whorish. Watching Donna throwing rapid punches in the air from her corner, aimed at me, I knew I was going down.
And I did just that.
Donna began pounding me during round two and I absorbed it, because I wanted as much physical closeness to Donna as I could get. Donna was serious about punishing me with her fists. I barely made it back to my corner when the automatic buzzer sounded. When it screamed again, I walked directly into a round house. I really didn't see or feel much. Donna's arm swung out like lightening, followed by an explosion of lights and blackness.
I was gone in Dreamland, so aroused and horny for Donna because she knocked me out, that I had a vivid erotic dream.
I was standing in one corner of a boxing ring as, one by one, a group of women, white, black, Asian and Latina, all of them leggy and big breasted, climbed through the ropes. Except for the boxing gloves covering their fists, all the women were naked. They wanted to take me on.
But this wasn't boxing, this was a fuck fight. I banged each one against the turnbuckle, until they had a screaming orgasm.
They thought they could take me, but I loved every woman I embraced to exhaustion.After coitus, they'd tenderly kiss me and whisper sweet nothings or fondle my prick appreciatively until they drifted off to sleep in my arms. I'd carry the women to the other side of the ring, sitting them in a row against the ropes, all of them smiling in their slumber.
Then Donna stepped into the ring. Naked, like the others, except for the red boxing gloves, she moved on me like a pantheress closing in on her prey.
"You may have fucked the sleeping beauties stupid," Donna whispered. "But I'm going to own you tonight!"
I couldn't speak as she pressed me into the turnbuckle with her left glove and cradled my erection with the other, guiding it to her vagina. We began to fuck immediately, this powerful and beautiful amazon and I!
After the devastating orgasm, I slumped against Donna's bare chest. "Who owns your ass?" Donna demanded in my ear.
"Donna." I answered, beginning to kiss her breasts.
"That's right! Say 'Night-night!' "
WHAP!
Donna's punch put me out where I stood. I swayed on my feet and then gently fell across Donna's shoulder. She carried me from the ring like I was a rag doll.
I snapped back to reality sitting in my corner, Donna was waving smelling salts under my nose. As I organized my scattered senses, Donna gently clasped my erection.
"Wow!" she declared. "A lot of guys I've knocked out have popped a circus tent, but not like this! Is that made of titanium?"
I made out with Donna for five minutes, before she told me. "No, just can't let that go to waste! Good night, honey!"
BAM!
Just like the dream made real, I dropped across Donna's shoulder and went out for the night.