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!"
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 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.
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.