The dry spell for Lisa with guys was over for a month when she spotted Marty. For six months Lisa barely got laid and more often than not took a knockout when she had a mixed fight. Her friend Arianna lent her boyfriend Marc to Lisa for a weekend and he eased her anxiousness considerably.
But Marc was a one timer. Lisa had to bag her own man to end the drought. Relief came when she decked a slightly younger guy named Glen in the fifth round of a match at the Amazonia Boxing Club. When he recovered from a 15 minute nap, Glen made a date with Lisa and two nights later they were fucking in Lisa's apartment.
Then men were everywhere Lisa looked. First, they were friends of Glen, most of whom she beat up and later fucked senseless.
Lisa assumed Marty was going to be another quickie, since he had a long term girlfriend named Haley. But hearing Marty's nickname among the Amazonia's female membership was "banana" made Lisa think Marty might have potential.
At the Amazonia's yearly beach party for members, Lisa came on to Marty. She caught him alone at the small bar, drinking a beer as he enjoyed the clear sunny day. Haley had gone swimming with her friends.
"Going to be in the fights tonight?" Lisa asked a startled Marty, who shot a a glance at her and instantly smiled. Lisa felt the urge to slug him.
"Hi there," Marty said, entranced by Lisa's body and the light in her eyes that illuminated the smooth brown features of her face. "You're Lisa, right?"
The girl nodded. "I haven't got anyone to fight, though." Marty continued.
"Well, how about me..handsome?"
Marty held back his answer for a second, searching as discreetly as he could for Haley or any of her gossipy friends.
"You? I might hit you pretty hard, maybe knock you out!"
"I doubt it!" Lisa lowered her eyes. "I hear the girls call you 'banana'. Is that so?"
"I can't think why..."
"You accept my challenge? We keep going till one of us is unconscious?"
"I do." Marty vowed. "And in the ring, too."
"I'll go register our names."
Lisa started to turn away and quickly clasped Marty's face in her hands and they kissed. The rush pounded through Lisa and the longer the kiss held, the more Lisa wanted the intimacy to advance.
"I'll knock you out!" Lisa said when she pulled away from Marty.
The bout between Lisa and Marty, the third scheduled, was held on the beach front property of the Amazonia's owner and the party's host, Jane Wharton. A small portable ring had been constructed and torches were set up to enliven the night matches for the mostly female spectators.
The first two bouts had gone to the ladies.
Marty and Haley, his second, climbed into the ring as its former occupants were leaving. Marty's friend Will was laid out on a stretcher, conveyed by two bikini clad Asian girls, followed by Veronica Mitchell, fists raised over her head.
Lisa, Arianna and Arianna's boyfriend Marc arrived moments later. Haley not only didn't like Lisa, done up in a skimpy pink bikini, but was deeply suspicious of her. The unwritten custom of the Amazonia was that male members challenged women to a match. The only exceptions were if the female got off on hitting men, was looking to get laid or both. Haley thought Lisa had exception number two written all over her. She hoped Marty would work her over thoroughly before punching Lisa's lights out.
The first punches smacked against Lisa's face loudly. Lisa raised her defense, blocking more of Marty's punches. As the round went on, Lisa smiled at Marty making him increasingly horny.
"What do you think boy? Like what you see?"
Marty nodded appreciatively and kept on fighting.
In the second round, Lisa began forcing her opponent onto the ropes and into the corners whenever possible. Marty pushed back, concentrating on body shots that punished Lisa's midsection and chest. Crouching a few inches, threw an agile left that Lisa block expertly. His right hooked on Lisa's chin a second later, staggering the buxom fighter.
A second left tagged the side of her head.
Lisa squinted sharply as she moved unsteadily. Both of her gloves, barely at chest level, left her head unprotected. Marty steadied the groggy girl boxer by her shoulders and slugged her with a hard, from the waist upper cut.
Lisa sprawled back, her eyes wide and her lower jaw falling slack. The crowd went silent as they watched their favorite sway like a reed in a gentle breeze, her liquid brown eyes opening and closing as her head fell back and then lolled to the left and right.
A curtain of velvet blackness fell on Lisa. Her eyes rolled up and her one leg after the other shot from the canvas and Lisa landed on her back.
Emma the Ref began the count. Lisa's head to one side, arms out, slept peacefully.
"Nine!" Emma called out.
DING!! DING!!
Haley cursed quietly as Emma ended the count and Lisa's second stalked into the ring.
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