Lynn and Will

I love mixed boxing. And while I like winning, especially by a knock out, there's something appealing about getting punched out by a female boxer! A lot of times I've gotten laid by the very woman who put me asleep on the canvas. A lot of females get aroused by beating a man senseless.
Lynn was certainly wired that way. One time she called me late on a Thursday, asking me to her place, explaining she'd just knocked some guy cold as a glacier in the ring, but didn't like the asshole at all.
"I need some company," she urged me.
So did I.
Lynn was a light skinned Latina, with long legs and a full ass that never knew when to quit. She had just cracked forty and was actually hitting her stride as a fighter and, as I learned that night, as a lover. Lynn let go when I arrived with furious, all night sex.
"Thanks a lot, sweetie," said Lynn, cuddling next to me in her bed. "I really, really needed that!"
"Sure. What the hell happened?" I asked, kissing her forehead.
"I settled matters with that asshole Marc and his two sluts."
In five of her six matches with Marc, Lynn beat him unconscious. I mean totaled him. No one anticipated the results of their sixth fight: Lynn koed cold at Marc's feet.
"What did you do to them?"
Lynn's eyes twinkled  with pride. "First I took out the Tramp Stamp Twins Paula and Cathy!"
Lynn threw two punches in the air as if both Marc's girls were right in front of her. "Then I seperated your buddy Marc from his senses!"
The gym gossip speculated that Paula and Cathy had loaded Marc's gloves with sand for the sixth bout, ensuring Lynn's defeat. Knowing that trio, I wouldn't be surprised if the rumor was a fact.
"But thanks for helping me out, Will..."
"My pleasure, Lynn, you know that."
Looking at me for a moment, Lynn gave me a  long kiss. "You know, Will, I'd really like to fuck you up in the ring!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, me and you get the ring by ourselves and I beat you up!"
"Are you for real?!"
She seemed confused that I was questioning her. "Of course I am! I'll end it all, after I've worn you down, by knocking you out!"
"Lynn...I don't...I think I'd end up injuring you..."
"No you won't!" she blurted in the outraged tones of girl. "I expect you to fight me as best you can, I expect you to earn it!"
What the hell, I decided. Maybe she'll fuck me again. "Whatever you want, Lynn."

A friend told me that once you give women dick, they go crazy.
I felt certain Lynn was crazy. It was obvious to me she needed to beat up a potential male lover to get excited. By the next day I was second guessing my own choice, wondering if I was out of my mind, too. I'd watched six mixed matches involving Lynn and all her opponents, every one a male, had to be helped or carried out of the ring. And I let myself be seduced into joining them because I couldn't ignore the spark in her eyes? The day before the match I noticed I was not concerned  about losing. All I could think about was Lynn's body.
Lynn slipped in between the ropes, wearing a skimpy, white top that revealed the lower crescent of her breasts. Her lose, red foxy boxing trunks gave me a great leg show. Lynn knew what she was doing.
"You ready to get fucked up, Will?!"
Lynn raised her gloves to chin level. I responed with raised fists.We touched gloves and started in.
From Lynn's previous fights, I learned to keep your distance. I wanted to give her someone to chase and wait for her to either get tired, make a mistake or both.
"You're excited, aren't you! I know I am!" Lynn taunted, dodging my punches."You're all excited to get knocked...stiff!"
I stepped in, hammering her stomach, followed by a straight slug to the face. She landed on her backside, eyes and lips clinched in pain.
"Jerk!" she spat angrily, rubbing her gloved hand where I'd smacked her jaw.
"Stay down, Lynn, or I'll just do it again!" I told her. "One...two...three...."
Lynn was quickly on her feet and moving around me. Now she was more than angry, she was determined.

In the two rounds that followed, I deflected the attacks as best I could. Her fists pounded all over me and when she saw me starting to fade, Lynn crowded me. I loved her body pressed against mine, even if it meant taking a serious beating.
In round four, Lynn forced me onto the ropes and went for the kill. Like a surgeon, her punches became deliberate and methodical and effective. My vision was blurring untill all I saw was Lynn's smile and her gloves snapping at my face.
I don't remember when, but the lights went out. I remained standing for a minute, long enough to hear her whisper "Sweet dreams, chump!" followed by a momentary explosion that sent me to the canvas.

I slept for ten minutes. Lynn's happy face was the first thing I saw when the lights came back on. My head was resting in her lap.
"Ahhhhhh...now you are back for sure!"
Lynn pressed her lips to mine while craddling my head in her arms.

Lady Gwen - The Conclusion

Ethan woke up slowly, head still thick with sleep. Jane Van Walder, better known as Cat Girl to the general public, was standing over him, leather gloved fists on her hips, a feline smile on her face. Her tits are still great, Ethan thought as his head cleared.
"Wherrr....?"
"Whare are you?" Cat Girl asked.
"Where...is.. Gwen?"
"Right here with us." When Cat Girl stepped aside, Ethan had a clear view of Gwen sprawled on the leather sofa near the wall safe.
"Jane...did you...?"
Ethan tried to move, felt dizzy and sat back down.
"You bet, Ethan!" Cat Girl smacked a tightly clinched right fist into her left palm. "A few shots to Gwen's glass jaw and POW! Your little butterball was out cold!"
"Why didn't you gas her?"
"Because I wanted Gwen to feel pain. I always figured you two would make a team, she popping you cookies, too?"
"Fuck you!"
From his watch, Ethan could tell he'd been asleep for thirty minutes. More than enough time for Cat Girl and Gwen to duke it out and for Gwen to lose. "What are you doing here?"
Cat Girl grimmaced playfully. "I was going to ask you the same question. I tried getting that information from blondie and she took a swing at me!"
"We're here to rob the place?"
 "Yeah?" Cat Girl's face twisted in mock surprise. "Me, too! I've been setting this up for a month. I go in and find you two amatuers here!"
"We didn't know." answered Ethan. "We thought you'd left the country after the Sisterhood of Evil was destroyed."
 Ethan and Gwen began their romance while employed by the female crimminal network known as the Sisterhood of Evil; Gwen in the Seduction and Theft department and Ethan in accounts receviable.
Before finding his true love, ethan had messed around with Cat Girl. The relationship was stacked toward Cat Girl's dominance. When she wasn't fucking Ethan stupid, she was putting him in the same condition with her fists.
"I come and go when I need to, Ethan," Cat Girl answered, striding lazily behind the couch as moans began emitting from Lady Gwen. Slowly the blond regained her senses and sat up, looking at Ethan questioningly.
"Ethan...honey..what happened?  Are you still taking me to the prom...?"
Cat Girl let out a short laugh as she reached into the utility belt on her waist. Before Ethan could move, Cat Girl saped the back of Lady Gwen's head with cruel pleasure. Gwen went stiff and wide eyed. A dreamy smile drifted across her face.
"I love you...Ethan..."
Lady Gwen landed sideways on the couch, out cold.
"Fucking bitch!" Ethan yelled as he jumped at Cat Girl, only to be halted in his tracks by the barrel of Cat Girl's pistol.
"Don't be stupid, Ethan," advised Cat Girl, pulling back the hammer with her thumb. "It's just a tap. I don't want to hurt Gwen...much.
When Ethan backed off, Cat Girl holstered the gun. "Now Ethan, I'm afraid I have to knock you out,too!" Cat Girl removed a small cell phone from her pocket. "In memory of how happy you made me in bed, I'll use gas. I don't want you to have a headache when the police wake you up!"
Ethan grabed her writst before Cat Girl could hit "Send" to unleash a jet of KO gas. The pair struggled to point the device in the other's face until Lady Gwen, woke and sat up again, dopily saying "Ethan...you know...how to ..kiss a girl....!'
Cat Girl forced the device from her face, hitting the send button. A cloud of pink smoke engulfed Lady Gwen's face. Gwen sighed "Night-night!" and dropped off to sleep again.
Ethan slugged Cat Girl on the chin as hard as he could. The villianess staggered and dropped the cell phone. As she fell forward, eyes closed, Ethan caught her over his shoulder and deposited his former lover by the open safe.
"Why is every woman in my life crazy as hell!?" he commented. He saw plainly that Gwen was going to be out of it for awhile, so he didn't bother trying to wake her. He grabbed the bag of loot with one hand and hoisted the unconscious girl over his shoulder. Laying Gwen down in the back seat of his car, Ethan sped off, excited to get home. 

Christina Part One

Be wary of skinny girls and short girls who box. Skinny chicks move fast, usually faster than you. Short ones fight harder than a male opponent would expect. Underestimate them both and you'll wind up on the canvas.

Don't misunderstand me. I've beaten a few pint-sized cuties. They can get over excited and make errors. Desiree is a perfect example. Short, strong and good looking, she went at me like a fury. I've always liked Dez, so I was a gentleman about putting her lights out. Dez was riled up during our bout because we were both involved with the same woman. In round four, I ducked her roundhouse and hammered on a one-two to her jaw. Dez was out cold for two minutes.

At five-four Christina was not only the kind of woman I wanted to fuck, but also demolish completely in the ring. She had long, silky black hair and the violent eyes of a woman who craved a fight. I figured it would be fun to pick an arguement with her.
"Hey shortie!" I shouted, walking to Christina as she talked to Emma the Ref. Christina shot me the "Who the hell is this?!" glare. Emma didn't look pleased to see me, either. She knew what I had planned. "I heard short women boxers are good for one thing and that doesn't happen in the ring!"
"Emma, who is this prick?"
"Christina, met Chris. My least favorite tactless asshole..."
"Have a problem with women fighters?!" demanded Christina, loudly.
"No, they are great punching bags!"
"That so?"
"Every woman I've ever boxed woke up on the canvas. That's right, Emma?"
Emma pulled on Christina's shoulder. "Time to go now, Chrissy!"
"Protecting her like a mother hen, Emma?"
The short boxer jerked out of Emma's clasp. "You want a fight? Just say so!"
"No, Chrissy, he's just provoking you!" Emma said.
"I'll fight you any time!" Christina was directly in my face. Or as close as she could be by stretching on her toes. "But I might be too much..."
WHAP!
My sudden right cross folded Christina like a rag doll. "...wo...man..fooo...u..."
Emma scooped Christina up before she struck the hard wood floor. The little boxer was completely limp, but her half-open eyes revealed whites.
"Got your wish, Chris? Another match?"
"Yeah."
"Get her feet, you schmuck!"
We carried Christina to the recovery room, placing her on one of the beds. "Tell Sleeping Beauty I'm ready when she is!"
Emma raised her middle finger in response and waved smelling salts under Christina's nose.

I never anticipated a fight more than the first one with Christina. The entire membership of the Amazonia Boxing Club showed up, including a lot of women who would be delighted to see me lose. This gave me another reason to punch Christina out.
You didn't have to cheat boxing a girl like Christina. She leapt into the first round pissed off at me for the sucker punch. But fighting angry is always a mistake. I took my time, moved around her, clocking her face a few times and then slipping by her counter punches.
The body shots I landed were meant to be more fustrating than painful. Finally I hit Christina with a left-right to the chin and she went down hard.
"Get up girl!" I yelled at the dazed brunette seated on the canvas, her eyes blinking wildly. "I want to do that again!"
Christina shoke her vision into focus. Concentrating on me and ignoring the ten count, Christina stood up purposefully. As we stared at each other, I slugged her on the chin.
"UUUUFFF!" blurted Christina and her eyes rolled up in her head. I barely heard the groans of sympathy from the female spectators as Christina collapsed a second time to the canvas. I felt such a rush!
Christina was sound asleep, on her stomach, head to right, faintly grinning at the girls calling her name.
It was a massive turn on watching Christina slumber through the count and then be loaded on a stretcher by her seconds. She was so passive and beautiful flat on her back, both gloves resting on her belly that softly rose and fell as Christina was carried off.