Dawn in Love

 
A lot of the time, Dawn was pretty horny. Usually, it was the normal, daily arousal of interest she felt when she saw an attractive male. Every so often, desire hit Dawn like she'd stepped on a live power cable and burned her body like a high grade fever.
Ben made her feel that way when she first encountered him working on a speed bag in the main gym of the Amazonia Boxing Club. She wondered what it felt like to have him inside her. And once that question entered her mind, it never left. But Dawn waited for feedback about Ben from the other girls in the women's locker room.
Two friends, Jasmine and Marie, had been with Ben and rated him very highly. Those two should know, Dawn concluded.

They went back to Dawn's house after a few drinks. It didn't take long for Ben to notice the expression of predatory lust in his date's eyes. When Dawn asked if he wanted to the boxing ring in her newly finished basement, Ben said, "Yeah!" Boxing with women was one of the main reasons he joined the Amazonia.

For this particular match, Dawn fought topless, which was an unfair advantage over Ben, who stood startled and entranced. For a few moments, Ben thought they might fuck before they boxed, but was snapped back to reality by Dawn's voice.
"Ben, you look ready!"
Dawn's full red lips parted into a smile as she surveyed her opponent below the waistband of his trunks.
"I am!"
WHAP!
Ben's eyes rolled up and his entire body gave way in a wave-like motion. Yes!! Dawn thought, as Ben went to the canvas, limp and senseless.
"I'm going to fuck you, boy!" she told him, banging her red boxing gloves together. "I'm gonna rub it your face and fuck like a woman in love!"
She dragged Ben from the ring and then hefted him over her shoulder. Moving him to her bedroom took no effort at all.

Dawn was sure it was love.
Usually Dawn liked to physically dominant the males she had sex with, but this time she wanted to be plowed by her lover. They woke late the next morning entwined with each other, Ben face resting on her breasts.
"I don't have to ask if you enjoyed yourself..." Dawn whispered.
"No way!" exclaimed Ben, quietly. "You know Dawn, I think you're special!"
Dawn was struck by the novelty of the statement. "Really? Are you in love with me, boy?"
"Yeah! I am!"
Ben instigated a long, deep kiss between them.
"Me, too." Dawn admitted. "But still I'm..."
WHACK!!
The quick right put Ben out instantly. He came around an hour later in his own bedroom, his jaw aching.

Two weeks later was the rematch. Again, Dawn went into the match topless. She was in love with Ben and, looking into his eyes, she knew he felt the same way, too.
"Ready for another nap?" asked Dawn, seductively.
Ben pulled her gently, but firmly into a full embrace, diving into an kiss. Oh God! Dawn thought as their tongues danced, It's real, it's really real!
When they broke their embrace to catch their breath, Ben's left shot upward, hammering Dawn's chin. The raven-haired beauty let a soft moan and toppled onto Ben's bare chest. A big sleepy smile filled Dawn's face.
Sitting the limp fighter on the canvas, Ben thumbed both her eyelids. Her eyes were rolled up, showing only hard boiled eggs. Carefully, he eased Dawn onto her back. Ben slipped a folded up towel under Dawn's head.

He planned to abandon her there. She'd come around in a few minutes and get the message about who was in charge of the relationship, whatever that was going to be. Then Ben looked at Dawn, out for the count, and gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bed where they'd made love. He stripped off her boxing gear and pulled a blanket to her chin. He took a shower and the pair talked after Dawn came to.

A Fight for True Love

The punches, hard and precise, landed all over Mark, who sagged on the ropes of the boxing ring. He absorbed Evie's punishment throughout rounds two and three and now in the fourth, the only thing keeping him standing was the impact of the female fighter's fists.
Evie let up momentarily and Mark stared dreamily at his opponent. A few feet away, his girlfriend, Paula, was shouting "Wake up!" Paula's voice was soothing to Mark, because of the two women he lived with, Paula actually loved him. But the effort was wasted.

Mark's consciousness was drifting and his limbs were jelly. Random visions of sex with Evie occupied what brain function he had left. She's about to knock me out, he noticed, following the arcing movement of her right fist.
"Make a wish, honey stick! Because I'm about to blow out your candles!" purred Evie.
Mark watched Evie's strong thighs in the blue and black bikini until the explosion. His head wobbled back violently and then sank forward, lower jaw hanging. Mark toppled to the canvas.

The prone boxer wasn't asleep, instead he watched Emma the Ref count him out.
"Evie you finished him!" Emma said, after declaring her the victor by a knockout. Paula shoved herself between the ref and Evie, calling to her boyfriend, who grinned idiotically.
"That horn dog?!" Evie said in Paula's direction. "He wanted in my pants so bad, what else could I do!?"
Paula and Emma stood Mark up, letting his arms dangle across their shoulders. He sagged forward, unconscious.

For the five minutes Mark was out cold, he had an erotic dream featuring Paula. She rolled on the bed like mountain lioness in heat, begging Mark for relief. Mark watched himself pin her to the mattress and fuck her.
Smelling salts startled Mark back to the real world, where face and limbs ached.
Paula and Emma stood over him, concern radiating from their eyes. Karen, blond and buxom, was just behind Paula. Her expression telegraphed, "This is what you get!"

The trio had begun as just Mark and Karen, who became interested in him after wanting a full time male partner. At first, Karen was not sure if Mark was the right guy, but she seduced him, anyway.
Karen roughed up her new lover for two rounds at the Amazonia Boxing Club and called him pussy seconds before punching him out cold. When Mark came around, they spent the night at at her place. The gamble paid off.

Karen kept her two girlfriends and noticed, after some time, that Mark didn't like sharing.
We need a distraction, decided Karen and made sure Mark was ringside for the fight with Paula, a brunette, shorter than Karen. Karen worked the smaller girl over in front of Mark, before sending her to dreamland.
He followed Emma and Karen as they carried the dreaming girl to the recovery room. Purple patches were already filling in beneath her right eye. When Emma ran to another room for the first aid kit, Karen handed Mark his Iphone. He greedily took six pictures of Paula, adjusting her limbs for each exposure. For the next week, Mark helped Paula with her recovery and she soon moved in with Mark and Karen.

"Mark, honey, can you hear me?" Paula asked.
"I can..." he answered after a moment and then winced. "Everything hurts..."
An aggressive grunt came from Paula. "I'm going to crush that bitch!"

 Karen tried talking Paula out of the revenge match with Evie, who had knocked out two more male challenger in the time it took for Mark to heal. Paula didn't care.
Paula issued the challenge, making it clear she was getting even for what was done to her boyfriend. "That's so sweet! I accept," chirped Evie, happily. "Since you're fighting for true love, I'll knock you out early."

"This is really stupid, Paula, you're going to get fucking knocked out!"
"No! She's getting knocked out!" insisted Paula.
"Let's hope so..."
Emma the Ref waved in the two fighters amid the cheers and hoots of the twenty female spectators.

Evie let Paula come to her, moving backward, stopping only a few seconds to let Paula take a shot, that Evie ducked or blocked. All Paula could think of the was Mark's bruised body. She was dying to hurt the woman who put him in that condition.
Near the close of round three, Evie fixed Paula on the ropes and busted a right hook to her jaw. The brunette spun on the upper rope, halting a few feet away. Evie's upper cut was ready.
The ring was spiraling around Paula and then it drained into blackness.

Emma the Ref knew a stone cold knockout when it happened. Emma stalled a few moments, making sure Evie was back in her corner and understood she should remain there. Turning back to Paula, Emma began the count. When she reached "SIX!" the bell rang, saving Paula. Karen carried the unconscious boxer back to her corner.
When Paula emerged from the knockout, she looked around the ring in confusion, calling for Mark. Karen got her friend's attention.
"Mark?" Paula answered, looking up at Karen, who held an open tab of smelling salts.
"No, its me! Karen!"
"Is the fight over or something?"
"Not unless you want to stop...the bell saved you."
Paula stared across the ring at Evie, who responded with smirk that was more of a sneer.
"All right!" said Paula. "Let's go!!"

The crowd cheered at the bell. Both fighters danced out, Paula slightly after Evie. The pair immediately fired punches. Paula's determined assault eventually forcing Evie to the defensive. A phantom hit staggered Evie and the fighter's arms fell to her side.
"Never touch my man again!" growled Paula and pounded a left-right combination to Evie's flat stomach. All Evie ever saw was Paula's fist cock behind her hips.
A curtain of sleep, velvety black, crashed down on Evie and the pain was gone.
Evie eventually answered the voice that continually called her name. Emma was searching her eyes with the beam of pen flash light.

Two weeks later, Mark spent the night with Evie. He took the evil, satisfied smile Evie flashed him the next morning as a personal compliment.