Love Fight - The Finish

"Martika?!" rippled downward to the Amazon as she emerged from unconsciousness. Slowly she identified the word as her name and then recognized the dressing room where she had been laying out cold for ten minutes from Jon's punch. The blurry, water-color blobs that spoke to her focused into her cousin Sonia and Amazon Island's ruler, Queen Titania.
"Your majesty..." the girl boxer barely whispered. "I..."
"Rest child," Titania smiled. "You've taken a serious beating."
"The fight is over?"
"No, I ordered it suspended," Titania explained as Sonia place an ice pack on her cousin's bruised face. "Jon put you on the canvas, but the bell saved you. I need to know if you want to finish it, Martika?"
Martika's face began to hurt. She was bewildered by the disordered stream of memories she was sorting through.
"I do want to finish it. Jon is mine!"
Queen Titania was surprised and then pleased and proud of Martika. This one's finally grown up, the Amazon queen decided. "Then you must defeat him. Jon has to be tamed and permanently mated."
"I will!" Martika swore.
The next two days, Martika recovered in her quarters, attended by Queen Titania's doctor. As her strength and coordination returned, Martika decided she still loved Jon despite the beating he'd given her in the ring. She knew her desire was a weakness unless Jon was defeated in public. Otherwise, he would be a mad dog freed from his leash.

The bruise beneath Martika's right eye leapt out at Jon as soon as he faced her in the ring. He didn't think she'd be back for rematch after the clobbering he handed her. "Heard you were laid up for two days Martika," Jon said with almost admiration in his voice. "I thought you'd be a genuine punching bag like Sonia!"
"Leave my cousin out of this," Martika said angrily. "Let's get this over with!"
"When you're ready Martika!" Jon swaggered back to his corner, with Martika's eyes fixed on his bare back.
As they came at each other, Martika dodged a punch to her head and quickly slugged Jon in the gut. Two aof his follow up shots stung Martika's face, but she sidestepped the the left meant to take all the air out of her. Jon noticed for the first time how powerfully built Martika was, her shoulders and breasts carried at him. "You're looking better second time around, sugar!"
Jon landed a solid right - left to Martika's head, staggering the Amazon. "Especially with that shiner!" Jon's left upper cut tagged Martika on the chin as she stumbled, dropping the girl to the canvas.
Martika sat in a lump, dazed and listening to Jon's laughter. For a few seconds she laughed to herself. Here she was, head swimming from a punch delivered by a guy who may knock her out a second time, who she's in love with!
Martika stood up and raised her fists to Jon. He smirked and the two fought again.
Martika held her ground this time, blocking every punch Jon fired at her. She timed him and when Jon's arm extended, she ducked and slammed a shot to his head.
Jon stood wide eyed and motionless. Martika had seen that glassy look just before her opponents in the City of Men went down. Martika gave Jon a firm kiss and slugged him with a right.
Jon's head shot sideways and he hit the canvas on his back, out stone cold.
The crowd cheered wildly as the count finished and the unconscious Jon was declared "OUT."
Martika took Jon in her arms and lifted the male above her head in a signal of triumph.
"I claim this man as my mate, fairly won in single combat!" she shouted.

Love Fight Part 1

All but one of Martika's matches had been away from her home island; held in the Cities of Man. Since turning twenty, the young Amazon had made six yearly trips to the Cities of Men to select a mate. By the rules of the Amazon Sisterhood, if she defeated her male opponent he was her new mate. If the warrioress lost, she could have relations with the victor, but marriage was out of the question no matter how she felt.
Martika never took her obligation to bring home a man seriously. Getting laid was her undeclared objective. She boxed all the men she wanted to fuck and the results were impressive: two losses in six matches, with all four victories by knockouts. But after intense, post-fight sex, Martika abandoned the men and returned to Amazon Island alone.
I've left four men on the canvas, she thought, looking at Jon across the boxing ring from her. He's number five!
Jon was the only unmarried male on Amazon Island. Having been washed ashore from his freighter during a storm, Jon as eagerly "proposed" to by girls looking for a husband. His fighting style during the ensuing courtship was brutal and efficient: ten challengers climbed into the ring with him and the same ten were carried out, bruised and unconscious. Martika witnessed Jon's most recent fight where he knocked out Martika's cousin Sonia in the fourth round.
What disturbed Martika was how much she enjoyed seeing Sonia getting pummelled. She couldn't take her eyes off Jon. Martika loved her cousin, but Jon moved with strength and grace and struck with devastating precision. Martika recognized as perverse her sudden love for the man who had floored so many of the Amazon's best boxers.

The mostly female crowd cried their approval when Martika stood eye to eye with Jon. Jon's moved like liquid mercury on Martika's long legs, lovely hips and generous chest, all barely covered in tight blue shorts and a white tank top.
"Whoa!" Jon whispered to himself, approvingly. "I'm going to make you sleep, honey!"
Their arms and shoulders touched as they probed each others eyes for weakness. A spark jumped between the brown skinned girl and the white sailor and Martika smiled at her startled opponent.
"This man is the one I choose as my mate!!" Martika shouted out to the assembled Amazons, who replied with vigorous affirmation. "You'll be a great husband, Jon!" she added in a lower voice.
"I've heard that already!" he answered and went back to his corner.
When the bell called them out, Martika struck first, hoping to throw Jon off balance and irritate him. Jon kept backing away from Martika. He discovered after his first fight with an Amazon that these women fought on the offense.
"You move pretty quick for a girl who is punching mostly air," mocked Jon.
Martika sneered angrily and landed a hard left-right combination to Jon's head. Instantly, his left fist jerked against Martika's chin, popping her head back.
Martika blurted an "Uuuufff!!" and landed on her ass. For a moment, Martika looked around dreamily, baffled at the pain in her face and surveying Jon's crotch and thighs. Her vision focused, only leaving the sharp sting of the head shot prickling her jaw.
"Son of a bitch!" Martika growled, pulling herself upright. Gloves up by her face, now red with anger, Martika went at Jon again.
The pair, locked in the exchange of leather, waltzed around the ring. The crowd encouraged each blow landed by the female warrior. But Jon seemed to absorb each shot and replied with his own, calling Martika a weak chinned little girl who liked being punched.
Martika's Amazon pride injured, she hissed the ancient curses of the Sisterhood at Jon and threw body shots. Jon crouched inward, his arms and fists guarding chest and head. He timed his opponent's barrage and found an opening.
The first punch pounded Martika's chin for a second time. She brushed it off, keeping her eyes fastened on Jon. The second and third shots were blocked, but Jon hammered Martika in the gut. The Amazon bent in agony, wind escaping her clinched lips.
A punch then exploded on the side of Martika's face, blurring the ring and Jon. Martika strained to straighten herself as she slumped against the ropes.
Purple lights blasted in Martika's head and her entire body went stiff, her face frozen momentarily from the force of Jon's left.
Martika stood dazed, limbs unresponsive to the faint commands issuing from her fading brain.
Jon hurled another combination to Martika's head. The young girl felt the gym jolt violently and then a slow relaxation of her limbs. Martika didn't understand the sensation swallowing her, sliding her down a black tunnel.
Pleasure spiked through Jon's body as he watched the Amazon through the ten count. Martika was prone against the ropes, her lifeless arms laying in her lap. The bell clanging loudly stoped the ref's count at "seven" and Martika's seconds leapt past the disappointed Jon and lifted the fallen fighter to her feet. The unconscious girl wobbled like a drunk as her sisters worked her limp arms over their shoulders. Watching Martika's smooth brown legs trail behind her as she was carried to her corner compensated Jon for his incomplete victory.

Katie

A hard right hook from Wes detonated on the side of Katie’s head. The girl’s face contorted in pain and her arms dropped heavily to her side.
To Katie’s dimming vision, Wes moved barely at all, his fists still raised defensively although nearly all the fight was out of his opponent. The bout had gone for five rounds and in the first three, Katie had done well. But she had been fighting on the defensive the entire time and Wes took control when he saw Katie slowing down late in the fourth.
The world went silent after Wes’ left upper cut and Katie felt like she was floating under water, her feet inches from the canvas. Emma, the ref, was moving closer to her, ready to stop the match.
Then Wes’ bulging red fist emerged from his waist, moving faster than Emma. The glove consumed Katie’s universe and a sharp pain crackled through her skull.
Katie slid downward against the ropes, an intense rainbow of lights flashing as struggled to clasp the ropes. Inky blackness swarmed over the girl and she bounced off the bottom rope and landed on her back.
For a slow instant, Katie opened her eyes. Wes and Emma were staring down at her. “SIX!!” echoed around the gym and then Katie heard Emma’s gentle voice seep into her head. Bare chested in his trunks, Wes looked so handsome to Katie and she wanted to press her sore face into Emma’s ample chest.
“SEVEN!!” gently caressed Katie back to sleep.

For the first few moments of unconsciousness, Katie drifted in blackness, her entire being relaxed.
The film abruptly flickered in her brain. She viewed both dreams at once. The first had she and Wes making passionate love. Wes hadn’t simply seduced her, he was conquering and possessing Katie with sexual pleasure - an effort she welcomed with each penetration.
The second vision was of Katie and Emma, naked in each other’s arms on a big bed. They didn’t make love, but kissed and fondled each other tenderly. Katie was completely content in Emma’s embrace, her lips pressing Emma’s nipples.
“Go on Katie,” Emma encouraged the slightly younger girl. “It will be great!”
The longer Katie watched the double dream, the more pleasure flooded her body.

At “TEN!!” Emma quickly declared Wes the victor by a knock out and examined the slumbering Katie. Wes pulled off his gloves and knelt at the other side of Katie’s head and cracked her eye lids.
“Nothing but whites,” he told Emma. “She’s out cold!”
“Katie’s pulse is normal,” Emma added. “Let’s get her back to the corner.”
Carefully, the pair lifted up the unconscious girl, her limp legs bending at the knees around Emma’s hands and her upper torso snug in Wes’ arms. The defeated boxer girl’s head nestled into Wes’ arm and she released a long, audible sigh.
Katie collapsed against the turnbuckle when Wes and Emma gingerly sat her on the stool. Wes called her name as he gently slapped her cheeks. Emma cracked a phial of smelling salts by the girl’s nostrils and Katie jerked into foggy consciousness.
“Hey Katie, speak to us!” Wes pleaded.
“Wes?…you’re strong,” Katie murmured, still feeling traces of the dream that ended. Katie smiled, “Look at the fire flies!”
Emma grimaced. “Katie, breath in.” Emma made a short pass of the salts by Katie’s face. Katie spasmed and glared at the two, unable to look away from their faces. “You guys were holding me?” Katie whispered.
“Yeah, we carried you back here, sweetie,” Emma stated.
“It felt great…do it again!” Katie blurted and then her eyes crossed. She passed out.


Two days after her release from the hospital, Katie made love to Wes. Even before they boxed, Katie was fascinated that Wes only fought women and that most of his opponents ended their bouts out cold on the canvas like she did. Katie saw him as a challenge.
Wes found that he liked Katie, holding hands while they talked was just as exciting as fondling her compact ass during sex. Two weeks into their affair, Katie told Wes about the dream his knockout punch induced. She exaggerated Wes’ erotic role in the dream, but didn’t leave out Emma’s performance.
“Why didn’t I have sex with Emma?” Katie asked Wes as their heads rested on each other’s shoulders in Katie’s bed.
“Seems pretty clear to me,” Wes said, smiling at his lover.
“What?”
“You’re in love with Emma as much as me.”
Katie was confused by his attitude toward a possible rival.
“Ever been with a girl, Katie?”
“No, I never wanted sex with a woman,” Katie answered. “But I want sex with Emma!”
Wes gave her another assured smile. “Then go talk to her, test the water.”
“Do you know that she’s a lesbian?”
“For a fact? No. I’ve only known her to go with men. But you creatures are tricky. Id din’t figure you for girl on girl, but you’re already planning a lesbian seduction.”
Katie gave a short laugh at the suggestion.


Katie made sure Emma had three beers before she told her about her dream. It certainly increased her confidence that Emma agreed to come over to Katie’s apartment for dinner. They sat on the couch, drinking and talking about boxing and people at the gym and Wes. The entire gym, which was mostly women, were talking about how Wes and Katie were a couple even after he beat her senseless.
“He’s so handsome and ….male…” Katie explained, watching Emma’s face. The ref eyes widened and she smirked.
Katie then related her dream, amplifying the erotic charge of Emma’s presence. Emma took a swallow of beer and returned Katie’s searching look. She wanted to see if Katie was serious. Emma leaned forward and kissed Katie, their tongues swirling in their mouths. Katie felt happiness pulse through her entire body.

“Hey you awake?” Emma asked Katie in bed three hours later. Katie rolled over and exchanged kisses with Emma. “I didn’t know you went for girls, Emma. I was scared you’d turn me down.”
“Sure, I’ve had female partners. I’ve fallen for other women since I was eleven.”
“But Wes said he only saw you with guys.”
Emma snorted out a laugh. “I like guys too. A lot! I have to have a talk with Wes about talking out of school!”
“You’re friends with Wes?” Katie asked, feeling oddly jealous.
“We’ve had a few turns in the hay,” Emma explained. “Are you in love with Wes along with me?’\”
Katie nodded. “Wes has an open mind, I think the three of us will get along fine!” Emma said, kissing Katie on the lips.

The Cheaters

Henry was untrue to his girlfriend out of simple lust: a sexy dark haired gym bunny named Paula was offering and Henry was taking. The affair had gone on for six weeks until Jennifer discovered it. She kicked herself for not suspecting that a man with Henry’s considerable sexual energy would search for other outlets.
Paula was a brown skinned girl with a bright smile and electric eyes, who worked as a cheerleader for the city’s football team and as a choreographer. Her outgoing, bubbly personality drew Henry, along with her toned dancer’s legs and full chest. Paula liked men in general, especially ones that made her laugh, which Henry did from the start.
At different times Henry wondered why he cheated on Jennifer, a blonde body builder he’d lived with for three years. The truth was that Henry wanted to fuck different women. Jennifer was more than satisfying as a lover and she was happy that Henry wasn’t just another dim brained muscle head. Discovering his infidelity jolted her, especially after she found out who Henry was cheating with.
“I’m going to hospitalize that bitch!” Jennifer exclaimed to her younger sister, Brenda.
“Screwing around with Paula? Really? “ Brenda worked out at the same gym as her sister and the home wrecker and wasn’t surprised. Jennifer always made poor choices with men Brenda had decided a long time ago. Paula’s pouty lips and the cute little ass that she shook so well, Brenda thought, made her perfect for the part.
“I think you should punish Henry, too.”
“Punish him? It’s over between him and me!”
“But don’t you want to hurt him first?”
Jennifer paused, considering her sister’s suggestion. “Yeah!” Jennifer enthused. “Let’s hurt Henry, also!”

Henry and Paula were eating breakfast when the doorbell rang. Henry watched Paula spring to her feet ahead of him to answer the door, her ass cheeks jiggling in her red shorts.
“Oh…shit!… Jennifer!?…” coming from the hallway made Henry’s blood go cold. The sounds of a scuffle followed by groans of pain from Paula filled the air as he dashed towards the front door. A loud thud vibrated the carpeted floor as Henry made the corner and saw his girlfriend in the entrance, clutching her fist. Paula was sprawled on the floor unconscious, hands by her head, legs spread in a “V.”
“Uncle passed away, Henry?” Jennifer glared at him. “Did you think I was really that stupid?”
“No…I…uh…” Henry stammered, slipping backward. “She doesn’t amount to anything, Jen, this is nothing!”
“You bet it is!” Jennifer leapt over the slumbering Paula and pounced down in front of Henry, punching him sharply in the stomach. With a groan, he stumbled backward. A pair of lovely female arms snaked around his neck. “You remember my sister, Henry?”
Brenda tightened her hold around Henry’s throat and embraced him to her ample chest. “I never liked you, Henry,” she whispered in her sexiest voice. “But that was just instinct. Now I have a reason!”
Biceps tightened under Henry’s chin, making him gasp for breath and claw at Brenda’s arms and head.
The sisters laughed together out loud and Henry’s vision melted. His knees buckled and Brenda settled him into a sitting position. A fuzzy tingling pulsed through Henry’s body and felt intensely sleepy.
“There you go!” Brenda cooed. Henry’s arms, one at a time, fell like lead pipes to the floor. Darkness oozed upward and gulped him down.

Henry woke seated on a folding chair. A shallow groan startled him and he looked to his right to see Paula in another chair, slowly regaining consciousness. She clutched her sore jaw with a red boxing glove and Henry realized they were both wearing boxing gear.
“Hey Honey Stick, you awake?”
It was Jennifer. She and Brenda were walking toward Henry and Paula, both dressed for a match.
“What happened?” Paula asked, groggily blinking. “What’s this?” she asked, holding up her gloves.
“You cheated on me Henry!…with this.. this…cum dump!” accused Jennifer. “Now Brenda and I are going to punish you for your bad behavior!”
“Hey Henry, have a nice nap!?” Brenda asked slyly.
“Go to hell, Brenda, I’ll flatten you!”
“No Henry, I’ll flatten you,” Jennifer said. “Brenda’s going to lay out lover girl!”
Paula bolted to her feet, gloves up. “Whenever you’re ready Brenda!”
Brenda stepped back a few paces. “Come on melon chest!”
Paula bounded forward and began trading shots with Brenda.
“Paula won’t last long, so maybe we should get started,” Jennifer suggested. “I want to get a few pics of you two on the canvas as soon as possible.”
Henry got up and he and Jennifer touched gloves.
Brenda went to work on Paula, who cooperated with Brenda by aggressively attacking. Henry dodged around his girlfriend, smacking her in the face and chest only when Jennifer’s guard was low. As they circled each other, Henry recalled how great Jennifer looked in her tight white top that displayed her breasts so invitingly. He felt no remorse at being caught cheating or involving a harmless piece of fluff like Paula in his personal problems. As he and Jennifer drew closer and began hammering each other in earnest, Henry just wanted to fuck the blonde muscle girl once more.
Paula was already right where Brenda wanted her: on the receiving end of a barrage of head and torso shots. The cheerleader tried fervently to block and counter punch Brenda, but her opponent darted around her too quickly.
Paula watched Brenda’s biceps tense up for another punch and then a flash of white light consumed her. Reality slowed to as stop as Paula’s arms simply dropped to her hips. Brenda slammed a left-right to Paula’s jaw and delivered an upper cut that pitched the girl into the ropes.
Lights flashing in her head, Paula took two tentative, wobbly steps, smiled contentedly and crashed to the canvas. Brenda smiled down at the felled woman, admiring Paula’s thighs and ass cheeks revealed by her hiked up gym shorts.
“Paula!” Henry shouted.
“Don’t get upset Henry!” Jennifer said coyly. “Just relax.”
BAM!!
For a moment Henry stared wide eyed and straight ahead. Birds chirped in his ears as Henry’s knees impacted the canvas. Henry admired his lover who lay prone before him and pitched downward into warm sleep. His face slapped loudly on Paula’s half-exposed ass.
“Henry’s kissing her ass,” Brenda observed.
“It’s where he wants to be,” Jennifer said.

Paula’s face throbbed when she came around. Henry was already conscious and sitting up, a confused and exhausted expression on his face.
“You’ve got a serious shiner, sweetheart!” he said to Paula.
“That bitch of yours bruised you good,” Paula whispered, inching toward Henry. “What do you remember?”
Henry took off his boxing gloves and embraced Paula, looking into her face, adoring the purple-black crescent under her right eye. “I saw you on the canvas and then Jennifer sucker punched me.”
“That bruise must hurt,” Paula gently pressed her lips to the red blotch on Henry’s cheek.
Henry quickly removed her gloves and then her top. “Did you like getting knocked out Paula?”
The girl in Henry’s arms held back her answer as a shiver ran through her body as Henry caressed her
nipples.
“Yes, I did. A lot!”
Henry pressed Paula to the floor, never taking his eyes from hers as he took down her shorts and then his own.
“Hammer me!” Paula gasped in his ear as she felt him enter her.

“Come on, sleepy heads, wakey-wakey!”
Jennifer’s voice echoed in Henry’s skull, jolting him awake. He and Paula had slept restfully besides each other in the ring after an hour and half of sex.
Paula sighed, rolled over, clutching Henry and settled back into sleep.
“Rise and shine, Paula honey!” Brenda shouted, slapping Paula on the ass.
“Damn it, Jennifer, were you guys watching us!?” Henry demanded.
“Not me, I don’t want to see you with this slut!” Jennifer kicked Paula firmly in the ass, waking her completely. “Brenda did.”
“You did?”
“Yep! Made the professional tail twitcher very happy, have to tell you!” Brenda pulled Paula to her feet and gave the cheerleader a long kiss. When Paula stepped back, her face was alight with pleasurable surprise.
“Come on sweetie!” Brenda guided a stunned and very horny Paula from the ring and into the a room nearby. Henry stood flabbergasted. “Don’t get worried, Henry, Brenda will be gentle.”
Jennifer then gave Henry a long kiss of her own. “Its over between us, Henry,” Jennifer said. “But I want one more time with you!”


Henry and Jennifer were lay on their backs, enjoying the afterglow of their coitus when Brenda walked in. In her arms was an unconscious Paula. “How did you guys do?” Jennifer asked.
“We had a good hour together and then I punched her out,” Brenda said, laying the happily dreaming Paula on the bed. “We’ll be sharing Paula from now on Henry, at least until I lose interest.”
“We’ll see about that!” he blurted.
“We sure will!” replied Brenda as she walked out of the room.
Jennifer got up and dressed, while Henry examined Paula. “Its was great with you, Henry, but you fucked it up. And I don’t tolerate cheaters!”
“Wait Jen…”
WAP!
Jennifer’s right crossed knocked Henry out instantly. He landed next to Paula.
“Enjoy your whore, Henry.”

Three of a Kind

Kayla and Maria were arguing when I got home for dinner. I did my best to ignore the couple in the living room as they loudly accused each other of infidelity. Instead, I threw together a ham and cheese sandwich and read the newspaper, hoping the shouting would subside.
It didn't.
The muffled "UUUFFF!!" of pain from Kayla brought me to my feet. Maria was the dangerous one in these lovers' spats. If her temper reached boiling point, Maria could get physically violent.
As I entered the living room, I saw Maria taking Kayla off her feet with a right to the curly blonde-haired girl's chin. The punch spun her backwards, her face bright with stunned surprise. Kayla flopped on the couch, half sitting half stretched out,arms and legs sprawled. For a moment, Kayla's head lolled from side to side and then her eyes shut. Kayla's entire body relaxed and her head fell forward, mouth slack and chin resting on her upper chest.
"Jesus Maria, look what you just did!" I yelled.
Maria was gasping loudly, clearly aroused. "Yeah! Yeah!" she panted.
Maria gazed at Kayla with eyes wide with delight.
"Dan, you're home!"
"I am. What just happened?"
"Oh...oh...Kayla and I had an argument."
"About what?"
"I found out she was cheating, she denied it, we started screaming and I saw red. Then bang! boom! I was so mad!!"
Clearly, I thought, glancing over the unconscious blonde in her American flag bikini. I cracked Kayla's eyelids and they showed white. Her pulse was normal and her petite chest rose and fell regularly. Maria stood next to me, rocking back and forth on her feet, fists half raised as if she expected Kayla to get back on her feet and finish the fight at any instant.
"Maria, grab her feet! Let's get her on the bed!" I said, slipping my hands through Kayla's armpits. As we lifted her up, Kayla emitted a soft moan, but remained in a deep slumber.
"You have to get your temper under control!" I scolded Maria.
"I know," Maria felt bad for a minute and then her expression lightened. "She'll feel different when she comes around."
"True enough," I muttered. Kayla was the submissive with Maria and got turned on by Maria's aggression.
"You two are going to fuck like mad women when she's awake."
"Jealous?" Maria responded, teasing.
Maria and I met at my gym two years ago. For awhile I watched her lovely brown body move around the boxing ring before I spoke to her. We went out a few times before she told me she was bi and already possessed a female partner.
"I need a man, too," Maria told me at dinner one night. "You're good looking and not an asshole. Give us a little more time and think we can make room for you."
I was patient and within a month I was sharing a house and bed with Maria and Kayla.
Another longer moan from Kayla snapped me out of the memory. Maria and I carried "Goldie Locks," as Maria called Kayla in more affectionate moods, to our bed and carefully laid her down.
"I told her continually not to mess with other women," Maria explained. "She denied she'd been with Desiree from the gym a few nights ago, but I found that little puta's phone number and confronted Kayla with it."
"And punched her out?!"
"Yeah!!" Maria couldn't wait for Kayla to wake up.
Maria never got upset when I slept with other women, but she was in love with Kayla, so sleeping beauty was off bounds for me.
Kayla began a slow, rhythmic mumbling as she emerged from unconsciousness.
"Dez...ohhh...Dan! ooo I never thought you were sooooo big!..."
Maria glared at me.
"'Dan's so big'!?"
"She's dreaming, Maria." I said quickly.
"You bet she is!" Maria's face was suddenly rent with anger. "Did you fuck Kayla?"
"No..."
"You did, I know when you're lying Daniel!"
"Look, it only happened once...."
Maria's body tensed and she put her face directly in mine.
"When?"
"A few months back, when you spent the weekend with your parents."
"And?!"
"And Kayla came home from the gym all pissed off. I don't know about what, but she was frustrated."
Kayla had fought another girl at the gym, tried to hook up with her after the match, but nothing panned out. I'd be damned to hell if I told Maria that!
"I gave her some wine, just to calm her down. She told me I was good looking...it didn't mean anything, Maria, I'm not in love with Kayla."
Kayla had a drunken, intense look in her eyes when she challenged me to bare knuckled bout that night. I took my time and knocked her out cold after a minute or or so of ducking her clumsily thrown punches. When Kayla woke, we fucked all night.
"That's good to hear, Dan!" Maria spat.
"Then you're not mad at me?" I saw light at the end of the tunnel.
"No! I'm enraged at you!"
The light was an oncoming train.
I saw Maria coil back her fist and then release.
WHAP!!!
The punch to my jaw lifted me upward, turning me around in mid air. I landed face down in Kayla's pussy, my nose and mouth pressed into her bikini bottoms, my head cradled between her fleshy white thighs.
"OOOO...yes, Dan...."Kayla sighed dreamily. Then I went out.

When I came to, Kayla was awake and the pair were embracing each other tenderly.
"Now you promise me, Kayla, no more straying."
"Yes," Kayla answered in her honey-sweet voice. They kissed and I watched with full attention.
"Ready now, Kayla?" Maria asked. "You know what needs to happen!"
"Yes, I do. I'm ready." Kayla extended her chin and closed her eyes.
Maria glanced excitedly at her lover and slugged her hard on the chin. Out cold instantly, Kayla landed heavily on the mattress next to me. She looked content.
"As for you, Dan!" Still groggy, I was unable to resist Maria's hauling me to my feet and pushing me out of the bedroom. "Tonight, you are on the couch!"
"Wha..Maria..take it..easy.." I said dizzily as she shoved me back into the living room.
"Don't I give you enough sex? Fuck you almost every night!" Maria berated me as she stood me up against the couch. "I need a man, not a two timer, Dan!"
"But..Maria...uh..this..is..wrong..."
"No, it's right," Maria whispered. "Say good night!"
WACK!!!
And I was out for the evening.

Eric's Angel The Finish

Eric bought a beer for himself and a scotch for the Asian girl who had been smiling at him. She smiled even wider when he introduced himself and handed her a full glass resembling the half empty one by her hand. The girl was named Tammy.
The pair had talked for ten minutes, Tammy pressing closer to Eric as they conversed. The black business suit, complete with open white blouse and short dark skirt, rested along the outline of Tammy's gym trained body. Eric's eyes moved on the contours and then took in her scarlet lips. As his hands slipped around her waist, Eric understood why he went to high end bars so often.
Outside in the parking lot, Tammy rested herself against a large SUV and grinned fetchingly at Eric.
"Okay?" she asked in subtle encouragement.
Eric took her in his arms, pulling Tammy firmly against him. Eric loved the feel of her dress material grazing the tops of his hands as he felt up Tammy's thighs and hips. She moaned in genuine pleasure, delighting in how smoothly her new friend pulled her panties below her hips and caressed her vagina. In a swift motion, Tammy undid Eric's pants and grasped his throbbing erection.
Eric warmly kissed her, unbuttoning her white blouse as their exhalations filled the deserted parking lot. There was a rustle of stones behind him, but the sound barely registered with Eric as Tammy's chest rose and fell violently in his hands.
WHAP!!!
A flash of light split Eric's vision and pain clutched his skull. Lights blurred and tilted and arms held him from behind.
“Got him!” a different female voice from Tammy’s called out in triumph. Darkness washed Eric away.

When the river of darkness receded, leaving Eric beached in an upright position, he saw Atomic Girl smiling raptoursly.
“Why isn’t this a surprise?” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head. His elbows fumbled into the people seated on either side of him. Eric looked around confused.
“You know Tammy already, she’s Jade Dragon from my old Justice Force days,” Atomic girl explained, bemused. “The girl who sapped you is my protégé, Miho.”
Eric smiled grimly at the Asian girls on each side of him. Eric realized they were all in a limousine. “We’re not done, Eric, not even close,” Atomic girl stated. “I’m a woman in love!”
“How nice for you! When we get married can I still take things that don’t belong to me?”
Atomic Girl laughed. “Why did you leave me that red rose, Eric? That was so romantic!”
“It was a consolation,” Eric said. “Since, according to our deal, I won the match!”
Atomic girl stared at Eric lovingly, her pinky resting on her lip. “But we’re not finished. We’re going to fight again.”
“You like getting punched out, sweetie?” grumbled Eric. “Because I didn’t bring any roses this time.”
“Depends on who’s knocking me out..but you need to relax for now Eric, we both have a big night ahead of us!”
“I hope so.” Eric took in Atomic Girl’s round breasts and fine legs.
“Ladies, do to Eric what you do best to men,” Atomic Girl said.
Tammy and Miho giggled.
“All right, the second thing you do best to men.”
“Ohh? okay…” Tammy collected herself and landed a brutal judo chop to Eric’s neck. Multicolored pinwheels spun in Eric’s eyes and he felt his body relax. The second blow from the enthusiastic Miho impacted below Eric’s ear, turning out the lights.

Eric had to admit to himself that Atomic Girl was looking good. Tammy was tying up his boxing gloves as the four of them occupied the boxing ring in Atomic Girl’s home. She was talking to Eric, but he was barely listening, his attention was held by Atomic Girl, who stood in her corner with Miho.
“Don’t be a jerk, Eric, take your knockout like a gentleman,” Tammy said. “Can’t you see she loves you or she wouldn’t go through all this!”
“I know,” Eric replied, setting to his feet and brushing Tammy aside. Seeing him approach, Atomic Girl strode past Miho and met Eric in the middle of the ring.
“You ready for this, Eric? Cause you’re going down!”
Being this close to Atomic Girl in her green shorts and bikini top made Eric glad her was in the ring with her. I’ll knock her cold, he decided, a vision of the unconscious Atomic Girl flat on her back on the canvas flashing in his mind.
“What ever you say, Ms. Atomic Boobs!” Eric sneered mockingly.
Insulted, Atomic Girl threw the first punch and Eric dodged it. He sprang up and hammered Atomic Girl directly on the chin. She fumbled backward, confusion written all over her face.
Eric sliced her jaw with a powerful left hook, sending the female crime fighter sideways. Atomic Girl barely remained her. Her head bobbed back and forth, trying to slow down the spinning boxing ring.
Eric moved in closer, opening up a steady barrage of lefts and rights, alternating between Atomic Girl’s mid section and head. The clobbering stopped when Atomic Girl, dazed and groggy, fell back against the ropes. She stepped forward gingerly, a dopey smile on her face, eyes glassy. The blurred vision of Eric before made her smile more, knowing her lover was about to take her.
Taking a deep contented breath, Atomic Girl raised her gloves to just below her chin.
“Oooo K…Eric….I MH…ready….”
Eric reached over and pressed Atomic Girl’s raised fists to her side.
“Hey…whhhaaa…rong, Eric…bebe….”
“I have to do this right, Atomic Girl,” Eric explained, tilting Atomic Girl’s head into an upright position. He kissed his right boxing glove and pulled his arm back. “Or not at all. Sweet dreams, honey pot!”
BAM!!!!
Atomic Girl’s head shot back and her body went stiff. With a long sigh, she fell face first on the canvas, knocked out cold.

Eric waited outside Atomic Girl’s bedroom for five minutes. A very angry Tammy and Miho told Eric to wait at least long enough to see if Atomic Girl was going to be alright.
When Atomic Girl emerged from her room, she was dressed in a long white bathrobe. The beginnings of a round shiner gleamed around her right eye.
“Okay, Eric you win,” admitted Atomic Girl. “I’m no match for you.”
Eric moved to speak, but Atomic Girl stopped him. “I know you don’t feel toward me like I feel for you, but could I have one kiss, please.”
Eric felt his insides melt. “How can I not? He said to himself.
Eric wrapped Atomic Girl in his strong arms and their tongues danced in his mouth. When they finally broke the embrace, all Atomic Girl could do was look in Eric’s eyes with heartbreak.
“Good bye Eric.” she whispered. Eric held one long moment and peered longingly into Atomic Girl’s hazel-blue eyes. For a moment they were silent, but Atomic Girl begged him to stay.
Eric’s fist caught Atomic Girl on the button of the chin. Out like a light, her face fell gently on Eric’s shoulder. She sighed and went to sleep.
Eric lifted her in his arms like he was a bridegroom on his wedding night and carried Atomic Girl back in her bedroom, placing her carefully on the bed. Then he sat on the chair by the bed.
“I got her,” Eric said to Tammy and Miho who stood on the other side of the bed, glaring at the jewel thief. Then Tammy’s face softened when she looked at Atomic Girl, now smiling in her sleep.
“No, I think she’s got you!”

Eric's Angel Part One

Atomic Girl claimed no man could break her heart, Eric Powell, a professional jewel thief, came closest.
Eric was preparing to take down the security system of the Metro Art Museum and lift one of the priceless Romanov Diamonds when he encountered Atomic Girl.
More accurately, she encountered him.
Eric's back was turned to the buxom, statuesque, raven-haired crime fighter as she crept silently toward him. She landed a sharp judo chop to the thief's neck.
Pain jerked Eric's body and the burglar tools fell from his hands, clanking on the pavement of the museum alleyway where the security switch box was housed. Eric thought he had electrocuted himself and then was submerged in darkness. Atomic Girl knelt by the unconscious criminal and collected his tools for evidence with business-like rapidity. When Atomic Girl rolled Eric on his back to take a digital photo of him, a gasp of air escaped her lips. She fell in love with Eric instantly.
For a long moment, Atomic Girl was frozen, staring expressionlessly at Eric's handsome features. Grabbing his limp arms frantically, Atomic Girl tipped the robber over her shoulder. She checked the crime scene for any evidence that Eric had been there. Finding none, she carried Eric to her black 1966 GTO parked at the entrance to the alleyway. She dumped him the passenger seat, got the car started and sped off.

Eric woke an hour later on a large couch in a dark office. Moving was painful, but he finally worked himself to his feet. His vision cleared in time for him to peer out a window and see a dozen police cars, lights flashing a rainbow of colors, at the entrance of the Metro Museum.
"Damn!" Eric groaned to himself. "Slipped through my fucking fingers! How did I get here?"
On the next three jobs, Eric got clobbered from behind and transported before the police arrived. To his increasing aggravation, Eric decided he had been assigned a guardian angel. Atomic Girl, at the age of 32, was smitten for the first time in her life and had appointed herself Eric's angel.
In the previous decade, Rita guarded Metro City as second in command to Super Donna as part of the four woman Justice Force. Justice Force was publicly defeated by their arch enemy The Sisterhood of Evil. Atomic Girl and the others regrouped and eventually defeated The Sisterhood, but Super Donna announced her retirement, disbanding Justice Force so she could marry her much younger fiance.
Atomic Girl continued solo crime fighting, enjoying male companionship often and with no strings, as she always had. But one glance at Eric transformed her feelings. Intoxicated with love, Atomic Girl tracked Eric's every move from the roofs of Metro City. Watching him case his next target, she adored how easily he moved, undetected by the world around him, observing the deliveries to and security procedures of galleries and jewelry merchants.
"He's so good at this!" Atomic Girl thought in gleeful ecstasy.
Atomic Girl waited until midnight for Eric to move on the Martini Diamond Exchange warehouse. A few days before, the Exchange had received a substantial amount of uncut diamonds. With night vision goggles, Atomic Girl saw Eric appear on the exchange's roof top, opposite the one where she was concealed. He moved quickly to the skylight, methodically disarming the alarm system on the glass.
Discarding the goggles, Atomic Girl sprinted forward, picking up speed as she ran. Silently she sprang outward, leaping effortlessly the few feet between the buildings. Atomic Girl landed in a crouch, twenty feet from her prey. Atomic Girl slipped toward Eric, a stun wand in her hand.
Eric saw a blur in the glass move and spun quickly, smacking the wand from Atomic Girl's hand. Grabbing her other arm, Eric yanked the super heroine at him, slugging her in the gut.
"Atomic Girl?" he blurted, seeing the woman's face in the glare from the skylight. Atomic Girl winced speechlessly, her pretty face twisted in pain. "You've been following me?"
"Ye..ah..oooohhh....bastard!"
Eric released Atomic Girl and let her stand upright. Pulling a small sap from his pocket, Eric calculated the force needed and brought the sap down behind Atomic Girl's ear.
Cartoon stars and planets exploded and spun around her head. Atomic Girl swayed listlessly, glassy eyes sagging shut.
"Eric..Er...ohhh..."
The stars were most vivid and shiny when darkness crept over her.

Atomic Girl woke laying on a gurney in an ambulance. The male EMT who was shining a small light in her eyes said they responded to an anonymous report of an injured female on a roof top.
"There was no one there," he said. "But we found this note pressed into your cleavage!"
Atomic Girl grabbed the paper from the EMT's hand and unfolded it.
"So you're my guardian angel, Atomic Girl. I'm flattered. You know where to find me for round two!"

Atomic Girl was a week recovering from Eric's knockout blow. She contacted him a few days after she was released from the hospital, asking to met her at a nearby gym after closing hours.
The female crime fighter stood in a corner of the boxing ring at the far end of the gym, illuminated by the florescent lamp suspended from the ceiling. Eric liked Atomic Girl's body bathed in white light. "Just a week and a few days and you're back on your feet!" he called out to his opponent as he approached the ring.
"You bet!" responded Atomic Girl.
"I got your message asking me to meet you here," Eric stated, climbing into the ring, carrying with him a large gym bag. "What's on your mind, Atomic Girl?"
"It's Rita, please. You're on my mind, Eric!"
Atomic Girl rocked back and forth on her feet, her gloved arms swaying, as she watched Eric take his own boxing gloves from the bag. "In what way?" he asked.
"I've fallen in love with you, Eric, so we have issues to settle."
"Which ones?" Eric was glad he showed up.
"I can't involve myself with a criminal, so you have to give up crime."
Eric face contorted, first in astonishment and then distaste. "I make a great living at this!" Eric was already fitting on his boxing gloves.
"I figured you'd say that, so we'll work it out by fighting."
Eric laughed as quietly as he could. "Give up crime, are you insane?"
"No!" Atomic Girl regally insisted. "If I win, you leave crime for me!"
"For you!?"
"Yes...me!" Atomic Girl's feelings were baffled and hurt.
"And if I win?"
"Then it's over."
Eric found that he didn't want that. "Fine," he said. "We fight to a knockout. The one unable to answer a ten count loses."
"Agreed."
The pair came together at the ring's center and touched gloves. The first punches between them were slow and calculated. Both fighters easily deflected the blows; Atomic Girl smiling wider as Eric's face became more intent.
"Why me, Rita?" Eric asked as he increased the force and rapidity of his punches.
"How should I know?" was Atomic Girl's honest response. "I just..."

WHAM!!!!

Eric's fist slammed directly into Atomic Girl's face and she stumbled, eyes glaring in confusion. Eric quickly stunned her with a right to the chin.
Atomic Girl felt herself fall toward the turnbuckle. Seconds later, Eric hammered her midsection with a pounding left as Atomic Girl dreamily wondered why her lover was about to hit her again.
Doubled over in misery from the gut shot, Atomic Girl was defenseless. She heard Eric laugh louder and merrier this time and an upper cut straightened her out completely. Atomic Girl's vision went black and she dropped against the turnbuckle.Coming to rest in a sitting position, Atomic Girl gave two muted groans as her head lolled back and forth. Then she was unconscious.
Eric skipped the 10 count; he had calibrated the final punch to put Atomic Girl to sleep.
"Good night, Rita!" Eric declared, removing his gloves. He felt a delighted surprise at addressing Atomic Girl by her first name.
Removing a thorn less red rose from his duffel bag, Eric pressed it gently into the exposed portion of Atomic Girl's breasts. After removing her boxing gloves, he kissed the knocked out super heroine and gently caressed her smooth cheeks and chin.

Atomic Girl woke 30 minutes later. Eric had vanished and her face ached.
The rose's fragrance filled her nostrils, clearing her head. Pressing the flower to her nose, Atomic Girl decided it was not over!