Katsumi

Katsumi knocked men out. Putting males in a sleeper hold after sex came naturally to the young lady. Experience told her which sex partner wanted to be rendered unconscious. Katsumi could read in their eyes and by the way they looked at her breasts the desire to succumb to female power. The feel of a male sagging against her chest as he eased into sleep gave Katsumi a powerful orgasm. When her victims awoke from a blissful nap, they were sapped with dizzy pleasure and often needed help dressing. A few men wanted more sex and Katsumi would spend the morning with them. She would take these men as full time lovers, especially if they made her laugh.
Katsumi appreciated these bed partners, who were always affectionate and horny, but she never fell for them. In 25 years, Katsumi never tasted true love.

Katsumi's cousin, Tammy Hu, was a professional crime fighter known publicly as Jade Dragon. Tammy was one third of The Avenging Trio. Occasionally, Katsumi helped her cousin apprehend criminals. Super villains who were otherwise ruthless and cruel had a weakness for Katsumi, with her silky black hair, long smooth legs and lovely chest. Katsumi easily lured bad guys into intimate vulnerability and then knocked them out.

Tammy asked her cousin to capture Roger Crichton. She knew Katsumi was perfect for the job. Crichton, an arms and technology supplier to many criminal organizations, was a womanizer, with an inclination to Asian females. The information a captured Crichton could provide would bring down many of the bad guys The Avenging Trio sought to defeat.
Tammy arranged for Katsumi to attend the same fund raiser ball as Crichton would. In his presence, Katsumi's head spun. Crichton's personality consumed everyone around him and Katsumi plunged into love at first sight.
Crichton took an immediate interest in Katsumi and sat next to her at dinner. An hour later, they were in Crichton's penthouse apartment fucking passionately. For the first time, a man had conquered Katsumi. Exhausted, Katsumi was barely able to put her new lover out with a sleeper. When The Avenging Trio arrived to arrest Crichton, Katsumi was dreamily caressing his face and fondling his penis.

Katsumi spent the next day, as Crichton's interrogation began, in a fevered daze. The sensations of longing and fear had never afflicted the girl, so she controlled them poorly. After the third call to find out how Crichton was, Tammy told her cousin to stop phoning. Katsumi had always been an intense child, Tammy recalled. When this case is over, she vowed, I'm finding Katsumi a husband.
By the fourth day, Crichton's interrogation yielded enough information to begin arrests. For safe keeping, Crichton was moved to Katsumi's apartment. In a few days, he would be moved to protective custody in an unnamed location. Katsumi could not lose her love now.
After another night together, Crichton admitted he was attached to Katsumi. Together they plotted an escape.
Crichton made a CD recording of all the information he could provide the police. Then Katsumi sat on the edge of her couch. Crichton knelt beside and kissed her on the throat passionately.
"I love you, Katsumi," he whispered. "I really do!" He pressed his lips behind Katsumi's right ear and a moment later landed the sap on exactly the same spot.

Lighting cracked in her skull. Katsumi was a young girl again. Summer was everywhere and her father had just put her on ride at the carnival that lifted and swung her in the air. Sun and wind blew all over and Katsumi smiled joyously at her parents below.
Katsumi landed face first in the big pillow Crichton had placed there, eyes shut, mouth slack.
Tammy and the other two Avengers were standing over Katsumi. Through the milky haze, Tammy was holding up three fingers. Katsumi took her time saying "three." Blackness intruded a second time.
Katsumi lay in the hospital for a week recovering from her concussion. The doctor said the injury was mild, but he didn't want to take any chances. Katsumi explained she had turned her back on Crichton for just a second and he struck. Tammy was baffled and angry. Crichton had left an immense amount of information on the CD, but he was gone. All his bank accounts were liquidated. Witnesses had seen him vanish onto a private jet.
Two days after Katsumi returned from the hospital, Tammy returned from a press conference announcing the smashing of another criminal network and found Katsumi and all her personal belongings gone from her apartment. A note, in Katsumi's hand writing left on the kitchen table read: "Because I love him."

Tammy suddenly undestood.
After destroying the note, Tammy smiled as she left the apartment, happy for Katsumi.

Miki Part Two

Abby was stretched out on the gurney completely unconscious. Still wearing her black tank-top and tight shorts, she slept peacefully, her eyes shut and her head turned toward Miki and Ron who stood over her.
“What happened?” Miki asked urgently. The gym doctor, standing next to Ron, was trying to revive the slumbering captain of the women’s boxing team with limited success. Abby let out an irregular soft moan.
“Who did this?” Ron asked, admiring the beaten girl boxer’s body prone before him.
“That asshole in the ring!” The doctor pointed at an extremely fit, middle aged man with graying hair. Two attractive blondes were attending him, one toweling the sweat off his chest and back and the other untying his boxing gloves.
“Who is that?” Miki asked, suddenly fascinated.
“Mike Crane, a multi millionaire alumnus of Mitchell University, interested in the boxing teams,” the doctor explained. A long sigh sprouted from Abby’s lips. Her head began to move slowly. “He knocked out Abby a few minutes ago in a match.”
Crane whispered in the ear of the blonde who removed his gloves and pointed to the back office. He then left the ring as the blonde approached Miki and Ron.
“Miki Huang?” the blonde asked.
“Yes.”
“Mr. Crane would like to see you in the team captain’s office.” The blonde’s eyes dismissively took in the semi-conscious Abby. “As your captain is incapacitated.”
Miki looked down at Abby and then at Ron. “I’ll see what this jerk wants!”

Crane had already changed into street clothes when Miki walked in.
“Miss Huang, I’m Michael Crane,” he began, clasping Miki’s hand firmly.
“I heard.” Miki answered.
“I graduated from Mitchell awhile ago and I endow sports teams here at my alma matter. I want to help out the boxing program its always been the sport I excel at.”
Miki nodded, looking over the older man, entranced by his muscular build and penetrating eyes. “You knocked out Abby.”
“I was interviewing her about an endowment for the women’s boxing team from my foundation. I challenged her to a match.” Crane threw two punches in the air by Miki’s face. Her eyes followed the fists slavishly. “Wham! Pow! She was out like a light!”
Excitement hiccupped in Miki.
“Does Abby have a lot of boyfriends?”
Miki was startled by the question.
“Why?”
“You know, too much sex softens a fighter,” said Crane. “That guy I saw you with outside? Is he your steady?”
“No.” Miki lied flatly.
Crane was now inches from the girl, peering wolfishly at her. “You have a lot of boyfriends, don’t you Miki?”
“No…just…”
“Do you have a glass jaw like Abby does?” Crane interrupted. “I think you do.”
“I…”
“I could probably put you to sleep early in the second round, don’t you think, Miki?”
“Yeah…”
“We’d be going pretty good, throwing lots of leather and then you’d never know what hit you! Pow! I put one on your kisser!”
“Do..n’t…” Miki mumbled passively as Crane took her in his arms and kissed her. “No..dough..n’t…”
WAP!!
Crane’s left popped Miki’s chin sharply to the right. Her body followed and her feet slipped on the floor. Miki sank into Crane’s arms. It was pleasing to be in his embrace and Mike eased into sleep.


Light seeped through Miki’s opening eyes and filled her head. Lifting her heavy arms, Miki discovered she was wearing a pair of light blue boxing gloves and black and white athletic outfit.
“How did I…ohhh!”
A flash of pain throbbed in Miki’s face as she realized she was seated in the corner of a boxing ring.
“Miss Miki is awake. You do have a glass jaw.”
Miki glared up and saw Crane standing in front of her in boxing gear. “How did I get here!?” Miki yelled, even as her eyes fixed on his bare chest and arms.
“I knocked you cold and brought you here to my personal gym. I thought you’d like to box.”
“How did I get in these…?”
“I changed you into them while you were in dreamland,” Crane explained off handedly. “You didn’t object!”
Rage lifted Miki out of her chair. "Does anyone know I'm here?"
"Sure Miki, while I was carrying you out the front door over my shoulder, I stopped to tell Ron I was borrowing you for the day."
Miki swung at Crane, who pushed the fist away. With a deft shove, he landed Miki ass-first in the chair.
"I see you're ready," Crane said, walking back to his corner. "I'll set the automatic timer."

Miki stalked after Crane. Their moves were a dance, with Crane leading by constantly retreating and Miki pursuing. The college girl used her shorter stature against Crane, landing her punches beneath his raised fists, hiting his midesection and a few times, his head. Crane would flinch or "ooofff" at the hardest impacts, giving Miki the satisfaction of inflicting pain.
"You're better at this than Abby," Crane teasec Miki. "i had her down for the count by now."
"You'll know what that's like in minute!" Miki replied.
"Oh really, Miki? Is that a promise or a threat?"
"A promise!"
Mikie swung at Crane's temple. Crane pushed aaway the incoming fist and pummeleld Miki's gut. Air geysered from Miki's lungs as she jerked backwards from the force of the punch.
Grinning with satisfaction, Crane in one seamless motion, pinned Miki's right foot with his own and tagged Miki on her chin with a right upper cut. The punch stung the boxer girl and she tried to pull back, but Crane held her in place. Two more blow rained down on Miki before her brain told her why she couldn't escape. She vigoursly pulled her foot back, but it barely budged under the pressure of Crane's foot. Crane had a rush of familiar joyous pleasure when he slugged Miki's chin a second time, setting her foor free as he connected.
Vision spinning and a whistling in her ears, Miki spilled away from her opponent. When Miki halted near the ropes, Crane delivered a painful left to Miki's head that instantly put the girl in a ko daze.
Reality moved for Miki like a movie in slow motion. She barely raised her arms in time for Crane to grab them and spin the girl 180 degrees to the center of the ring.
Miki giggled happily until Crane's right hook hit her jaw. Darkness closed around the girl and she felt relaxation sweep over her body. Miki sagged toward the canvas.
Crane slipped his left glove under Miki's chin, proping up the semi-conscious boxer.
"You are done, Miki," Crane told her, checking the young girl's glassy eyes. "Now hold still, I'm going to knock you....out!"
Miki speculated on why anyone so strong and handsome would hit her again. She was just about unconscious and she badly wanted to make love to Crane.
BAM!!
The exhileration of flight raced through Miki as her feet lifted off the canvas. As she reached the stratosphere of velvety darkness, a billion multi colored stars sparkled. A harsh orgasm wracked her body and Miki landed on the canvas with a bone rattling "THUD!"
"Ron..." she whispered quietly and Miki was out cold.

"Like a Virgin" played in Miki's slumbering brain as she dreamt she was floating in clouds of pleasure and contentment. Crane and other men made love to her, but Ron appeared at the end and took her, making her feel shinny and new.

Crane counted Miki out as he removed his gloves and pulled on a T-shirt.
"You're out honey," Crane said to Miki. "And you're mine!"
With a digital camera, Crane memoralized Miki's defeat. As he carefully lifted Miki and laid her across his shoulder, the girl murmured "Ron...?" dreamily.
"No, honey pot, someone even better."
Crane carried the limp girl out of the ring and to his fire red Lamborghini Diablo parked outside the gym. He eased Miki into the passanger seat.

When Miki came to, she was laying on a large, comfortable bed, located in the center of a spacious, sun lit room.
"Nap time over, sleeping beauty?" Crane had stepped into the room from the terrace that opened out to a green moutain range.
"Where am I?" Miki groaned.
"This is one of the guest rooms of my summer home,' Crane explained, sitting next to Miki on the bed. "Did you enjoy our match up?"
Miki hesitated, embarased by the truth. "Yes...I did."
Responding to the signal, Crane leaned in and kissed Miki.
"Yes," she repeated, rapidly becoming excited at Crane's touch. "Yes, I did!"

Miki - Part One

Ron vaguely assumed challenging Miki to a boxing match would lead to sex.
Miki was a small girl, with a pretty, round face that boys called "interesting." Ron was one of them. It was Miki's thin, but strong body that transfixed Ron when he went to watch the newly formed women's boxing team train. Miki was sparing with Abby, the women's team captain, when Ron saw her. Clad in tight red shorts and a lose white T-shirt, Miki threw aggressive punches at Abby, the only team member able to compete with Miki.
Mitchell University, which both Miki and Ron attended, had had a successful men's boxing team for a decade. Composed mostly of juniors and seniors, a number of the program's participants had gone on to the Olympics. The males dismissed the infant women's team as either an insult to the sport or a joke. The men also got by on a shoe string budget, made stringier by the appearance of their female counterparts. Ron was secretly pleased with the formation of the women's team, he was sexually attracted to female boxers.
A unique, intense excitement erupted in Miki when she envisioned Ron facing her bare chested in the ring. Miki accepted his proposal after some formalized hesitation.

The fighters met after midnight at the Oring Gymnasium, an annex to the University Sports center. Ron thought privacy was essential. Knowing what he was thinking, Miki agreed.
"I don't know, Miki," Ron said when they touched gloves in the middle of the ring. "I think I'll put you out very soon. You're a small girl!"
Miki began throwing punches around Ron's torso and head. "And you're a little boy! Should I give you one black eye or two before I knock you out?!"
Ron glanced at Miki's bare thighs swaying invitingly as the girl weaved in front of him. "I'm going to sing you a lullaby, Miki. You won't see round two."
"You've got a cute ass, Ron," Miki called out to her opponent as he walked back to his corner. "It'll look even better stuck up in the air after I knock you out cold."
When the automatic buzzer screamed, Mikiw as the first out, swinging at Ron. He slipped by the flying leather, playfully mocking Miki's boxing skills.
"A skinny girl like you, Miki, is useless in the ring," Ron sneered. "You should get a man and stay on your back for him!"
Anger and arousal sent Miki's fists at Ron's head. Absorbing the combination, Ron jabbed Miki's gut, making her wince. Ron's left followed instantly, bashing the girl's lower jaw.
Miki wobbled sideways, only to be slammed by Ron's roundhouse left. The ring scattered in Miki's confused brain. Miki was struggling to refocus when two more blows shoved her into the ropes.
Darkness closed around her eyes. Miki forced her vision to clear and landed three rapid punches to Ron's chest and temple. The young man sank backward and then launched his own barrage.
Miki collapsed on her knees on her knees, her eyes open wide, fighting to stay awake. Moving her legs one at a time, Miki stood before Ron could begin the ten count.
"That's all you have, boy!?" demanded Miki, raising her fists to her face. An excited dizziness flooded her body.
Ron stepped in front of Miki, pulling close to her face. His right fist accelerated from below his hip, aimed at Miki's chin. Miki watched the gloved fist approach with expressionless desire.
WACK!!
Miki wondered at the atill silence surrounding Ron and the entire gym. Her legs melted under her and Miki fell against Ron's chest. Sliding down a few inches, Miki went limp in Ron's arms.
"Hey, where you going Miki?" asked Ron, pulling the devastated girl boxer to her feet. "Don't go, I haven't knocked you out yet!"
Ron admired Miki's beauty as her lolled side to side. "Okay short stuff! You need to say 'night-night'!"
"Wha...?" Miki murmured.
The right hook smacked loudly on Miki's face. As she stumbled back, Miki eyes shut and an electric warmth engulfed her body. The orgasmic heat flushed Miki's face and she tipped into a warm pool of darkness.
Removing his gloves, Ron administered a slow 10 count. He thumbed her eyelids and saw only whites. At "Ten!" Ron declared his opponent out and undid her red boxing gloves. As he losened the string on Miki's green and black shorts, Ron's hand brushed the front of the shorts. It was moist and not from perspiration.
"Miki, you're my kind of girl!" Ron declared, kissing the unconscious girl's lips.
Ron sat Miki upright in his arms and slapped her face firmly twice. Miki regained consciousness, peering up at Ron in confusion.
"Uuuuuh! Uuuuuuuuuhh!!"
Miki shuddered in Ron's embrace, her eyes rolling up and hot gasps of air passing from her open mouth. Miki then exhaled loudly. Feeling deeply spent, she relaxed and smiled listlessly at Ron.
"Ready to stand up?" Ron asked, carefully moving Miki to her feet. The girl boxer took two exhausted steps and slumped against Ron. Clasping her hands to the back of his head, Miki consumed Ron in a blissful kiss.

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.”