Lynn and Will

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

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

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

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

Lady Gwen - The Conclusion

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

Christina Part One

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

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

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

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

Lady Gwen Part One

Four years into her solo career in crime and Gwen wanted a costume.
"It's the next step, Ethan, honey!" she explained to her partner in crime and love.
Ethan was skeptical. The country was full of super heroines and villainesses clad in skin tight body suits. Gwen wasn't going to stand out. Ethan secretly feared that Gwen would next insist that he wear a matching out fit.
"Just look at the suit I picked out," Gwen implored her boyfriend. "It will change me completely, I'll be different!"
Nodding his head in hopes of ending the discussion, Ethan agreed.
Gwen was transformed when she walked back in the room. Ethan sat staring with unblinking eyes.
"I'm calling myself 'Lady Gwen' from now on!"
Ethan had never seen how perfectly round and tight his lover's ass was before. Her breasts bulged perfectly beneath strong shoulders. Ethan slowly got to his feet and the pair looked at each other before Ethan embraced Gwen in a long forceful kiss.
Then clasping her hands, Ethan pulled her into the bedroom, where they shared another kiss.
"Wait! Wait! Ethan...one thing before we go...
"Yeah!?" Ethan was almost panting.
"I want to pretend..."
"Fine! Pretend what?!"
"I feel like someone else in this costume, like can be a bad girl or a super criminal."
"Okay, fine!" Ethan fired back.
"I want to be in a boxing match with a super hero crime fighter like Power Man or Captain Freedom! I defy him arrogantly, but he takes me on and he takes me! You know?"
"I do...sure!"
Gwen pulled two pairs of boxing gloves from under their bed and the pair quickly fitted them on.
"You might have me trapped in this boxing ring, Power Man, but you won't take me in!"
Ethan gave Gwen his best bedroom eyes. "I think I will, Lady Gwen! You have been a bad girl!"
"No way, Power Man! Even though you are big and strong and could ko me with one punch!"
Ethan recognized the cue. "Yes there is!"
He stepped directly in front of Gwen. Their lips met passionately and his right fist sliced between her raised arms, tagging her chin.
Gwen's eyes went glassy as she stumbled a few steps. Then her eyes closed gently. "Perfect..." she purred at Ethan. Sighing deep from within, she fell back on the bed, bouncing twice, arms at her sides.
Ethan's head and chest pounded. Pulling a digital camera from the desk drawer, he feverishly took pictures of the defeated Lady Gwen.

Ethan was half asleep, face resting on Gwen's naked belly. Gwen, savoring post coital bliss, tenderly nudged Ethan head.
"Hey, honey rod!"
"Wha...?" Ethan drowsed.
"I want to steal something!"
"You what?"
The balance of physical satisfaction and mental contentment was perfect in Ethan. He didn't want to move.
"I've got some money in my wallet, steal that okay Gwen?"
"No, stupid! I do that already!" Gwen laughed like a giddy school girl. "Let's break into some body's house and steal their valuables!"
"I can't think of any off hand..."
"I know where!" Gwen leaped off the bed, dropping Ethan's head on the mattress. "Let's go, come on!"
Ethan groaned pitifully and slid off the bed. 

After some searching, the couple found the unguarded summer home of the wealthy Reyard family.Ethan disarmed the security system. Gwen went to work on cracking the wall safe in the Reyard family library.
This was their first heist with Gwen in her new outfit. Ethan's complete attention was on the way she filled out the red and white costume. He wanted to clean out the safe and get home as quickly as possible.
"Gwen, are you almost done?"
"When we're on a job you have to call me 'Lady Gwen' from now on!"
"Fine...Lady Gwen. I want to get6 you back home."
Gwen smiled inwardly at the new passion fired in her lover by the costume. "I know, hold on!"
"I'll try!"
Ethan suddenly felt the room tilt. His body went numb and he smiled for no reason he couldd think of. He inhaled a strong sweet smell that drifted over his shoulder and he toppled forward and downward.
His face smacked against Gwen's buttocks, inspiring him to want to make love to Gwen and then kiss her naked ass. Then the lights were out in his head. Ethan had just been gassed asleep.

Chris Meets Denise Again

While the pain of the knock out was gone the next day, I couldn't stop thinking about being in the ring with Denise.Getting koed by a female is different. There is a potent sexual factor to her triumph. I was supine and unconscious at Denise's feet and remembering it got me excited. Denise had done all her nature required. Now it was my turn.

Denise was topless for our wrestling match, threatening to use her breasts to smoother me out.
"I've done it plenty of times before," she added. We were circling each like two felines preparing to mate, a comparison I enjoyed. Our hands grabbed each other's bodies.
"They could give a guy a concussion!" I said, lurching suddenly, gripping Denise's right arm. Not expecting a direct lunge, she was easily flipped over my shoulder, sprawling her long slim body on the canvas.
"You asshole!!" The feeling of insult was genuine in Denise's voice..and easily ignored. I pulled her to her feet and flung her into the ropes. I extended my arm vertically. Denise stumbled into it and I jerked my elbow upward, smacking her jaw.
For a few highly comic moments, Denise swayed in a circle, grinning, her arms grabbing the air.
"Hey!....Chris?...Big!" she garbled before the glassiness faded from her eyes. Suddenly leaping back into the ropes, Denise collided with me. We both crashed to the canvas, the tall blond grasping my wrists and deftly pinning my ankles with her feet.
"I knocked you out once, I'll do it again, Chris!"
Denise pressed a kiss on my lips and slugged my jaw.
I didn't go to sleep, but I felt just like it. When my vision went from black to clear, I was standing again, with Denise laughing at me. Then she did an exaggerated imitation of how I must have looked staggering to my feet in a semiconscious daze.
"Denise?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
WHAP!
Eyes rolled up and jaw limp, Denise was out on her feet. But we weren't finished yet.
I could have just socked her again, Denise was completely exposed, floating on Cloud Nine. Instead I got the small bucket of cold water from my corner and splashed its contents in Denise's face. Gasping in shock, Denise blinked wildly. "Hey, where am...?!"
I stepped behind her and applied the sleeper hold.
Denise gagged and grunted "Hey! Hey!" a few times as her hands pulled at my arms clinched around her throat.
"What the hell are you doing?!" a muted voice asked me.
"Putting you to sleep!" I whispered in Denise's ear. "Sweet dreams!"
Fist struck my arms a few moments longer, but I could hear Denise's breathing become shallow. Her knees went rubbery. I eased Denise into a sitting position and slightly tightened the hold. Her body jerked and went limp against me.
"I'm...I..." mumbled Denise in a diminishing voice.
"Going unconscious? Is that what you're saying?" Denise's arms dropped next to my legs. I leaned forward and saw her eyes were just slits. She probably wasn't seeing anything in any case!
Denise sighed and went to sleep in my arms.
I slipped her gently onto the canvas. The buxom blond was pretty attractive prone on her back, tits up and lights out!
After giving her a ten count, I kissed her lips and affectionately fondled her breasts. A tenderness for for Denise came over me. I waited a few minutes for her to wake up.
 When I tried to help her to her feet, Denise shoved me away, cursing me abruptly. She collected her senses in her corner, glared at me angrily and left the ring.

Chris Meets Denise

One at a time, Denise took on each man at the Amazonia Boxing Club. That didn't take long. The membership ratio was 80 percent female to 20 percent male. She slept with a few of her victims, either before or after their fights, Denise had to box irate wives and girlfriends. She laid them out, also.
At the time, I didn't have to worry about that. It would still be a few months before I met Christina and even longer before we established our current domestic arrangement. I just waited my turn to duke it out with the tall blond drink of water and then did my best to get laid.
Denis was a fake blond, but the pile of bleach-white hair went perfectly with her long legs and enhanced tits and I dismissed the Barbie doll jokes made by guys who had not fucked or fought her yet.
"It's your turn, Chris!" Denise informed me one afternoon in the Amazonia parking lot. "I want to fuck you up this Friday!"
She flashed her toothy smile, displaying what a large mouth she had. I nearly suggested Denise try kneeling down, but ditched the idea. A woman as dedicated as Denise was to subjugating every man she encountered should not be toyed with.
"Whenever you're ready, girl!" I answered.
"Great!" Then Denise paused, appearing to come to a conclusion. "Let's do this differently."
"How?" I asked.
"Let's box and then wrestle, both to a knock out!"
I agreed, I wanted the close contact of both forms of combat with Denise, especially wrestling that I hoped would lead to other things. And Denise wanted both our bouts to be private.

Every guy who battles a woman in the ring thinks he will win, either by a knock down or a knock out. That belief is a mistake. When Denise climbed through the ropes, flashing that smile, dressed in nothing but her boxing gloves and white panties, I felt destined to knock her out.
We went over the rules and touched gloves. Denise slugged me hard on the chin.
I landed on my ass, dazed momentarily. I glanced up to see Denise laughing at me. Her tits were round, I thought, and smooth, just the way I like them And she knew it.
"You okay, Chris?"
"Fine."
We circled each other, flicking punches with increasing force. Twice I planted Denise on the canvas in two rounds. She felt so easy to put down, once you get a punch on her. Both times she was on her feet before I could count her past "six," her laugh telling me:"You want to fuck me so bad, don't you!?"
The knock out came with no warning in the fourth round. Denise hammered the side of my head with a right, sending me down and into her rising left. I was stopped for a second to see the stars the second punch generated and then continued to fall. I came to rest on a turnbuckle. A right cross smacked me hard. Darkness bled into my eyes and Denise was kneeling in front of me.
"Anything, Chris?" she asked me. I didn't understand the question. Gently, her tits slapped back and forth on my face. I wanted to kiss them, but I could not move.
"Okay, Chris..."
"Wha....?"
BAM!
I woke five minutes later in the middle of the ring. Tilting my head up slowly, I saw Denise pulling my trunks off my legs and throwing them over her shoulder. Playing with my erection, she lay beside me, encouraging my return from dreamland. When I was sufficiently conscious, Denise gave me a long kiss. Pulling her panties down, she climbed on top of me with determined grace. We fucked for two hours on the canvas. Denise loved being on top.
When she was completely sated, Denise put her panties back on and retrieved her boxing gloves. "Next week we wrestle. Rest up, Chris!"
I watched her cute ass as Denise carelessly strutted to her corner and exited the boxing ring. 

Friday Night Knockout

Lena did boxing matches with men who wanted to fight women. Stan knew Lena and what she did for awhile before setting up an appointment. Many clients were like that. They saw Lena as such a strong erotic possibility they hesitated to make it actual. But she had faith that Stan would eventually have a session with her.
They met at a small, three room office Lena rented in a strip mall outside of town. Stan brought cash, his boxing gloves and trunks, all as Lena ordered him.
"I know what to wear for you," she said, looking Stan over. They stood in the largest of the three rooms, floor covered wall to wall with thick, blue wrestling mats. A first aid kit hung on the wall.
Lena felt safe with Stan. She liked him at their first meeting and took only basic precautions with him while they talked before the match. Some men who boxed women were aggressive, but most were timid and often needed a nudge to start the session. From the adorning way he looked at her chest and thighs, Lena knew Stan was category two.
From the dressing room, Lena emerged naked except for the black boxing gloves. Stan was paralyzed, except for his growing smile.
"Now don't get all excited, Stan!" Lena warned as swayed in his direction, keeping her gloves over her pussy. "Even though that's impossible right now."
Stan was overwhelmed as he began kissing first Lena's ample breasts and then her thick red lips. "Feel them good, Stan!" purred Lena in his ear. "I want you to have something to dream about!"
Stan barely grunted a response.
WHAP!
Lena's right hooked on Stan's chin, popping his head to the ceiling. The room washed away around him, like water down a drain. Stan's impact scattered some of the mats.
Lena counted ten over the unconscious man, giving him a long kiss after declaring him "Out!"
which he clearly was. Giggly with girlish excitement, Lena carried Stan over her shoulder to the dressing room. Laying him on the double bed, she stripped off his cloths and left him to sleep off the knockout.
Stan and Lena fucked for three hours after he came around.

"Why don't you come to my place this Friday night?" Lena asked as the couple rested in each other's arms. Stan had a bruise on his chin. "A few of my girl friends are coming over to watch me clobber a male opponent . I'd like it to be you, Stan?"
"How many friends?"
"Five or six or ten. They're nice girls, friendly like me. And like me, they want to see you get knocked out cold!"
"Has anyone ever koed you?"
"Twice.  They fought fair, so I accepted it." Lena searched her lover's eyes. "It's just that I don't fight fair."
"Sounds great! what do you mean by not fighting fair?"
"I get you aroused and worked up and then lay you out."
"Yeah?!" Stan leaned forward to kiss Lena.
"Yeah."
BAP!
The bare knuckle right to Stan's extended jaw created an instant knockout. Stan woke on his own bed. The message on his cell phone was from Lena, leaving her address and the time of the Friday fight.

The audience of five women, all looking the same age as Lena, were waiting when Stan walked out from behind the curtain hung on the left side of Lena's basement. As he walked into the ring, the women whistled and hooted. Stan waved back, slightly self conscious, but pleased with the reception. A tall blond named Andrea strutted to the ropes.
"We paid good money for this, lover boy! You better get knocked out!"
"What if I knock Lena out instead?"
"Better not!" the blond insisted.
"I think I will!" Stan liked flirting with this amazon.
"Then you'll deal with me!"
"And I'll pop you into dreamland next!"
"I doubt that, Stan!"
Stan turned around to see the source of the last remark, which was Lena. She appeared in her corner, topless and wearing tight, skimpy shorts and the same boxing gloves from her first date with Stan. "You ready for a show, ladies?!"
The women screamed and cheered their answer.  "You ready, Stan?"
Lena asked her question with soft intimacy, pressing her tits against his bare chest. They kissed and only half seriously, Lena pushed him away.
The fighters stood in their corners until Andrea rang the bell for round one.
As they circled each other, Stan tried to stay clear of Lena, having experienced the effectiveness of her punches. But he had to get close and exchange blows, the desire to box a woman, never satisfied, flared again.
Stan hammered three blows, smacking both sides of Lena's face and pummeled her right breast.
A shocked smile curved Lena's lips. "Sam! I didn't think you would..."
BAM!
The upper cut lifted Sam in the air and landed him on the canvas. He was more surprised than injured. That bitch is quick! he told himself as he regained his footing.
"You can really punch, boy!" Lena said. "But you can't fight! I'm knocking you out!"
Another cheer from the spectators went up as the fighters opened up on each other. The "SMACK" of leather hitting bare skin increased until a lucky right from Stan tagged Lena's jaw.
The big chested beauty's head spun in bewilderment and there were stars in her eyes. Stan didn't give her a moment to collect her senses.
BAP! BAM! WAP!
A headshot, followed by a blow to the midsection and then a left hook on her jaw sent Lena to edge of consciousness. She passively watched Stan's right fist retract over his shoulder.
BAM!
Andrea pushed Stan to his corner and began a slow count over Lena. Lena was on her back, arms at her sides, her features relaxed and her lips in a pursed smile, all signalling a total knockout. Inside her skull, multi colored stars popped in the darkness, filling Lena with pleasure. Light flooded the blackness and Andrea was calling Lena's name.
"Did,,,Stan,,,knock,,,me,,out...."
"Out cold! The bell saved you at seven."
Lena stared at her lover across the ring, reorganizing her senses until the second round began. As she lurched at Stan, Lena told Andrea: "I'm going to fuck him so hard!"
Their next round was a close dance. Having put Lena to sleep with his fists, Stan wanted to go on hitting her. Lena simply wanted to knock him out for the count. Maybe longer. Her determination won out.
Stan's mental fever made him a sloppy boxer. many of his shots missed their target, leaving holes for Lena throw devastating head and body shots.
A hard left knocked Stan silly. Lena slugged his head now, having greatly weakened the body. His head rocking side to side with each impact, Stan felt his body giving way while the screams of the viewers got dim.
For a few more moments, the dance continued. They were coupled to each other like intimate lovers, Lena was the focused, aggressive yang, while Stan was a barely awake yin, passive and yielding.
The knockout punch hit the button of Stan's chin, shutting down her conscious brain. Stan wasn't down for a cat nap like Lena had been. Her finishing punch was the hardest shot of the entire bout. Stan was inert on the canvas, a woody plainly visible in his trunks.
After the ten count, Lena and Andrea dragged Stan to the corner and propped him against the turnbuckle. Starting with the victrix, each woman knelt beside Stan and had her picture taken giving him a kiss while she played with his boner. Lena mockingly pressed her gloved fist to Stan's chin while masturbated him with other hand.

Stan and Lena spent the weekend together. Lena fulfilled her promise to Andrea at the start of round two.