The Elegant Amazon

He watched Janie Ellison, dressed in a white summer dress, gym bag dangling over one shoulder, stride across the gym to the boxing ring.
Warren could not stop staring.
The dress, out of place in the gym, contrasted erotically with with Janie's dark brown skin. It was strapless, giving Warren, her scheduled opponent, a clear view of Janie's elegant throat and smooth, powerful shoulders. She was in bare feet.
Tossing the gym bag between the ropes, Janie hoisted herself into the ring, grinning at Warren. In one graceful movement, she retrieved her bag, went to the corner directly opposite Warren and removed her favorite pair of boxing gloves.
"Hi Warren!" she called to him softly, but clearly across the ring. "Help me with these!"
Warren went to Janie like iron fillings to a magnet - without a thought. Janie extended her hands, over which Warren pulled over the gloves.
"You're going to box dressed like that?" he asked while he tied up the strings.
"Of course not, cutie!"
Warren was smacked by another smile.
"I wouldn't wear this dress. Unzip the back,"
Warren saw himself clasping Janie in his arms, kissing her neck and shoulders, telling Janie how lovely she was. He pulled down the zipper down to her buttocks, wanting to see every bit of her exposed body. Oh God, please! Warren begged to himself.
Janie swerved to look Warren in the eyes. "Good job! Practice always pays off!"
She moved a few steps away and lightly shook her torso. The white dress fell to the canvas, circling her bare feet.  Janie stepped back to Warren and said, "See?!"
"The Elegant Amazon" was the nickname that had become attached to Janie at the Amazonia Boxing Club and Warren saw how perfectly it fit.
Her slender legs, at once muscular and feminine, pulled his eyes up her firm thighs and buttocks, which were clothed in tight boxing trunks. A flat midsection supported a pair of round breasts in a sports bra. Both her liquid brown eyes and purple-red lips smiled at Warren.
"Go put your gloves on!" the lips ordered gently. "I'm ready for the fight, are you?"
"Yeah!" Warren answered with a steadiness that impressed Janie.
She knew exactly how horny he was.
He pulled on his gloves, staring at the "V" formed by meeting of Janie's legs beneath the trunks. The automatic buzzer screeched the start of round one.
Janie and Warren came at each other instantly, fists up. Warren only glimpsed her right glove jerking forward and nothing.
He landed on the canvas loudly and on his back. Janie decided he was very handsome prone at her feet. Inside Warren's sleeping brain, a movie flickered on.
Janie was back in her white dress, resting her elbows on the top ropes of the ring, leaned back, watching Warren move toward her and effortlessly taking her in his arms, pulling her into a long kiss. Slowly, he moved his hands over Janie's legs, slipping a finger behind the waistband of her panties, that fluttered to the ground.

"Please, Warren!" she begged in his ear.

Warren woke abruptly, right where he had landed, but with Janie resting her head on his bare chest. "Hey handsome, miss me?"
"I...wha...?"
Janie fondled the growing erection stretching the front of his trunks.
As they drove to Warren's apartment, Janie wondered if she had a new boyfriend. By the next morning, she was certain.  

Tinga Again

You knew Tinga liked you if she gave you the KO early, so you could be dispatched with the least amount of damage. Deep in her soul, she loved beating up men, but an early finish meant she wanted sex with her opponent as soon as possible.
As a rule, she only boxed guys, except when a jealous girl friend or wife got upset when Tinga was after her man. I watched the two round bout between my friend Desiree and Tinga, who actually was after Desiree's husband.
Desiree was quickly converted into an all purpose heavy bag in round one and got knocked out in the next. Seeing the limp and unconscious Desiree carried from the ring by her husband and May, I wished Desiree hadn't married.
Tinga finished with me even sooner. I did walk into the ring with a serious stiffy for my challenger and maybe a little in love with her, too. Tinga was aggressively sexy without being traditionally pretty and she knew it.
Right from the bell, she gave me a leg show while she struck and retreated, punched and blocked. I kept wanting to feel up her thighs when I pressed her against the ropes, a warm up to getting her trunks down. Tinga stepped in with a right I never saw or felt. The lights just snapped off.
Emma the Ref told me later that I was stretched out comically on my feet. My eyes rolled up and my jaw dangled losely as I went sideways to the canvas, out cold.
The spectators (all women) broke out in laughter when I rolled over on my back, showing off the erection I was popping after my close quarters beating by the amazon. Kaylee and Jasmine, my seconds and sometime sex partners, giggled as they loaded me on a gurney and rolled me to the dressing room. Tinga followed, completely fascinated with my condition.
while Emma and Jasmine worked on bringing me back from dreamland, Kaylee waited outside the door, blocking Tinga from entering.
"I just want to see if he's okay," she said. "He might need my help."
"With what?" Kaylee demanded.
"You saw him! Rich has serious lenoso, like he's never showed you! I don't think you can take care of that."
Tinga assumed, mistakenly, that Kaylee had no Spanish vocabulary. "Get out!" Kaylee ordered, territorially.
"Hagame!"
Kaylee lead with her left, but Tinga was faster. A bare fist hammered Kaylee below the sternum. The sudden upper cut stood Kaylee straight up and knocked her out cold.
"Duerma bien, marrana!" spat Tinga when Kaylee hit the wooden floor.
Ten minutes later we found Kaylee sprawled by the door and Emma knew what happened.

I was turned on by fighting Tinga, but seeing what she'd done to Kaylee clinched it. A few days later, Tinga and I had coffee and fucked for the entire afternoon in her apartment.

 

The Amazonia Boxing Club 1953

Jake was dating Aja for more than a month when she asked if he ever fought a woman.
"You mean physically? With my fists?"
They were both laying in Jake's bedroom in his new apartment in New York City. It was the spring of 1953 and Jake had just moved to Manhattan after college. Aja was a first for Jake: his first girlfriend in the big city and the first African-American girl he dated.
"Yeah, exactly." Aja explained, snuggling next to her lover.
"No! Why?"
"Ever wanted to?"
When Jake hesitated, Aja knew the truth: Yes, secretly, he did.
"There's a social club forming in the Wall Street area for people interested in private matches between males and females. Most of the members will be women."
"Oh yeah?!" Jake asked. "What's it going to be called?"
Aja gave Jake an affectionate peck on the cheek. "We're calling it the 'Amazonia Boxing Club'."
"And you're part of it?"
"A founding member."
Aja had the kind of body Jake really loved, athletic and big breasted. Helping form such a club made sense. Aja and her friends could do what they liked in private, Jake decided. But Jake, so lank and skinny, was baffled by Aja's attraction to him. One thing he had learned in his brief 23 years, however, was not to ask what a female found appealing about him - it wouldn't be what you thought and the truth would be unsettling.
"Can I join?"
"Of course, you're my man! And in light of that, I have a favor to ask..."
"What?"
"We want to have a mixed match for the opening night and I was wondering if you'd like to...participate?"
"In a boxing match? With a woman?!"
Aja had him.
"Correct."
"Who would I be fighting?"
"That's my surprise, honey stick. I think you'll be very pleased."
"Do I know her?"
"No."
"Somebody famous?"
"You'll know her on sight, especially you..."
"Barbara Eden? Marilyn! Brigette Bardot!?"
"No!" Aja admonished him. "We're a small organization. But you'll be very pleased. Even after she knocks you the fuck out!"

Sixty people, almost all women, had assembled in the main gym of the newly opened Amazonia Boxing Club. They crowded around a boxing ring in the center of the room, nosily anticipating the start of the Club's first mixed match.
Jake sat straight in his corner, his shoulders being rubbed down by Aja and her older by one year sister, Amanda. The corner opposite him, reserved for his opponent, was empty.
The ring side bell clanged, heralding the entrance of Mercedes Assommeur, the Amazonia's Board of Trustees director, into the ring, illuminated by a white spot light. Waving to the membership, she took hold of a metal microphone that was lowered to her from the ceiling.
"Ladies and a few gentlemen, I am Mercedes, welcome to The Amazonia Boxing Club!"
A wild cheer came from the crowd, displaying joy at the Club finally being open and their respect and awe for the sexy blond who would be its leader.
"Tonight's main event will be 20 round, knockouts only, mixed fight! This match will not be over until one of the contests is knocked out!"
The spectators cheered a second time, even louder.
"On my right is our male fighter, Jake 'The Big Snake' Collins, the boyfriend of one of our esteemed trustees, Aja Torres!"
Jake stood, with his gloves raised, accepting the cheers that were meant for Aja.
"And his opponent...our special guest for Opening Night at the Amazonia...you've seen this rising model in Wink and Eyeful magazines...please welcome..Miss Bettie Page!!"
The spot light fell on a large black curtain on the far side of the gym. It drew apart suddenly and Bettie Page strode out. Giving the crowd her "girl-next-door" smile, Page  waved to assembled Club members, all of whom, including Jake, were adulate. Bettie wore a black trunks and T-shirt, both tailored to cling to the female form. Her black boxing gloves matched her hair color perfectly.
"Her!?...Really?..." Jake asked the empty air.
"Really." Aja declared. "You like?"
"Damn!" was Jake's response.
Climbing through the ropes to her corner, Bettie Page waved and blew Jake a kiss.
When they were working out the contract for the match, Aja made it clear to Bettie that it was expected that Jake would be taking a nap.
Mercedes waved the fighters to the center of the ring, where they touched gloves.
"Well, handsome, are you ready for me?"
Delivered in a honey-drenched, Tennessee accent, the question made Jake melt inside and make a tent in his trunks.
"Ah...yeah!..."
"I heard your punches are very..penetrating! Are you going to make me feel it?"
Oh God, Jake begged. Let me fuck her just once!
Unbearably horny, Jake was the first one out when the buzzer sounded. Bettie followed, her right pulled back like a sling shot.
BOOOFFFF!!!
 Jake was not certain if that sound was made by the lamb skin boxing glove smacking his face or made by himself seconds after. There wasn't much time to decide, Jake was spark out on the canvas.

As Amanda and Aja carried Jake from the canvas to the corner, Jake heard Aja call Bettie Page "white boy's kryptonite" and dreamed of sex with his opponent.
A blurry version of his seconds appeared in front of Jake, their lips moving soundlessly. Jake always wanted to fuck Amanda and had a day dream about a threesome with the sisters. The fantasy grew in erotic detail until a face full of water shocked him
"What! What is it?" Jake blurted. "What happened?"
"Bettie knocked you out!" said Amanda.
"I?...Did?"
"Yes, honey, you did."
Even Aja's direct response could not get Jake's wandering brain to focus. "But why? We were going to fuck right now....Bettie loves me!"
Aja glanced at her sister with a nod and another bucket of water hit Jake's face. This time he spurted and cursed. Aja knew he was back.

The took up immediately, with Bettie taunting Jake while she worked on wearing him down.
"I see I made you feel it!" she teased him.
In round three, Bettie fixed Jake on the ropes and started working him over, with surgical calm. The crowd demanded Bettie score a knockout victory.
A minute later, Jake began to sag. Bettie proped him onto the top rope.
"You probably would have fired your wad if you knocked me out!" she told him, but it was not likely Jake could hear her. "Too bad!"
A right hook hammered Jake's lower jaw.
Lost in blackness, Jake heard his body smash painfully on the canvas.
The raven haired amazon strutted around the ring as Jake was counted out.  Aja and Amanda carried a stretcher into the ring and loaded Jake on board.
While she reveled in making Jake unconscious with her fists, Bettie Page felt bad she'd hurt such a nice guy so she called him a week later for a date.

Helena Returns

Meeting women like Helena was the reason Rob joined The Amazonia Boxing Club. Boxing was great exercise, boxing with women was a fun way for Rob to get what he wanted: laid.
"One man woman" was not the label attached to Helena, which was fine by Rob. He was in lust with the skinny, but shapely blond. The response he got to asking Helena for a match outside the Amazonia was a startling, but appealing "Yes!" If she liked the guy, Helena would do a boxing match at her townhouse, generally in her spacious bedroom.
There was the formality of going of a few dates, a vetting process to make sure the victim was safe to be alone with, but Helena believed, that formality could be waved.
"Any wrestling?" Rob asked.
"If I let you have a rematch." she answered, coyly.
"There will be a rematch?"
"Of course!" Helene assured Rob, as she sized him up. "I never not knock out a guy in the ring, especially someone like you."
"I hope you'll be kind to me."
Helena went with a hunch and invited Rob do her place after two dates, instructing him to bring his fighting gear.
"Don't worry, I have a first aid kit." she told him.

Fists up at the first round, Helena put on her blank-pouty expression, which she knew drove men like Rob crazy. And a distracted opponent was a knocked out opponent.
Rob, of course, became aggressive, pursuing Helena around the ring for two rounds. She ducked or blocked nearly everything he threw. Helena only laughed when she was knocked down twice. The punches were harder the second time, but Helena taunted Rob about how horny he was clearly becoming.
"You need to be careful, boy!" Helena observed, glancing briefly at the front of his trunks with anticipation. "You could trip on the rod you're..."
BAP!!
The left hook slammed into Helena's chin. A galaxy of stars went super nova in the skinny blonde's brain. On Cloud Nine, Helena floated peacefully, enjoying the flashing pinwheels and the warm blackness that consumed her.
When she woke ten minutes later, Helena was not sure if the entire evening had been a dream. But seeing Rob tower over her and the sudden throbbing in her face proved the last hour had been very real.
"I..I..want..."
"Okay, Helena, relax."
Rob guided the clobbered girl to the edge of her bed, allowing her to sit down.
"I want...to..."
"What?" asked Rob.
"I want to...fuck you..."
"I'm sure you do, but you need to rest first. I clocked you good."
Helena's attention drifted, she was making a decision.
"That's why you're here...to fuck..."
Her soft blue eye rolled up and Helena flopped back fast asleep.

They started fucking a few hours after Helena fully recovered. Most of the time, she was continually horny for a man, but Rob's knockout punch unleashed a powerful spirit in Helena. She rode her opponent all night.
Since it was Saturday morning, Helena let Rob sleep in and she made scrambled eggs and toast.Training Rob had gone well for both of them, she decided. There was just one more phase to be completed before she could take total ownership.
Helena wanted to wrestle Rob after he ate a late breakfast. Rob agreed. He'd put her to sleep with one punch, a quick sleeper would be just as effective. Stupid skinny slut, Rob reminded himself.

After preliminary grabbing and locking up, Rob found he was being worked over by the stupid skinny slut. In rapid succession, Rob took a series of elbows to the jaw and gut shots, plus out right punches that Helena called "love taps."
 Helena completed trouncing Rob, now on his knees, with a knee to the chin, dazing the exhausted male. Rob's vision jolted into focus when Helena contracted her lean arms around his throat, keeping blood from his brain.
"You are my bitch, now!" she whispered seductively in Rob's ear as his arms flew in multiple directions to break the hold. Helena pulled Rob against her, wanting to feel his body against her own. Rob weakened and seemed to melt in her arms.
"You going under, Rob!?"
He replied with a vague grunt.
"Okay, then, close your eyes..."
Helena kissed her lover and began singing softly: "I'm gonna knock you out! Mama said knock you out..!"
Every time the purred the words "I'm gonna knock you out!" Helena flexed her bicep further into Rob's neck, pushing him toward dreamland. Her voice had the tenderness of a mother singing to a child and a seductress enticing her lover.
Reality for Rob became quiet and dim and he didn't struggle any further. His hands now rested on Helena's bare thighs.
Helena delivered the final arm squeeze, making her victim "uuufff" passively. Releasing the hold, Helena slipped from under Rob, who fell heavily on the bed.
She yanked down his shorts enough to jerk off Rob, until he came on himself. Helena felt the strong and very familiar pleasure of bringing off the man she had knocked out.
Tilting Rob's head to the side, Helena landed a chop below his ear. Rob shuddered slightly and was still. Helena knew the chop would prolong Rob's trip to Dreamland to an hour, plenty of time for him to rest up and for her to shower and eat lunch. She planned on fucking him all night, so she made him something to eat, too.

Aysia's Big Surprise

We were in the tie-breaker of our best of three knock-outs bout and I decided to make things interesting.
"Let's fight out this last match naked?" I suggested to Aysia.
"What!?"
I always thought Aysia was incredibly attractive- a tall, lithe, brown skinned girl in her late 20s. Her breasts were a little small, but Aysia's round, pretty face and serious, long legs more than made up for that.
"Why not? It will be a fun challenge, see if you can defeat me despite the...distraction."
Aysia gave me a pitying laugh. "Are we full of ourselves?" she asked, mockingly. But I could tell she was looking me over.
"We're both adults..." I began.
"Well, I am." Aysia broke in.
"...and I'll be a gentleman while you're unconscious."
"Me? I'll be KOed? After our last round?"
Aysia had a point. In our last encounter, an hour before, Aysia had pursued me into a corner, pounding away at me for few minutes, until a phantom punch put out my lights. I woke when Aysia waved smelling salts under my nose. She was sweet enough to make sure I was completely recovered before we started our final round.
"Remember who made you say "Good-night" in round one."
Laughing again, Aysia replied, "That was just luck!"
Once again, she had a good point.
I only scored my first win not from superior fighting skills, but from Aysia's carelessness. She threw a straight right, which I ducked under. Aysia's jaw was exposed a few seconds longer than it should have been and I landed a left hook-right upper cut combination, that put her slumbering on the canvas for three minutes.
"Come, let's try it! It will be a fun way to end this!"
Aysia still looked skeptical.
"If your claims are true, then you'll have the pleasure of knocking out a naked man."
Aysia abruptly changed her mind and agreed. We went to our lockers to undress.
Aysia was stunningly beautiful, wearing nothing but her boxing gloves. The training at the Amazonia Boxing Club had created a smooth, toned figure, especially the strong hips and calf muscles. Through the waves of lust that engulfed me, I saw she was stronger than I was. A good thing I brought my insurance policy.
In the empty mens locker room, I switched my gloves with an identical pair that were loaded with sand.
"You're a handsome man!" Aysia nodded with appreciation. "When you wake up, sweet heart, we should be better..."
"Friends?"
"Yes, indeed!"
Aysia gazed at the erection I had since I stepped back in the ring. Her expression was far from fearful.
"Aysia?" I asked.
"Wha?...yeah?"
The impact of my sudden, from the hip upper cut staggered Aysia. Glassy eyed and out on her feet, Aysia swayed like a reed in the breeze, sighed contentedly and dropped face down on the canvas.
I didn't bother with a count.
Flat on her stomach, arms at her sides, gloves turned palms up- Aysia was serene and lovely. I rolled her over on her back and slipped a folded towel under her head. I placed another, larger towel over her torso. I kissed her smiling lips and waited for to come around, which only took a few minutes.

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Tinga

He would never admit it to anyone, even his girlfriend, Jasmine. Not only was Louis dying to fuck Tinga from the moment he saw her, but he desperately wanted the black haired amazon to knock him out in a match.
When he was alone, Louis would jerk off to a mental movie of Tinga working him over against a turnbuckle in a boxing ring, until a final upper cut puts him unconscious at her feet. Louis loved Jasmine, but watching Tinga move during a fight, landing hard punches and jabs on her opponent, made him painfully horny.

Tinga had been fighting since she turned eleven, when her grandfather started her on boxing lessons. It was clear to her abuelo that his granddaughter would become a strong woman, physically and emotionally and that was not a formula for happiness. Boxing, he decided, would be the best outlet for his nieta.
And the old man guessed correctly. Tinga grew to be a fighter, with great strength in her waist and legs. Normal concepts of beauty didn't apply to the boxeadora, whose face always veered away, just on time, from ugly and became genuinely attractive. Radiating from Tinga was female strength, intensely attractive to men like Louis.
Before she agreed to fight Louis, Tinga got to know her challenger away from Jasmine and most of his friends. What she found was that Louis was intelligent, with a sweet, appealing personality - traits in a man that aroused Tinga to the point where she needed to beat Louis up.

Their bout was on a Saturday afternoon at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Jasmine stood in one corner with Louis, massaging his shoulders as she advised him on defeating the amazon, who sat across the canvas, calmly smiling at Louis.
"Hurt her!...a lot!" Jasmine whispered, using the same tone she did when she needed sex.
Emma was the referee. She had already reserved bed space in the Club's recovery room.
Tinga kept close to Louis in the opening rounds, pressing onto him, her arms moving with piston-like deliberation. This was foreplay for Louis, Tinga knew, and a direct provocation to Jasmine.
At the bell for round five, Tinga waded into her male adversary, fixing him to the ropes with a furious pummeling. Tinga wanted Louis to know she cared, to be sure he felt every blow.
Louis wobbled on his feet when Tinga let up on the beating. He saw nothing through his barely opened eyes and his foe's verbal insults were just faint shouting. An orgasm began in his weakened frame, causing Louis to progressively groan louder as he grinned.
"It's coming, isn't amante, mi debilucho?" Tinga taunted. "Your slut never got you off like this!"
The orgasm hit, harsh and fast, making Louis gasp in short bursts, until he gave one long sigh. Tinga finished him with a right to the jaw. Louis landed on his back.
Emma the Ref gave a rapid ten count, as both Tinga and Jasmine stood anxiously waiting; Tinga to be declared the victor and Jasmine to tend to her injured lover.
"TEN! Winner by a total knockout....Tinga!"
Jasmine checked Louis' pulse, which was normal, and his eyes, which were rolled up their sockets.
"He enjoyed every moment of that beating!" Tinga commented, snidely.
"Fuck you!" spat Jasmine.
"Look at him!" Tinga pointed to the erection struggling against the front of Louis' trunks. "You could hang ornaments on the Christmas tree he's sporting and he's out of it!"
Emma the Ref signaled for a stretcher, which was carried in by two Asian girls. They commented to each other in Mandarin about Louis' boner. Emma remained behind as the victim was carried to the recovery room, seeing the tension between the two other women was about to climax.
"When my papa was teaching me how to fight, he said I'd run into men like Louis."
"Yeah?" Jasmine's voice went up an octave.
"And he told me the best way to deal with them was knock their pathetic asses out...!"
"Yeah!" Jasmine was now in Tinga's face.
"It's what they really need from their woman!"
Jasmine's fist swung up at Tinga, only to be halted by Emma the Ref.
"Enough ladies, the fight is over!" Emma pulled Jasmine back and told her to go to Louis.
"Tinga, I know you're going to sleep with Louis, you both want it," Emma explained. "But don't make trouble between them. Jasmine is very territorial!"
Tinga merely grunted dismissively, recalling her grandfather's final remark, that she didn't throw at Jasmine: "A man like that will be your man."

Within the month, Tinga and Louis had fucked. Louis was stupid in love afterward and Jasmine knew why.
Confronting Tinga at the Amazonia Boxing Club, she told Tinga to leave her man alone. That got a snort of laughter from from the Latina boxer.
"If you were giving him what he needed, I wouldn't have nailed him three times!"
Tinga had spent only one night with Louis, but she wanted to insult Jasmine.
"Bitch!" Jasmine took another, pointless, swing at Tinga, who slugged her on the chin. Jasmine dropped effortless to the floor, life less.
"Pera." said Tinga, stepping over Jasmine and walking away.