Donna, Will and Karen

Donna knew what Will was about from the way he looked at her tits. "Submissive worship" was the phrase for what she saw and went after him.
After they worked out at the Amazonia Boxing Club, she invited to her house for a beer. As they sat in her back yard talking, Donna's initial suspicions were confirmed. Will's eyes focused alternately on her chest and her expertly developed biceps, leaving Will response to anything she said a few seconds behind.
"Hey, let's fight, Will!" suggested Donna, putting up her fists. "Wanna fight me?!"
Will couldn't agree fast enough and helped Donna spread the thick, blue wrestling mats on the lawn.
"Think you can beat me, Will?" she asked, coyly flicking a few punches at his head. As they circled closer to each other, Donna could see Will's attention was directed on her chest and biceps...and not her fists.
"I'll fucking knock you out!" Will answered.
"Not in the ring, sweetie!" said Donna. "Maybe in the sack, but not in a boxing match! You like fighting slutty women with big tits!?"
"I'll tell you when you wake up, Donna!"
"Oh, yeah?"
He hasn't thrown a punch yet, observed Donna to herself. Trying to provoke me! Well, here it comes!
Usually, Donna was careful at this stage of any match with a man she didn't know, even after she decided he was looking to get beat up by a woman. Some guys were sadists in disguise. But not this one, she thought as she stepped in and slugged Will in the midsection.
"Night-night!" she told the doubled over male and landed a right hook . Will dropped immediately to the mats.
"Come on, get up!!" Donna ordered her unmoving victim. After a few seconds, she rolled Will over on his back and unzipped his jeans. Reaching down the front of his briefs, Donna felt the particular personal satisfaction she derived from clasping an erection. She rubbed it vigorously until Will came and then looked at Will's face, to confirm the smile she already knew would be there.

They had sex all night.
 When she asked him if he remembered being masturbated while out cold, Will detailed an erotic dream of fucking Wonder Woman against the turnbuckle of a boxing ring.
"Did you service her or her you?" Donna asked, during a break in the love making.
"I pleasured the warrior princess."
It disappointed Donna the next morning when she realized Will wasn't the one. He was close, very close, in fact, to the submissive lover or "Gentle" she was after. Will expressed his desire to be knocked out a little too clearly, leaving Donna little to stalk for in a potential mate. But the sex had been fantastic and she liked Will for that. So much, that she knew she should introduce him to Karen.

The next day, Donna showed Will to her friend, who was in the middle of working a speed bag at the Amazonia. For a moment, Will could say nothing.

Clad in red boxing gloves, dark black shorts and a sleeveless athletic top that enhanced her cantaloupe breasts and contrasted with her smooth skin. Her dirty blond hair was pulled back in a "I mean business" pony tail, that rested at the base of her neck. A slim strand of hair fell between the hazel eyes that drilled into Will. Her expression made him wonder if she was about to punch him out.
"Hey, handsome!" said Karen, steading the speed bag. She swaggered to Will, her gloves at chest level. Karen's pink lips curled into a smile.
"Know what you are?" she asked Will, poking her right glove in his chest, nudging him back slightly. "You are a Gentle, a guy who wants women to beat him up. I knock out a Gentle every day, because I'm a Rough and Roughs knock out Gentles, rule of nature. Am I right?"
Good old Karen, Donna thought, never one for preliminaries.
"Yeah..." Will muttered, his eyes wide as saucers.
"Of course I am." Karen clasped Will's hand in her two gloves and lead him to an empty dressing room a few feet away. Shutting the door, she quickly embraced Will in a long kiss. "I usually go with women, but I need a guy, too. One guy is all. Are you it?"
Before Will could blurt "Yes!", Karen pressed her lips to his. In one quick motion, Karen shed her right boxing glove and deftly removed both of her breasts. Will kissed them immediately, reveling in the white smoothness of her skin and the feel of the pink nipples on his tongue. Karen pressed his face into her cleavage.
"Will?" she asked him.
"Yeah?" He looked up expecting to have the rest of her clothes off in seconds.
Waiting outside, Donna heard the sharp "WHAP!" of  leather hitting skin, followed by "OHHHHFFF!" Inside, she found Karen tucking her breasts back into her top and Will sprawled on the floor, out cold and smiling.
"Tell lover boy, when he comes around, that I'm going to publically beat his ass next Friday night!"
"It's true love, then, Karen?"
The blond ignored Donna's sarcasm and knelt down by Will. Clasping his chin with her free hand, she titled his face up right and kissed him.
"He'll probably love every minute of it," Karen remarked as she left the dressing room.

Donna was in Will's corner as she promised she would be when he came out of Karen's knockout. The pair had spent that night together, even though Will was over his head in love with Karen. He had been powerfully aroused by being laid out by the big blond and Donna was equally stoked by seeing Will prone.
Dressed exactly as he had for the first encounter with Will, Karen sat against the turnbuckle, banging her gloves together, as her lover, Desiree, rubbed her shoulders. Looking at Karen from across the ring, Donna and Will knew how the match would end and they both anticipated it.
The start of round one was cheered by the entire female membership of the Amazonia, who were ringside. Will probed Karen with a few punches to see what she would do. After giving Will a half a minute to put on a show for the spectators, Karen slammed her right fist directly in his face.
When Will's eyes opened, he was on his back at the edge of the ring, Donna imploring him to wake up. He began to stand when Emma the Ref called out "Six!"
"Didn't cum yet?" Karen taunted.
"Bitch!" Will answered, his voice and legs unsteady. "Bitch!"
Karen knew the trick: Gentles try to instigate their Rough into giving them the beating they crave before she's ready to give it.
"That's so cute, sweetheart!"
Karen walked into Will, unleashing punches all over his body. Will's arms instinctively closed around his torso, but Karen could see his eyes rolling with pleasure. Will was sunk against the ropes when the bell rang, ending the round.
Donna knew Will was too dazed from the beating and too high from arousal to hear her. "It's over this round, Will," she said in his ear. "Karen's going to knock you out, take the pain away for awhile."
The bell for round two clanged.
Donna kissed Will's cheek. "Good night, Will!"
Will grunted and pushed off the stool to met Karen, who seemed to move toward him like a bride walking down a church aisle. A few inches from her new lover, Karen uncorked a right to Will's chin, that almost knocked him out cold. But he stayed standing.
"It's time, Will, it's time!!" Karen whispered.
The follow up blow hammered its target hard on the jaw. There was a wave of pain and then a fade to numbness. Will's vision began to retract into darkness.
"I own you now, hear me Gentle! You're gonna wake up as my personal possession!"
Will thrilled at Karen's words, shouted through the distortion of the KO daze he was sinking into rapidly. The ring began to spin.
WHAP!
Karen's right upper cut lifted Will a few inches from the canvas. One long scream of pleasure came from the spectators.
"Yes!" Donna shouted, strangling the ropes.
"Fuck you!" Karen began screaming at Will, who was unconscious at her feet. "Fuck you, you are my bitch!"
Emma the Ref inserted herself between victor and victim, pushing Karen back and waving Donna into the ring. Karen shoved back, screaming, "Count his ass out! Do it, Emma!"
Emma the Ref ignored her and pressed the blond back, this time into the restraining arms of Desiree.
Donna and Emma sat Will up, but he was lifeless. Donna waved smelling salts under his nostrils and he jerked awake. The two women carefully walked him back to his corner.
"He's mine!" Karen yelled across the ring, half breaking from Desiree's arms. "He's mine!"

    

Holiday Knockouts Part 2

Night Shadow was in the changing room next to the one occupied by her girlfriend Lady Puma. Just like her male counterparts, Christmas shopping held no attraction for the diminutive crime fighter, but she had found a pair of blue jeans that she really liked and decided to try them on, while Lady Puma went through all the skits and blouses.

In the past, Night Shadow had romances with both men and women, but this was Lady Puma’s first same sex relationship. When Night Shadow (civilian identity: Cathy Hornby) joined Justice Force, she immediately fell for Lady Puma (aka: Jackie O’Toole). After some hesitation, Lady Puma gave into Night Shadow’s seduction and the two had been a couple for the last three years.

As much as Night Shadow loved Jackie, her enthusiasm for cloths shopping eluded Night Shadow. Well, a small sacrifice, she decided, as she tried to button the jeans. Night Shadow didn’t know why that was giving her trouble; the jeans had slid over her slender legs and waist. Night Shadow caught a sweet odor, like the one at her dentist’s office. The smell grew stronger and, as much as she tried, Night Shadow could not move her fingers.

“Hey…what’s. go…” she asked, dreamily. “Feel…good…”

Night Shadow’s vision blurred and she couldn’t move her mouth or tongue. She felt too happy and relaxed. The smell engulfed her and Night Shadow took one more breath, before her eyes closed and there was no opening them. She never felt her face smack the carpeted floor.

Outside the dressing room, two Asian women, dressed as store maintaince workers, rolled a large laundry basket to the door. Pulling on gas masks, retrieved from the basket, they entered the dressing room and emerged seconds later, carrying the sleeping girl. Swinging their load twice, they flung the super heroine in the basket and quickly covered her with clothes.

“Another excellent job, ladies!” said Carlita, who had just appeared. The operatives removed their masks and nodded their thanks. “Roll Night Shadow out to the van, I’ll be along in a minute.”

Carlita walked to the fitting room Lady Puma was in. “Jackie, you ready yet?” Carlita asked, raising her voice in a fair imitation of Night Shadow.

“Is that you, Cathy?” Lady Puma responded.

“No.”

Carlita cracked the door enough to insert her arm and slugged Lady Puma on the jaw. The punch landed perfectly. Lady Puma was out cold before her body hit the wall and slid down to the floor.

“Merry Christmas, femme!” Carlita spat at Lady Puma and joined her minions at the loading bay.

“Hello, you must be Marcus…Marcus Portman?”
Marcus Portman looked up at the voice that called his name and saw Carlita across the fitting room.

“Who are you?!”
“Carlita. But you may already know me as Lady Seda.”

  Marcus knew the name very well. Lady Seda was the arch enemy of his girlfriend, Tiger Girl, one of the leaders of Justice Force. Marcus bolted quickly for the exit, only to stop short before the two stunningly beautiful Asian women blocking him. They smiled sinisterly.

“May I introduce my associates, May Kagai and Charika Shiga.”

“Hello, Mr. Marcus!” they said in unison, forming fists.

“If I understand correctly, you are Tiger Girl’s latest main squeeze? Nice to see she’s dating outside the super hero gene pool, an attractive but severely limited group.”

“What’s this about?”
“Excellent, straight to the question!” Lady Seda walked up to Marcus. “You seem like an intelligent man, so I’ll reveal my evil plans to you. I used to be a member of the Sisterhood of Evil, you’ve heard about us?”

“Who hasn’t? Justice Force crushed your crime syndicate!”

Lady Seda rolled her eyes at her captive’s earnestness, fueled, no doubt, by Tiger Girl’s loving.

“Yes, that’s true. But we’re making a big comeback and under my leadership!”

“And what’s my part in all this?” Marcus asked.

“You are the final installment of my four part ‘Super Heroine’s Significant Other Kidnapping” project. We’ll be sending out ransom notices as soon as you’re secured in our secret hideout.”

“Justice Force will never cave into extortion!”

“Really? I think they will. The flaw in Good Girls is that they form attachments to their lovers. I’ll bet Tiger Girl is already discussing marriage?”

“Uh…now that you mention it, yes…”

“See, sentimental attachments can be so dangerous in crime fighting, so they will pay up!” Lady Seda looked at May and Charika. “Ladies, please kidnap Marcus now.”
A merciless neck chop struck Marcus below his left ear. Marcus groaned loudly as pain twisted through his body, leaving him dazed, his eyes comically glassy.

The second chop landed on the right side. Lights went out and Marcus folded limply to the ground. May and Charika smiled.

“I think you two enjoyed that!”

A look that closely resembled remorse came over the female thugs.

“We have a question?” said May, almost timidly.

“Go ahead.”

“When you’re done with this one, can we keep him? You know…to play with?”

Lady Seda considered the request. “I’ll have to see. Marcus already has one owner and Tiger Girl does not like sharing. But don’t despair, let’s see how things work out. You never know, do you, ladies?”

Holiday Knockouts Part 1

Having spent the afternoon fabricating interest in Power Princess' gift selections, Max used the filmiest excuse to escape. He was looking for sports jackets. Power Princess, in her civilian identity of Janie Ellison, had dragged her boyfriend to the mall to complete Christmas shopping, totally oblivious to his pronounced indifference.
Three other Justice Force members had hauled their significant others to the same shopping center. Max hoped that if he wandered around enough, he'd run into Astounding Man, Night Shadow or Marcus Portman and they could go get a beer.
"Excuse me, sir?" a sweet female voice addressed Max. Max turned to see a stunningly beautiful Asian girl directly in front of him. A delicate smile illuminated her pretty face and made her compact, but very generous figure even more attractive.
"Yes?" Max answered, smiling wolfishly.
"Do these shorts show off too much of my thighs?"
The girl quickly spun around and bent over, displaying the cheeks of an ass that was barely concealed by pink shorts that had "KNOCKOUT" written on the seat.
"No! No!...God, they're fine!" Max stammered.
The mental image of those shorts fallen at the girl's ankles as she smiled invitingly at Max was the last coherent thought he had before hearing a distinct "THUMPH!" A dull ache swam through his skull. Max was unconscious within seconds, but he remained standing, swaying passively, his half open eyes glassy.
"You got him good, Lady Gwen!" the Asian girl stated. "He's out on his feet!"
 Dressed in a harlequin body suit, Lady Gwen emerged from the large coat rack, pleased to have knocked out her former lover.
Twirling the leather black jack that she had just applied to the back of Max's head, Lady Gwen walked slowly around the incapacitated male, assessing her handiwork.
"Yep, very sweet!" she exclaimed and pressed a kiss to his cheeks.
"You know him?" the Asian girl asked.
"Yes, Chakira, Max and I do have a history." Lady Gwen used her index finger to tilt Max's chin to a level position. "At one time, I couldn't get enough of his cock!"
Lady Gwen and Max had been lovers while in the employ of The Sisterhood of Evil, the now defunct female crime organization. Then Max fell for Power Princess and Agent Miki of Justice Force, the two women he had been assigned to kidnap.Although, Max had helped destroy the Sisterhood and Gwen later found true love with a guy named Ethan, she was still nostalgic for his love making.
"I still love you Max," Lady Gwen said, pulling her fist back as far as her arm would go. "But you need to come with us!"
The right hook finished Max off and he fell heavily into Chakira's arms. The bad girls carried Max into the coat rack and lowered him carefully through an open trap door.  When their arms could reach no further, they let go. Max dropped a few feet, landing in a laundry cart stuffed with clothing. Another Asian girl, Chakira's partner, threw more cloths on top of him and rolled him away.

No one recognized Martin Walder as he moped around sportswear and he was glad of it. Known to the general public as the crime fighter Astounding Man, he was Atomic Girl's latest boyfriend. Like Max, Martin found Christmas shopping tedious and had ditched Atomic Girl in housewares. She had spent the last hour ominously asking Martin if he liked the furniture, kitchen appliances and baby clothes she looked at. As he contemplated how best to evade Atomic Girl's marriage scheme while at the same time keeping her in his bed, Astounding Man was distracted by women's cheers and laughter from the other side of the department.
Martin found a mass of female shoppers crowded around a boxing ring, that had been set up in the display area.
Martin froze in his tracks when he saw the busty female boxer striding around the ring, gloved fists raised in triumph as a limp male challenger was carried out.
"Who has the manhood to fight me, Carlita the Destroyer of Men!? Come on, we're demonstrating today how a woman can defeat any challenger through boxing! Who has the balls!"
Carlita's tight black tank top displayed her breasts and well developed biceps. Her long, powerful shapely legs gave Carlita's movements the grace of a stalking panther. Carlita was exactly Martin's type.
When he accepted the challenge and climbed through the ropes, Martin was sure he would knock this loudmouthed female out cold.Tail twitchers with big tits were useless when it came to fighting, he reminded himself as two Asian girls in pink shorts tied up his boxing gloves.
At the bell, Martin came straight out, but Carlita hung back a few moments, looking her challenger over.
"You got something for me, hammer dick!" she asked when she faced Martin.
 "Yeah, I'll save it for when you regain consciousness!"
"I'm really looking forward to that...Astounding Man!"
"What?"
The "WHAP!" of the glove striking Martin's face echoed around the display area, followed by an outburst of laughter from the spectators. Martin fleetingly struggled to understand what had just happened to him, but his thoughts drained into darkness. His limp body struck the canvas.
Carlita's fists again reached for the ceiling, celebrating her victory. "You see, ladies, there is no man too big that he can't be knocked out!"
The holiday shoppers cheered their heroine loudly as another male answered the call for another opponent. No one noticed the two girls in shorts loading Martin on a gurney and rolling him out to the loading bay. They quickly loaded him into a waiting ambulance. The doors slammed shut and the vehicle, lights flashing, sped off. 

Cat Girl Graduates

"What are your plans for her now?"
Newly minted Justice Force agent Cat Girl had just been KOed by Gentleman Johnny in the boxing ring of the Justice Force Headquarters Gymnasium.
"Walk her to the infirmary when she comes around," Johnny told Power Princess, Justice Force Commander. He undid his boxing gloves as they both surveyed the unconscious girl laying in a pile at their feet. Seeing the expression on Johnny's face as he looked at Cat Girl, her legs wide open in a "V" Power Princess recalled that Johnny was only a reformed bad guy. Along with joining in many of Justice Force's crime fighting crusades, Johnny had seduced a number of super heroines, including herself. Now it looked like he wanted to add Cat Girl to his list.
Power Princes knelt next to slumbering newbie and was forced to admire her nerve, along with Cat Girl's extremely fit body. Cat Girl had very recently graduated from Justice Force Academy, first in the class, which added to her already large reservoir of arrogance. Treating all classmates with haughty contempt didn't make her any friends and the habit of calling older, male crime fighters "gray hairs" or "golden dicks" had landed her in a match with Gentleman Johnny.
Johnny had worked Cat Girl over thoroughly until round four when it was obvious she was completely wasted. Johnny pressed her into one of the turnbuckles.
"Wait...wait!..." said the groggy Cat Girl. Through the popping stars and spinning wheels of color, she could see the older man was ready to slug her. Cat Girl struggled to raise her gloves to her face.
"Johnny...are you...gonna...knock me...out?"
"Out cold."
Despite physical and mental exhaustion, cold electricity moved through the beaten fighter and she began waving her fists as if to chase Johnny away.
"Plea...zzz...don't..knock...me...out..."
Cat Girl was frightened and aroused.
"Sorry Cat Girl, you need to learn a lesson in humility and respect. Time to go unconscious!"
BAM!!
the right hooked into Cat Girl's jaw perfectly. A feeling of  deep relief struck Cat Girl as blackness consumed her.

Cat Girl began to sigh as her head of straight, silky black hair rocked on her shoulders. Power Princess, looking down with a mixture of disappointment and affection, was the first thing Cat Girl saw through the slits of her opening eyes.
Even half awake, Cat Girl was taken with the Justice Force leader. A statuesque, powerfully built blond, Power Princes was a natural leader that all the cadets were drawn to and Cat Girl felt the attraction again. She imagined Power Princess taking her in her long muscular arms and holding Cat Girl to those full breasts. That would feel so good, Cat Girl mused.
"Agent Cat Girl, you need to be on you feet!" snapped Power Princess, ending the younger girl's daydream. Painfully, Cat Girl reached for the ropes to haul herself upwards.
"Johnny," said Power Princess. "I'm going to escort Cat Girl to the infirmary, where she'll likely be spending the night."
"I understand," Gentleman Johnny answered, adding "I can wait till tomorrow night." to himself.
"You can wait till tomorrow night."
"Yes, ma'am," he said and left the gym

"Cat Girl, have you learned from this experience with Johnny?"
Cat Girl, still groggy, focused. "Yeah...he thinks with his dick."
"Very true!" Power Princess conceded, reaching to pick up one of the boxing gloves Gentleman Johnny left behind. "What else?"
"Nothing."
"No, try again. Johnny is older, bigger and faster than you in the ring, so I hope you've learned the folly of fighting a male opponent like him without having more experience...just because you like sex with older men."
The last phrase fired a nerve in Cat Girl, who swung wildly at Power Princess, who stepped out  range. As if they were dance partners, Power Princess followed Cat Girl's lead and slugged her flush on the jaw.
reality stopped suddenly for Cat Girl, standing stiffly, staring into space, but seeing nothing. As she she dropped to the canvas, Power Princess caught her.
"Come on, stay with me!" Power Princess propped Cat Girl back on her feet and slapped her face a few times, clearing the younger woman's head.
"Being impulsive is no good in crime fighting," said the Justice Force commander. "If I were a bad guy like Lady Gwen, I'd of escaped you."
Cat Girl was shaking her skull and looking warily at Power Princess. "You...bitch..."
"Yep!"
Power Princess transferred the boxing glove to her other hand and pasted the other side of Cat Girl's face. The newbie agent went down hard on her ass, semi conscious and groaning. Power Princess waited a few seconds and then stood Cat Girl up.
"Now, an intelligent girl would have taken her lumps from Gentleman Johnny and changed her attitude. But you're not being very intelligent, are you?"
Cat Girl nodded at Power Princess and flinched when she saw the boxing glove hurtling her way.
SMACK!! was all Cat Girl heard before going out cold.
When her eyes fluttered open a few minutes later, Cat Girl was seated in her corner, stripped of her boxing gear. The dazed girl looked passively at the clothes laying on the canvas and then at the only thing she was still wearing: her pink undies and black boxing gloves.
Power Princess hauled Cat Girl upright a third and final time, having decided the disciplinary action was almost finished. Cat Girl put all the strength she could muster into keeping her eyes open wide enough to see Power Princess slip on both boxing gloves. Cat Girl was enthralled, watching Power Princess step back to size up the distance between them. She knew what was about to happen.
A harsh, left-right combination snapped Cat Girl's head side to side. Mouth fallen open, Cat Girl felt her eye lids droop shut. Hours seemed to go by for the pummeled young crime fighter, waiting for Power Princess to finish her off.
Cat Girl was too numb to feel the final blow. Blackness dropped on her and Cat Girl drifted downward like an autumn leaf onto Power Princess' shoulder.
"Johnny can have you tomorrow night, sweet heart," Power Princess told the unconscious girl. "You're getting your graduation present tonight."

The Lucky One - The Conclusion

Evan preferred Asian women, so he gravitated instinctively to May, ignoring stories about her and Desiree. Experience had demonstrated just how flexible women actually were and he continued to pursue May until she surrendered.
As he undressed the cheerfully drunk May, Evan listened to the disjointed history of the relationship with Desiree, muttering "Yeah? Oh yeah?" as he moved along. When May stood completely naked, she let out an expectant laugh and they kissed. Evan gently shoved her onto the bed and their lips met again.
"Evan...are...you going......!"

For two months, the triangle held. Evan was getting laid by the woman who fulfilled his fetish, while May was on her way to becoming Baby Jill's second mom.
May shifted her post-coital chatter with Evan from what an excellent fuck Desiree was to how Desiree's daughter was doing in preschool. Evan had the distinct feeling he was cheating with another woman's wife.
One afternoon, Evan got a call from Peter, asking him if he wanted to have a beer at The Clam Sandwich, a bar near the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"We both have women younger than ourselves," Peter said as they drank their Guinness. "We're lucky because we have fine women in our lives. But the problem with young girls is that they need guidance, a lot of it." 
Evan agreed by smiling.
"May needs direction, Evan, and I think you're the man to provide it."
Before Evan could protest, Peter continued. "Don't get me wrong. I like May and I appreciate having her around. I need to concentrate on the two health centers I manage plus a list personal training clients that is expanding. But I'm a married man, Desiree and Jill are everything to me."
"Never doubted it." replied Evan.
"May needs to channel her affection, learn to balance her feelings so they all don't bleed in one direction."
"They should also be directed to a second party?" asked Evan. Peter smiled, seeing that he was understood.
"Exactly."

The challenge from Evan surprised and perplexed May, but she wasn't scared to fight her lover, despite his advantage in height and arm length. The pair had been fucking so intensely for so long that even the idea of Evan hurting her seemed improbable. May accepted, convinced the match would be a kinky stimulant for their already vivid sex life.

Evan went easy for most of the bout at the Amazonia; half-seriously, half-flirtingly tagging May with punches that were delivered like foreplay. Pulling her into repeated clinches, Evan told May how strong she looked in her boxing outfit, how much she meant to him and what he was going to do to her when they got back to his place, all the while pounding her midsection.
When May reached her very familiar peak of arousal, Evan knocked her out cold.
May felt herself fly off her feet, the ring rushing by and then vanish into darkness.
The Asian girl landed a few feet from the spot where Evan had slugged her. Laying on her back, May's body shivered from an orgasm as Emma the Ref began the ten count.
Dreams of Evan, Desiree and Miley Cyrus flickered and merged erotically in May's brain.
When Emma shouted "Out!" over the sleeping girl, Desiree and Peter scrambled over to the unconscious May. As she helped lift and carry her lover to the corner, Desiree recognized the moisture that drenched the front of May's trunks.

May stayed away from both Desiree and Evan once she recovered, but it was futile. She was still in love with Desiree and the family that had sprang from their being together. Whenever she reran the last moments of the match, Evan's glove about to collide with her face, May felt a new intensity for him, that almost equaled how she loved Desiree.
Before they were reunited, May considered a three way, but decided against it. Balance was needed and May was going to find it.   

The Lucky One Part One

May was a small, pleasingly skinny girl of twenty-one, with a delicate, round face. She joined the Amazonia Boxing Club from Blake Mitchell University, where she was on the Womens Boxing Team., twice the national champions. May's pretty face was the home of sharp, brown eyes, inherited from her Vietnamese mother, and long black hair, the legacy of her Chinese father. These features distracted her opponents, male and female, from her strength and speed in the ring. May was nicknamed "The Lucky One," because such a small girl had the skill and power to land knockout punches that came out of nowhere.
Starting in college, May fell in love with guys and girls, always getting excited and giddy about the object of her affection. These affairs never lasted very long; May was focused on her grades and boxing.
After graduation, she found a job at a graphic design firm and fell in love with Desiree, one of the first girls she fought at the Amazonia.
They were similar in size and build, but Desiree was four years older and happily married to Peter, with whom she had a three year old daughter named Jill. Desiree had challenged May to a match, Desiree's usual procedure for acquiring a new female lover. When Desiree stuck to girls in her own weight class, she usually won by a knockout and then seduced the loser after the fight. So it was a surprise to everyone in Desiree's corner when May's left hook put Desiree to sleep late in round four.
May, as always, was thrilled by victory and turned on seeing her rag doll-limp challenger carried from the ring to the recovery room. The giddy feeling hit her strongly, but May held off on pursuing Desiree. The time wasn't perfect.

A week passed before May spoke to Desiree. Looking in her potential lover's eyes, May could see lust and anger coiled together, waiting for release.
"I want to fight you again!" May said.
"So you can knock me out again?" Desiree was sullen, but there was interest in her voice.
"Exactly. You were so cute and sexy on your back, out fucking cold!"
The girls melted into each others arms and kissed for a long minute. May pressed her mouth to Desiree's right ear.
"I'm going to knock you out so completely, you'll beg to be my bitch when you wake up!" whispered May, violently pushing Desiree from her. The older girl stumbled over her own feet and landed, ass first, on the gym mats. Instantly, Desiree sprang up and bolted away.

The rematch was shorter than the first bout by two rounds. Anger was clear in Desiree's face and she fought like an angry woman, precisely what May wanted. In the second, she started backing away  from Desiree, who turned aggressive. Soon, May was pressed onto the ropes, taking a continual stream of body and head shots. May let her right arm drift away from her head. Desiree fired a right upper cut to May's chin.
The young Asian girl was stretched out on her feet and the ropes strained to hold her as May tilted out of the ring. For a few seconds she thought how sexy Desiree looked with her hair pulled back in a tight pony tail and she relaxed into blackness.
Through the ten count by Emma the Ref, May slumbered face down. Desiree trotted  a full circle around the unconscious girl and then embraced Peter when Emma proclaimed her victory.

May and Desiree were lovers a few days later. While she had a place of her own, May spent a lot of time at Desiree and Peter's house, helping with domestic chores and baby Jill.
The vague, but recurring fear that Peter would, one day, not only have to share Desiree with another woman, but lose his wife to one, surfaced briefly for him. But after six months, the mental demon vanished. Without abandoning Desiree, May took up with Evan.

Back Yard Boxing - The Finish

Everyone we knew, including their friends, showed up for the match a week later. Mel rented a boxing ring that he set up in their back yard. I was in Anna's corner. In the days running up to the bout, I begged Anna not to go through with the fight, but the more I reasoned the more she became set on fighting.
"but I think it's sweet that you care," she chirped before the first round . I seriously doubted there would be a second.
Anna held her own for longer than I expected. Mel was the ref and he was fair, I have to admit, calling off Maria, his wife, when she was really punishing Anna. I was getting concerned, by round five.
"Anna, you've proved you can do this," I said as I sponged my friend's face. I found Anna fighting in her green one piece bathing suit very attractive, the suit hugging her ample chest and ass. Anna for the first time I saw Anna had great legs.
"I have this!" Anna insisted, slamming her gloves together. "I'm knocking that bitch out!"
DONG! the bell echoed through the back yard, followed by a surge of drunken screams from the crowd.
Maria danced around the determined Anna. Dipping to the left suddenly, Maria let Anna follow her lead. creating a small space for a right cross.
BAM!!!
The whole yard was silent.
Anna was still and her arms dropped at her sides. Mouth fallen open, Anna seemed to stare into the clear blue sky at something beautiful. As her pupils vanished into their sockets, Anna's legs buckled one after the other and she landed flat on her back, limbs positioned like a Maltese cross.
Anna was out cold.
Mel could see the fight was over, so he counted Anna out quickly so she could be carried from the canvas. Leaned over the turnbuckle, I stared at Anna, who was prone and blissfully asleep...and beautiful. Her nipples were fully erect on her big tits. Was she dreaming of another victory in the ring or in the bedroom? I didn't want Anna moved from that spot, she was so vulnerable and inert.
"Winner by a total knockout in the fifth round, Maria!" Mel declared, raising his wife's fist in the air. Through a pelting deluge of plastic cups and paper cups, I ran to Anna and sat her up.
she made no response to the gentle slaps I gave or my voice calling her name. Even as Mel and I transported her inside, I was massively aroused.
Maria showed up with her digital camera pointed at her victim on the couch. "I told you I knock that bitch into dreamland!" she informed Mel and I. As I was about to wave smelling salts under Anna's nose, Maria pushed my hand away.
"Not yet!" Maria was very excited. "I don't have enough shots!!"
"Maria, she's out cold!" I protested.
"I know." was Maria's casual response."I'll make copies for you, don't worry."

Anna was conscious five minutes later and I drove her home after an hour's rest. I helped her into her apartment, she was still a little wobbly from the knockout.
"I had another dream when I was knocked out," she told me. "Could you sit with me?"
"Sure," I answered and sat next to her in the couch, as close as I could reasonably get. "What happened in the dream?"
Anna smiled and kissed me. For a breathless moment we looked at each other, savoring the taste of each others lips. "I'll show you." Anna whispered..