Cynthia in Love

Being hesitant about getting in the ring, Cynthia was startled by being punched in the face by Desiree, a woman an inch shorter than herself. The punches became so rough and repetitive, that Cynthia's body stopped obeying orders to keep her gloved hands raised. One shot was so harsh that Cynthia went to sleep.

She woke confused in the recovery room, attended by Marcus, her boyfriend, and Emma the Ref.
"Is...it...over..?" Cynthia asked, her head swimming.
"Yep, that's it." Marcus kissed her lovingly on the forehead. "You got knocked out. How do you feel?"
"Weird..." She wasn't sure of the right word. "Did I hurt Desiree any?"
"A little, a few bruises." Emma said. "Good for your first fight."
I got trounced! Cynthia admitted to herself.
Emma shinned a small flash light in the recovering fighters eyes. "There's no concussion."
Despite her aching body, Cynthia wanted sex when they got home. When Marcus insisted she let her bruises heal, Cynthia shoved him into their bedroom.

Holding Cynthia in his arms at sunrise, Marcus wondered why Cynthia was so off the scale horny. She was dreaming of the woman who put her on the canvas. The erotic vision of Desiree, fists raised, promising a knock out, haunted Cynthia for days.
At dinner, Cynthia was honest with her boy friend.
"Marcus, I need to tell you something."
"What's that?" Marcus replied, looking up from his plate of pasta primavera. His glance lingered on Cynthia's still glowing black eye.
"I want to sleep with women!"
"Wha...?"
"I feel the need for sexual...contact with women.."
Setting down his fork, Marcus sat back in his chair. Okay, Marcus, he told himself, lets rise to the occasion. He remembered the words of his older brother when Marcus first got serious with a girl, "All women are bi. It's just a fact of nature, you'll see."
"When did this start?"
"I still love you, Marcus, you need to know that!"
Marcus grinned philosophically.
"Good. Have you made a friend yet?'
"No, but there is..."
"Who?"
"Desiree at the Amazonia."
"Of course! The lesbian Casanova!"
"I haven't been able to get her out of my mind since the match!"
"Where she beat you up!"
"And it felt great!" blurted Cynthia. There was an excited glow in her eyes.

Marcus had seen the entire match from Cynthia's corner. While Emma the Ref and Kaylee attended the unconscious fighter, Marcus watched Desiree in her red shorts and top, strutting across the ring, fists in the air. Those fucking thighs!, he thought, pulling an iPhone from his jeans pocket. As he took pictures of the victor, he noticed Cynthia, out like a light, legs spread in a "V," one glove lifeless on her stomach, the other limp on the canvas.
As the women spectators crammed around the ring, cheering Desiree's victory, Marcus was enthralled by Cynthia's vulnerability.
Marcus pretended to argue with Cynthia about her newly discovered desire, but then stopped.

A few days later, Cynthia worked up the courage to congratulate Desiree on winning their match, conceding that she was the better boxer.
Desiree warmly accepted the praise while they both sat in a booth at Concha's, Desiree's favorite bar.
Desiree could see Cynthia's eyes were fixed on her face. "It's pretty strange for you, isn't it?"
"Yeah. First time I box and I get knocked out."
"It's likely to happen." Desiree reached her hand to Cynthia's shiner, gently caressing it with her thumb. Cynthia barely flinched. "I got you good with that one! Do you think you'll try again?"
"Boxing?" Cynthia asked, slowly.
Desiree's fingers went down the other girl's cheeks.
"Yes."
"Sure..." The sensation of Desiree's touch thrilled Cynthia, reliving her first time with Marcus. The pair kissed for a minute. Desiree threw some dollars on the table as they left.

Marcus said nothing about all the time his girlfriend spent with Desiree. At first, Cynthia didn't notice his silence, so engulfed as she was by her new passion. Weeks later, at the dinner table, she looked at Marcus, trying to read his thoughts.
"I'm sorry I have been out so much with Desiree..."
Marcus glanced up, smiling. "How has it been going?"
Relief went through Cynthia like a tidal wave. "I think I'm in love!"
"Is Desiree?"
"Well..." Cynthia came up short for an answer, causing Marcus to laugh. Desiree, in all this time, had expressed none of her feelings.
"Look, I understand this is all new and you're exploring. Neither of us knows how this is going to end. But I'll always be here, no matter what. Okay?"
Cynthia nodded, feeling secure.

Cynthia didn't start crying until she saw Marcus, who was shocked at the tears streaming down her face.
Desiree, he thought. Like clockwork.
As he held her, Cynthia explained that Desiree, who she loved so much, had ended their relationship.
"She is going back to Kaylee, that stupid blond," Cynthia said, briefly restraining the tears. Marcus nodded. Kaylee often hooked up with Desiree when Kaylee was between guys.
"I need to hurt her!" Cynthia spat, angrily.
"Of course you do."

There was a large turnout for what was a semi-regular event at the Amazonia Boxing Club - a broken hearted lover getting even with Desiree.
It was clear Cynthia was fighting to hurt Desiree, not to win the match. Marcus watched the battle intently, shouting advice along with Cathy, Cynthia's friend. Cynthia didn't hear either of them, but punched Desiree's face, hoping to blacken her eye as had been done to her.
Desire expected all this, Cynthia was not her first fling. Weaving and dancing, Desiree presented herself as a target to her former lover and then darted away from most of the punches. She assumed Cynthia would get tired before she did.
That happened, but it took a few rounds longer than expected. By the fourth, both fighters were hammering each other, Desiree with more precision and Cynthia with more force. Desiree noticed her stamina was ebbing. She could not let Cynthia get the upper hand, she had already clocked Desiree hard a few times. From sheer determination, the new comer might knock Desiree out.

Disregarding the fatigue in her legs, Desiree pressed into Cynthia, opening up on her body. The taller girl crouched just enough to expose her head, which Desiree attacked violently. A double upper cut plowed into Cynthia's chin, spinning reality. Desiree launched at her belly and uncorked a third upper cut that knocked her opponent out on her feet.
Desiree staggered from the deeper exhaustion caused by her offensive. Cynthia stood flat footed, her arms dangling at her waist. Eyes open to cracks, Cynthia smiled because the pain was gone.
"Finish you off!" Desire shouted and tagged her prey with a left hook.
Cynthia went out instantly, flopping on her back, arms out.
Marcus had recorded everything.

 

Soul Mates

Both were experienced wrestlers. Harlan primarily boxed. But when Donna challenged him to a KOs only wrestling match, he said, "Why not?" The leader of the Cougar Clique needed to shown her place, he told himself.
Harlan asked Donna why she was suddenly interested in a man closer to her own age. Mostly her opponents were in their twenties, who she beat senseless and then fucked like a mad woman when they recovered.
"Because pussy always knocks out cock," Donna answered.
That was the first time Harlan heard that.
Attracted to "gym bunnies," sexually attractive women in their twenties and early thirties, Harlan had developed an eye for opponents/partners that were saddled with "Daddy issues." There were a lot of them at the Amazonia. Most of the competitors he laid out, took Harlan to bed.

Harlan found the Cougar Clique women attractive because they were attractive women. But seeing Donna only a few feet away, he was impressed by what great shape she was in.
"You look damn good, Donna!" he said, getting the bout started on a positive note.
"Thank you Harlan, you're a real gentleman to say that!"
Donna had been giving Harlan an extensive legs and ass show since entering the ring. The black tights and matching fish net stockings that she wore to any mixed wrestling match revealed a generous quantity of thigh and buttocks. And Harlan really admired those cheeks, small, smooth and well exercised.
"You ready for me to put you to sleep?" Harlan asked as they moved carefully toward each other.
"When you're ready!" Donna snapped back.
For a few minutes, the couple twisted into each other, rolling on the canvas for a dominant position. Although Harlan wore an athletic supporter for safety and courtesy, Donna could read the arousal in his eyes. He enjoyed such close contact with Donna, but Harlan wanted her to be the one headed for Dreamland.

Harlan had grabbed Donna from behind, his arms working toward her neck. Pushing back violently, Donna was able to escape before Harlan's arms clinched her throat completely. She elbowed his gut and leaped behind her adversary instantly.
Donna snapped her arms around Harlan's throat, yanking him to her chest. Harlan fought the hold, fueled by disbelief  at being trapped. The feminine arms contracted under his chin.
"Seeing stars yet, Silver Fox?" Donna whispered mockingly in his ear. "Huh? The spots should be hitting any moment!"
Harlan sputtered a few curses. He felt his breathing slow.
"Ever been KOed by a woman?!  After singing lullabies to all those sluts you fuck, how does it feel?!"
Donna wasn't sure Harlan could understand her.
Leaden arms fell, one by one, against Donna's naked thighs.
"Where you going, honey? Going out for the night?"
Harlan groaned faintly and thought of Sara, with long brown hair, big tits and multiple tattoos.
He had an orgasm and passed out.
Settling Harlan on his back, Donna gave him a long kiss and said, "You are mine, asshole!

In the weeks after the wrestling match, Harlan couldn't fuck Donna enough. She called her lover "tamed," aware that finally being defeated in combat with a women released strong desire in some men. Donna's long legs and round tits consumed his thoughts. They were soul mates.
He forgot everyone else. Harlan even forgot about Sara.  

Of all the women at the Amazonia Boxing Club Harlan had slept with, Sara was his favorite and the most frequent. They met at Sara's twenty-fourth birthday party, thrown by a group of Sara's girl friends, one of whom Harlan knew well.
Sara's body was dotted with vivid tattoos, which drove Harlan crazy. As their encounters multiplied, Sara grew attached to the older man, despite having male partners closer to her age.
"I don't know why," Sara explained to Desiree. "After we fuck, I feel so secure being held in his arms!"
When Sara found out Harlan was plowing Donna, she was enraged.
"That old sea-hag!" she exclaimed. "I'll deck that bitch!"

Donna knew Harlan possessed a string of "gym bunnies" that he made love to on rotation. She was surprised that one of them lacked the maturity not to be jealous. Harlan was also the first man her own age that she had been with since her divorce four years ago. He was an adult and therefore had more realistic expectations than the young men Donna had slept with.
She didn't want to lose Harlan to that brat!

Sara moved carefully in the ring, which surprised Donna. Female opponents tended to come straight at her and into a right hook. Sara was more like a leaf gliding in the wind, frustrating the older woman's effort to end matters with a close in combination.
"You got a shiner coming up, Donna!" Emma the Ref observed between the third and fourth rounds.
"Yeah, she tagged me good!"
"Look, you want to give her a KO and Sara's not cooperating," Emma went on. "If you're not careful, you're the one who's going to be carried from this ring!"
"Fine!" Donna blurted, signaling how angry she was.

Donna showed patience in the following round. Harlan belonged to her!
"Lights out, slut!" Donna shouted as she winded Sara with a combination to the younger woman's midsection. A hammered right hook spun the girl in a circle. When Sara faced her rival again, Donna jerked Sara's head back with a brutal upper cut. Donna punished Sara's exposed belly.
Somewhere among the punches that followed, Sara went out cold. The younger woman never realized it happened. There was just a furious blur of red leather and then sweet blackness.

Sara lay completely unconscious between Donna, who reveled in her triumph, and Emma calling out the ten count.   

 

 

Cousin Donna

"Did you ever get knocked out?"
"Yeah, a few times."
Donna and her cousin Tommy were discussing her love for mixed boxing as they walked toward the secluded shed in her back yard. Tommy, a senior at Blake Mitchell University, was staying with his cousin for the weekend.
"There was one guy I had back here on a Saturday night. I really thought I had him ready to go at the end. I pounded him for three rounds. The he landed a phantom punch and it was lights out for your cousin Donna."
Tommy looked at Donna's well sculpted ass in tight black jeans as they entered the shed and pictured her flat on her back, punched out.
"When I came around, I had to fulfill my part of the bet...he watched while went down on his girlfriend."
Tommy had another instant daydream: Donna servicing Cathy, his girlfriend.
"What about me?" he asked, excited.
"You? You I'm going to put to sleep!"
"You will?!"
Tommy was really excited.
"Yep! We'll be boxing, working each other over real good and then you'll look at my chest a moment too long and...POW!.....you're down for the count!"
Tommy's eyes never left his cousin's body from the moment he arrived the night before. He wanted his cousin since he first noticed that girls were different from guys. Donna was in her late thirties then
just getting out of her marriage to "Cheating" Uncle Ted, as he was known. From that point on, Cousin Donna was never in one place and no one saw much of her. When she did visit, Donna always gave Tommy extra long kisses and told him his eyes could steal any woman's heart.
Then, a week after he turned twenty-one, Donna invited him to the house she bought a year earlier.
"We fight until one of us is out cold," said Donna. "That's your chair for between rounds over there."
"There's going to be more than one round?"
"I doubt it." Donna replied, slamming her fist into her open palm.
Tommy looked around the finished shed. An air conditioner hummed in the wall at the far side of the structure. Donna had a folding chair of her own, directly opposite Tommy's. The floor was completely covered with thick, blue, sewn together wrestling mats. A first aid kit hung on the wall in Donna's corner.

"What happens if I get knocked out?" Tommy wondered.
"I'll give you the ten count and carry you to your room."
 "And if I knock you out?"
Donna laughed dismissively and walked slowly back to her corner, giving Tommy an enticing legs and ass show.

They both put on shorts, with Tommy in a white T-shirt and Donna in the black bikini top she wore for all her bare knuckled, mixed boxing matches. Both came out circling when the automatic buzzer screamed. Tommy could see a lot more of his cousin's tits now and caught himself staring at them like she prophesied. He was the first to start landing punches, body shots only, because he was hesitant to punch Donna in the face. A left-right to his head, that put him on his ass, got Tommy over that inhibition.
He delivered two, pitiless body shots to the older woman, following through with a right upper cut, which Donna evaded. She stepped in as Tommy's hand flew by and slugged him in the stomach.
All the air in his body instantly shot from his mouth, leaving Tommy open to a head shot. Two in a row landed and a wall of black slammed down.

"Five! Come on, boy!"
Through blurry vision and a swimming head, Tommy heard Donna counting him out. Rolling over to face the ceiling and his cousin's evil, self satisfied grin, Tommy organized his thoughts.
"SIX!"
Tommy sat up. Seeing he was fully awake, Donna stopped the count and helped him stand up.
"You want to go on?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"Yeah!" He nodded quickly. "Fuck yeah!"
He's really horny now!, Donna observed internally. If I knock him out again, he'll jizz his shorts!

As he steadied himself, Tommy looked Donna over again, his aggression returning at the sight of her naked muscular arms and strong shoulders. Most of all, Donna's deep blue eyes radiated the message "Go ahead, do it!"
Sweeping in, Tommy swung three times at his target, connecting on the second and third tries. Donna went backward, giving her opponent the opening to tag her once more.
Donna went out on her feet, standing feebly, eyes rolled up. Tommy contemplated a finishing shot, but Donna toppled over, face impacting the mats. She exhaled, smiled and went completely out.

From the First Aid kit, he retrieved the smelling salts. Tommy was elated that he had clobbered his cousin, a fluke neither of them anticipated.
Donna would want to continue the fight when she woke..as Tommy would, also.

Rolling over was slow process, even after coming completely back from La La Land. Looking up, she saw Tommy, with open phial of salts in his hand. She understood abruptly was she was on her back.
Propped up on her elbows, Donna stared silently at her cousin, revealing nothing of what she was thinking. A smile edged across her face as she stood before Tommy, who felt scared.
"Hold up, Donna, I KOed you fair and square...don't be angry..."
He was retreating across the mats, in perfect sync with Donna's pursuit. Feeling the ropes on his back, Tommy surrendered to the incoming punch which was going to hurt a lot and very likely knock him out cold. An erotic impatience filled him. Donna's eyes were so intent.
WHACK!
The right upper cut did hurt, but only for a few seconds. The image of Donna washed away.
While Donna carried Tommy over her shoulder up to her bedroom, he dreamed of fucking Wonder Woman. He loved Wonder Woman.
Whenever Donna was on top of her cousin that night, the in her eyes, both maternal and slutty, told Tommy she knew what he was deep down.

 

Boxing Isn't Sex

Joan could barely admit it to herself. She wanted Jon Amur because he knocked out women in the ring.  Being well built and darkly handsome, with blue eyes that resembled a tiger's, fired lust in a lot of women at the Amazonia Boxing Club. But standing ringside, match after match, thoroughly stoked Joan's sexual fascination. Even watching her ex girlfriend Anna hit the canvas, spark out cold, didn't upset her. Joan was exhilarated.

Amur had Joan a week before their scheduled bout. Joan knew better, she'd been fighting since her days on the woman's boxing team at Blake Mitchell University. Now at age twenty-four, she thought herself accomplished. Amur's intense eyes penetrated her soul and Joan was on her back pretty fast.
"You know you're going down for the count next Friday," Amur told Joan. Joan rested on her back, enjoying the afterglow of multiple orgasms. Sunrise flooded the room.
"Why?" she asked, with giddy surprise. "Wasn't this great?"
"It was fantastic!" replied Jon Amur in all honesty. He pulled on his pants and kissed Joan. "But boxing isn't fucking."
Joan grinned in response. "Yes it is!"

Jon Amur admitted to his friend Peter, the Amazonia's chief trainer, that Joan was great in bed.
"If I wanted a steady woman in my life," he elaborated. "It could easily be Joan."
There were, however, a lot of other women to sleep with, so Amur put Joan out in round three.
The deciding punch came in under Joan's radar. The female boxer had battled Amur steadily and that impressed him.
Hitting Amur was like punching a solid wall. When the female boxer showed signs of fatigue, Amur caught her in a clinch, whispering in her ear, "Sleep, pretty one!"
The force of the right upper cut briefly took Joan from her feet. Her brain was confused by the way the entire gym was moving away from her. Without warning, darkness consumed her. Joan dreamed of the contentment she knew being in Jon Amur's embrace.

Emerging minutes later from sleep, Joan saw Emma the Ref shining a small flash light in her eyes. Emma turned to the right and said, "No concussion that I see."
"Hey, Joan, honey, speak to us!?"
Joan followed the second voice to its source, Summer, her current girlfriend.
"Summer...I....feel..." Joan trailed off, looking at Amur standing across the ring, being worshipfully toweled down by two big chested blonds. "...think you're....beautiful..."
Emma and Summer finally got Joan on her feet. As they walked her to the dressing room, Joan watched Amur leave the ring, escorted by the blonds. There are other men, Joan thought.

Picture from Hit TheMats

 

Learn Your Place

I still have no clue of how I managed it, but No Kaut was unconscious on her bed, gloriously naked.
She was a "friend with benefits" I made at the Amazonia Boxing Club. I possess a serious jones for muscles girls, though "body builder" is the preferred term. Our first date was in a boxing ring.  It was over quickly.
No Kaut launched straight at me after the second round bell clanged. Bobbing from side to side in front of me, throwing out punches, she teased, "You want it, boy? You want it from a big girl? Do you?"
I remember the "THWACK!" of her glove on my face. As I slept on the canvas, I dreamed  of Josie, who I'd been with the week before. Standing naked in my bedroom, flashing her bright smile, Josie repeated No Kaut's taunt, "You want it, boy!?" I took Josie in my arms, whispering "Yes!" in her ear.
"He's coming around!"
Emma the Ref's voice greeted my return to consciousness. She and No Kaut were carrying me from the ring. My arms were draped over both their shoulders, my feet dragging on the canvas.
"Josie...?" I babbled.
"Josie's not here," I heard No Kaut say in her eastern European accent. "Just me!"
Both women set me down on a bed in the recovery room. "Feel better?" No Kaut purred.
"Yeah, I'll be good,"  I finally noticed she had nice blond hair.
"You looked so cute on your back, out like a light," she went on. "That's my favorite position for a man!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yep! Which do you like better for dinner: beef or fish?"
"Fish." I replied.

No Kaut didn't want a full time man in her life.
"I only want what he can do for me," she explained.
We became good friends, however, and started doing all kinds of things together. I even met her parents and sisters at holidays. But always No Kaut maintained an emotional barrier I could never break through.
She liked to wrestle with her partners. We'd make love for an hour and suddenly she demanded a wrestling session. No matter how I struggled, No Kaut would apply an inescapable sleeper hold and out would go my lights. When I revived, we were both hungry for more sex.

One sunny Spring afternoon we were entwined on my bed. I managed to break No Kaut's hold and slip behind her, snaking my arm around her neck. She knew exactly what I was about to do and began elbowing my upper body. I didn't know how to execute a sleeper, so I removed my arm from under her chin and delivered a lighting fast neck chop.
My girl let out a pained groan and collapsed against me, completely out. I rested her head on the pillows and found my iPhone.
Holy shit! I shouted to myself as I took pictures of my KOed girlfriend. She's out cold, fucking stunning!
No Kaut woke quickly, barely giving me time to stash the phone. Looking around the room as her head cleared, her eyes settled on her prone, naked body.
"What...happened...?"
No Kaut was perplexed and angry.
"I just gave you a little love tap," I stammered.
She rose from the matrress and walked toward me. "Love tap?"
"Yeah, that was all!"
No Kaut forcibly grabbed my arms and shifted me to the edge of my bed.
"This is a love tap, boy!"
POW!
Her fist put a sharp pain through my chin, lifting me in the air...then sweet oblivion!
I stumbled into the bathroom when I woke a long while later. Written on the mirror in bright red lip stick was "Come See Me When You Learn Your Place!" The print of a pair of lips was on my right cheek.

The Two Sisters

The two sisters, Hatsu and Etsu, liked the same type. Marc matched their demands perfectly - tall, broad chested and dark black hair.
Since high school both women had been, as one aunt labeled them, "boy crazy." They never experienced "falling in love," but a physical lust so intense that they thought it was love.  But prior to fucking any man, Hatsu and Etsu had to beat a potential lover in the boxing ring. Joining the Amazonia Boxing Club after graduating from Blake Mitchell University gave them access to single men who would be up for such an arrangement.
Marc was one of them.
Hatsu approached Marc by herself, explaining that she and her younger sister both liked him. Was Marc interested in boxing with two girls at once?
He was taken aback at Hatsu's directness. "I'd probably knock both of you out cold," he responded.
"Maybe, but not likely." answered Hatsu.
"Why not? Have you two tried this before?" Marc went on, drinking his coffee.
"With some men yes, we try to be careful. Eventually they went down for the count!"
"Any special rules?"
"Yes. Nothing below the belt and we fight to a knock out."
Marc looked over Hatsu's exposed shoulders, slender and smooth, and her defined biceps.
"But what if I'm the one who finally puts you and your sister out for the night? I've KOed women in the ring before."
"That's true. Etsu and I have admired your skill at the Amazonia." Hatsu sipped her coffee, grinning wolfishly across the table. "But if you did, I know you'll be a gentleman."
                                                                  

Until the match started, Marc doubted it happening. There had to be a catch. But when he arrived at one of the Amazonia's private boxing rings, Hatsu and Etsu stood inside, arms spread on the top rope, smiling at him. The muted, but persistent hope that he'd get laid during or after the bout flickered in Marc.
"Hello Hatsu!" he said, looking at both women. "And you are?"
"Etsu."
Shorter than her older sister, Etsu possessed the same silky black hair and intense brown eyes. The pair were too slender to have been working out as much as they claimed. Marc then remembered the mixed boxing rule: Never underestimate a skinny girl.
"Great! Are two ready to get knocked out?"
"Hatsu was right about you."
"Oh yeah? Right about what?" asked Marc.
"A lot of things!" Etsu answered.
"Can you handle two women at once?" Hatsu injected.
"Always have."
"When you're ready, then..." Hatsu said, anticipation in her voice.
"Before we start, I want to tell you two something really quick."
"What's that?" Etsu asked, raising her gloves to her chin.
"Good night."
Both of Mar's arms wind milled forward, bringing his gloved fists down on the girl's skulls.
Their eyes widened from the powerful impact. Eyes rolling up, Hatsu and Etsu  sighed and swayed on their feet. The canvas went out from under them and the girls landed ass first.
Air escaped their parted lips in a long, gentle sigh as their heads drooped forward.
"Out! Cold!" Marc commented and sat down in front of the slumbering fighters.

Etsu was first to return from Dreamland, head nodding slowly, side to side, until she looked at Marc.
"My head!" groaned Etsu. "You asshole...!"
Etsu shook her head to collect her senses. "Hey...Hatsu...wake up..." She nudged her sister with her shoulder.
Hatsu's body stirred and then she jerked awake, searching the ring listlessly.
"What...happened...?" Hatsu asked, vaguely.
"I knocked you two out ! I warned you this might happen, Hatsu!" explained Marc.
Pressing her glove to her forehead, Hatsu replied, "My head...you...fuck..."
"Do you ladies have a headache?"
Etsu curled her upper lip in a sneering response.
"What's it look like?" her sister demanded.
"I brought something that may make it better."
"What? You fucking yaro!" Hatsu snarled.
WHAP!
POW!

A right to Etsu's jaw, followed by a left hook to Hatsu's chin, put both women back to sleep.
Marc removed his gloves and then did the same for the senseless fighters. Tenderly, h thumbed their eyelids and rested their heads on the middle rope. Each got an affectionate kiss.
"Sweet dreams, ladies!" he said, standing up. He looked down at the slumbering Hatsu. "I told you I could handle two women."

Hatsu and Etsu woke up angry. They were pissed that the one man they both wanted to fuck had sucker punched them unconscious -Twice! The sharp blade of frustration twisted even more because they knew sex was better for them with a man they defeated.
A rematch was quickly arranged.

Marc correctly assumed the sisters wouldn't repeat the mistake of trusting him. In the first round, Marc got Etsu out of the way early with gut shot-upper cut combination which hastily put her out on the canvas. He engaged with Hatsu until the automatic bell rang.

"Take your time," he told Hatsu, who as helping her now semi conscious sister get to her feet. "I'll be in my corner till you're ready to finish this."
Hatsu guided Etsu to their corner, where she checked his sister's eyes and pulse. Marc watched them whisper and nod to each other until they came out for the second round. Marc was startled by how fast they came at him, especially Etsu, who he assumed was going to sit this out.
The girls stopped short in front of their opponent. Hatsu's left fist and Etsu's right launched upward.
Something hard hit Marc on the chin and he was out.
His eyes opened to Etsu straddling his chest. Hatsu stood a few steps away, hands behind her back.
"Boy, Marc, you were really gone!" Etsu purred.
"And he looked so cute!" Hatsu added.
"How did you two...?"
Marc tried to sit up, but Etsu kept him prone.
"We figured that if you could cheat, we could, also!"
The younger sister picked up a boxing glove and shook it over her empty hand until a heavy rectangle of lead dropped out. Etsu glanced at her sister, who produced her lead bar from behind her back.
"Loaded gloves!?" Marc genuinely angered.
"That's right!" Hatsu laughed.
"Now to make things perfect...for us!" Hatsu handed her lead bar to her sister, who placed both bars in her glove.
"I like you a lot, Marc. I've com to see this in the last thirty minutes," began Etsu, slowly pulling the loaded boxing glove over her right hand. "Hatsu just thinks you're really handsome. But I actually like you!"
Etsu shifted her hand in the glove.
"I don't know, Marc...it might be true love I'm feeling!"
"Etsu! Now wait a min...!" Marc begged when he saw her glove go behind her waist. Etsu let out a curt laugh and Marc saw an explosion of colors. Marc was spark out cold.

A week later they had their three way. The two sisters agreed that victory made it better.

 

Liz

 

The ring was whirling. Sagged on the top rope, Karen was unaware that her match with Liz was nearly over. But Karen was aware that her body was aching from the three round beating Liz had given it.
"Come on, you!" ordered Liz, clasping Karen's right arm and dog walked her victim to the middle of the canvas. As she stumbled forward slowly, Karen was suddenly very dizzy.
Liz positioned Karen's head so she could look the semiconscious fighter directly in her classy eyes. Liz began measuring out the KO punch.
Both women were good looking blonds, tall and athletic and skilled fighters. Nature had gifted them with long legs and big tits, but Karen's stood out more because of her slightly shorter frame. These qualities made Liz and Karen very attractive to men inside and outside the Amazonia Boxing Club, which was why this fight happened.
Liz and Karen had both slept with Adam and each decided that belonged to them only. Karen rarely fell for men, but she really enjoyed what Adam did for her in bed. The same applied to Liz, she was not into sharing. So she challenged Karen to a match for the exclusive rights to Adam.
"I'll hit the big titted tart so hard, she'll be out for the weekend!" Liz told Adam the night before the match. "And then you're all mine!"
Adam went along. He decided that being owned by either woman was a small price to pay for getting laid continually.

"You're ready!" Liz asserted, freeing Karen's arm to fall uselessly at her side. Karen smiled stupidly as Liz taunted "Sleep tight, bitch!" Karen wondered why Liz called her that name? A mortar shell detonated on her chin.
The punch sent Karen into the air. Her body arched and her eyes closed without a struggle. She was completely asleep.
An electric thrill raced through Liz - the pleasure of a rival prone at her feet. Liz knew that even Karen deserved a ten count, so Liz removed her gloves, got her iPhone and recorded the defeated Karen.
As Karen's mountainous breasts rose and fell and her hands twitched in the boxing gloves, a sleepy smile curled her red lips.
"Yeah, you like getting beat up by a woman!" said Liz, shipping the video clip of Karen to Adam. Included in the attached message was "This is how much I love you!"

Karen didn't get knocked out for the whole weekend, just ten minutes.
When she came to, alone on her back, she had a headache and a desire to injure Liz.

The first step was to exact the price from Adam, for throwing in with Liz.
Patiently, she waited for Adam to be alone at the Amazonia gym.
"I have something for you, Adam my luv!" Karen teased Adam from the doorway of an unoccupied dressing room.
"Like what?"
Adam couldn't believe his luck.
"Some candy for my favorite boy. Come here!"
The pair had a long kiss. Karen corralled Adam into the dressing room and toward the massage bed, shutting the door behind them.
No one heard the five punches it took to put the hurt on Adam or the one that sent him to dreamland. He was found thirty minutes later, slumped against the wall.

"Heard you hit a dry spell?" Karen taunted Liz in the Amazonia's women's locker room.
When Adam was found beaten senseless, he was sent to the hospital. He had no memory of the attack, which meant Karen was never charged. The rumor that Adam was out of commission sexually for a month spread around the Amazonia. For Karen, the story wasn't a rumor, it was a victory.
When Liz only sneered, Karen went on. "It's tough when your new partner has mobility issues for awhile. It's frustrating!"
"What do you want, Karen?" Liz spat across the room.
"To help you with all that pent up misery...you need a good night's sleep!"
"Name the time and place."
"Saturday night, main ring!"
"Done!"

Emma the Ref doubled checked that the ambulance service was on her contacts list. One of these two is getting hospitalized, Emma thought as she reviewed the rules with Liz and Karen. Or maybe both.
The first two rounds flew by with nothing certain, except that both fighters were very angry.
Liz wanted to repeat her victory as soon and as painfully as possible. She struck Karen hard and frequently. The other blond dodged and blocked as effectively as she could, but learned retreat was a better tactic.
Late in the third, a flash punch hammered the right side of Liz's face. She walked into a wall of black and felt the sensation of stumbling. Liz was supported by Emma's arms when the wall fell away. Her legs were collapsed and feet dragging on the canvas.
"Where?" Liz murmured blankly to Emma, who successfully placed the fighter on her feet.
"What's your name?" asked Emma.
"It's Liz...I can fight!"
Emma studied Liz, asking the boxer three more questions. Emma signaled for the match to continue.

Karen tore into her rattled opponent, working her mid section until shifting to head shots. Worn down, Liz quickly found her strength draining and mental focus fragmenting. Liz eventually fell, crashing loudly at Karen's feet. Liz swam in blissful darkness.
Emma pointed to the neutral corner, where Karen strutted, fists raised in triumph even before the ten count began. Emma and Liz's second, Jasmine, carried the limp fighter to the recovery room.
When she returned to the conscious world, Liz saw she was laying on a bed.
"Shit!" she blurted.