The Jag

Atomic Girl was always an early riser, unlike Warren, who enjoyed sleeping in. Especially after spending the night with his new girlfriend. Atomic Girl was happy with a man for the first time in a long while.
She contemplated that fact as she showered and put on her outfit for the assignment she'd received the previous evening. As a senior agent with Justice Force, the female-lead crime fighting organization,
Atomic Girl (real name Cassandra Morel) was given important jobs like bringing in escaped super criminals such as The Jag, aka Lucas Mace.
"We have intel that Mace is in vicinity, preparing for a new heist," said Scarlet Vixen, Atomic Girl's direct supervisor. "I need you to bring him in before he can execute his plans."
Atomic Girl shuddered imperceptibly. That was a name she wasn't expecting to hear so soon.
"I have texted you the location of his hideout," Scarlet Vixen continued, unaware of the shock she just administered to one of her best operatives.
Two years ago, Atomic Girl had an unauthorized sexual affair with The Jag. From his beginnings as a forger, thief and counterfeiter, The Jag had moved into the illegal acquisition and resale of high end automobiles, especially Jaguars which got him his nickname. Atomic Girl was tasked with ending his operations.
Her first encounter with the darkly handsome, sophisticated super criminal ended with the pair making rapturous love in The Jag's penthouse For five months, the mismatched couple carried on a secret relationship, while Atomic Girl delayed arresting her new bed partner. Finally, the bite of  conscience was too harsh and she turned The Jag over to the authorities. He was sentenced to considerable time in jail.
Now The Jag was free.

The warehouse where The Jag reported to be was empty. Atomic Girl explored it carefully and found no evidence of habitation until she entered what used to be an office. An envelope, addressed to her, was propped up on a table. Inside the card was inscribed "Sweet dreams, my precious one!"
Lucas! was Atomic Girl's immediate thought. That was what he'd say to me when I'd fall asleep in his arms!
WHACK!
A neck chop, brutal and sudden, sent Atomic Girl staggering. A pair of strong, welcoming arms caught the crime fighter as she toppled.
Luuuu...caass...?" Atomic Girl sighed as darkness slipped into her eyes. Two more groans escaped her lips. Another strike to her neck finished her. The pain subsided and her body relaxed. Atomic Girl heard a female voice sneer, "Good girls are so stupid!" as she went into complete slumber.

Atomic Girl recovered slowly. When her vision finally cleared, The Jag stood before her.
"Cassie!? Cassie! Can you hear me?"
His voice, deep and strong, stirred inside Atomic Girl.
"Wha...wa...happened...?" the crime fighter muttered.
"The Jag clobbered you!" It was the same female voice Atomic Girl heard before she went under. "Just like you deserved!"
"None of that, Cat Girl, my love!" scolded The Jag, still looking into his former lover's eyes. "I apologize for this trap, Cassie, but we have unfinished business."
Lifting her hands to massage her sore neck, Atomic Girl discovered she was not only wearing red boxing gloves, but dressed in matching boxing gear. All three of them were in a boxing ring.
"Hey! Who the hell changed me out of my body suit?!"
"It was me," confessed The Jag. "I still can't completely trust Cat Girl around a vulnerable, unconscious female."
Cat Girl stepped out from behind The Jag and blew Atomic Girl an unwanted kiss.

"I really felt strongly about you, Cassie," The Jag continued. "And you betrayed and abandoned me over a rule book."
Atomic Girl glanced at Cat Girl, who stood smugly beside The Jag, fist on her hips. "You seem to have made out all right!"
Cat Girl let out a curt laugh. "Nothing would make me happier than to watch you get beat up!"
"And you, will my love!" The Jag looked intently at Atomic Girl. "Let's go, we have to settle matters!"
 "Fine!" Atomic Girl answered, standing up.
Anger drove Atomic Girl to engage with The Jag - anger at walking into an ambush, anger that Lucas and his bitch KOed her, and anger that he was sleeping with a tramp like Cat Girl.
"It's nap time, sweetheart!" declared The Jag, turning back to his corner, where Cat Girl tied on his boxing gloves.
"Fight!" she called out when he was ready.

The former lovers circled each other, aware of each others physical capabilities. Despite his lean body, The Jag hit hard and with precision. Attacking too soon would be a serious error, Atomic Girl knew. And they hesitated because they wanted to see each other before one of them went to the canvas, bruised and unconscious.
The Jag connected first, a right to Atomic Girl's head, which smarted. That received a sly look appreciation from his opponent and they both let their fists fly.

The male fighter asserted himself quickly, attacking where he knew Atomic Girl was weakest. She felt him targeting her midsection, trying to wear her down, saving the head shots for the knock out punch. Atomic Girl blocked and countered as her training and experience had taught her.
The Jag barely acknowledged the impact of Atomic Girl's fists, but she knew the longer they fought each other the hornier Lucas would become.
"Thinking of other things, Lucas?!" taunted Atomic Girl. "Be careful or I might put you out!"
The Jag's body suddenly came at her, arms swinging. One of his fists collided with her head and the lights went off. She knew she had been knocked out, so Atomic Girl settled into the warm sensation of falling through darkness.

For the few minutes Atomic Girl was out cold, she dreamt of Warren. There was something so strong and reassuring in this man she loved. It was the same quality that drew her to The Jag so long ago.
"Hey!...What's going on..." Atomic Girl groaned as she reentered the conscious world.
"My man knocked you out!" Cat Girl hissed as she untied The Jag's gloves.Atomic Girl forced herself to sit up.
"We're not finished here!" she said moving across the ring.
"We are finished here, Cassie!" The Jag said, turning to Atomic Girl. "My purpose was to humiliate you and I have. If you want to bring me to justice, just try it! But remember it was the man who knew you so well that laid you out!"
Atomic Girl spun The Jag around by his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their furious kiss lasted a minute. "Good night, asshole!" she spat and slugged The Jag dead on his jaw.
Instantly, his eyes snapped shut and went to the canvas unconscious.
"Now for you!" Atomic Girl exclaimed as she stepped over The Jag.
Cat Girl began a paniced retreat. "Now wait a second, none of this is my idea!"
Cat Girl quickly ran out of space and knew what the good girl was about to unleash. "You're getting upset over nothing!"
Cat Girl bumped against the ropes.
"Hey, what's one tiny knockout between us girls?"
"You're about to find out!" Atomic Girl said.
WHAM!
The punch spun Cat Girl in a half circle. She smiled at the glimmering lights exploding around her and landed next to The Jag. Atomic Girl glanced at The Jag and wanted him again. Then she thought about Warren at home and left her tormentors sprawled on the canvas.

Taken by Josee

I get off on boxing female body builders because I hope to heaven I'll get laid. Sometimes I have. Occasionally, I'll come around in the recovery room of the Amazonia Boxing Club and see The Look in my former opponent's eyes. You know it. The "Eager Predator" gleam that says: "We need to fuck now!"
Of course gloving up with a woman built like Josee, you can expect to be knocked out cold. She was a well developed girl in her late 20s, I guess, who had been boxing since she was eight years old and body building since fifteen.
I assume she heard about me from other women at the Amazonia, since she issued the challenge for a private, KOs only match, instead of the other way around. The emphasis Josee placed on "private" really got me stoked.

Josee stalked me in the ring from the start, pounding me whenever she felt the urge.
"I'm not KOing you yet!" she told me with a smile that illuminated her face. "I want you to have a chance to look me over. Give you something to dream about!"
I had looked her over  from the second Josee stepped through the ropes.

She had a slender waist that contrasted perfectly with her muscular thighs. Josee seemed to be looking into your soul with sharp brown eyes, that never revealed the conclusions she had come to. Her fists rested tentatively at her sides, ready to test how good a fighter an opponent was.
"I heard all about you  in the women's locker room!" Josee informed me as we exchanged punches. She was hitting me harder then in round one.
"Yeah?"
"The girls have a bunch of names for you."
WHAP! BAP!
Those red gloves hammered my face like pistons. "Dolomite, for one!"
BAM! SOCK!
I was dizzy from left-right combination Josee followed up with.
"Captain Marble!" she chuckled.
BAM! BAM!
Josee landed a body shot that took the wind from me and a right to my chin that put me in a daze.
"Mr. Five Hour Fuck!"
WHAM!
"And my favorite, 'Honey Stick' !"
POW!
That punch exploded on my jaw. Then I felt myself bounce off the ropes. I sank to the canvas, already slipping away to Dreamland.

Josee's lips pressed against mine. Her kiss was loving and seemed to last forever. I was barely aware that Josee's gloves batted the erection that made a tent in the front of my trunks.
"Oh, yeah! You're mine, boy!" I heard as I fell sideways into sleep.



When I emerged from blackness, I saw Josee's eyes probing me.
"Come on, wake up, Mr. Hammer Cock!" she whispered, coyly.
I was slumped in the folding chair in my corner, back resting on the turnbuckle. Groggy as I was, one thing was clear: the "Eager-Predator" look radiated from Josee's eyes.
Josee stood and began working down the black satin trunks she'd worn for the match, revealing the demure red panties that quickly fell to her ankles. Slowly stepping out the small pile of clothing, she abruptly kicked them across the ring.
I thought Josee wanted cunny. I would have dove in, face first, literally, if she hadn't turned around and bent over.
I was speechless.
Josee's fine, toned ass was a few inches from my face.
"Go ahead!" she told me loudly. "If you want some, you got to kiss some!"
I held back a moment and then my lips smacked her buttocks. When I felt the well developed gluts beneath the smooth brown skin I was powerfully aroused. I pressed the side of my face against her buttocks between smooches.
"That's right!...You know it!" Josee praised me. "Don't stop till I tell you to. Because when you're done back there, I'm gonna KNOCK...YOU...OUT!"
Finally, after five minutes of my adoration, Josee ordered me to my feet. "Monique was so right about you, you love muscle girls!"
The beautiful, half naked amazon slipped her right hand into a boxing glove.
"Like I promised, you're about to go out...and for a long while!" Josee cocked her arm back behind her waist. "You ready, pussy worshiper?"
WHAP!
The sound of leather smacking my chin echoed around the ring. I saw blackness and fell in love with Josee.

I awoke from the second knock out of the day in Josee's bedroom. She told me I'd slept through the thirty minute ride to her house.
"Look what I have for you!" asked Josee, gleefully.
I realized we were both naked just as Josee held up her iPhone and touched the screen. I suddenly saw my new lover and I boxing from more than an hour ago. Josee had secretly recorded everything!
I watched Josee kiss me after she knocked me out the first time. I gently fell forward when she slugged me the second time. Josee expertly went to one knee and I landed over her shoulder. Smiling into the camera, she carried me from the ring, a triumphant amazon.
Setting the cell phone aside, Josee mounted me.
"From now on, if you need any encouragement," she informed me. "I'll just show you that!"
My cock penetrated her effortlessly. "Not that you ever will...!"

The Dirty Boy

Gary had been on a tear for the last six months at the Amazonia Boxing Club, especially with the forty plus aged members of the Cougar Clique.
Anna, in fantastic shape at age fifty one, had Gary first. They fucked every night for a week before she moved on. Gary gave her the false impression of being heartbroken, guilting Anna into introducing him to Lynda.
Lynda challenged Gary to a private match at the Amamzonia, with her daughter Cleo along as referee.
By round five, Lynda was unconscious on the canvas. Her daughter was very happy to count her out and declare Gary the winner of the bout. A week later, they had a three way. Lynda had to fuck the man who knocked her cold. Cleo was infatuated with the man who clobbered her mother.

Veronica Mitchell had heard all the details about Gary's encounters with Anna and Lynda and knew instinctively what Gary was after. So she challenged him to a KOs only match.
His appeal was obvious to Veronica. The well built, handsome, black haired graduate student was always poised and ready - either to fight or make love.

Veronica came out swinging in round one, which gratified her opponent because he enjoyed women who were looking for a fight. Punches flew between the two boxers. Veronica seemed to flinch each time a glove connected with her head or torso, getting Gary more and more excited.
This one wants to get laid so bad!, Veronica told herself in the third round. Gary had become increasingly aggressive, trying deliberately to end the fight with a knockout. But Veronica always danced away just as he was piling on the effective blows.
"Know why I dared you to have this fight, Gary?" Veronica asked him. The pair were nearly on top of each other.
"Why?" he responded, blocking Veronica's right.
"I have something I need to tell you! It's really important!"
She hammered Gary twice directly in the face. He fired back with two jabs of his own. "Yeah? What?"
"Gary," she started, smiling evilly. "I'm your mother!"
"What!?"
An electric shock locked him in place.
WHAP!!
An upper cut exploded on Gary's chin. He didn't react at first, stunned by Veronica's punch and even more by what she had just revealed. Reality was slipping out from under the young boxer. He focused on Veronica's gorgeous tits. As a wave of pleasure rushed through his body, Gary went to the canvas, dreaming of the feel of Lynda's body.

For a few days, Gary wouldn't believe what Veronica had told him before putting out his lights.
The woman he wanted to fuck from the moment he saw her was his real mother? The fact that his desire for Veronica had only increased since their match didn't upset Gary. It stoked his lust even more.
"You're not really my mother!' Gary asserted to Veronica. They both sat in the living room of Gary's apartment. "You just sucker punched me to win the match."
Veronica ran her fingers down the side of Gary's cheek and gave him a long kiss. "You see, Gary, I had you when I was very young, just out of high school. I had to give you up. I couldn't be your mother...then..."
Veronica drew even closer to Gary, who stammered, "I look just like my father..."
"There were so many men back then...I sort of lost track..."
No! No! Gary thought as his hands undid the buttons on Veronica's blouse. After pushing it from her shoulders, he kissed her bare breasts, enjoying the smoothness of the flesh. He wanted to stop even as they kissed a second time. But when their tongues began dancing, Gary surrendered.
"It's okay, Gary, you can't help it!" Veronica murmured as they moved to his bedroom. "You're the Dirty Boy I knew you would be!"
They spent the afternoon in each others arms. Gary didn't think about what he was doing, about what line he had crossed. He concentrated on the body that he rolled between the sheets with, the slender, powerful body that often pinned him beneath it. This was the most pleasurable experience of his life.

Gary was stirred awake by Veronica's voice calling his name. She wore her tight blue jeans, but her ample chest was still bare.
"I've got to go, Gary!"
"What!? Why?"
Gary never wanted Veronica to leave
"Because I'm done here," Veronica explained, pulling on her blouse.
"But...but...you're my moth..."
Veronica gave her former bed partner a cynical stare.
"I'm not really your mother, idiot!"
Heartbreak drained all the post coital bliss Gary was feeling.
"Everyone at the Amazonia calls you 'Cougar Bait'! You can't get enough of over forty women. I just told you what you were dying to hear!"
Veronica authoritatively fastened the last button on her blouse.
"And I'm glad I did that, because you REALLY delivered the orgasms....Mommy's Dirty Boy!"
Gary leapt at Veronica with unthinking anger. Her right fist hooked on his chin, knocking the young man out cold. Gary flopped on the mattress like a discarded rag doll.
"Dirty Boy wanted to fight Mommy?" she taunted the unconscious male in a mock maternal voice.

 

 

Monica's Fight

 

That bastard put me out! was Monica's first complete thought when she saw Emma the Ref raising Will's right hand in the air, announcing his victory.

Monica's body refused to move, so her seconds, Louis and Kaylee, helped her sit up. Monica was still seeing stars.

"What...happened..." Monica asked Louis.

"You got decked!" answered Louis.

Monica was trying to stand on wobbly legs, supported by her two friends.

"Will got in some good, lucky shots and you were gone," Kaylee added.

Those last moments trickled into Monica's consciousness. The challenge match between Will and herself was near the end of the round five. Both were evenly skilled fighters, but Will landed a sudden left-right combination and finished with an upper cut. The first two punches dazed the female boxer. The last blow made her sleep.

"This was too early, I told you!" Kaylee was speaking what she and Louis knew was true. Louis had begun unlacing Monica's gloves the moment she sat down in her corner.

"I never even saw it!" Monica insisted, unheeding of Kaylee.

Louis stopped removing the bandages from her hands. "And that's because you weren't ready to fight Will! I've known him for five years and that's four and half more years training and experience than you have."

Louis went silent for a minute, cutting away the rest of the wrappings. "I'm sorry about this, Monica..."

When they first met at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Monica was immediately impressed by how good a boxer Louis was,as he sparred with Kaylee. But Monica held back her emotions until she felt she could trust Louis. When she finally relented and took him to bed, their love making cleaved her soul.
A new energy erupted in Monica. In her following bouts, three of her opponents were knocked out cold and had to be carried from the ring. A male adversary was next.


Despite Louis and Kaylee's objections, Monica publicly challenged Will.


Monica threw herself back into training- running, sparing, rope work. At first Louis was impressed. And then Monica told him why she was working so hard.
"I'm taking Will on in a rematch," she told him one night in bed. "And I'm going to win."
"Will knows better, he'll tell you 'No'," suggested Louis, hopefully.
"I already spoke to him about it, he said whenever I was ready."
"Christ, you are serious!"
 "I am."
"Don't do this. Will is a seasoned fighter."
"And I'm not?" Monica demanded.
"Not yet! You're getting there, for sure. But not right now!"
Louis leaned toward Monica, first tentatively and then strongly, kissing her. His hands gently moved over her bare thighs and under panties. Returning Louis' kisses, Monica was consumed by arousal.
"Okay, no!" blurted Monica, rolling out of Louis' embrace.
"You're fucking joking!" he blurted in return, as exasperated as Monica had been insistent.
"No."
"How long until the fight!?"
"Just a month." Monica read the distress in Louis. "I'm sorry, I don't like doing this. You know our time with each other is special to me!"
Louis' face was a blank.
"I need to win this fight!"
"No, you don't!" Louis insisted and abruptly turned his back to Monica.


Self-denial was hard on Monica, also. Continual training with Kaylee burned off some of the pent up energy, but not enough. Monica's opponents in three matches, Jasmine, Cathy, and Karen, were left bruised and unconscious on the canvas.

"This won't last much longer. The match is the first of next month." Kaylee told Louis, while they both watched Monica punish a heavy bag with gloved fists.
"Yes, I know."
Kaylee knew Louis was unsettled, even as he watched his girlfriend become a better fighter. She suspected he was jealous of Monica's transformation, though he would never admit that. Monica had been a good friend to Kaylee during and after Kaylee's divorce and Kaylee had always liked Louis.
They should not split up over this, Kaylee decided.


"What are you doing on Saturday?" she asked Louis, knowing the answer already.
"Nothing. Monica's going to see her sister in Scotch Plains."
"Come over to my place for lunch...we'll have a beer after."
Louis shot a look of surprise at his friend. "Of course."
Monica might have seen Kaylee affectionately stroke her boyfriend's arm, but she was concentrating too hard.
Louis understood that Kaylee was being a friend and it would only be one night. He always admired Kaylee's ass.

Will figured the rematch was personal. That Monica hated him over the knockout he gave her. Now, watching Monica in her corner, he understood that she was trying to prove herself. Did Louis grasp that?, he wondered as Emma the Ref waved them to the center of the ring. No, he loves her too much.
"Are the rules clear?" asked Emma. Monica nodded quickly.
Will disregarded the question. "Monica, what are you trying to prove?"
Monica felt like she'd been stabbed.
"And who are you trying to prove it to?"
Will walked back to his corner before Monica could answer.

The first two rounds slipped by quickly. Will aggressively engaged the female fighter, keeping her on the defensive, but not doing any real damage. He was testing Monica, as a master probes to see how much an apprentice has learned.
Monica struck hard in the rounds that followed. His battered face and belly taught Will that Monica had changed. Only his ring experience, that told him how a woman as determined and angry as his opponent was, allowed Will to control the battle.
"You've done well, Monica," he whispered to her in a deliberate clinch. "You fought very well!"
He hammered Monica's midsection three times, mercilessly.
"Sweet dreams, Monica!"
Will's right sent Monica sprawling onto the ropes. Before she could recollect her senses and defend herself, Monica took a shot to the button of her chin.
Standing flat footed, Monica heard nothing. The crowd of female spectators screaming for Will to finish her off, Louis and Kaylee's shouts - instantly obliterated. Monica began drifting to the canvas, struggling to stay up as her body turned with the grace and beauty of a ballerina. Warm, comforting blackness cushioned her impact.

Emma the Ref completed the ten count quickly. She was crowded by Louis and Kaylee before she even finished declaring Will's victory. Monica slumbered for three minutes in her boyfriend's arms, until smelling salts brought her back.

  

An Appointment With the Canvas

Kiki, big breasted and curvy, was used to not always being the body type some clients wanted. Alex craved amazons. Kiki put him in touch with Michelle, who possessed defined biceps and well developed thighs. She and Alex discussed their session over breakfast at a diner a few blocks from the Amazonia Boxing Club.
Michelle was a dancer before moving to session work with both men and women. Unlike her friend Kiki, who saw "one on ones" as a lucrative supplement to her acting career, Michelle had found her vocation.
Beating up people, especially men, gave Michelle a taste of control that she only felt vaguely working at strip clubs. As Alex described what he wanted from their session, Michelle saw that he was in great shape and was aroused by her presence. This was confirmation of a truth she learned as a dancer: The key to control was not knowing who someone was, but what they wanted.
Michelle had no objections to Alex's requirements and concluded the arrangements quickly. Their hands touched intimately as Alex pushed an envelope of 20s and 50s across the table.

"How do you want to start? Punch out or sleeper?"
Alex stood looking into Michelle's brown eyes, entranced. He had fought mixed matches at the Amazonia and slept with many of his opponents, but he was never this excited.
"Punch out!" he blurted.
"Good! Glove up, you have an appointment with the canvas!"
It was late on a Saturday afternoon and the couple were in the ring of the former Curvies fitness center on Route 46, that Kiki used for session work. Kiki was letting her borrow the facility.
"You know I'm knocking you out, why are you trying?" taunted Michelle as the encounter started.  "You're gonna see darkness in a minute!"
They exchanged close blows. It was clear Alex was a good fighter, he connected  a string of strong punches that Michelle absorbed, while watching him like a lover anticipating an orgasm from her beloved.
"Lights out, sexy!"
Michelle hammered home a sharp upper cut, putting Alex on the canvas. She gave him a ten count, although he couldn't hear it. A sensation of strength filled Michelle.
He's definitely going to cum when he wakes up, thought Michelle.
Alex did after he woke five minutes later. Michelle helped him sit up. Even though Alex was groggy from being knocked out and coitus, Michelle saw fresh arousal in his eyes.

Alex changed into black sweat pants and a white T-shirt. Michelle wore  a one piece bathing suit, which displayed her ample cleavage.
"I might put you under, Michelle." Alex suggested.
Michelle let out a giggle and moved out of her corner. Aggression? I must really be stoking his fire, she concluded.
"Who, me? Out cold in your arms? You can dream about it  when my tits become your pillows!"
The image stabbed Alex.
Rolling together, struggling for domination, Michelle enjoyed how Alex felt up her thighs, ass and breasts whenever he had a chance.
"Okay, Alex..."
"What?! Why....Offff!"
Michelle seamlessly slipped Alex's embrace and swung behind him, arms wrapping around his throat.
Alex automatically jostled, pulling at her biceps. Michelle waited five seconds and constricted the hold.
"Time to be KOed, Honey Stick!" Michelle whispered coyly in her victim's ear. "Seeing stars?"
A soft grunt signaled Alex was still conscious. His hands were resting on Michelle's naked thighs. Her fading voice was promising Alex so much when he came back. Alex slid down a black hole.

Stars were still spinning before his eyes when Alex emerged from the sleeper hold knock out. He saw Michelle standing over him. "How was that?"
Alex muttered "Great....!"
A twenty-something Asian girl in boxing gear walked into Alex's vision, rhythmically banging  her gloves together.
"This is Lin, Alex." Michelle said. "She's in love with you."
Alex was unable to speak.
Lin was smaller than Michelle, but just as athletic. And pretty.
"I'm really in love with you, Alex. Understand?"
Lin gave Alex a long kiss. "Since the moment I saw you out like a light in Michelle's arms!"
Michelle broke in. "But we have a problem."
"How?" Alex stammered.
"I'm in love with you, too."
"You...."
"More than Lin! So she and I are going to fight for you. The winner gets to keep you for herself!"
Lin smiled invitingly at Alex.

Michelle's punches hit in a slow rhythm now. Lin was basically out on her feet, barely aware how her head was being jerked by Michelle's gloved fists.
They were mid way through round three. Michelle went to work on the smaller woman in the second, punishing Lin's body. Now Michelle was about to make this the last round.
A single upper cut froze Lin in her tracks, a few feet from Alex, who watched the match from outside the ropes.
"Ready for sleep?"
Michelle tilted her rival's head to the best position to launch her to Dreamland.
The second upper cut lifted Lin a few inches in the air. Lights shone briefly in her head, then her sore body was soothed by darkness.
Alex jumped eagerly through the ropes to watch Michelle count Lin out. There was no movement from the defeated boxer but the sporadic twitching of her arms the and the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
"You're out!" Michelle declared and removed her gloves to check Lin's eyes. They were completely rolled up. "Yep, she's out cold!" Michelle threw a lurid grin at Alex.
"You're in love with Sleeping Beauty!?"
Distracted by the presence of the unconscious woman, Alex shook his head. Lin was beautiful!
"You fucking loved that! Two women beating each other up over you and the stronger one sends Sleeping Beauty to La La Land!"
Michelle caressed Lin's exposed inner thighs, her hand slipping under Linn's gym shorts. "She's so vulnerable!"
Alex reached down to touch Lin's face.
"Let's take her back to your place!" blurted Michelle, gleefully. Alex snapped back his hand. "I'll drive your car! Grab her legs, Alex!"
The slumbering girl's limbs yielded to their hands as she was carried out of the ring to the back door.

The ride took fifteen minutes. Michelle was up front, while Alex tenderly cradled the out cold Lin in his arms.
Some guys will surprise you, Michelle observed, checking the rear view mirror reflection of the back seat. He hasn't even taken the slightest advantage. Michelle kept a steady watch on Alex, but she knew he'd do nothing, even if he were alone. This is how he wants it.

They settled Lin on Alex's bed. As if on cue, she slowly came out of the knock out. eventually, she was able to sit up.
"Wow, Michelle, you got me good! You're the better woman. I don't remember anything!"
Lin smiled at Alex. "I don't think we have to fight over you. Right?"
"Yeah!"
"I can learn to share you. Is that okay, Michelle?"
"Not a problem."
Alex and Michelle helped Lin get undressed.

The two women left Alex's house at eight a.m. He was still fast asleep, exhausted from their three way, so Michelle and Lin wedged their business cards in the bathroom mirror.
They were silent on the taxi cab ride back to Curvies, where their cars sat overnight. Both were satisfied with how things had gone with Alex. Lin was beginning to like this work - getting laid a lot, making great money, and, she admitted only to herself, the excitement she felt at being the loser.
"You did great, Lin," said Michelle when they got to cars. "You took that knock out like a pro!"
Michelle handed the younger woman a small bundle of fifty dollar bills.
"I enjoyed Alex a lot," Lin stated.
They fell into a long, passionate kiss.
"Are you sure I can't see until Thursday?" asked Lin.
"You know...busy, busy, busy!"
Lin gave Michelle a teasing frown. "Okay, see you then."

Ursula

 

Looking for the right man brought Ursula to, among other places, the Amazonia Boxing Club. The search started after she became captain of the women's boxing team at Blake Mitchell University, where Ursula earned an education degree. It wasn't that Ursula was on a desperate husband hunt, that would be one of the results of finding "the right man."
Skilled in the ring and the bedroom, Ursula preferred male opponents in both areas. The search only yielded a bunch of flings and the three long term boyfriends, who had the potential she hoped to cultivate.

The twenty-three year old Ursula, into her second year as a kindergarten teacher, realized the search wasn't going to be over soon. Leaned back on the ropes of a ring at the Amazonia, Ursula caught her breath  as she looked down at Connor, who lay out cold from a merciless right hook.
Despite all his positive qualities, Connor wasn't "right" either. Another dead end, Ursula told herself. She wanted to tell Connor it was over when he came around, but then she smiled at the bulge growing in the front of his trunks.
It can wait till the morning, thought Ursula as she retrieved the smelling salts.

"She is definitely a  cross between Venus and an Amazon," Ryan said to James, one of his friends at the Amazonia. They were both watching Ursula work out on a heavy bag. James nodded in agreement. "I forget, Ryan, are you an ass or tits man?"
"Tits."
"Well, she's gifted there."
James had encountered Ursula previously and got laid out in round five, making him warier of her than Ryan was. "You gonna try and get with her?"
"After I knock her out!" Ryan declared, getting up from the bench he'd been sitting on.
"Good hunting," James called out to him as Ryan strode toward Ursula.
"Hey, Ursula, how goes it?"
"Not bad. You?"
Ursula went on hitting the bag.
"Good. You want to fight?"
"With you?"
"And no one else."
Ursula stepped away from the heavy bag to inspect Ryan.
"Sure." she said after some consideration. "I have two rules."
"Oh yeah?" asked Ryan, staring at Ursula's chest for fifth time in two minutes.
"I fight to KOs only,"
"Fine."
"And if I knock you out...and I will...you have to go down on me when you recover."
"Great!" Ryan complied, smiling. "What if I put you out?"
"If that happens..." Ursula smiled dismissively. "You and I have a date."

"See anything you like, Ryan?"
Ryan struggled fiercely to keep his cool at seeing Ursula standing in her corner, naked except for her black boxing gloves.
"I wanted you to have something nice to dream about while you're out for the count at my feet!" she chirped. "Get a good look!"
Ryan drank in Ursula's naked body thoroughly before he spoke. "I heard that woman who boxes naked is up to no good."
"That's exactly what I'm up to!" Ursula declared, happily raising her fists.
The couple battled immediately. For a horny male at close quarters with a naked woman, who possessed just the kind of breasts he liked, Ryan did very well. He took the KO punch in round three.
When he woke, he saw Ursula rested on the ropes a few feet away.
"You all right, sweetie?" she flirted. "Cause you're going to be busy!"
She let her right glove drift to her upper thigh, directing Ryan to her pussy.
When he was able to stand, Ryan moved quickly, falling to hi knees at Ursula's feet. As his tongue probed for her clit, Ursula's upper body pressed into the ropes as the first wave of pleasure consumed her.
Pressing her gloves on the back of Ryan's head, Ursula forced his face deeper into her thighs. She verbally encouraged Ryan's efforts, which gave her orgasm after orgasm. Unsteady on her feet when she ordered Ryan to stand up, Ursula aimed her right glove at his chin.
"Thought you were going to get laid?!" Ursula taunted her unconscious lover. "Maybe sometime! Sleep tight!"

The rematch that Ryan demanded was over quickly. Clothed in trunks and a sports bra this time, Ursula bounded at Ryan when the bell clanged. For a minute, she pounded on her opponent and knocked him out cold. With little effort, she flipped Ryan over her shoulder like the goddess Diana returning from the hunt and took him home.

"You're so close, Ryan! You know that?"
Ryan dreamily kissed Ursula's smooth belly as he gently felt her breasts. "Close to what?"
"To me."
"I can't think how we could get closer."
Ryan was spent from their all night love making and only wanted to rest against Ursula's warm body.
"Could I see your driver's license, Ryan?"
"Why?"
Ryan reached down to his jeans beside the bed, took out his wallet and handed Ursula the small, laminated card. She glanced at it quickly.
"Not far away."
Ryan never saw Ursula's fist as it hooked upward to his chin. The lights went out and he flopped on the mattress. Ryan woke in his own bed, pissed off at Ursula and his weak chin.

                                  

They both felt a rush at the clang of the automatic bell.
Ryan was even angrier now, a month since spending the night with Ursula. Ursula had ignored him at the Amazonia and never responded to his text messages, until Ryan asked for a second rematch. With deep satisfaction, Ursula had watched Ryan climb into the ring.
"What was that cheap shot in your bed about?" Ryan asked. The pair were already assaulting each other. Ursula was excited by the force behind Ryan's punches.
"Cheap shot? That was a love tap! Can't you tell the difference?"
Ryan answered with a combination to her midsection.
"And you couldn't answer  simple text?"
"I was busy. I met a new guy named James!"
A hard jab popped Ryan's head back painfully. He pressed forward, firing back at Ursula.
"I hope you don't mind me getting with your buddy? I fought him before, so I thought I'd give him a test drive."
Three punches exploded on Ryan, two in his belly and the last on his jaw. His vision spun.
No!, Ryan told himself and launched a right to Ursula's head.
The blond amazon saw flashing lights. The canvas fell out from under her feet and Ursula bounced  off the ropes as she collapsed. Her entire body relaxed, leaving her weak as a kitten.
"I knew...it..." she murmured as Ryan sat her up in his arms. "I knew you were that kind..."
Eyes fluttering, Ursula's head lolled onto Ryan's arms and she was out.

Carmella

                                   


As Robert lay on his stomach, affectionately caressing Carmella's breasts, his lover felt a compulsion to punch him out.
There was no rational motivation  for this impulse. Robert had been a fun date, who paid for dinner and gave her multiple orgasms. At that moment, he was telling Carmella how much he liked her and admired her as a fighter. Carmella felt giddy with happiness.
"Hey, Rob...?"
"Yeah? What's up, honey?"
BAP!
The painful impact of Carmella's bare fist put him out instantly.
Sprawled unconscious on the mattress, Robert looked so cute to Carmella. She was happy she had followed her instinct.
Carmella checked Robert's eyes, seeing only whites. Leaping from the bed, she looked adoringly at Robert as she got dressed. The exhilaration she felt leaving Robert's house stayed with Carmella all day. She knew she'd hear from him soon.


                                                            

Carmella had always been a skinny girl, but training at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Skin art of vibrant blues and reds covered her upper body, making her attractive to men and women.
She never boxed women.
Carmella left a lot of men asleep on the canvas. And if a felled opponent was only dazed or groggy, she was not shy about a follow up cheap shot to the prone fighter's chin. The women spectators at these matches always cheered her on.
Things went differently with Robert when he asked Carmella for a match. He was pummeled for three rounds. Carmella read the pleasure Robert got from her beating him and knocked him out cold as he approached climax.
After Emma the Ref counted Robert out and declared Carmella's victory, Carmella leaned into his face. The spectators went silent, anticipating the "WHACK!" of the final punch to Robert's chin.  Instead, Carmella kissed her victim. Shock spread among the women who gathered for the match, especially Sophia, Carmella's girlfriend.

"It was nothing," explained Carmella on the subway ride back to their apartment. "He just looked so cute."
Sophia glared back, disbelieving. Early in their romance, Carmella acknowledged that she had been with men. They were "spasms," desire that came and went and only meaningful as orgasms.
"Beating up some schmuck with a raging boner and then kissing him in front of everyone isn't 'nothing'!" Sophia shot back.
Neither of them talked for the rest of the night.

  
                                                                                                                

Thoughts of Robert wouldn't leave Carmella alone. A weird happiness seized her when she saw Robert at the Amazonia or any place else. It was his image that Carmella gratified herself to when Sophia wasn't around.
Carmella's "happiness" eventually became too much for her and she had Robert in bed again. She noticed that Robert adored her body art. Or better, adored the body covered in the tattoos of brilliant red and blue.
"I want to be in you," he told her once after they spent most of the afternoon making love.
"You just were!"
"No, I mean in 'you' ! In your skin!"
Robert pressed his lips on Carmella's multicolored shoulder. "In that skin!"
"Well, Rob, I encourage you to keep trying..."

Her first thought was that Carmella was unfaithful with another woman, maybe someone at the her job managing a bakery or maybe at the Amazonia. Carmella was more attentive to Sophia in the last few weeks, letting Sophia choose what they would have for diner. And Carmella made love with renewed energy.
By chance, Sophia heard two men at the Amazonia talking about how Robert was "plugging a dyke." Enraged, she wanted to strangle Carmella. She calmed down, however, when she realized she might lose her beloved in the process.
Instead, Sophia decided to deal with Robert directly.
"End it with Carm, now!"
Sophia was calm, but forceful in tone.
"End what?" Robert snapped back.
"Messing with Carmella! She's mine!"
Robert tried self-serving realism as an approach.
"Me and Carmella aren't in love, I'm not going to steal her from you or something like that!" Robert began. "Carmella's bi and we both know it."
Sophia waited.
"Did you ever consider that she likes men, maybe even needs them from time to time? It's not unknown. Carmella likes men, also, no big..."
THUD!
WHAP!
POW!
SOCK!
Rock hard fists collided with Robert four times. The final punch made him sleep.
"I'm the only man she loves! Sophia shouted in Robert's face.