Justice Force - Part Seven

Dave woke the next morning with only the memory of getting knocked out by Gwen and then fucking her stupid that night. When he reached Justice Force HQ, he found Jade Dragon and Super Donna working out in the gym.
"Hey stranger, get lost last night?" Donna asked.
Dave only gave a sly smile in response. "Donna, I want to box you, right now!"
There was a tone in Dave's voice and a reckless glimmer in the curl of his lips that held both women speechless for a moment. "No," Donna finally answered. "I'd knock you out like I did before. You know better!"
"Afraid to fight a man, Donna?"
Donna shot a sudden glare at Dave, not sure if she heard him correctly. She walked up to him carefully, looking the young man up and down, like she was meeting him for the first time. "Get you gloves on Dave," she said slowly. "You'll ref, right Jade?"
Jade broke away from staring at Dave. "Yeah..sure..."
"Thank you! Obviously Dave didn't learn the first time!" Donna intoned.
Dave's eyes met Super Donna's. "We've never had a first time, Donna. And the girls have taught me a lot since then!"
Super Donna playfully nudged him backward. "We'll see all you've learned when Jade and I lift you off the mats!"
Both fighters were on the mats within five minutes. Jade Dragon couldn't take her eyes off Dave, particularly his midsection. She saw Super Donna scanning the same part of Dave's anatomy with approval and whispered in her ear.
"Don't spend the fight looking at his cock or he'll knock you out for certain," Jade Dragon advised.
Super Donna looked at Jade knowingly. Not even in the thick of fight had Donna's eyes blazed this wildly. "First i'm going to cream Dave and then he's going to cream me!"
Jade stood between the two fighters. "Ready?" she asked. "Fight!"
Super Donna raced at Dave, cocking her right fist back.
POW!!!!
The red glove connected expertly on Dave's chin, halting him in his tracks and springing his head back. Smilling manically, Super Donna stepped aside as the young man, swaying on his feet from the blow, let his eyes close. All the air escaped his lungs and flopped on the mats, out cold.
"Donna, you sucker punched Dave!" Jade Dragon blurted.
"You bet!"
"How did it feel?"
"Great!" Super Donna hauled the lifeless male over her right shoulder and carried him effortlessly back to her sleeping quarters. She woke Dave with a few well placed, gentle slaps. Super Donna undressed as he came around.

The next night Dave made a suggestion to Atomic Girl. Normally, she would not object to having more than one person in her bed at a time, but they had to be male. Then Dave smiled and Atomic Girl just melted. Then dave went to Jade Dragon and Power Princess, who needed no persuading at all.
"Hey, Donna honey, wake up, we need to talk," Dave whispered to the woman he loved. Donna opened her eyes slowly, residual sleep from her nap still weighed down her eyelids. Dave and Donna had spent all night and most that day making love until Donna fell asleep, exhausted, in Dave's arms. Yet Dave still had plenty of energy, which baffled him when he thought about it.
"What is it, sweatheart?" she asked. "Oh..hi girls."
"Hi, Donna," Atomic Girl laughed. "Had a good night?"
The other two girls simply giggled among themselves.
"I've got a really great idea!" Dave said. "It might seem crazy, but I think we're up for it. I know I am!"
Super Donna was confused. "What?"
"A four way," explained Dave. "Tonight I service Justice Force together!"
Donna's face twisted in hurt perplexity. "Have you lost your mind? You just spent the last 20 hours telling me how much you love me."
Dave smiled. "And I do!"
Supper Donna surveyed the bed. "Okay, I think there's room for all!"
That night Dave drown in female flesh. One after another he made passionate love to Atomic Girl, Power Princess and Jade Dragon. Always he returned to Donna, more in love with her and her body with every passing hour. Jade Dragon and Power Princess went under first, sprawled on the bed like defeated prize fighters slumbering through the ten count. Atomic Girl soon followed, inventing new forms of praise for Dave and his penis.
The rising sun found Dave and Super Donna in the throes of the final bout of love making.
"Harder..nex time..." she gasped into Dave's bare chest. "...hard...er..."
Dave put his arms around the woman he loved and they both fell into peacefull sleep.

The whistle of the alarm system jolted Atomic Girl awake. Stumbling groggily, Atomic Girl took two minutes to reach the computer screen that informed her of a robbery in progress at First National Bank of the Nation.
"Oh crap!" she sighed and ambled clumsily back to Super Donna's bedroom.
"Come on Power Princess, wake up!" said Atomic Girl, nudging the second youngest member of Justice Force.
The black crime fighter hardly opened her eyes. "Hey Rita, I don't go that way..."
"No, Jackie, we have a robbery in progress!"
"That's just great!" Power Princess groaned, kicking Jade Dragon under the bed. "We've been called to action!"
"Go away!" Jade Dragon said, rolling off the bed.

Eventually Justice Force got dressed and boarded Justice Force One jet which landed them minutes later downtown. Police had surronded the bank which was occupied by The Sisterhood of Evil. Crowds of civilians and reporters pressed to see the arrival of Justice Force.
"They're here, Sylvia!" Lynx called out to her boss.
"Finally! Dave must have ploughed them pretty good," Sylvia replied. "All right ladies, let's clobber some girl scouts!"
Cameras from every media outlet followed The Sisterhood as they struted down the bank steps to confront the sleepy Justice Force.
"All right Sylvia, we have you surronded!" Super Donna yelled. "You going to give up?"
"No." Sylvia answered blankly. A reporter and cameraman from an international new network ran up to the female adversaries. Sylvia waited a moment for effect and slugged Supper Donna on the chin. The image of Super Donna's eyes crossing and mouth falling slack was broadcast worldwide.
"Did..nt...c...that...coming..." Donna fell foward to the ground, ass hiked up in the air and her goofily grinning face pressed against the lawn.
Screaming, Dave lead as Justice Force collided instantly with The Sisterhood of Evil.
Gwen ducked out two of Red Dragon's punches and kicked the raven haired crime fighter directly on the jaw.
"Just like old times, sweetie!" Gwen yelled and slugged Jade Dragon in the stomach. As her victim doubled over in agony, Gwen launched a flying kick that caught Jade Dragon low on the jaw. Stars exploded everywhere and Jade Dragon felt the world spin counter clockwise as darkness consumed her.
"Sleep tight, bitch!" snorted Gwen, kicking the unconcious Jade Dragon in the ribs.
Lynx and Puma clothes lined Power princes easily. Grabbing the black girl by her hair, they worked her over for five minutes as viewers watched. When they finished, the evil twin sisters let the beaten superherione slump to the ground.
Sylvia confronted Dave and Atomic Girl. "Come on you two!" she taunted. Just as they both leapt at her, Pheramoan landed a chop to both their necks. Atomic Girl and Dave staggered and went out for the count.
Sylvia, her opponents quickly dispatched, pulled a camera down to the unconscious Super Donna.
"Take a good look, Metropolis! These are your protectors! A collection of useless clothes horses!" She threw Super Donna back to the ground. "The time of Justice Force is gone! The day of The Sisterhood of Evil has dawned! We own the city!!!"

Justice Force - Part 6

The blonde looked over the instructor’s list. Quickly locating the 12:30 beginner’s class boxing trainer Shan, the blonde picked up her gym bag and walked to the women faculty locker room.

The blonde’s timing was perfect, Shan and her were alone. Figuring she had five minutes before the lesson began; the blonde strode casually to the locker next to Shan and began removing her gear from the bag.

“Hey! Are you new here?” Shan asked. The blonde looked at the boxing instructor and smiled slyly. “Yes, I just started to day.”

“Great, what are you going to be teaching?” Shan asked. The blonde said nothing for a moment, looking over the woman next to her, full-chested, athletic and a blonde like herself.

“Boxing,” the blonde answered at last. “I have my first lesson in five minutes.”

“There must have been a mischedule, I have a lesson in a few minutes.”
“No, you don’t…” the blonde replied with certainty, retrieving a small cell phone from her gym bag.

“I do…I…”

The blonde leveled the cell phone in Shan’s face and pressed the “Send” button. A light pink gas filled Shan's lungs. The instructor gagged for a second. Then she felt high and very drowsy and the sensation of dreaminess surged through her. Shan’s eyes fluttered and she stumbled a few paces, pressing her hand to her forehead as locker room spun into darkness. Shan collapsed effortlessly into the blonde’s arms and into a dream about the man she was with the night before.

As she carried the sleeping Shan to a large storage room, the blonde marveled at how much easier her life was since joining The Sisterhood of Evil. In the past, if she had wanted to knock someone out, she would have to use a sap, which could be dangerous or slug them, and risk breaking a nail. But Sylvia had provided her with advanced technology that made subduing victims so much simpler. As she gently placed the unconscious Shan on the floor and secured her wrists and feet, the blonde speculated if Sylvia had gone bad after graduating the Justice League Academy with Super Donna and Atomic Girl or was just pretended to be interested in crime fighting so she could use the JLA’s techniques and technology to further her own criminal career.

“Okay Miss Shan, enjoy your three hours of sleep,” the blonde said, placing a kiss on Shan’s ruby lips and gently patting her cheeks. “I’ve got you class covered.”


“Hey there handsome, you’re my noon student?” the blonde asked. She was now wearing a white bikini and red boxing gloves. Dave stared awestruck at the woman walking toward him in the ring. “You bet...what’s your name?”

“Gwen... oh, you have a bruise on you jaw. Did you try to fight without knowing how?”

A twinge of embarrassment went through Dave. Two weeks had flown by since Justice Force had its latest encounter with The Sisterhood of Evil and Donna was now more determined than ever to bring in that gang. The platinum they escaped with was worth more than $10 million on the black market, more than enough funding to execute even larger heists. Dave had woken first from the knockout gas Sylvia used on Justice Force and so had spared Donna from finding him face down on her bare chest. But he had enjoyed the experience.

“That’s kind of why I’m here,” Dave explained. “My new boss said I needed to learn how to fight.”

“Oh really? We better get started then!”

Gwen gave Dave a quick run through of boxing stances and different punches and how to block an oncoming punch. All the while she kept as physically close to him as she could, looking him in the eyes coyly as they sparred.

“I think you like this, Dave!” Gwen chirped as she threw playful punches at her student. “Ever fought a woman before, Dave?”

“Yeah, sure, twice.”

“Did you like it?” Gwen asked, her punches suddenly becoming sharper and faster. Dave looked at her bright smile and piercing brown eyes. “I got knocked cold twice!”

“That’s what happens when a guy like you boxes a woman,” Gwen explained. “You’re like a human punching bag! Did you like being a human punching bag, Dave?!”

Dave’s excitement welled up inside him. Gwen’s eyes narrowed and she crowded her opponent against the ropes, rubbing up against him. “Yeah…” Dave gasped.

“I like boys like you!” Gwen ejaculated joyfully.

Dave tilted his head forward, his lips pursed slightly, to kiss Gwen. God, he’s too perfect!! Gwen thought.

BAP!!!

An explosion rattled Dave’s head, followed by a massive fireworks display. He watched Gwen step back from him as the boxing ring hazily jerked and rumbled up and down. Dave wondered why that was and then he saw Gwen’s thighs falling past him. There was a loud thud in the darkness that flooded Dave’s brain and then he was out cold.

“Cute but dumb,” Gwen commented. She gave the unconscious male a mocking ten count and carried him out of the ring.


Dave woke on a bed in a small townhouse near the gym. Gwen was standing over him, looking down with a combination of maternal care and venal lust. “Sorry honey, looks like I knocked you out! Did you dream?”

Gwen sat on the bed and kissed Dave. Suddenly the excitement charged through his body. Reaching around her back, Dave unhooked her bikini top and removed the bottom. Gwen pulled off his shorts and the two made love.

By late afternoon, Dave was in love with Gwen or at least that was what the intense gratification rippling through his body felt like. Gwen’s body was leaner than he was used to with Atomic Girl and the other members of Justice Force, but she matched them in stamina. By the time she let up, Dave was exhausted and begging for a breather.

“Sure Dave, I’ve got something for you anyway,” Gwen said as she got off the bed, pulled on a top and a pair of shorts and went into the living room. Dave heard the front door open, a few whispers and then Sylvia appeared in the door way.

“You!?” he blurted.

“Yes, Dave, me!” Sylvia walked toward Dave with a calm sultriness. Gwen darted in after her and seized Dave’s wrists and secured them behind his back. “Very good Gwen, you’ve performed excellently!”

Dave looked at Gwen surprised and began to struggle out her grasp.

“And if it hasn’t occurred to your addled male brain, this is a trap!”

“What do you want Sylvia!?” Dave demanded.

Sylvia removed a cigarette holder from her pocket and took out one cigarette. “Your total cooperation, Dave!”

Igniting the cigarette, Sylvia took a long drag and blew smoke in Dave’s face. At first he gagged but then his entire being just relaxed. His glassy eyes focused on Sylvia’s considerable cleavage and he sighed.

“Good boy, Dave, you just keep your eyes on my tits and answer all my questions. Okay?”

“Ohhh…kay…”

“Dave are you servicing all the girls in Justice Force?” Sylvia asked.

Dave let out a happy laugh. “Atomic Girl, Power Princess and Jade Dragon!”

“But no Super Donna?”

“No…” Dave’s answer had a tone of real disappointment.

“Of course! Donna, still gun shy after Jack broke her heart!” Sylvia thoroughly enjoyed the last sentence. She had seduced crime fighter Black Jack Dugan from Super Donna as part of an effort to destroy her nemesis. The plan only worked partially: Donna was heartbroken, but the emotional trauma drove her to redouble her crime fighting efforts. After being dumped by Sylvia a few months later when he was no longer needed, Jack Dugan quit crime fighting in disappointment and entered politics. He is currently serving his third term as mayor of Grover’s Mills, New Hampshire.

“We have to change that, don’t we Dave?”

“Yeah!”

Gwen released Dave’s limp arms and took a small first aid kit from under her bed.

“Two cc’s will be more than enough, Gwen!” Sylvia ordered.

Gwen filled a syringe to the right level and swabbed Dave’s bare arm with alcohol.

“This is an, well, energy booster for you, Dave. It’s time released to help you do an even better job with the Justice Force girls than you’re doing now.” Sylvia explained.

Gwen jabbed in the needle.

“Now, in two days you are going to seduce Super Donna, don’t worry, in her condition it won’t be hard, okay Dave?”

“Ohhh….yeah…”

“The day after that you will fuck every member of Justice Force in one night.” went on Sylvia. “I mean all four satisfied beyond anything they’ve ever known. This serum will help you accomplish that. Do you understand me, Dave?”

“Yeeesss…”

“Excellent! And all you are going to remember of this is your lesson with Gwen and then making love to her. You’ll have no memory of seeing me.”

“Yes, Sylvia….”

Sylvia relit her cigarette and gave Dave a face full of sleepy smoke. For a few seconds, Dave wanted so badly to fuck Sylvia and then he flopped back on the bed sound asleep.

“Phase one complete,” Sylvia declared

Justice Force - Part 5

For the next two months, all the members of Justice Force were content. Crime in the city had hit a lull, so Dave got to spend more time with Justice Force. He alternated days with Jade Dragon and Power Princess and also, Atomic Girl, whenever she wanted sex, which was very often. But he and Super Donna, the woman he loved, had still not connected. They talked and she oversaw his training after she decided Dave could be the first male member of Justice Force. But she resisted his attempts at deeper intimacy, the loss of Jack Dugan still kept her from trusting another man enough to respond to Dave's affection.

Then one afternoon, Justice Force received an alert: silent alarms had gone off at the Platinum Works storage facility. With Super Donna in the lead, Justice Force raced to the warehouse which held a large supply of platinum, gold and other priceless industrial metals. Super Donna was far from surprised when Justice Force found The Sisterhood of Evil gang, lead by Sylvia, Super Donna's former classmate at the Justice Leagure Academy and now arch enemy.

"I was wondering when I would see you again!" Donna said to Sylvia, who, with the other members of the Sisterhood, were stacking heisted paltinum for transport. Sylvia looked up with annoyance at her rival. "Donna, aren't there some J-walkers for you to apprehend!"
Sylvia, a tall, full chested and atheletic, caught Dave's eye. "What's this Donna, letting the boys join in now? Losing Jack must finnaly have gotten to you!"

"Are you going to surrender, Sylvia or do we have to take your gang in by force?" shouted Donna. Sylvia snorted a laugh as the rest of the Sisterhood of Evil joined thier leader. "Come on Donna, we have some scores to settle! I'll take you apart myself!""
Dave leapt forward, shoving past the other members of Justice Force, confronting Sylvia. "If you want to harm Donna, you're going to have to get through me first!"
At first Sylvia was surprised and baffled by the young man's impulsive action and then she grinned comprehendingly. "Pheramoan, please seperate this young man from his senses!"
Dave turned to fight the lovely blonde in the tight silver body suit that walked toward him. Then he caught a hint of arousal...summer...sex..Dave's being, suddenly excited, couldn't tell what was going on. Dave felt fascinated lust wash through his body and he embraced Pheramoan, a massive woody stretching the front of his jeans. The blonde enfolded him in a kiss and Dave felt her breasts, two handfulls of fleshy delight, surrender to his touch, and was massively aroused.
"Good night, lover boy!" Pheramoan whispered slowly in Dave's ear, nibbling slyly at the lobe.
BAP!!!
Pheramoan's hard right fist impacted directly on Dave's chin. There was laughter as he orgasmed, falling effortlessly to the ground.

When he woke, minutes later, Dave saw Jade Dragon sprawled on the ground next to him. Arms outstreched and legs in a "V," Jade was out, her pretty face serene in unconsciousness, had lolled toward Dave. Glancing up, he saw Power Princess battling Puma and Linx, sisters and one-time environmentalists until head injuries during a volley ball game turned them to crime and they joined Sylvia's organization. Nearby Atomic Girl was locked in combat with Pheramoan, Sylvia's second in command, with the ability to emit strong pheromones, helping to distract and defeat male opponenets.
When he saw Sylvia and Super Donna slugging it out by the stolen platinum, Dave rushed to his feet. His head spun and he landed face first on the dreaming Jade Dragon's bare stomach. Groaning, he pushed himself up slowly and reached inside the back of Jade Dragon's left boot.
Dave retireved the small sap Jade kept concealed there and crept behind Puma, who was restraining Power Princess while Linx was working the crime fighter's mid section. The sap's leather made a distinctive "THWAP" as it crossed the back of Puma's head. The bad girl went stiff and moaned, pain moving like an electric pulse through her skull. Her grip on Power Princess weakened as she slumped backward into Dave's arms. Power Princess immediately kicked Linx in the stomach, sending the girl into the wall. Power Princess proped her opponent to her feet and socked her hard on the jaw. Behind her feline half mask, Linx smiled and her eyes fluttered shut. Sliding down the wall, Linx joined her sister in dreamland before her cute ass touched the ground.
"Help me with Jade!" Power Princess urged Dave. They both sat the fallen crime fighter upright and slapped her gently until she woke. All three then joined the fight.

Jade Dragon quickly landed sharp karate chop to Pheramoan's neck. The voluptous bad girl went stiff and dropped loudly to the ground. "Thanks kid!" Atomic Girl said to Jade Dragon. "Let's finish this!"

All four converged on Super Donna and Sylvia, both locked in a furious battle. Dave wanted to black jack Sylvia, but the fight shifted so fast that he was in danger of knocking out Donna. Atomic Girl and Power Princess grabbed Sylvia by the arms and tore her off Super Donna, shoving her away. The villianess fell back against the wall, cornered by the crime fighters.

"It's over, Sylvia, let's go down town!" Super Donna urged.

"Like hell!" Sylvia sneered. With one hand, Sylvia smashed a small vial on the ground in front of Justice Force and with the other placed a small gas mask on her face. Gas was everywhere. Dave felt like he'd been punched again. Super Donna fell next to him and then Dave felt himself sag into darkness.

When the gas cleared, all five memembers of Justice Force lay prone and unconscious at Sylvia's feet. She took out a small cell phone and quickly punched in a number. "Bring the hover craft down, we've got casualities to transport along with the platinum!"

Hanging up, Sylvia walked over to her fallen nemesis and knelt down beside her. "I've waited a long time for this, Donna my girl!!!" Sylvia hauled Donna upright and slugged her in the face. A short squeal of agony escaped Super Donna's throat and Sylvia let the lifeless woman drop. She glanced at Dave next to her.
"Stretching that young boy's shorts, are you Donna?" Sylvia asked and she undid the buttons on Super Donna's top, exposing the crime fighter's tits. Grabbing Dave by the shoulder, she set him face down on Donna's left tit, the pink nipple passing between the slumbering boy's lips. Sylvia snapped a few digital pictures of the couple as the hover craft landed behind her.

The loading bay ramp eased to the ground and a sexy bleach blonde walked down, chewing gum and blowing bubbles. "Hey boss, what happened?"

"Justice Force interefered again!" Sylvia snarled. "Let's get the metal on board and then the rest of our Sisters, Gwen."

Using a power pallet jack, Gwen and Sylvia quickly loaded the precious metal on the hover craft. One at a time, they carried on their knocked out comrades in crime.

"Tell me Gwen, what do recall about our last encounter with Justice Force?" Sylvia asked, placing the concused Puma on a recovery bed inside the hover craft.

"A round house kick to my head from Jade Dragon and then waking up in the prison infirmary.." Gwen answered.

"No, I mean who was there besides Super Donna and company and the police?" The pair settled the dreaming Pheramoan on a gurney.

"Every TV newsreporter in the tri state area!" Gwen replied.

"Exactly. Now why do you think the police allow this quartet of over sexed gym bunnies to run around in spandex fighting crimminals like us?"

"Because they're wearing spandex?"

"And also because the public loves Justice Force," explained Sylvia as they settled Linx on a bed. Going outside one last time, Sylvia and Gwen took in the scene of the devasted Justice Force. Sylvia discovered with geniune pleasure the shinner forming where she had sucker punched Super Donna. "Gwen who do you think is the weak link in Justice Force?"

"The one sucking on Super Donna's boobs?"

"Correct! I have plans for this young man!"

"Are you going to steal him like you did Jack Dugan?" Gwen asked.

"No! Taking Super Donna's man from her only made her more dedicated to law enforcement. I have to use the man to bring her and this cast of bimbos down!"


Sylvia leaned down and slapped Dave on the ass.

"He's really cute, Sylvia," commented Gwen.

"Glad to hear you feel that way, that will help with my plans immensely!"

Both women reboarded the hover craft and the machine vanished into the sky.

Justice Force - Part 4

Power Princess slowly came around after she was seated on the chair in her corner. Her eyes fluttering open, she took in the concerned looks on the faces of the people surrounding her.

“Try and speak!” Jade Dragon said, gently slapping Power Princess, aka Jackie Ellison‘s, face. Still semi conscious from Dave’s sleeper hold, her eyes searched everywhere with anticipation and then finally came to rest on Atomic Girl. “It’s the Easter Bunny at last!” Power Princess exclaimed in dreamy contentment.

“Damn, Dave, you really fucked her up!” commented Atomic Girl. “When Donna gets back she’ll be shocked a man finally knocked out Jackie! Dave, get the smelling salts.”

“A man knocked me out?” Power Princess asked with hazy pleasure. “Who was it? Was he big and strong?”

“Well, I’d say so, Power Princess,” Dave answered the dazed girl’s question as he returned with the smelling salts.

“No, he wasn’t! Give me that!” Atomic Girl blurted. Breaking the small phial by Power Girl’s nose, Atomic Girl gently waved the salts under her partner’s nostrils.

“Ohhhh!” Power Princes head cleared instantly and she glared with anger at Dave. “You!”

“Yeah, I knocked you out cold,” Dave stated the obvious as if Power Princess wasn‘t in the gym when their fight occurred.

“Get back in your corner, Dave!” Power Princess ordered. “This match is not over!”

“Sure its over, I sent you to dreamland in under a minute…”

Power Princess’ fist sailed close to Dave’s face as Atomic Girl yanked him backward. “She’s ticked!” Atomic Girl turned her sometime lover around and shoved him back to his corner of the mat. “You’re dead!”

“I am not! I koed her once, I’ll do it again!”

“Dave, you’re the first male ever to knock Power Princess out. Guys twice your size have ended up in the hospital after tangling with Jackie and you put her out with a sleeper!”

The automatic buzzer screeched. Atomic Girl shoved the befuddled Dave forward. “I’ll see you in the infirmary!”

Dave barely went four steps when Power princess slammed directly into him. The impact flipped Dave completely over backwards and he landed loudly and painfully on his back. The gym ceiling blurred soothingly for the few moments it took for Power Princess to smile gleefully, raise her knee to her chin and drive it directly into Dave’s belly. Cursing between gasps, Dave rolled into a ball. Power Princess quickly knelt and pinned Dave’s wrists to the mat with her knees. She raised her right fist to her shoulder. Dave winced, knowing he was about to be clobbered.

When no explosion of pain wracked his skull, Dave unsquinted his eyes. Power Princess was slipping the shoulder of her white tank down her arm. “Jackie? What are you gonna do?” Dave asked, consumed with equal amounts of unease and lust. Even more unsettling; Power Princess was smiling the way she had when they first met, like Dave met with her approval.

“Sweet dreams!” Atomic Girl called out, but Dave didn’t hear her or notice the small digital camera Jade Dragon was pointing at him and Jackie.

“I…don’t…ah…know about…right here…Jackie….” Dave stammered as he watched Jackie’s tank top fall to her waist. Power Princess’ smooth, round breasts hung like graceful teardrops, curving into a near perfect spheres. Her nipples were hard and purple.
Power Princess leaned down to Dave right ear, allowing her tits to coyly brush on his face.

“Don’t worry Dave,” she whispered. “You’ll wake up in my bed!”

She kissed Dave affectionately and in one deft move, submerged Dave’s face in her boobs. Dave barely struggled as Power Princess’ skin first caressed his face and then began to close off his mouth and nose to oxygen.

Then he felt his air go short and a fire start in his lungs. Dave gasped and tried to push or pull Power Princess off of him.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard!” was the last thing Dave heard as his eyes began to close. Power Princess’ grin of triumph widened when she felt Dave’s massive erection in his shorts.

“I own you!” Power Princess murmured. Dave felt his eyelids shut and he couldn’t open them. His lips pressed against Jackie’s cleavage, taking in the feel. And Dave was out cold!

When he emerged from Power Princess’ sleeping quarters the next morning, Jackie Ellison was sleeping deeply, the erotic dreams playing in her head reflected on the delighted smile on her face.

Justice Force - Part 3

The next day Power Princess made her move. She challenged Dave to a wrestling match.

Dave felt better about this bout, he had wrestled for three years in college. Power Princess, whose real name was Jackie Ellison, had a slight height advantage on Dave and her lovely brown arms were long and lean. Power Princess had become a crime fighter straight out of the police academy, accepting an invitation to join Justice Force at the same time Jade Dargon did. The career of her cousin, Avenger Girl, had inspired Jackie to battle criminals and she quickly proved her worth to the team by bringing down a number of what she called "badboys."

"I knock out a lot of men, Dave," Power Princes told her ooppnent as they circled each other on a large mat in the Justice Force HQ gymnasium. "A lot of them wake up in prison!"

"Oh yeah?" asked Dave. They drew closer, arms out ready to snap a hold on the other. Power Princess' eyes moved like liquid with every feint Dave made. Her barely detectable smile reminded Dave of a jaguar teasing her prey before leaping to the kill.

"But some of the men wake up in my bed..." whispered Power Princess when they were inches apart.

Dave felt a bolt of lightening strike his chin, causing him to stumble. His vision focused suddenly and he saw that Power Priness' extended elbow had just clocked him hard. Controlling his pain and anger, Dave thrust in low aiming for Jackie's midsection, pushing her past Atomic Girl, who was reffing the match. Atomic Girl called out encouragement to Dave and laughed out loud when he tripped, sending he and Power Princess to the mat.

The couple struggled with each other, a writhing mass of arms and legs fighting for the advantage. In the clinch, Power Princess came on to Dave a second time.

"You're liking this, Dave!" she murmured provactively in his right ear. "Jade Dragon said you liked to wrestle!"

"I sure do!" Dave responded, suddenly kicking his legs from under Power Princess's. Instantly sitting up, he grabbed the startled Power Princess by the shoulders, flipped her on her back and pushed her into a sitting position.

"What the fuc..." Power Princess shouted as Dave deftly twisted her around and hauled her body against his chest, locking his right arm under her chin and clasping the upper portion of his left arm. Standing a few feet away in Jackie's corner, Jade Dragon couldn't hide her laughter at the wide-eyed look of shock on Power Princess' face as Dave's left hand came to rest firmly on the top of the Princess' head.

The arms constricted around the girl's throat and she gasped sharply. Instantly, the lean brown limbs shot outward and scrabbled at Dave's face. He ignored the fingers sweeping around his head and pulled his sleeper hold tighter.

Power Princess felt the room lift beneath her. She fought back against the light headedness, but the sensation soaked her body. Power Princess widened her eyes and arched her back to stay conscious and escape Dave's hold. Then her lids began to droop and the lightneadedness turned to relaxation. Power Princess began to feel so happy.

Through the dark mist which filled her vision, Power Princess could make out her right hand landing on Dave's bare thigh. Ohhhkkkaaayyyy....she thought dreamily. The Princess knew she was going out, but the sleepy warmth that consumed her was very pleasant. Power Princess was glad it was Dave who was making her feel this way.

She relaxed into his arms and then sank into sleep.

Atomic Girl lifted her team mate's limp arm and it dropped lifelessly on the mat.

"Okay, Dave, let her go," Atomic Girl ordered, secretly pleased.

Dave undid his arms and gently rested the unconscious Power Princess on her back. "One! Two! Three!" Atomic Girl called out as Dave pinned his defeated opponent. Then Atomic Girl lifted Dave's hand in victory.

Justice Force - Part 2

When Dave woke, he was disappointed to find Donna had left him. But Atomic Girl made sure his unhappiness didn’t last long.

Atomic Girl, whose real name was Rita Williams, cleaned Dave up and put ice where Super Donna had slugged him. Atomic Girl had been part of Justice Force as long as it existed, having graduated from the Justice League in same class as Super Donna. Together they formed the crime fighter organization ten years ago and had since taken on two young apprentice super heroines, Jade Dragon and Power Princess. Atomic Girl was in his mid-30s and unlike her friend, had never let disappointment by a man keep her from going after another.

“You like Super Donna, don’t you, admit it,” Atomic Girl taunted Dave flirtingly.

“Yeah, I guess I do…” he answered, his jaw still hurting when he moved it to speak.

“Well, Donna’s off the market for the time being, Dave.”

Dave felt suddenly deflated. “Why?”

“Donna had a man for a long time,” Atomic Girl explained, moving in close to Dave on the bed. “She and Black Jack Dugan were inseparable. And then he left her for another woman.”

“She’s got a broken heart?” Dave concluded. He felt a sudden rush of pleasure as Atomic Girl’s palms ran up his thighs.

“In a million pieces!” whispered Atomic Girl as her lips just touched Dave’s.

Dave looked into her eyes and smiled. “You don’t have a broken heart, do you?”

“No man has been born who can break my heart, sugar!”

Dave, flooded with lust, kissed Atomic Girl and deftly reached behind her neck. With perfect ease, the zipper of her costume came down when he tugged on it. Slipping the costume off her shoulders, Dave kissed Atomic Girl’s breasts. Her head arched back with delight.


Dave and Atomic Girl were lovers for the next month. When she wasn’t off fighting crime with Justice Force, she was at Dave’s townhouse. Atomic Girl quickly learned Dave got turned by being knocked out by a woman. She wasn’t surprised; a lot of super heroes were wired that way. When Atomic Girl was feeling frisky, she would sneak into Dave’s place, steal up silently behind him and deliver a neck chop. She loved to see Dave stagger, hear him groan from the sharp pain and collapse limply in her arms. When he woke, they kept it up all night.


“So you’re Dave Leonard,” said Tammy Hu, better known as Jade Dragon. “We’ve heard lots about you!”

Dave smiled at the young Japanese-American girl, not much older than his twenty-one years, who stood before him. Next to her was Power Princess, an African-American crime fighter and the latest member of Justice Force.

“Have you?” Dave asked slyly.

“Dave took advantage of our fund raising services and that’s how I met him,” Atomic Girl said. It was immediately clear to the older woman that she could expect competition from the novices. But Atomic Girl had few illusions about who Dave’s heart really belonged to even if his dick was about to become communal Justice Force property.

Atomic Girl said they had to run, but they would see Dave and her later.

As they watched the couple leave, Jade Dragon turned to her fellow junior partner.

“Flip for who goes first?” Tammy asked.

“You bet,” Power Princess agreed enthusiastically.

Jade Dragon removed a quarter from her pocket. “Heads!” she declared, tossing the coin to the ceiling.

“Tails!” Power Princess shouted. The coin landed with a metallic clink on the floor. George Washington was looking upward. “Okay, Tammy you go first! But don’t ware him out!”


Jade Dragon, dressed in her favorite black bathing suit and pink boxing gloves, stood eye to eye with Dave in the ring. He wore shorts and blue boxing gloves. Looking at Jade Dragon, Dave realized he didn’t know how to box. He didn’t care.

Tammy Hu, aka Jade Dragon, had been a women’s studies major in college and considered herself a feminist. While in school, she found work as a part time dome, which she thought was the best way for her, as a woman, to assert her strength. Later, she was recruited for the JLA Crime Fighter Academy, where she excelled at combat of all kinds and mixed fighting in particular. Not only did Tammy love men in the sack, she loved fighting them in the ring!

“You ready, Dave?!” Jade Dragon asked, staring directly into Dave’s eyes.

“Whenever you are!” he answered. From the moment Jade Dragon challenged him to a boxing match an hour before, Dave was barely able to control his excitement.

“You better be!” Jade Dragon sneered. “I don’t fight fair with guys!”

“Yeah, so…”

WAP!!!

Jade Dragon’s left sliced sharply at Dave’s chin. He never saw it; just felt the pain of the impact and the sound of the leather covered fist impacting his chin. Jade Dragon wasn’t sure she hit the young man hard enough. She blew on him gently. Dave smiled and collapsed to the canvas out cold.

“God, I love sucker punching a male!” Jade Dragon told Power Princes as she looked down in fascination at the unconscious man at her feet. It pleased Jade Dragon even more that Dave sprouted a massive erection.

“Jesus Tammy, you didn’t even give him a chance,” Power Princess commented. She was going to ref the match, but her services were no longer required.

“No! It’s always better this way!” Jade Dragon swayed a little on feet, dizzy with pleasure and gasping for breath. “Yeah…always…”

The two girls carried the still out cold Dave to Jade Dragon’s sleeping quarters and undressed him. Before Power Princess left the two in private, Jade Dragon promised her friend that Dave would be hers tomorrow night.

When Dave came around, they fucked for hours.

Justice Force - Part One

The following is the first part of a new serial about a young man who getes involved with a group of superheriones.

Dave arrived at the high way motel at one o'clock as he agreed on the phone. Inside room B69, to his surprise, was not a prostitute or a costumed fetish worker, but the crime fighter Super Donna, leader of the four woman Justice Force.
"Hi...are you...?" started Dave.
Seated on the double bed in the middle of the room and wearing a tight purple spandex out fit, the woman smiled at the new arrival.
"Dave? Dave Leonard?"
"Yeah..."
"I'm Super Donna, glad you could make it. Come in!"
Dave answered an ad in the "Special Interst" section of the newspaper personals, that offered a cahnce to be knocked out by a superherione. Dave simply assumed he'd be serviced by a sex worker in Super Donna's uniform, but here was the real thing.
"Do you have the money, Dave?" Donna asked, taking the young man by the hand and guiding him toward the bed. Still staring in rapt attention at the woman he had seen on TV fighting crime all his life, Dave handed her a small envelop containing six, fifty-dollar bills. Donna took the envelope, briefly counted the bills and secured the money in her duffle bag. "Now Dave, try to relax, this will be fun!"
Only a week before, Dave had witnesses Super Donna and Justice Force foil a large scale bank robbery as he was going to lunch in the city's financial district. Dave thrilled to see Super Donna clobber two of the six hoods who hit an armored car on a pick up at First National Bank. Super Donna's powerful arms subdued one thief with a sleeper hold, while a second fell to her upper cut. Dave fell in love with Super Donna at that moment.
"Surprised to see Super Donna in the flesh, Dave?" Donna asked, sitting on the bed and removing aboxing glove from her duffle bag. "It's a little something I do to help raise operating funds for Justice Force. You ready for this session?"
Dave nodded sharply, eyeing Donna's full breasts, which formed perfect round mounds on her chest. Quickly detecting Dave's distraction, Super Donna flexed her biceps in front of him. "Go ahead Dave, touch them!"
Dave's fingers gently caressed and then squezed Donna's upper arms, marvelling at what great shape this 47 year old woman was in. Dave found himself mesmerized by by Donna's smile and gleaming blue eyes. She gazed down at the bulging front of Dave's jeans and ran her tongue over her lips and teeth. "Hey dave, tie up my boxing glove!" Super Donna ordered, speaking with a honied slowness that aroused Dave even more.
Slipping the glove onto her right hand, Dave began to work the white laces through the holes in the underside of the glove. "Have any fantasies about me, Dave?"
"Hell yes...!'
"Well, while you're lacing me up, tell me one!" Donna blew gently on Dave's face. He nearly orgasmed.
"In my fantasy, we're in the boxing ring, really going at it."
"Really Dave? You like to hit girls, then?"
Dave, momentarily startled, stopped lacing Super Donna's glove. "I like boxing with them, but I like to lose. Get knocked out cold, you know, by a woman."
"I know, keep going." Dave resumed lacing up Super Donna and his story. "Well, we're both pretty horny for each other, but both of us want to win by a knock out so we can dominate our opponent."
Super Donna reached over and gently fingured Dave's crotch. She laughed when he let out an excited gasp.
"So in the middle of clobbering each other, you stop and tell me you love me. I say 'Uhh?' and you slug me right on the jaw. I land on the canvas, spread eagle and out cold. Then you count me out and carry me out of the ring. I'm in your arms, arms dangling, my head tucked on your should, a serene look on my face. You lay me down on your bed and when I come around, we fuck all night!"
Super Donna flexed her hands in the now secured boxing glove. "You're a dirty boy, Dave. Know what I do to dirty boys, what they deserve to have happen to them?"
Super Donna stood up, with Dave right behind her. Adjusting Dave's position to the edge of the bed, she tilted his chin level to her face.
"What....?!" Dave could feel the orgasm begin to surge upward in his loins. "You need to be punished!" Super Donna stated firmly.
"Super Donna," Dave asked, knowing in seconds he'd be unconscious. "Could we make love before you punch me out?"
"Now Dave, you know better!" Donna scalded the young man. "How old are you, boy?"
"Twenty-one..."
Super Donna's cougar instincts flared violently. "Oh yeah," Super Donna announced. "You're going out for the full count!"

"But just one..."

Before any more words could stumble from Dave's mouth, Super Donna gave him a long, passionate kiss.

BAM!!!

Super Donna's punishing upper cut stretched Dave out. He stood motionless, his eyes closed and mouth fallen open. The orgasm fired harshly in his jeans as Dave collapsed into Super Donna's extened arms, his face wedging into the crime fighters smooth cleavage. The warm skin felt good on his face and Dave felt his eyes close. Lips gently kissing Super Donna's tits, Dave went to sleep.

At that moment, Atomic Girl walked in, Justice Force's second in command.

"Hey Donna, am I interupting?"

"No, just sent sweet cheeks to dreamland," Super Donna said. "Could you pull back the covers on the bed."

"You have a new boyfriend, Donna?" asked Atomic Girl, pulling back the sheets and helping Super Donna deposit the slumbering Dave on the matress. Super Donna leaned in and kissed Dave.

"Someone's in love!" Atomic Girl sang, teasingly.

Super Donna flushed with embarrassment. "No, not so soon. Could you take care of him, I have a meeting with the mayor and the police chief."

"Sure, what's it about?"

Donna tucked the sheet over the knocked out Dave and felt his cock. Still hard, she thought. Very nice!

"Stamping out the vice district in town." said the super herione.

Super Donna collected her stuff, thanked Atomic Girl a second time and gave Dave one more long glance. And then she walked out.

Atomic Girl sat on the bed beside Dave and brushed some hair away from his face. "Sleep tight, little boy. When you wake, we'll have some real fun!

Felizia

Felizia’s third punch knocked Dan out cold. The first impacted his gut, doubling him over and slamming him into the turnbuckle at once. He never saw the second coming, a right cross, because his eyes were squinted shut in agony. Reality blurred soothingly for the young man, pain vanishing in the haze that filled his brain.

Dan had landed on his ass, legs shot out, arms languid on the lowest rope. His opponent Felizia was down on all fours in front of Dan, smiling, saying things he could not comprehend. Felizia wore a skimpy red top and shorts for the now almost finished bout, so when she leaned forward to kiss Dan, he could see her ample cleavage. The Brazilian boxadora, with a dark brown complexion and buff body, had Dan horny from the moment the pair climbed into the ring.

“Now you really want to fuck me?!” she asked, slyly. Dan grinned at the suggestion, wanting badly to take off Felizia’s shorts.

“Well, Dan, its time! Good night, me amanate!”

WACK!!

The third punch, an upper cut, pounded on Dan’s chin, popping his head back. Dan saw Felizia’s eyes widen in triumph as the world exploded in stars and pinwheels. Then Felizia dissolved into darkness. Dan’s head lolled downward, chin on his chest.


At forty-five, Felizia was a full-fledged cougar. Coming to America twenty-years ago with her husband, Jao, the two ran a successful fitness center, until Jao died. Now she ran the center by herself and indulged her taste for young men. At 23, Dan fit Felizia’s type perfectly.


Felizia started counting Dan out, but stopped at “four.” Cracking his eyelids, she saw nothing but whites. Dan would be out long past the count of ten. Slipping her hand past the waistband of the young man’s trunks, she caressed his erection. For a moment she was tempted to pull Dan’s shorts down and satisfy her desire with the knocked out man’s woody.

But Felizia decided to wait. A conscious lover always fucked harder she had learned through experience. She kissed Dan and tilted him forward over her shoulder. She carried the boy out of the ring and up a flight of stairs to her bedroom.


Dan’s slumbering brain haphazardly recounted how he ended up defeated. Flirting with Felizia that lead to her challenge. Telling his friends he would “knock the cougar out for the night!” and make her his own. Felizia’s thrilled expression when he agreed to a bare knuckled fight. The clinches where they battered each other.


When Dan woke, his body ached. He was on a soft bed.

“How do you feel, amante?”

His eyes traced the question to its source: Felizia, who held an ice pack to his jaw. Even through the pain, Dan wanted to nail Felizia.

“Like shit…how long was I out?”

“A few minutes,” Felizia said, unhooking her bikini and letting it fall to the floor. “Did you dream? A lot of young men have erotic dreams when I knock them out!”

“Yeah…” Dan answered, starting to smile. Felizia was already removing his shorts.


Felizia didn’t know if she was in love with Dan. A defeated male was always more attractive to her and Dan was an especially good lay. But that was how it had been with Jao, she thought. Lust led quickly to love.

“So how’s sleeping beauty doing?” asked Felizia, slapping Dan on the ass. “Want some breakfast?”

“No, Felizia, I have to go.” Dan was disconcerted by Felizia behaving as he often did after an all nighter.

“Go? Will we get together again, Dan? Because I had a good time and I’d like it to continue.”

“Yeah…hell yeah…But I don’t…”

“Like to get attached?” Felizia asked.

“Exactly!”

As a young girl, Felizia would become emotional when a guy talked this way. Experience had taught her how to handle the situation.

“Tell me, Dan; before you just walk out, how did it feel to be punched out by a woman? Tell me that much!"

Dan glared at Felizia as he finished buttoning his shirt. “You’ll tell no one at the gym! Promise?”

“I promise!”

“Fine!” Dan looked away. slightly embarrassed. “I always get horny in the ring with a woman. But I never got clobbered like yesterday. All I could think about was your body…”

“And how strong I am?” said Felizia.

Dan simply nodded affirmatively and tied his shoes. Felizia knew Dan was humiliated by his admission and kissed him affectionately.

“You have your keys, Dan?”

“In my pocket.”

“Great!”

WAP!!

Felizia hooked a right to Dan’s chin. For a moment he was as still as a statue. Then Dan fell forward, like a mighty oak toppling from a logger’s ax.

Scooping the unconscious boxer in her arms, Felizia carried him out to his car.

Dumping Dan gently in the back, Felizia jumped in the driver’s seat, where she was most at home, and started the engine.

Monica and Max - Chakira's Revenge

Avenger Girl was alone at home when the delivery arrived. Max and Koi, with whom she shared the house, were out grocery shopping. Avenger Girl was pleasantly surprised to see a large, heart-shaped candy box on the doorstep and then suddenly remembered the date; February 15-Valentine’s Day!

Feeling giddy, Avenger Girl snatched up the package and carried into the living room.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Monica! Love, Max!” read the note under the red band on the present.

Monica Ellison, Avenger Girl’s true identity, had been co-habiting with Max Eisenheim and Koi Shiga for the past two years. Max and Koi were former thieves who now fought crime with Avenger Girl. Both women had fallen in love with Max during a caper that Avenger Girl foiled and had, after some difficulty, come to this domestic arrangement.

A swell of affection filled Avenger Girl as she lifted the lid. “I knew Max wouldn’t…”

SMACK!!!

A loaded boxing glove at the end of a steel spring shot out and connected to Avenger Girl’s chin. Her face stung painfully as the dazed crime fighter wobbled backward against the couch. The booby trap, its sprung glove still vibrating, slipped from Avenger Girl’s hands as her arms fell to her side.

Eyes glassy, Avenger Girl tried to stay upright, but the punch had been hard. A smile came over her face and she absently murmured “for…get…” as she tipped over the arm of the couch and landed on the cushions. An “ooohhh,” slow and fleeting, came out of her throat and Avenger Girl went out, head lolling to the side.

Five minutes later, a tall, elegantly beautiful Asian woman, dressed in a brown delivery outfit, entered through the front door. Seeing the woman who had sent her to jail two years ago, the stranger grinned to see the trap had worked perfectly.

“Pleasant dreams, stupid bitch!” she hissed with a Japanese accent. “Only Avenger Girl could be so dumb!”

The intruder went to the basement where she found Avenger Girl’s computer network. Plugging in her flash drive, she began copying files.

Desiree

By the age of 11, Desiree wanted to box. She was watching a fight on TV with her father one night. Desiree was fascinated with the two men beating each other in the ring, their bodies moving with relentless grace and power.

“Can I do that, Popi?” she asked. Desiree’s father glanced down at his daughter a little startled.

“I guess so, Dez,” he answered, smiling. “You can do anything you want. But why would you want to?”

The idea of his wiry, headstrong Desiree boxing didn’t make him happy. Desiree threw her fists up to her face, imitating the boxers on the screen.

“But if you want to, go ahead, Dez,” her father conceded.

Though she was a small girl, Desiree developed strength in her arms and hips. She found instructional books on boxing and practiced in front of the full length closet mirror in her room, bobbing and weaving as she threw bare knuckled punches at her reflection. Desiree imagined herself against a female opponent, always taller and bigger than herself, modeled on some girls a few grades ahead of her in school. Each mental battle ended with Desiree’s opponent flat on the canvas from a perfect left hook or a from the hip right upper cut.

One night Desiree dreamt she was in an actual fight. The other girl resembled a grappler Desiree had seen in a ladies wrestling magazine: frizzy-curly hair that fell around her pretty face and settle on her broad, feminine shoulders. Desiree loved the way the woman’s short, tight trunks clung to her thighs and well toned ass.

“You’re a cutie, Desiree,” the woman said as the pair circled, gloves up, and ready to box. Desiree got excited watching every move the woman made, held by her adversary’s gleaming brown eyes.

“Sleep tight, Desiree,” the woman whispered affectionately as she threw her punch. The blow floored Desiree, leaving her out cold. Pleasure cascaded through the dreaming teenager.

In high school, Desiree continually picked fights with straight girls. Guys would follow Desiree, hoping for a catfight to erupt and Desiree made friends with a few of them. By graduation, she had slept with all her male friends. Even if her heart belonged to female partners, sex with men was a frequent and intense joy for Desiree.


Peter became her trainer just after Desiree enrolled in night school and the gym. Watching the skinny girl sparing with another female boxer, Peter saw a core of aggression in his new pupil. Desiree put her entire body into each punch. The blows were devastating when they connected, but Desiree got tired quickly. Peter worked on defense with his student. She learned to duck and block, but the lessons meant nothing to Desiree.

“You’re holding me back!” Desiree grunted to Peter. “I want to keep hitting until the bitch goes down!”

Desiree glanced up from undoing her gloves in the corner of the ring and Peter saw a white gleam from her radiant eyes. They made love in Desiree’s apartment that night.

Peter surprised himself by not falling for Desiree. Both the training and sex continued, one never complicating the other. Alternate weekends, Peter drove Desiree to a vacation house he had by a lake. When they were alone, especially after sex, all of Desiree’s aggression vanished. Peter would wake near dawn and find Desiree asleep against his chest; her arms embracing him as her were a giant teddy bear.

Desiree never asked Peter about his life outside the gym, except once by mistake. Noticing a framed picture of a brown haired woman in jeans and a T-shirt, Desiree asked who it was.

“My wife,” Peter explained quickly. “She’s gone. Cancer took our chance to have children and then it took her.”


Desiree also had a girlfriend: Grace, a former semi-pro boxer who now worked with peter on the younger girl’s training. The taller, slightly older woman was Desiree’s dream made real and Desiree was unhinged with love for her. At first, Grace enjoyed the attention Desiree showered her with, asking questions about every part of her history and life. Was the first time with a man or a woman? Why did Grace become a boxer? Had she ever been knocked out in a match? Did Grace like being the “man” in her relationships?

But as much as she cherished Desiree, Grace found the girl’s boundless curiosity tiring.

“Desiree is ready for a real fight,” Grace told Peter. “In fact, she’s overdue, she needs a match.”

Peter disagreed.

“Dez doesn’t have the stamina yet,” he explained. “Right now Dez is all attack and no defense. She’ll get hurt if she fights now!”

Grace persisted, adding that Desiree would remain close to whoever let her have a real match up.

That was the most Grace ever mentioned about her and Peter’s shared intimacy with Desiree, but it was enough. Peter relented, but got two more months to get Desiree ready.

Peter and Grace worked Desiree harder than they did before. Both stopped having sex with their pupil for the duration, no matter how much Desiree complained.

Desiree was eventually matched against Emma. Only an inch taller than her challenger, Emma had ten pounds on Desiree and it was all well toned muscle. Emma was a patient, methodical fighter, who was careful in the attack until her fists exploded on her opponent.

Peter didn’t like it, but he was over ruled by Grace and Desiree.


“Just so you know ahead of time,” Emma told Peter before the match. “I’m putting your string bean girlfriend on her ass. I thought you liked them with bigger tits, Peter?”
Emma blocked every punch Desiree threw in the first round. Impressed with the novice’s strength, Emma decided to wait Desiree out. Emma would punish Desiree’s taunt body, all skin and muscles, and then flatten her at the right moment.

As the fight progressed, Peter got worried. He knew Emma would keep her word and told Desiree between rounds to concentrate on defense; she didn’t have to win this one. Grace looked pleased as the bout moved forward. When Desiree slumped into her chair at the end of each round, Grace encouraged her lover, telling Desiree she was doing fine and to keep up the pressure on Emma.

When the bell sent Desiree out for the seventh round, Peter confronted Grace. “Dez is not doing fine, she’s getting beat up and she’s showing fatigue!”

“Desiree needs this fight,” was Grace’s curt response.

Emma slugged Desiree twice in the midsection, rattling the girl’s body. Desiree heard the “SMACK!” of Emma’s glove hitting her jaw and the gym pitched sideways. The whole universe instantly jolted back as Desiree heard an explosion and saw Emma’s other glove sail past her.

Desiree was confused by Emma’s rapid moves, punches landing all over her. Rage flared in Desiree at being unable to keep up with her adversary. Desiree’s fists flung out, tagging Emma’s face and chest forcefully. Emma found her opening and slammed Desiree’s temple. Desiree stumbled, her senses tumbling out of focus.

Emma’s fists began thrusting piston-like into Desiree’s head, which jerked back and forth with each shot. When Emma remembered to, she tortured Desiree’s belly, little “oofffs” and “uuuhhhss” issuing from Desiree’s drooping lips.

Her eyes barely open, Desiree fell into a defensive crouch, but Emma straightened her up with an upper cut. Desiree felt the world go silent. Her body, wobbling on rubbery legs, felt numb, blunting some of the pain Emma was inflicting.

A headshot swung her lazily around, giving Desiree a glimpse of Peter and Grace. Grace looked at Desiree the way she did when they were alone. Then a left hook yanked them away. Desiree felt her brain shutting down, darkness closing in, her body relaxing joint by joint.

Two more bombs detonated on her face. Desiree began to slide and Emma’s gratified smile told her the bout was over.

Falling through darkness, Desire struck a hard, unyielding surface. Landing on her side, Desiree effortlessly rolled on her back. Eyes shut and mouth hanging open, Desiree was in profound slumber. Not a number of the ref’s count out reached her.

Peter and Grace lifted Desiree to her feet, draping her lifeless arms over their shoulders. Desiree’s head tilted toward Peter as they carried the senseless girl back to her corner, her booted feet dragging behind her.

Seated in her chair, Desiree expelled a long, deep moan. The pain in her face throbbed back to life as the young boxer incrementally regained consciousness. Desiree was slow in recognizing where she was or who the two people knelt in front of her, asking questions were.

Then their voices flooded her skull in a torrent and Desiree clutched Grace in an exhausted, relieved embrace. Completely spent, Desiree smiled at Peter.

Lucie Part Two

The gym nearly vibrated with the noise of the members of the rival clubs. Keisha, lean and intent, sat in her corner of the ring, attended by her sister Araya and her boyfriend, Max.

"Someone's been sleeping with the enemy," she whispered to Max. The couple eyed the approaching competition: Lucie, Emma and now Ron. Keisha wasn't really surprised. Ron wasn't breaking any tournament rules. And also, Ron thought a good fuck meant true love and was attending Lucie the same way Max took care of Keisha. Likely without Max's inclination to cheating, Keisha speculated, knowing Ron as she did.

Keisha saw she was a bit taller than Lucie when the Ref finally called together to go over the rules. But Had the edge in weight and muscle mass. At close range, Keisha gave Lucie an appraising look.

"I'd be more worried, little thing, but you only knocked out Ron," Keisha said, tauntingly. "Fine choice for the bedroom, though!"

Lucie gave Keisha a faint sneer. "You would know..."

"I had your man, Miss Lucie, and the only place he's of use is in the sack!"

"Bitch!" screeched Lucie.

"Ladies! Back to your corners!" the Ref shouted, pushing the women apart.

When they came out at the bell, Lucie was still angry. Keisha looked pleased.

Keisha dodged her rival, keeping her distance, striking only when there was a clear opening. Lucie kept after Keisha, hammering at the taller girl's stomach and jabbing at her face. Keisha absorbed the stinging blows and tried to provoke Lucie as much as she could.

By the second round, she had Lucie's measure: the young Haitian girl had a strong punch and had speed on her feet, but she didn't think too much about defense. Keisha ducked and swerved from Lucie's fists and then fired her own, detonating on Lucie's head and mid section.

Keisha pressed the assault later on, seeing Lucie's punches weren't coming so fast. She focused on Lucie's body as the gaps in her defense grew larger. Keisha wanted to ware Lucie down and by the end of round five, the plan was working.

The sixth round began with Keisha slugging Lucie hard. Mid way, Lucie threw a round house right at Keisha, momentarily leaving her face exposed. Keisha ducked and instantly slammed home a left-right.

Stuned, Lucie's vision jarred violently. Keisha uncorked two more shots, one landing directly on her opponent's belly, followed by a brutal right cross. Then the beating accelerated, impacting all over Lucie's body.

Lucie crouched, raising her gloves to her face. Keisha continued her attack until the Ref separated them.

When Lucie came at Keisha again, there was an explosion. Keisha delivered a hook to the smaller girl's chin, sending her backward into the ropes. Keisha then uppercutted Lucie, landing the girl on the canvas, on her ass, slumped against the ropes.

Lucie struggled to move. Through the daze that was flooding her brain, Lucie heard numbers being called out. The edges of her vision grew darker and she smiled at the relaxed feeling moving through her.

Just as the Ref called out "Five," Lucie began, rope by rope, to pull herself to her feet. Lucie's eyes were glassy and distracted and her movements were sluggish. By "Eight," Lucie stood flat footed and swaying before Keisha.

Lucie swung wildly, twice at Keisha, who easily swerved out of the way.

"Come...on...Ron...fight me..." Lucie mumbled.

Keisha saw clearly that Lucie was out on her feet, dreaming of going at at it with her new boyfriend. Pressing Lucie's arms to her sides, Keisha steadied her opponent, tilting Lucie's chin upward with mock affection.

The sound of Keisha's hay maker reverberated around the gym like thunder.

Lucie dropped sideways, landing with a meaty "thud" on her back. Except for the slight twitching of her hands, the unconscious Lucie made no movement. Her body as limp and her face, tilted toward Ron and Emma, was passive in sleep.

The pain of the beating had vanished into sleep. Waves of contentment surged through Lucie's sleeping body like waves washing in a beach.

Then the darkness disapated from Lucie's eyes like evaporating fog. Ron and Emma were talking to her, asking about fingers. Lucie dreamily told them how many she saw.

They sat Lucie up in time to see Keisha struting around the ring, cheered by the spectators. On her feet and still groggy, Lucie felt good in Ron's arms.

Lucie Part One

“Next round, Lover Man sleeps!” Lucie said after taking a long gulp of water from the bottle her second, Emma, pressed to her lips. “Ron’s already half out of it!”

“You two are on a first name basis, already!?” asked Emma, taking back the water bottle and rubbing her Haitian friend’s shoulders. Both were eagerly awaiting the bell to start round six.

Lucie glimpsed at her spent opponent across the ring, slumping in his folding chair, and smiled at Emma. “You bet we are!”

Lucie and Ron were in the semi finals of the yearly tournament between the city’s two mixed boxing clubs: The Amazonia (Lucie) and The Bruisers (Ron). Banging her gloves together in menacing anticipation, Lucie beamed at Ron. She had figured out early how he thought. In the third round, both fighters were pressed against each other in clinch, legs crossed, fists hammering away. Lucie felt Ron’s erection graze her exposed thigh. She felt a twinge of sexual pleasure and the punch that followed put Ron on the canvas for a six count.

The clanging of the bell sent Lucie out first, with Ron moving slower, his gloves barely rose when they collided.

Okay Lover Man,” Lucie whispered to Ron above sound of leather smacking flesh. “Your cute white ass is mine after this!”

“We’ll see!” Ron gasped.

Ron knew as well as Lucie that the fight was almost over. Nearly exhausted, Ron could block Lucie’s assault intermittently as he grew hornier and hornier. Ron was a good boxer, but Lucie was much better, a natural people called her. A battle with her could end only one way.

Lucie’s right plowed into Ron’s head, putting him on the ropes. He felt the gym fly off kilter, followed by two bursts of intense pain in his midsection. Ron groaned internally as the wind was punched out of him.

And wherever Ron moved, Lucie was there, her fists battering his head and upper torso. Concentration seemed to leak from the pours of Ron’s body. His arms were stones and they fell away, leaving him defenseless.

Lucie shoved the sagging male onto the ropes and slugged him in the face. Ron felt himself drop downward, his knees slowly buckling. Ron could only dimly adore Lucie’s beautiful face and sexy toned arms and shoulders. For a relaxed moment between blows, Ron wondered if eh was already dreaming erotically from the knock out punch Lucie already delivered.

BAM!!!

A devastating upper cut blasted Ron’s chin. He hit the canvas with a crash. The ref pushed an ecstatic Lucie away from her victim and began the count. Fans from the Amazonia cheered Lucie’s brutal finishing shot and echoed the ref’s count until Ron’s loss was official.

The ref hauled Lucie’s right fist above her head and shouted: “Winner in the sixth round by a total knockout…Lucie Saint-Marc!”

Another cheer flooded the gym, while the fight doctor and Ron’s second, Will, rolled a stretcher into the ring. In one quick motion, they loaded the still unconscious fighter onto it.

As they started to move him out of the ring, Lucie called out for them to wait. The gym went silent. Lucie swaggered confidently toward Ron, who had a tranquil expression on his face and large bulge poking embarrassingly upward in his trunks.

Lucie grazed the erection with the palm of her hand as she leaned over the slumbering boxer. She planted a long, sexual kiss on Ron’s motionless lips, clasping his bruised cheeks in her hands as she did so.

A wild cheer convulsed the ring as Lucie straightened up. Lucie knew she loved Ron.


Ron pressed his lips to Lucie’s smooth stomach. Running his tongue along the rim of her naval, Ron wondered how he had punched that lovely spot so hard a few days ago. But he was just as perplexed that the tender brown fingers which caressed his penis and yanked his hair during orgasm had also knocked him out cold.

The former combatants had had made love all night. Lucie expected sexual gratification from any male she defeated: it was his admission of her physical strength.

“I got you damn good!” Lucie murmured, just touching the bruise on Ron’s face with the tips of her fingers. “Do you remember the end of our fight?”

Ron began licking Lucie’s breasts, letting his tongue dally on her nipples. “I was out on my feet,” he answered. “Thinking of you!”

Lucie giggled, feeling horniness build in her again. She was beginning to savor every move Ron’s body made.

“Keisha’s my next victim on Saturday night,” Lucie mentioned.

Ron frowned heavily. His experience with Keisha was mixed. They had had a nice fling before she settled down with her new guy, Max. Keisha had also, very painfully, flattened Ron twice in the ring.

“Keisha’s trouble, Lucie!’ Ron lay next to her on the pillow. “She’ll knock you the fuck out!”

Lucie shot her new lover a shocked stare. “What?! I’ve gone and put five men, including you, down to sleep like babies and I’m supposed to worry about her?”

“Yes, you should,” Ron replied. “Keisha’s only lost two of her thirty fights. She doesn’t hurt opponents, she injures them! And she’ll make a point of it with you!”

Lucie heard a distressed tone in Ron’s voice and kissed him. “Are you in love with me Ron?”
Ron stammered. “Yes…I am.”

Lucie pulled him on top of her. “Then give me some of it!”

Boxing Babes, Sam Fox and Kos

The following is an autobiographical essay about how I came to love boxing females and being knocked out. I hope my readers both male and female will recognize similar experiences as my own


Since I was a little kid, I’ve been turned on by women and knockouts. I always loved to watch women fight and like best the bouts that end with one participant unconscious on the canvas. I also like the idea of erotic combat with a woman that ends with me defeated and knocked out cold.

As a child, I watched reruns of I Dream of Jeanie and Wonder Woman because I knew many of the episodes featured Barbara Eden and Lynda Carter getting koed as part of the plot. One feature had Eden getting walloped by a rake handle while trying to rescue her Master and Mjr. Healey from rednecks who that the astronauts were alien invaders. Jeanie’s eyes go blank and her body goes stiff. In the next shot, she is flat on her back in a pile of hay OUT COLD! At 12 years old, I was in love.

Wonder Woman got chloroformed, gassed and clobbered and always landed prone in front of the camera. My personal favorite had Lynda Carter in a steam bath, dressed in a tight black one piece bathing suit. The villain floods the room with knock out gas, sending Carter to La La Land. She is carried out by henchmen and rolled by the viewer on a gurney. In that black bathing suit, it was clear why Carter was meant to be Wonder Woman: she is gorgeous, statuesque and full-chested! And meant to be laid out and dreaming by a bad guy.

One summer afternoon a few years later, I was in Manhattan and walked past the open door of bar. On the TV two women in spandex tights where hurling each other around the wrestling ring. This was my first encounter with Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW) and my favorite GLOW grappler, Col. Ninotchka. Tall, long legged and bosomy, Ninotchka played by Lori Weathers was my dream girl. Sporting a fake Russian accent and short, bottle blonde hair, Ninotchka never lost a fight and always demolished her rivals. I wanted sex with her and went after a slew of girls, with varying success, that had some resemblance to her.

Ladies Professional Wrestling Association gave me even stronger examples of female aggression and opened a new fetish to me. I watched regularly on Sunday nights, waiting for Misty Blue Simmes, Terri Power and Reggie Bennett to appear. Not only did I need sex with these powerhouses, I wanted to take them on in ring, also! And lose! I daydreamed of taking varied defeats after extensive bodily contact with these ladies: going out for the count in the muscular arms of Terri Power’s sleeper hold or Misty Blue scissoring me unconscious, her luscious thighs wrapped around my throat. And then one that got me through many math classes: a tender, affectionate but unrelenting breast smother from Reggie Bennett! I envisioned myself out cold on the canvas, female spectators going wild, as Reggie planted her foot on my chest as she flexed her biceps for the crowd. She smiles down at me, happily anticipating what comes next when I regain consciousness.

From then on, being knocked out by a strong, beautiful woman and having sex with her when I came around was one of my biggest fantasies.

I also became interested in women’s boxing and found myself turned on by women wearing boxing gloves. Even more than wrestling, boxing to a ko with a woman peaked my interest, as is reflected in my blog stories. One of my recurring desires was to go a few rounds with British singer and Page 3 model Samantha Fox. Fox actually did fight another women a few years ago in Germany, which looked like publicity stunt. But seeing her in the get up pictured above reminded me of what I wanted to happen between us. I imagined I was a young boxer, just learning to fight. Samantha worked out at the same gym as I did and she has taken on and defeated almost all the males. Seeing me outside the ring after dispatching another challenger to dreamland, Samantha bounds through the ropes and confronts me. Her blonde hair, blue eyes and great body hold me captive.

“You looking for a fight, little boy?” Samantha asks, giving me shove. Her English accent also fires me up. “Cause I will knock you out!”

I tell her I do and Samantha shoves me again, this time into an empty dressing room.

“Okay little boy, tomorrow, 11 am!” Samantha declares and gives me a long kiss. “You’ll have a great time tomorrow, so you better get some sleep!”

BAM!!!

Samantha Fox delivers a devastating upper cut to my chin. Stars explode everywhere as I lift off the ground and splash into a warm pool of sleep. I wake a few minutes later on a nearby rub down table. Samantha is gone. My jaw aches and I’m in love.

The next day, Samantha Fox beats me senseless. I end up standing defenseless in the middle of the ring, dazed and horny. Samantha’s fist goes back and she gives me an affectionate smile.

“Sweet dreams, love!”

All I see is her red boxing glove came sailing at me and POW!!!

I lay on the canvas, sound asleep. “See you when you come to, lover boy!” Samantha tells me as I’m carried out of the ring on a stretcher.


Back in reality, this scenario isn’t likely. My experience has been that most female reactions to my desire for mixed boxing ranges from amusement to complete incomprehension. And I’ve found girls who do share my fetish, a lot of the time, aren’t primarily interested with my pleasure. But to dream is to hope.

Kim Caldwell, Girl Boxer

When the knock out punch hit, Kim was thinking about Nick Mace, the reason she was in this fight.

Kim stumbled like a drunken ballerina from the force of Bianca’s straight right colliding with her jaw. Kim’s eyes went vacant, signaling the match was over. As she toppled onto the ropes, Kim’s head lolled downward as she tried to reorder the mental picture she had of Nick, shattered by the impact of Bianca’s glove.

The fragments turned to stars and pinwheels that mobbed Kim’s vision. Kim moaned as lightness swept through her body, propelling her into sleep. Bianca darted backward, leaving, leaving her opponent’s path to the canvas clear. A hard thud followed Kim’s landing; flat on her stomach, face to the side, arms limply at her waist. Kim never heard the crash; her fleeting moments of consciousness were dedicated to the dreamy sensation that filled every inch of her body. And then Kim was soundly asleep.

“Keep away from Nick, you fucking slut!” Bianca yelled down at the slumbering Kim as the ten count started. In Kim’s corner stood her two best friends, Gwen and Ellie, both ready for the count out to finish so they could get Kim off the canvas. Every one in the gym had their digital cameras out, preserving the image of the defeated girl.

“…and 10! You are out!” The ref declared Bianca winner by a complete knockout as Gwen and Ellie bounded into the ring and carried Kim back to their corner. Nick, who Kim and Bianca had battled over, always thought Kim was attractive. Watching the devastated girl boxer carried past him, Nick decided Kim was really sexy. And something in her lower lip as it hung slackly, displaying some of Kim’s teeth, looked slutty to Nick.

Bianca walked over to the opposite corner when Kim was brought around by Gwen and Ellie. Kim had been dreaming of sex with Nick, while birds sang in her head, so Kim was confused when she was jolted awake with smelling salts.

“Listen closely to me, you little cum dump!” Bianca began addressing her rival as she shoved past Gwen and Ellie. “If I see you near Nick again, you’ll be sorry! Try and fuck around with him and I’ll put you in a hospital bed! Clear?!”

Kim glared angrily at Bianca. “Yeah..whatever…”

Bianca went back to her corner and climbed out, followed by Nick. As he bent down through the ropes, Nick caught Kim’s eye.


Kim really loved men. When she wanted a guy, she went after him until she got him. Most of the time, this effort ended with Kim lying on a bed, enjoying the pleasures of climax and afterglow. But this time it ended with Kim flat on the canvas, her blonde hair making a halo around her sleeping head.

Still, Kim would not give up on Nick. A year earlier, Kim had a lesbian fling. She accepted a challenge from another girl boxer, Desiree, a short spunky girl with wild eyes who was the leader of the gym’s small lesbian clique. The fight went two rounds before Desire wished Kim good night and put her opponent to sleep with a smashing upper cut. Desiree went to see Kim after she recovered from the punch out and seduced her. Desiree and Kim had sex that night and Kim enjoyed it. But it was better with a guy, Kim decided.

That was what Kim reaffirmed as she fucked Nick two weeks later in his bed room. Nick had told Bianca that he was going to aunt’s funeral and wouldn’t be home that weekend.

Early the next morning, Kim left Nick fast asleep on his bed and went out the back door.

“Leaving by the back door, just like a whore!” Startled, Kim turned and saw Bianca step out from behind the shrubs and block the driveway. Panic seized Kim, remembering what Bianca had promised if she caught her screwing with her boyfriend. “Dead aunt my ass!” Bianca spat as she walked right up to Kim.

“Hold it Bianca, I can explain, I….” Kim, terrified, fumbled for an excuse. When she saw Bianca’s fixed stare and rapt smile, she knew what was coming. “Please Bianca, don’t do this!” Kim pleaded.

Bianca pounded her right fist into her left palm. Kim felt cold fear in her stomach. “Please…?”

Bianca cocked her right arm back. “Pleasant dreams!”

The last thing Kim saw was Bianca’s smile widen with anticipation.

BAM!!!

SOCK!!!

POW!!!

Kim heard Bianca call her a bitch and a stinging upper cut snapped her head back. Stars were exploding everywhere after darkness consumed Kim’s brain. More punches followed. Kim saw them as a fresh detonation of fireworks and the blows began to have a rhythm that Kim began to feel in tune with until she passed contentedly into sleep.


Two hours later, Nick came out to go jogging and saw Kim sprawled on the backyard hammock. She was naked except for her pink silk panties. Kim’s legs were wide apart, dangling from the sides of the hammock and her hands were in the front of the panties. Kim’s head nestled on a small pillow, turned away from Nick. She had a gleeful smile on her lips that contrasted sharply with the fresh black eye.

Knowing exactly what had happened, Nick scrambled inside and called the first aid squad.

Waking later that day in the hospital bed, Kim Caldwell, Girl Boxer, thought about love.

Kim and Janet: Two Knockouts

“Yep, all the girls call you Keisha’s punching bag,” Kim said, hurling a right to my gut. I let out a groan of pain and as I fell forward, Kim pushed me back. This gave me a good view of the brown-skinned beauty who had been taking me apart for three rounds and I have to admit I liked what I saw, even if a sinister smile lit up her pretty face.

I took a weak swing in response to Kim’s bare belly, but she laughingly shoved my fist away and slugged me on the jaw. Then the boxing ring, which had been spinning furiously, slowed down drastically. Looking at Kim, I wondered why I had put off getting in the ring with her. She had fine long legs and generous hips that her white shortie shorts clung to desperately. Kim was also one of my girlfriend Keisha’s long time friends who I had wanted to nail from the moment I saw her.

Now I stood groggily trying to raise my fists, sexual desire the only thing that kept me on my feet. “Let…me…Kim, just …once…”

“Let you what, Max? Take a swing at me?” Kim taunted. “Or would rather take a poke?”

WAP!!

The left hook came from nowhere and I sagged into the ropes. Kim quickly righted me, tilting my head so we looked each other face to face. “Judging by the shape of your trunks, Max, I’d say you want to take a poke, really hard!”

SOCK!!!

That did it! Stars exploded all over the gym. I fell toward and Kim easily stepped out of my path to the canvas. There was total darkness, but the fireworks display in my brain continued; lights, pinwheels, roman candles. I felt happy to watch the vibrant colors flashing in my head, a contented, idiot smile on my face.

“That’s right, Max, you go to sleep now,” Kim cooed into my ear. Her lips pressed against mine and I was out cold.

I came around on my bed, with Kim lying next to me.

“How do you feel, Max?” she purred.

“Awful!” I moaned. “How did I get here?”

“I carried little Miss Punching Bag up myself!” Kim gave me a kiss where she had bruised my face in the second round. “After I knocked you out and administered the ten count! What did you dream about; you were out for long time!”

I sat up and noticed Kim and I was naked. “Fucking you stupid!”

Cheating on Keisha never really bothered me. Keisha was my only true love, the other girls were just sex. But Kim was really great sex! I woke the next morning my face resting between Kim’s gentle breasts. Kim told me in detail how much she enjoyed our time together. “Do you get horny when you knock a girl out, Max?”

“Hell yeah!” I answered. I told her about my bout with Koi Shiga a few months back. But Kim claimed that didn’t count, Koi wanted me to punch her lights out. “That wasn’t a real match!”

Kim told me a new girl had joined the gym, a dancer named Janet who said she could box.

“By the looks of her, she gets most of her exercise giving lap dances,” Kim added. “There’s the chick you need to get in the ring with!”


A few days later, back at the gym, I took Kim’s advice.

Janet was a full-chested white girl, with long, curly bleach blonde hair and great legs meant to be wrapped around a dance pole or a guy’s legs. I challenged Janet to a knock out boxing match: the bout wouldn’t be over until one of us was out cold.

“Any time you want, Max!” Janet giggled. Looking at the small lovely chin of hers and those luscious red lips, I knew who was going to be snoozing

“Come on, Max, you ready?” Janet asked as she climbed into the ring. She wore a skimpy red bikini and suddenly I felt transported to when I was a kid at the pool making out with the girls behind the snack bar. My whole being wanted to defeat Janet and put her to sleep!

By round four, Janet was face down on the canvas, smiling, her cute little ass hiked up in the air. For the first two rounds, I softened Janet up. Concentrating on her body, I put her on the canvas a few times. She always got back, but slower each time. I went to work in round three, clocking her a few times in the head and working the mid section.

“Got any more gas in your tank, Janet?” I asked as the round concluded. Janet was barely standing, her eyes glassy and unsteady on her feet. “Yeah, a whole tank full…” she mumbled and stumbled back to her corner.

The bell for round four sounded loudly. I pounded Janet right on the jaw as she came at me. The punch jerked her head back and Janet gave me a baffled look, unsure what I had just done. Then a content smile stretched across her passive face. “Thank you, Max…”

Janet sighed.

Eyes closing, Janet pitched face first to the canvas, landing with a loud thud! For a long moment, I drank in the sight of Janet’s cute ass and then knelt down by head to give her the ten count.

“…10! You’re out Janet honey! Can you hear me?”
Janet just smiled and let out a contented moan. I slipped my hands under her arms and lifted Janet to her feet. Eyes opening slowly, Janet began to mumble and put her arms on my shoulders to steady her self. “I was dreaming, Max, when you woke me!”

“About what?” I asked.

“All the guys in the gym loved me.” Janet explained, pressing her gloved hand to her head. “All of them.”

“Would you like me to admire you, Janet?”

“Sure..I would…”

BAP!!!

I sucker punched Janet right on the jaw. Those sexy blue eyes rolled up in their sockets and Janet slumped across my left shoulder. Patting her appreciatively on the ass, I carried her out of the ring.

Roxy Two - Keisha's Revenge

By the fourth round, Keisha was taking a pounding from Roxy. The Dane clearly loved her time in the ring with my girlfriend, working Keisha’s head and body at a careful but brutal pace. Roxy wanted Keisha knocked out and, like all the other women who challenged her for fucking their boyfriends, reminded that all the guys in the gym were Roxy’s.

That was true as far as I was concerned. The big breasted boxer and I had been screwing off and on since Roxy punched me out a few weeks earlier. Then Keisha found out and she confronted the Danish Delight, as the males in the gym called Roxy. Before that, Keisha cornered me in our bedroom and worked me over. I got a black eye for my infidelity!

“I’ll fuck your boyfriend any time I want!” Roxy said, landing a punishing right hook to Keisha’s jaw. Keisha barely had her arms raised to block the punch and her eyes were glassy. Keisha tried to speak, moan some curse at her opponent, but Roxy hammered her again, this time on the left side of her face. Roxy stepped back, laughing mockingly as Keisha staggered, now only semi-conscious. When Roxy saw Keisha’s gloves fall to her side as she began to waver, the Nordic Amazon giggled aloud and slugged Keisha in the gut.

I watched from the corner with Keisha’s sister, Araya. We both prayed the round ending bell would sound quickly, putting a stop to Keisha’s torture. But deep down, I loved to see Keisha get knocked out as much as she got aroused by seeing me hit the canvas. We loved each other, but we got off on seeing the other beaten up.

Roxy battered Keisha’s mid section twice more, each time taking immense pleasure in pressing Keisha back up and onto the ropes. “I’m going to fuck your boy right after this fight is over!” Roxy shouted, though it was unlikely the heavily dazed Keisha could understand her. “I’d let you watch, but you’ll be sound asleep!”

Roxy gave the slumped over Keisha a long, mocking kiss and bashed home an upper cut!

POW!!!

I stared as Keisha bounded into the ropes, her chin pointing straight up in the air. The taunt ropes broke her downward motion and pitched Keisha directly at the waiting Roxy.

SOCK!!!

Roxy’s second right hook smacked Keisha on the side of the head. “Sod dromme!” shouted Roxy as Keisha went completely limp and plummeted to the canvas, her face passive, eyes shut and lips gapping open. “Skoge!!” added Roxy when my girlfriend landed with a thud.

Roxy gave Keisha a pointless count out. Keisha was in a deep slumber. As the Ref raised Roxy’s fists in triumph, Araya and I bounded into the ring.

“How could you do that, Roxy!” I shouted angrily at the Scandinavian honey as Araya examined her sister.

“How you say in English Max? Easy?”

WAP!!!

Roxy sucker punched me. I heard her chuckle as I fell. The canvas felt different as I landed. As the lights went out, I realized I was face down on Keisha’s ass. A wave of lust went through me and I pressed my lips dopily to her exposed but cheeks. Satisfied, I went to sleep.

“Come on love birds, come on!”

Araya’s voice and some gentle slaps brought me back. I was slumped against the ropes, next to Keisha, who was also regaining consciousness. My hazy vision took in the smiling Araya and her lovely chest. I groggily counted in my mind the times I had sex with Araya: twice I told myself and smiled at the memory. Another slap hit my face and I was completely awake. “What happened?” I mumbled, my face aching. Looking to the side, I could see Araya was helping her sister to her unsteady feet.

“You got in Roxy’s face about the fight and she creamed you!” Araya explained. Araya helped Keisha to a nearby chair and got me standing. “You okay Keisha, honey?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she sighed looking at me with a smile.

“What are you going to do?”

Keeping her smile, Keisha replied: “Max, I’m going to knock that bitch’s block off!”


Two weeks later Keisha challenged Roxy publically and the entire gym turned out for the bout. Roxy accepted with arrogant assurance, but Keisha was intent like I’d never seen her. This wasn’t two angry chicks cat fighting, this was a reckoning!

Both girls swirled around each other when the bell rang, like leaves caught in a storm. Keisha had learned her lesson from her first fight: stay clear of Roxy’s attack until she slows down.

For two rounds she dodged and landed punches at the best moments, smacking Roxy in the head most of the time and getting the Dane very angry. Then in Round Three it happened. Keisha was dancing around the increasingly annoyed Roxy, ducking punches, when my girl landed a pounding upper cut!

Roxy let out a loud “OOOOFFFF!!!” as she staggered back, gloves still raised to her chest. Keisha moved like lightening, working Roxy’s midsection with no mercy. From our corner, I could hear Keisha telling Roxy that I was her man and she should find her own.

The mostly female crowd cheered every one of Keisha’s blows that slammed into Roxy, snapped the blonde’s head back and forth and making her groans louder with each gut shot!

Seeing Roxy was out on her feet, Keisha stepped back a few paces and Roxy, in a total daze, stumbled off the ropes. Keisha smiled maliciously as she guided her former romantic rival to the center of the ring. Roxy’s chin was sunk on chest and she began a slow descent to the canvas. Keisha straightened her up and tilted her head to eye level.

“Sweet dreams, bitch!!” Keisha shouted and slammed a left right combination to Roxy’s chin.

For a moment the gym was soundless as Roxy, eyes shut, arms limp and dangling, swayed backward and forward. Then, suddenly, she crashed face first to the canvas, knocked out cold!

Flat out at Keisha’s feet, Roxy slumbered through the ten count, a stupid grin growing across her lovely face.

“Winner by a TOTAL knockout, Keisha!” the ref announced.