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.