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!”