Mina's Fall

When she was a young girl, Mina loved to fist fight. Lana, her slightly older sister, would arrange matches with kids from their neighborhood. Most of Mina's opponents were boys, close to Mina's age of 13.
The bouts were bare knuckled and took place after school in one of the out-of-the way fields at the recreation center. The boys limped away, bruised and completely defeated. The secret to Mina's triumphs was her unexpected aggression. The small, thin girl charged at the boys when Lana rang the improvised bell and clobbered her startled foes.
Erik asked to fight Mina on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Mina knew Erik from her English class and thought he was handsome and smart. At the clang of the bell, Mina threw herself at Erik, who stepped aside from her. Erik leaped back into Mina's path after her small fist flew past his head and slugged the girl on the jaw.
The punch stilled Mina instantly. She swayed on her feet, eyes wide and expressionless, mouth sagging open. She wondered what Erik and the spectators were gawking at. Mina's body relaxed to the consistency of a rubber band. Tilting forward, Mina felt the impact of her body striking the ground in darkness.
"Mina....say something..."
The blackness parted and Mina saw the blue sky filled by the looming faces of Lana and Erik, who sat her upright.
"Are you with us Mina?" Mina responded to Erik's deep voice and looked him over, trying to recall what happened.
"Knocked me out...." Mina sighed as she stood on her feet. Lana and Erik carried the young teen, her arms over their shoulders, back to the girl's dressing room. Mina tried to remember the events of the last ten minutes, but she was still very groggy.

For a long time after the match with Erik, Mina stopped fighting. It was not fear, but confusion that stilled her fists. Mina could not comprehend how the knock out happened: she was fighting like always and then she was asleep. She felt herself drift off and then slumber on the ground. When she woke, Mina did not feel defeated or humiliated, but immensely changed. An intense openness burst inside her in the darkness and Mina saw the world, and men, differently afterwards.
At Mitchell University, Mina joined the women's boxing team and fought again. Training was done between women, but Mina often fought members of the men's team. Mina had grown from a merely pretty adolescent into a lean, sexually inviting young woman, whose beauty and fighting skill made her welcome among the male fighters.
Dion was pleasantly confused when Mina asked for a fight. They had slept together twice, each time after parties at the two-room English department of Mitchell University. Both encounters were immensely satisfying for both and nothing more was expected, at least as far as Dion was concerned. So when the girl challenged him, Dion was perplexed, as if the girl wanted more from him than sex.
"I've got a few inches on you, Mina," he told her.
"Just a few!" Mina peered into Dion's eyes, slyly smiling, canines flashing, as if she was aware of something he was not.
"You want to get hurt? Is that it?"
Dion's last three bouts with women were at the school's Oring Gymnasium. All three ended with the women knocked out cold. Dion reminded Mina of that fact.
"I know, I saw the last one," Mina purred. "You flattened my cousin Mikki Huang in two rounds. But I know you wouldn't hurt me. I know that already."
Dion resolved to finish Mina early.
For a moment they simply looked at each other and Mina walked away.

Keeping his resolution, Dion had Mina asleep on the canvas by round two. He watched her glide around the ring, admiring her technique and punching strength, adoring Mina's long legs and round face. Dion was a lover waiting for the perfect moment to take his beloved.
Dion allowed his opponent time to perform for the audience of mostly women. In the moments before he laid into Mina, Dion wondered how let down her team members would be when he put Mina out? Considering how women actually feel toward each other, Dion decided, stinging Mina's cheek with a right, they'll cheer when she's carried out of the ring.
Mina stumbled a few steps. Automatically, she pulled her fists together as she regained her footing. Then Mina counterattacked Dion and furious punches flew between them.
Dion hammered the girl harshly. Mina punched back hard, right to Dion's face, lefts to his torso, but each shot Dion landed throbbed through her body and drained Mina more and more each time.
Mina felt exhaustion creep through her and backed away from Dion. Dion surged forward, smacking a right upper cut to Mina's chin. The girl tumbled back, in a semi-crouched position, with her arms falling from their defensive position. Swerving to the left, Dion punished Mina's face with a brutal left-right combination. A gutshot bent the girl over, widening her eyes in agony.
"Night Mina!" was the faltering girl's last conscious memory. A comet exploded in her head and Mina dropped loudly onto the canvas.
As he caught his breath, Dion surveyed his work, enjoying the sight of Mina's wide open legs in the tight pink shorts.
Mina's sleeping brain swirled with brilliant lights and exploding pleasure, jumbled together with images and voices. Abby, the women's team captain, counted her friend out slowly giving her every chance to recover. That was futile: Mina settled into a deep knock out.
Mina came out of her slumber five minutes later in her dressing room. She was groggy and babbled about "Erik" when she could speak. Dion laughed to himself as he stood over Mina, assuming she had dreamt of a lover.

Roxana

Roxana was merciless in the boxing ring. She only fought mixed matches and every guy that tangled with her got carried out between the ropes, bruised and unconscious.
Will was no different.
His body shots to Roxana's carmel-brown midsection yielded nothing but a right cross that put Will into a galaxy of shinny stars. Thoroughly dazed, Will sat on his ass on the canvas, leering at Roxana's bare, muscular thighs and wanting to fuck her badly.
But the stars had so many bright colors....
Roxana saw clearly how groggy and horny Will was, so she slipped her gloved fists under his arms and lifted him up.
"William, our fight is over," she whispered in his ear. The bruised boxer barely comprehended what she said. "I hope you're a better fucker than a fighter!"
Will's dwindling attention shifted from Roxana's retracting right fist and to her blood red lips, high cheek bones and scarlet hair.
BAM!!!
Will heard an explosion. The force of Roxana's punch pitched Will across the ring, landing him under the ropes, the top of his head and arms dangling of the apron.
He wanted to slap Roxana's well toned ass and equally defined thighs and went to sleep.

They didn't carry Will out between the ropes. Emma and Adrienne, Will's seconds, moved him back to his corner. When his eyes opened, Will saw both girl's faces. Emma asked him his name.
"William," he said. Will was dizzy and fascinated with the girl's chests, especially Adrienne's.
"What time is it?" Emma asked.
"Story time...?" he answered.
"No, William!"
William shifted to Adrienne.
"Why Adrienne...what big breasts you have!"
Adrienne examined her full chest and she and Emma laughed. They pulled Will's arms over their shoulders and got him to his feet.
The ref was raising Roxana's right fist in a declaration of victory. She flashed her bedroom eyes at Will when he was carried past.

Will found Roxana a few days after their fight working a speed bag at the gym. He was two days recovering from the knockout, nursed attentively by Adrienne. The younger girl's attention was appealing, Will wanted sex with Roxana badly.
Roxana could see Will looking her body over as they talked, nodding slyly when he asked her out to dinner.
"You should be just right," Roxana said, grabbing Will's arm and maneuvering him into an empty dressing room. Will glanced at the large rubdown table.
"Want to get going already?" he asked.
"Can't wait sugar!"
POW!!
WAP!!
SOCK!!
Only two punches were required to knock Will out on his feet. As he swayed back and forth, eyes shut, lips curled in dreamy pleasure, Roxana's third blow was a shot in the eye. She liked giving men black eyes.
Roxana carried the unconscious Will in her arms the length of the gym, where everyone watched. Near the exit, Emma asked had happened.
"I asked Will out on our first date," Roxana approvingly took in the devastaed male she held. "And he accepted."

Roxana fucked Will so hard he fell in love with her. When he woke the next morning in his own bed, he knew he was meant to be with her forever.
"Oh...I see.. you've fallen for me, right Will?" Roxana said when Will got her alone at the gym.
"Yes...I can't stop thinking about you!" Will's eyes were on fire. Roxana knew what she had to do.
"Will, do you know what I do to guys who fall for me?" Roxana asked seductively, extending her bare right arm.
"What?" he answered happily staring at her bicep muscle.
"Kiss it Will!" Roxana ordered, flexing her bicep. Will pressed his lips to her muscle, loving the firm smoothness of her skin.
"Will?"
"Yes!?" he said, looking up. A clinched fist came at him. The explosion hurled Will across the room and into the wall. Will began dreaming of his night with Roxana as he slumped to the floor.

"Hey Will wake up!"
The voice was familiar, sweet and light, so he opened his eyes. Adrienne was looking down at him. "Looks like someone took another ko!"
"Yeah..Roxana..clobbered me.."
"I know...she told me.." Adrienne slowly helped Will to his feet. Giving him a loving kiss, she said: "Will, you need a new playmate!"