Veronica

For the first time Veronica Mitchell wanted to have sex with a young man before flattening him in a boxing match. When she saw Dave, a sharp thrill pierced Veronica. She talked to him for awhile at the gym and decided that, as much as she liked the young school teacher, she would follow her standard procedure: boxing victory first, then get laid.
Dave wanted to fight the 45 year old, red haired divorcee maybe more than he wanted to fuck her and Dave was aching to have sex with Veronica. She read both desires in Dave from the way he looked at her 36DD chest and powerful gams. Younger women would waste time leading on a boy who displayed that much yearning, but Veronica had learned the benefits that appreciating male horiness provided.

In the ring Veronica wore a tight, white athletic bra and dark blue foxy boxing trunks, intended to distract Dave. Walking languidly toward her opponent, who stood in the center of the ring, Veronica knew her ploy worked completely. Dave's blue eyes were fixed yearningly on her body and his boxing gloves, crossed self-consciously in front of his trunks, clearly shielded an erection.
"Hi Dave," Veronica purred, her eyes sharpening on him. "You know the rules, I assume?"
Veronica shifted her hips to provide Dave a fuller view of her bare legs.
"We box to a knockout," Dave answered absently. Veronica spoke with a sweet, mocking surprise: "Good boy...."
The pair were close enough to embrace, Veronica's rigid nipples brushing back and forth gently on Dave's shirtless chest. A kiss consumed them for a moment. Veronica felt fingers slip under the waistband of her trunks and glide caressingly down to her pussy.
Veronica's mouth fell open quietly as Dave stroked her vagina, until he found her clit.
"Dave...oh...you...ca..n't..."
Pleasure soared through her body.
BAP!!
Veronica's right fist impacted Dave's chin. He let out a sharp "Uuuufff!"
Multi-colored stars were dancing in Dave's eyes when Veronica called his name. He was seated in his corner where an affectionate Veronica was lacing up his boxing gloves.
"Trying to tire me out, honey stick?" Veronica asked as Dave wondered aloud what had happened. "Give Veronica a few orgasms so her timing will be off in the ring?"
Dave shook his vision clear. Clutching the ropes, he pulled himself up. "I'm ready!" he declared with slight unsteadiness.
"From the moment you saw me, Dave," Veronica said, strutting back to her corner.

When the buzzer screeched, Veronica strode out at Dave intently, the elbow of her right arm arching back.
Dave saw Veronica's face, beautiful and intent...
BAM!!!
Dave landed on on his back, stretched out on the canvas before Veronica. She looked adoringly at the slumbering young man who smiled at the erotic dreams flickering in his brain.

Dave spent the weekend after their short bout at Veronica's summer house, a prize from her divorce. They fucked until Veronica passed into satisfied slumber and Dave into exhausted contentment, his face resting between Veronica's yielding breasts.
Dave dreamt he was a mountain lion. He had just finished mating with an older she cat. As he rose to leave the conjugal cave, the she cat roared her objection. Dave asserted his freedom. The cries filled the wilderness until the she-cat felt a cold panic when Dave turned to leave. She slapped her paw down on Dave's tail.
When he turned back, the she-cat's fore paw smacked the male's jaw. The lights went out in his head and he flopped on his side unconscious.
As she had done to so many of her baby cubs, the she-cat maternally clasped the scruff of Dave's neck with her jaws and gently hauled him into the cave. He would give her many cubs.

Dave waited a few months before he fought Veronica again. He knew she would begin taking him for granted at some point. In the meantime, Veronica was fucking him so hard he was often to drained to speak. A few of the gym's twenty-something girls, that hated Veronica as a boyfriend poacher, came on to Dave, giving him easy access to blonds that would have been more trouble to bed down otherwise. And Dave finally admitted to himself that he was growing to like Veronica as more than a "fuck buddy," as he often heard other guys in the gym talk about their flings.
"Want to try again?" Veronica said as they touched gloves.
"I do," Dave said with an assurance of a groom at the altar that left Veronica uneasy. But when she looked at his cock, she got a thrilling rush that almost made her dizzy. He likes pussy too much, Veronica decided to herself as she felt a nudge at her shoulder.
When she turned, Dave's fist pounded her jaw.
Veronica staggered against the ropes, the the entire gym bouncing in thousands of directions at once. Dave's follow up right hook put Veronica on the canvas. Her eyes opened and closed rapidly as she felt that thrilling rush very briefly. Then her body relaxed and she was out cold against the ropes.
Dave counted her out and lifted Veronica in his arms. The unconscious cougar let out a soft purr and her face nestled on Dave's shoulder.

Miki's Rival

Ron felt a little nervous looking at Natalie standing in the corner of the ring opposite him. Miki rubbed his shoulders affectionately and assured Ron that he was going to knock the girl out with no effort. His female challenger, silently waiting for Miki to finish so the match could begin, allowed a coy smile to curl her red lips.
One week earlier, Ron and Natalie had met at a party. Both were already drunk and quickly got to sex, first in the host's spare bedroom and then overnight in Natalie's apartment. Two days later at the gym, Natalie thanked Ron for a great night of love making and challenged him to a bout. Miki didn't know about her boyfriend's cheating and Ron prayed Natalie would shut up about the matter.
"You two ready?" Miki asked, smacking Ron's bare back.
The combatants stepped forward, touching gloves in the center of the ring.
"What's this about Natalie?" Ron asked her in a low voice. The pair circled each other, eyes fixed on each other's movements.
"I like knocking out the men I fuck!" Natalie explained, widening her smile. "The more they pleased me the harder I hit them! And I plan on beating you senseless in front of your girlfriend."
Ron tagged her gut immediately. Natalie groaned without crouching and slugged Ron on the chin with a straight right.
Ron was seated on the canvas when he heard Natalie's laughter. Miki telling him to get up was mixed in with Natalie and the sound of bells. Ron pulled himself up and went at Natalie again.
For two minutes, leather flew between the couple. Ron worked Natalie's body, hoping to wear her down. The girl seemed to absorb all Ron threw at her. The moment one of his jabs missed her head, Natalie landed a pummeling 1-2 combination to Ron's chin.
WHAP!
POW!
The inside of Ron's skull rattled and suddenly it was silent in the ring. Ron lifted his right glove and began to paw Natalie's breasts lovingly, wondering when she was going to finish him off.
"Ron, who's your mama?"
Ron's befuddled brain jumbled the boxing reality with the memory of fucking Natalie. "You're my mama....."
"That's right!"
Natalie tilted Ron's drooping chin upright. His eyes were glassy and unfocused.
Ignoring Miki's curses, Natalie gave her opponent a long, very sexual kiss and fondled his bulging erection.
"Sweet dreams, Ron!"
The punch shot up between the faces of the two fighters and bashed Ron's chin. For a few seconds Ron swayed on his heels, listening to the chirping of the birds in his ears. Then he tumbled to the canvas flat on his back, his erection making a circus tent in his trunks.
Even as Natalie began the count, Miki leaped through the ropes to her boyfriend. This was the first time she'd seen Ron knocked out.
"Did you get off on that bitch?!" Miki yelled as she checked Ron.
"Hell, yeah!" Natalie answered, looking Miki over. Ron's loving punching bag was the nickname for Miki, Natalie recalled. All upset with him, too. How sweet.
Natalie continued. "I'm sorry, I've got this thing, I have to beat up the guys I've fucked!"
Miki fixed a vicious stare at her rival and then glanced back at Ron. The unconscious boxer gave Miki a sleepy and contented smile.
"He's dreaming about our time together," added Natalie.
"When?" Miki snarled.
Natalie let out a contemptuous laugh. "What are you, a masochist? We were at a party thrown by Max and Keisha!"
"He said he went to his sister's!"
Miki's voice was equal parts confused and enraged.
"Ron lied? Really? Me and Prince Valiant here got to talking and I liked his...his...build...I don't need to explain the rest?"
"No!" Miki let Ron drop from her hands. He hit the canvas with a loud "THUD." "You don't!"
Mike took two swings at Natalie which she dodged gracefully and shoved Miki. Miki tripped over Ron and hit the canvas squarely on her ass.
"No wonder Ron fucks around!" concluded Natalie, scornfully.
Miki cursed in Mandarin as she rose to her feet, rubbing her sore ass cheeks.
The two women traded punches quickly. Natalie shoved Miki a second time and before the confused girl could defend herself, Natalie pasted her with a cracking right to the jaw.
Reality accordioned and shimmered for Miki. She wanted to call Natalie a whore again, but the energy drained from her. Miki's body relaxed, knees buckling as she pitched forward.
Natalie thought the knocked out lovers looked very cute sprawled on the canvas next to each other. Miki's body writhed briefly as an orgasm shook her body.
Natalie laughed to herself.
Removing her boxing gloves, Natalie pulled down Ron's trunks, exposing his purple hard on. She worked the erection until Ron ejaculated.
In her profound knock out, Miki saw brilliant stars and exploding fireworks showered everywhere. "These Dreams" by Heart echoed in Miki's brain.

Kidnap

Sonia's fetish was to be abducted in public. Neil, her boyfriend, always let Sonia wander from store to store so she would never be sure when he'd strike.
The couple had played "Kidnap" a few of times before; Neil always sprung the snatch as a surprise. Afterward they'd have incredible sex because Sonia loved most the role of victim and Neil the attacker.
Sonia's back was to her stalker, a glossy fashion magazine open in her delicate hands. Neil saw she'd put on the black, calf length black suede boots and tight blue jeans that curved to her long legs and sculpted buttocks. Sonia had worn them a year ago when they first met. Curly shoulder length strawberry blond hair fell across her back as it did that day, also.
Before they commenced that afternoon's game of Kidnap, Neil told Sonia to expect anything.
Their first game ended when Neil slipped behind Sonia in a deserted ladies room. All Sonia remembered was the mirror image of Neil raising the sap behind her head. Then lightening struck. The floor slipped from under Sonia's feet and she collapsed into a deep well of blackness.
Neil carried the unconscious girl out the back of the department store and to their car, where he drove them home.
The second time Neil slipped behind the the counter of the coffee shop Sonia had entered and dosed her coffee with sodium pentothal. Neil watched with gratification as Sonia appeared to become unsteady, touching her finger to her swimming head. Finally the girl's eyelids were too heavy. Sonia beamed passively and slumped head first on the table.
Neil draped one of Sonia's languid arms over his shoulder and walked his sleeping beauty out of the cafe, his right arm securely (and lovingly) around her waist. On the drive home, Neil questioned Sonia on her sex life before they met.
Moving soundlessly up the aisle next to his victim, Neil tried to decide if he should use the sap or a judo chop to take out Sonia this time.
Sonia admitted a few days after the first session of Kidnap that the blow from the sap stung for a few seconds, but the deep unconsciousness she dropped into felt rapturous.
But Neil also knew a correctly placed judo chop would make his lover see stars, a vision he hadn't given her yet.
Moving toward her, Neil wanted to grab Sonia's ass before bestowing the knock out. Seeing Sonia leap and squeal in surprise always reved Neil up.
Instead he clasped Sonia's elegant shoulder and turned her to him. Sonia let out breathy gasp...
WHAP!!!
The straight right staggered Sonia, whose eyes widened even as darkness surged over her. The magazine tumbled on the floor, revealing a seductive blond in silk lingerie flat on a bed, her eyes closed and her head turned in post coital bliss.
The falling girl landed across Neil's shoulder. He shifted her for balance and walked out to their car in the large parking lot.
Setting her down in in the front passenger seat, Neil clicked on her seat belt and kissed Sonia's smooth cherry lips. A soft murmur poured like syrup from the girl.
She'll be coming around soon enough, Neil thought as he started the car. Better get her to bed!