Donna

Donna resolved most of her personal problems with her fists. I've known her since the fifth grade and she's always ready for a fight. Beating up girls, her age and older, was how she started, but quickly discovered scraping with boys was more fun.

The cat fights were motivated by anger, usually provoked by the opponent. With guys, a fist fight with Donna was an extremely physical flirtation that ended with the object of Donna's affection flattened and seeing stars. Donna also learned to pick fights at her grade level. Her two bouts with older boys terminated with "Lights out, honey!" and a hay maker that magically transported her to a small bed in the school clinic.

In her senior year of high school, Donna learned to box and was a member of Blake Mitchell University's women's boxing team. I got see Donna fight the man would become her husband. She encircled Ned in the ring, bobbing and weaving with a sexual allure until the heart of round six when she put Ned on the canvas. Twenty years later Donna used her fists to put Ned and his girlfriend in the hospital for a week.

One result of her divorce was that every male in our area, married or not, wanted to nail Donna. I was one of them, though I shouldn't have been. My ten year marriage to Kim was humming along. We were both part owners in her family's nail saloon and I was a contented English teacher, if such a creature really existed.

"Hey, Steve, you want a black eye?!" Donna taunted me over the phone. "How about this Saturday afternoon?"

When the mood hit her, and that was often, Donna invited a guy to her place for a private boxing match in her backyard. The guests never made it home until the next morning, sporting a black eye and a smile, both reminders of how they'd spent the last 12 hours.

I took her offer of a black eye. Kim would be out of town for the weekend and I had no papers to grade.

Thick blue wrestling mats covered Donna's back porch. A king sized mattress lay near one corner.

"So you can sleep off the knock out, Steve honey!" Donna smiled, setting a tripod down next to the mattress. Donna attached a digital video recorder to the tripod and titled it down at the mattress.

Figuring my chances with the mattress, I saw how Donna's face had grown longer and wider and her cheek bones more noticeable since college. But at 49 she was still beautiful. She had been working out regularly over the last 20 years and all the sexy college girl fat had vanished, leaving long, well muscled arms and a round, smooth 34 C chest. Her doe eyes had sharpened with feline elegance. I suddenly remembered I'd never fought a woman in my life.

"We do best of three knockouts, right Steve?"

I looked at her in the tight blue jeans and green top with "BOY BEATER" written across the front.

"Ah...yeah..."I answered, tentatively.

"The winner of the round carries the loser to that mattress and counts them out. I'm keeping a video record of all these fights. Ready?"

"Sure..." I closed my my eyes and threw my punch. WHAP!! My bare fist pounded Donna's chin perfectly. Donna staggered sideways and then went backwards, arms out, agonized moans slipping from her mouth. Her light blue eyes went wide and then the lids slammed down. I barely caught Donna before she crashed on the mats. As I placed her on the mattress, Donna started coming around. First a few sighs and then her head jerked side to side. I clicked on the recorder, catching every detail as I counted to ten. "Donna, you're out!" "Out?....where...." "Here. I knocked you cold, with one punch!" Donna blinked rapidly and rubbed her chin. "Why?" "Because I always wanted to!" Donna quickly got to her feet and turned off the recorder. "I never thought you were that kind of asshole, Steve!" Donna moved around the mats quickly, fists raised, demonstrating a dance I was supposed to follow. I did, a joyous aggression pushing me forward. I slugged Donna twice in the midsection, but she blocked my right to her head and put her left on my jaw. I stumbled, straigthened up and pursued her. We circled again, impervious to the punches we were giving each other. "Is this how you fight, Steve?" Donna taunted. "Why don't you give me some cunni while you're ducking so low!?" "When you wake up Donna...again!" I slipped to the right, confusing Donna enough for me to land a left-right combo, pitching her head sideways, but she recovered quickly. POW!! Donna sent a left hook to my chin, freezing me in place. I sagged and thought about how I loved Donna's tits, imagining my lips sucking her pink nipples. There was a crash and darkness. I heard Donna talking to me, telling me I was out cold and that my erection was solid purple. I was on the mattress, looking up at Donna and the video recorder. "Steve, you wide awake?" asked Donna. "We are tied up! Ready to get knocked out again?" Reality took a minute to stop spinning and tilting. Donna helped me get to my feet. "You looked so cute sleeping on your back that I had to jerk you off while you were out, Steve. Do you remember it?" I grabbed Donna in a long kiss. "What about Kim?" she asked, coyly. "Winner gets serviced by the loser, am I right?" "Yeah!" "You're getting knocked the fuck out, Donna!" "Let's do it!" I was fired up for this round, hitting Donna whenever she gave me an opening. A few minutes passed before Donna started to fade. I worked her body, concentrating on her midsection. I could see focus draining from her eyes as the battering continued. A right upper cut sent Donna sprawling on the mats, dazed. "Come on Donna, time for bed!" I pulled the wobbly girl up by her arms and then socked her on the chin, the loud "WHACK" echoing around the yard. "I'm going to turn out the lights in a minute!" I told her. "I'll let you rest once you go out!" "Ah...ass...hole..." Donna gasped. A left-right combo left Donna groggy and groaning.

Out on her feet, Donna's lower jaw was slack and her arms motionless. I had the powerful urge to seal my victory with a hay maker, but Donna looked so lovely and....vulnerable. I popped sharp upper cut to Donna's chin. Her whole body tilted and with a loud "THUMPH" landed on the mats. Donna was out cold before her cute ass touched the ground.

Donna slept for ten minutes. I filmed her on the mattress from counting her out until her eyes eventually fluttered open.

Sisterhood of Evil - Part 4

Agent Miki awoke, moaning softly as her eyes adjusted to ceiling lights and the blurry figure standing over her. The fingers shaking her cheeks focused the phantom into Lady Raquel.
"Where...?" asked Miki, her head beginning to ache.
"Welcome to the Magnifying Room, Agent Miki! And you, too, Power Princess!"
"Untie us, Raquel!!" Power Princess, already conscious, yelled.
"Why would I do that?" Lady Raquel gloated at the super heroines struggling to free themselves from the ropes that bound them to a long table.
"What have you planned for us?" demanded Agent Miki.
"Turn your eyes to the large magnifying glass suspended between yourselves and the skylight!" Lady Raquel knelt beside her long time arch enemy Power Princess. "It is now 11:40 in the morning. The sun will reach its apogee through that window above us. When that happens, the intense light rays of the noon sun will be concentrated by this specially designed magnifying glass, creating a laser beam. As the sun moves on its course, so will the laser, with you and Miss Miki..."
"Agent Miki!" insisted Miki.
"Yeah, whatever!...you two will be in the direct path of the laser beam!"
"You bitch, Raquel!" Power Princess shouted.
"Oh, such hurtful language from the duo committed to virtue and the punishment of evil doers!" Lady Raquel pulled a switch close to the exit, moving the magnifying glass into place. "Looks like this duo is about to become a quartet! I hate to...split!..ladies, because parting is such sweet sorrow!"
Lady Raquel laughed sinisterly and went out the exit.

Max peaked around the corner in time to see Lady Raquel walk from the Magnifying Room. Standing at the entrance was Gwen.
Glancing back to the dark end of the hallway, Max checked the two Funjin Corporation female security guards, unconscious and bound securely. Then Max considered how to take Gwen out the situation. He could use his last tranq dart, but he may need it while making an escape. The only alternative was to rush Gwen and deliver a neck chop ko.
Gwen is a nice girl, he decided, for a Sisterhood of Evil agent and she's a great fuck, so Max went easy on her.
"OOOHHH!" the sudden sting in her lower calf made Gwen blurt. Then she was light headed and very happy. Gwen barely felt the cold marble of the floor smack her in the face.
Max quickly pulled the empty dart from Gwen's leg and pressed the sleeping girl's palm onto the electronic door ID scanner. When the entrance "whooshed" open, Max gently placed Gwen in a corner, kissed her affectionately and ran inside the Magnifying Room.

"Max!!" both women yelled out at once. Already the sun was in the skylight, moving the laser beam inexorably toward Power Princess.
"Max??" they asked each other in exasperated confusion.
"I'll explain later! We need to get both of you free!" Removing a small, sharp knife from his pocket, Max rapidly cut at the ropes holding the crime fighters in place.
"How do you know Power Princess?" Miki demanded, more annoyed than surprised.
"Are you with Miki, also, Max?"
"Well, yes, I've been involved with both you ladies at the same time!" admitted Max as he pulled the ropes from Power Princess' legs. "And it the happiest I've ever been in a relationship, to be honest..."
When the last rope fell away, Power Princess leaped from the table as the laser nearly nicked her thigh. Removing her own mini laser device from her utility belt, Power Princes freed Miki from the laser's path.
"Start talking Max!" ordered Miki, getting in her lover's face.
"We need to get out now," Max urged. "We can fight about this later!"
As they moved to the exit, the door whooshed open and there stood Lady Raquel, Cathy and two security guards.
"Max Haig, how nice to see you!" Raquel said, pointing a gun at his chest. "I just found Agent Gwen resting outside. I was wondering how she got in that condition, you feckless bastard!"
Before Max could respond, Power Princess broke in. "I know all about the Mabuse computer virus!"
Raquel furrowed her brows unhappily. "Really? That means I have to kill you first!"
Agent Miki leaped forward, kicking the gun from Raquel's hand. Cathy and the guards surged forward.
Max grabbed Cathy by the arm and flung her across the room. She smashed the table to pieces when she landed. Power Princess and Agent Miki fought the guards, exchanging punches until the female security officers lay sprawled on the ground, out cold.
As Lady Raquel reached for her pistol, Power Princess kicked it away and yanked her to her feet.
Immediately she grabbed Raquel's right arm and twisted it behind the bad girl's back.
"Where is Professor Rabor?"
"With the other scientists!" sneered Raquel. "Go to hell! I'll tell you nothing!"
"Are you sure, Lady Raquel?" asked Miki, holding a small spray can to Lady Raquel's face. She fired a jet of pink gas under the villain's nose.
Lady Raquel tried to pull away and then agged into Max's arms. She nearly went completely to sleep, but remembered what a shinny, cotton candy day it was.
"Lollipops..." Raquel murmured.
"Where are the scientists being held?" asked Power Princess.
"Funjin Corporation has a research and development center in Los Angeles," Raquel whispered happily. "They're putting the finishing touches on the computer virus right now..."
"Will the Mabuse virus drain all the financial accounts in the world if it is released?"
Raquel laughed slowly, like an exhausted child. "Of course..."
"When will the virus be activated?" Power Princess asked.
"Not...gonna..tell.."
Lady Raquel went into deep sleep. Max let her fall on the floor. "We need to get back to Justice Force headquarters and regroup!" Power Princess said.
A loud "oooohhh" rose from the other side of the room. Cathy had sat up amind the destroyed table and rubbed her head groggily. "Wha ... happened?"
Max darted behind her and urged Cathy to go back to sleep. His judo neck chop sent the girl back to floor, peacefully asleep.
"All right, now let's go!" he said as they made for the door.

Pretty Young Thing

Missy's first time in love was with Serena. The emotions weren't adult love, seasoned love from experience, but a massive excitement, a mania to be with Serena continually.
Serena noticed the 18 year old girl's adoration while Missy was learning to work the speed bag. She knew it was Missy's first time. Just starting college, Serena guessed correctly. Nearing 30, Serena appeared older to Missy, because Serena was the mother of a year old daughter and maternity gave her a regal bearing.
Locker room gossip whispered that the same man fathered Serena's child, also fathered a son with Serena's female lover, Anjanette and that the trio were raising the children together. The other rumor, that Serena still engaged in flings with other women, made Missy's heart race.
After a few weeks of hesitation, Missy's hormones overcame her timidity and she spoke to Serena, complimenting her on how good Serena's well developed body looked in her high-cut, one piece bathing suit. Missy kept touching Serena's long curly hair, asking how she got it that way. Later that day, Serena invited Missy to be her sparring partner.
"To see what you've got," explained Serena. Missy barely contained her excitation.

Serena tested the young girl, keeping close to her, checking how rapidly she blocked and threw punches. As the session progressed, Missy moved faster, trying to land more punches than Serena checked.
The last punch Serena threw moved effortlessly. She didn't think about her action, but put all her weight behind the left upper cut to Missy's exposed chin.
A blaze of white light erupted in Missy's head, followed instantly by a burst of stars which showered everywhere.
The young girl first staggered and then swayed lightly on her feet, eyes drifting shut. Missy submitted to the surge of relaxation that engulfed her body and sank backwards into darkness.
"You put her out cold, Serena!"
"Yeah!" Serena's voice was vibrant with triumph and lust. Her eys drank in the unconscious Missy, flat on her back, her right glove resting on her belly. "She's sleeping like a damn baby!"
"It was a sparring match!" Emma the Ref chastised her friend. "She didn't expect a punch like that!"
Serena nodded her agreement. "I know!"
"Her pulse is okay..Jesus, Serena, that was wrong! Missy is a beginner!"
Serena agreed. "I wonder if she knows what she is!...Missy is gorgeous when she's like this!"
Emma rolled her eyes, reminding herself how messed up Serena's mind really was.
"Help me get her to the recovery room, Serena!"
Missy dreamt, for the five minutes she was knocked out, that she had sex with Wonder Woman and then that Serena was the warrior-queen of the Amazons and Missy was her lover and companion.

For two weeks Serena went missing from the gym, enjoying her time as stay home mom for the babies. Being knocked out cold by Serena made Missy pine for her even more and she mentally recalled how Serena grinned at her just before the lights went out.
"How about a real fight this time, Missy?" Serena offered, almost demanded, when she reappeared. The couple were alone in the women's locker room.
"Yeah!...Sure!" responded Missy, eyes dilated.
Serena set the match for the next day and gave Missy a long, intense kiss before she strutted from the room.

Their fight was longer than the last, but ended the same way. Missy spent rounds one and two getting worked over. By the third, Missy hung from the ropes, Serena pounding her body. Serena let up for a moment and saw in her opponent's eyes exactly what she expected: glassy confusion and sexual arousal.
"You are a submissive!" Serena whispered into the dazed Missy's ear and gave her a kiss. Missy watched placidly as Serena first kissed her own glove and then cocked it back. "Who's you're mommy, Missy?!"
Missy seemed to consider for a moment. "Y...ore...my moma..."
BAM!!!
Scorching electricity filled Missy's body and she dropped face first onto the canvass. Missy settled into the warm darkness of after glow and was unconscious.
"8...9..10! You're out!" Emma yelled above the spectator's cheers.
Serena raised her gloves in triumph and glanced down at Missy's cute ass cheeks peeking out of her hiked up shorts and said: "Sleep tight, my pretty young thing!"
Serena carried Missy from the ring like a groom transport the bride to their wedding bed.

Andrea Pistons Part 2

Andrea remained in her deep slumber, sagging on the turnbuckle. Andrea's seconds were rapidly massaging her neck, calling out her name like they were yelling down a dark well. The seconds were baffled as to what to do when she didn't respond and stood there gawking at the unconscious fighter until the ref handed them a beer pitcher overflowing with cold water. One girl threw the contents onto Andrea's face. Her entire body sprang from the folding chair as if ligthening had struck from behind. Andrea gasped in air and shook her head to clear her vision. Half yelled curses shot from her lips along with the water that dripped from her soaked hair. I could even hear her calling me "that fucking asshole!"
When the ref asked if she could continue, Andrea glared at me and shook her head "yes!" We were waved back to the center of the ring.
Andrea looked even sexier with her dripping wet hair.
"Congratulations on knocking me out, prick!" she sneered, with the clear, precise tone of a truly angry female. "But I've got two guys after you to fuck up, so let's get to dismantling you!"
Our brawl began instantly. Thrilled by the lunatic fury radiating from Andrea's eyes, I stood still and took the complete fury of her assault. Strategic retreat would have been my tactic if I'd been fighting with my brain and not my cock. But Andrea and I were on another level, each fighter wanting to level the other completely.
Our fists bashed each other faster and faster. I worked Andrea's body, especially her midsection, hoping to wear her down and deliver a second knockout punch. I threw punches faster than my opponent, but power was Andrea's strength as a boxer.
Andrea ducked a straight right to her head and pounded my side below the ribs. My body jack knifed sideways from the sharp agony. Her right hooked my chin, sending me across the ring.
Andrea was on top of me in seconds, fists pounding all over. Crowding me into a neutral corner, Andrea hit me so hard my vision blurred and rattled. Andrea cursed me in Spanish and white electricity illuminated my body.
My entire body relaxed and I remembered how cute Desiree looked in the blue flannel pajamas I bought her for Christmas.
A bolt of electricity struck me again and I smiled, feeling sleep wash over me.I heard the distant sound of my body smacking the canvas and nothing.

From blackness, I saw white. The white focused into Andrea straddling my waist. dressed only in panties, a tight T-shirt and a smile. We were in her bed in the RV she used to travel the boxing circuit.
"You were out for awhile Peter," Andrea purred, straigthening herself up. I ran my hands up her smooth thighs and hooked my thumbs to the bottom of the red panties, slowly bringing them down from her hips.

Andrea and I had sex through the night and late into Sunday morning. I didn't want to leave, but at 11 a.m. Andrea insisted, saying she had to be in Philadelphia that night.
"You were good Peter," Andrea told me as we stood in the doorway of her RV, parked behind the bar.
"Thanks, Andrea. You were incredible! There's no rush, is there, just a little while longer?"
I gave her a long, sexual kiss that always worked with Desiree.
"See you around Peter!" Andrea said in my ear.
WHAP!!
Andrea's left hook knocked me out instantly.
I came around in the driver seat of my car. It was ten minutes before I was focused enough to drive home.