The Dream Tiger - Part 1

The fortune teller got a laugh from Kristena. The costumed old woman who operated from a space in a down town strip mall, correctly told Kristena that she was single, a passionate boxer and was in love with victory in the ring. The "gypsy" added Kristena was so in love with winning that she once injured a male opponent.
Consulting a palm reader was a dare from Kristena's sister, Katja, while the two were shopping, but Kristena admitted the truth of everything the old woman said, except hospitalizing a fighter with a concussion.
By round three of most bouts, Kristena would effortlessly beat up and knock out a female challenger. Men she fought differently, attacking them with furious intent, desperate to see what the outcome was when she delivered the bout ending punch.
Each time a guy lay on his back or side, experiencing diminished levels of consciousness, if not total slumber, Kristena watched his struggle to recover as the ref administered the 10 count while pushing Kristena toward a neutral corner.
Being reminded that her fists put a man in the ICU startled Kristena into laughter, whiping tears from he eyes as she denied the event happened. The palm reader calmly informed Kristena she would soon be defeated in the ring for intentionally injuring an opponent.
"And after your defeat, you will know the man you will love," the gypsy added. "I've never seen a future this clearer."
"You're making shit up!" blurted Kristena, pulling her hand from the palmist's grasp and walked out. Katja paid the fortune teller.

Kristena fought Jon Amur with her usual fury, but he was trouble. He counter punched better than other male fighters, with gloved hands that reminded Kristena of paws. The pale blue of Jon's eyes, like a tiger's, held Kristena through the entire fight and were the last thing she remembered after Jon's right bashed low on her jaw. Kristena was soundly asleep before she struck the canvas.
Kristena dreamt a tiger was in love with her and she craved the tiger as it morphed continually from man to beast.
Finally Kristena, dressed in her boxing gear, and the Tiger Lover grew tired of circling and leaped at each other. The Tiger Lover pinned Kristena on her back, trapping her wrists under his paws. The pleasure of her coupling pulsed through the dream until the powerful orgasm and the Tiger Lover's roar jolted Kristena awake as she lay in the recovery room.

Kristena practiced a particular celebicy regarding the opposite sex. Only after destroying a male in the ring would she pursue him sexually. With her nearly shoulder length black hair and buxom chest, getting laid was never a problem. But Kristena couldn't find Jon Amur in the days after their match. No one knew where he lived or how he could be reached. Kristena wondered if the experience had been a vivid dream, where reality and fantasy mixed seamlessly or if Amur was a ghost. One evening when Kristena came home from work, she heard a message on her answering machine from Jon Amur, inviting her to a rematch after hours at the gym.

Miki the Winner

Miki's arms swung at Shelia with little direction. The gloved fists sailed wide of the target, Shelia's head and jaw. Shelia wouldn't stand still.
Then Shelia stepped forward as Miki's right arm drifted past and threw her own right at the smaller boxer. Miki wondered about the glimmering stars, multi colored and bright, that abruptly appeared. The sensation of Miki's body slipping from under her freed Miki to wonder if Shelia's last punch made the stars so shinny. She wanted to tell Shelia that she wasn't fighting fair, but Miki's mouth simply fell open.
Miki went to the canvas with a loud thud and stretched out on her back. Emma the Ref counted Miki out as the girl boxer remained still, arms and legs spread eagle. Then Emma and Miki's boyfriend Ron carried the limp girl from the boxing ring and into the recovery room.
Dreaming as she slept, Miki's brain sorted the men, besides Ron, she liked to fuck. There were five in all and Miki's body convulsed in orgasm. Miki's vision flickered to life, revealing Ron and Emma talking to each other as they stood over Miki.
"She's like that," Ron was remarking to Emma. "I look at her the right way and Miki will orgasm."
It took Miki a few moments to sort Ron's voice from Emma's.
"Ron...honey..." Miki murmured. "I need lots of honey."
"Relax, Miki." Ron urged.
"Had a dream...honey...lots of honey.."
Miki's eyes crossed and her attention drifted.
"This was a really bad idea, Ron." Emma said.
"I tried to talk Miki out of it, but she wouldn't back down."
Shelia was a bully who had mocked Miki's shortness, until Miki challenged her to a match. Not only did Emma know her younger friend was going to lose the fight, but that Shelia would gloat over the trouncing she gave Miki.

"How's the rag doll?" Shelia asked Ron when he emerged from the recovery room, leaving his girlfriend to be examined by the fight doctor.
Ron glanced at the smirking brunette, still exuding the physical energy she used to knock Miki cold. And she's so fuck able, Ron told himself.
Miki and Ron had partners outside their relationship. But Ron would never nail a woman who had just beaten Miki senseless, no matter how good she looked.
"Resting."
"Working Miki over was fun! Can I do it again!"
"Get lost Shelia!" Ron was making for the men's locker room.
"Miki has no self control, just provoke her enough and off she goes, ready for a fight."
Ron said nothing.
"That's why you love her, Ron? Sex works the same way with Miki, right?"
Ron pivoted in his tracks and faced Shelia. "Where's this going?"
Shelia sighed like a teacher pitying a slow student. "Well, Miki's going to be physically out of commission for a week at least." Shelia smile was wolfish. "I made sure of that. You will need some company..."
Looking at her tits, Ron almost agreed. Then he decided against, realizing Shelia spent most of her life making trouble for people who weren't Shelia. Ron was not going to be part of that.
Shelia verged on suggesting a three-way that would include Miki when Ron said, "See you around, Shelia."
Shelia stifled her frustration and shifted her disdain from Miki to Ron.

Miki and Shelia were back in the boxing ring two months later. Shelia was again bullying Miki, but behind her back. Stories moved through the womens locker room that Ron and Shelia were fucking, even as Miki was recovering from her beating.
Miki knew, for once, that the gossip about Ron was untrue. Ignoring her tormentor did't make the stories go away. Miki finally became so frustrated that she challenged Shelia to second match.
"I'm knocking the lying bitch's block off!" Miki sneered at her opponent across the canvas. Ron, who rubbed her Miki's shoulders, lamented that the only time he stayed true to Miki, he made the situation worse. He had given up telling his girlfriend that the match was a mistake and accepted that it would end with Miki unconscious in his arms as he carried her through the ropes.
"The bitch is going to wake up in next Thursday!" Miki said, twisting her neck to keep it lose.
"Stay clear of Shelia till the time's right, Miki!" Ron said into Miki's ear and then kissing the back of her neck. "Shelia is bigger than you by ten pounds and two inches. Stay clear of her fists."
"I know..I know you told Shelia to get lost...I love you, Ron.." Miki said as Emma the Ref waved both fighters to the center of the ring.

The fighters circled each other at first, throwing tentative punches, probing for reactions.
"Good man you have, Miki," Shelia taunted. "I put it in his face and he pushed me away. That's why I'm going to pulp you to night!"
"Fire away...frustrated slut!"
Miki slugged Shelia's mid section twice, following through with a left-right combination. Shelia blinked away the pain and laughed at Miki.
Blows exploded between the two women; Shelia trying to force the smaller girl into a corner so she could work her body. Miki kept mobile, striking only when Shelia left an opening.
For the next two rounds, Shelia pressed on Miki, trapping her against the ropes, pounding her body and hooking shots to her head to keep her off balance. One of Shelia' hooks, a sharp, painful left, hammered Miki's jaw and put her in the ropes. Lights flashed on and off and then Miki's vision went black.
Miki's head rocked back and forth and her eyes reopened on Emma the Ref calling out "Five!" Emma waved her open hand in Miki's face.
Leaning on her fists, Miki heaved up from her sitting position against the ropes. Shaking her head twice, Miki stood, pulling up one leg at a time.
Emma quickly checked her friend and ordered the girls to box.
The exchange of punches resumed, with Miki now the aggressor. Shelia stood her ground against the onslaught, counter punching at Miki's torso.
Miki's left hit something, maybe Shelia's jaw or temple. She couldn't be sure because seconds later Shelia's right pasted her on the cheek.
A warm, inky blackness washed over Miki. She knew she was still standing because her entire body relaxed and she eased toward the canvas. The warmth increased and Miki had the sensation of drifting loosely around the ring.
Miki was slowly aware that she was standing in a neutral corner where Emma had shoved her. Shelia lay on her back completely out cold, hands twitching inside her gloves. Emma the Ref called out "Nine...Ten ...You're out!"
Miki was suddenly in Ron's arms.
"I knocked...the bitch...out..."
She gave Ron a dreamy smile.
"You did, Miki!" He kissed her forehead.
"Ron....?"
"Yeah?"
"Will...youu..."
"What Miki?"
Mikki, the ring and the entire gym was lifting into the air. "Will you....marrrr...iiieee...me...."
Miki never heard Ron's answer. Miki swooned into the warm, lover's embrace of sleep.

The End of a Dry Spell

Arianna took her boyfriend Marc to Lisa's house as a reward. For the first year of their relationship, he had not cheated once. Also, Lisa had been experiencing a dry spell regarding the opposite sex.



She couldn't explain the drought, even to her best friend Arianna who was her sorority sister in college. Both got immense pleasure from beating potential sex partners senseless in a boxing ring. Arianna had found the perfect mate in Marc, with whom she shared a house.

Lisa's hunt for the submissive male of her dreams had been disappointing. Two guys that Lisa had clobbered in matches ditched her after the post-bout roll in the sack. A third guy sent Lisa to dreamland in second round of private, girls-only bout. After the count, her opponent hauled Lisa over his lap and, in front of ten of Lisa's friends, administered a spanking to the unconscious girl boxer. Showing the vivid smile of Lisa's face to the spectators, he declared that Lisa knew "Ross was the boss!"



Arianna set the digital camera to record the entire fight and climbed into the ring to talk to Lisa.



"Every thing is ready," she told her sorority sister. "Knock Marc out and he'll take you to the moon!"



"Thanks for this, Ari!" The pair hugged like sisters. They kissed and Arianna went to her boyfriend, Marc.



"We have dinner tomorrow night with my brother's family," she told Marc, giving him a hug. "I'll pick you up around nine."



"I'll be ready by then."



"You sure will." Arianna reached her hand down the front of Marc's trunks and fondled his penis.



"Hey!....wha....ahhhh....you...ooooo...do....ooooing...."



Arianna had learned early the rhythm required to give her man a quick and very effective hand job. "Giving Lisa an unfair advantage, honey."



Marc never resisted those surges of pleasure that propelled him to orgasm. Gasping for breath, Marc sagged dopily into the turnbuckle and Arianna planted a kiss on his cheek.



"Nighty-night, Marc." Arianna cleaned her hand on one of Marc's towels and left her dazed fighter with Lisa.



"Got any more for me, Marc?" Lisa strode directly to her foe, fists up, while Marc staggered twice, adjusting his trunks and trying to focus on Lisa. But his vision kept slipping to her powerful, thick thighs. Lisa wore white shorts and top that clung flatteringly to her hips and chest, highlighting Lisa's long black hair and cinnamon brown skin.



"I've got plenty!" answered Marc, their first punches smacking each other.



"You can give it to me when you wake up!"



Marc saw Lisa lean back, her right arm slipping down ward. An erotic charge pulsed in Marc when he glimpsed the coiled female energy.



WHACK!



Marc never felt the punch. He was completely asleep.



When the blackness vanished, Marc saw Lisa standing over him, an affectionate smile cracking her lips, an encouraging glint in her eyes.



Marc's head cleared and he sat up. Wedging his face into Lisa's thighs, Marc rubbed his cheeks on her supple skin and then kissed her inner flesh.



"God....yes!" Lisa gasped and Marc yanked down her shorts. Gently brushing Lisa's pussy hair, Marc pressed his lips to her labia and probed with his tongue.



Lisa sucked air through her nose and exhaled rapidly, spurred by Marc's face in her pussy and hands fondling her ass. Lisa came twice, each time shoving Marc's face between her thighs. Finally, Marc fell back on his ass.



"Marc!!'



WHAM!!


The silver glove hammered Marc's chin again, shutting off the lights in his head, flinging him on the canvas.



"You're fucked!" Lisa screamed at the unconscious male, her body still rattled by the second orgasm. "I knocked you the fuck unconscious and you better stay that way, little boy!"

Lisa sat on the canvas to steady her breath. She watched Marc as the ecstatic rage drained from her. The she hefted Marc over her shoulder and carried him to her bedroom.





Lisa and Marc fucked all night. Neither of them thought about what they were doing, but continually came together after recovering from the last orgasm, Lisa shouting louder with every piercing by Marc.



"Get dressed, Arianna just pulled up." Lisa said, standing by her bedroom window. A pleasantly exhausted Marc dragged himself from the sheets and pulled on his jeans.



Marc and Lisa met Arianna at the backdoor entrance of Lisa's house.



"Everything go well?" Arianna asked.



"Perfect." Lisa answered.



Arianna sucker punched Marc with a right upper cut. Lisa and Arianna carried him out to Arianna's car and placed him in the back seat. Lisa kissed the knocked out boxer and hugged her thanks to Arianna before her friend drove off.