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.