Going Down and Out

One of the few lessons Will retained from four years at Blake Mitchell University was that even if a date went perfectly, the pilot light could still go out when he got the girl home. Will had no problem going to the basement to rekindle the flame. Girls were much more affectionate after that.
Will wanted badly to eat out Lisa at the start of their private match at the Amazonia Boxing Club.  In fact it was all he thought of from the moment she accepted his personal challenge. Judging from the way he looked at her breasts, Lisa knew Will was looking to get laid.
Lisa was a thick girl, with thighs that could sink a super carrier and a full round ass.Will, who had watched four of her previous matches, was enthralled with Lisa's melon-sized tits and the smile Lisa flashed when she dispatched her victims, two male, two female, to Dreamland. Lisa gave each man a night of great sex after each of their bouts.
The fight was private at Lisa's insistence, attended by only by six of her best female friends. The girls wanted to see Will earn whatever pleasure Lisa was going to give him.

Will took the fight to Lisa at the opening buzzer. Lisa wasn't fazed. She absorbed or blocked every attack. Lisa knew Will just wanted physical contact, hoping to get her worked up amid the exchange of leather.
Lisa was impressed with the sincerity of Will's effort and as the rounds went by, found him more and more attractive.
In the sixth round, Will had Lisa in a corner, working her body, trying to wear her down for a knockout. Lisa pressed her lips to Will's ear.
"Now, Will, I want it now!" she whispered. in the stillness that followed the couple looked at each other and a pent up cheer burst from the spectators. Kissing Will strongly, Lisa motioned downward with her eyes. "Please Will, now!'
Will was instantly on his knees, kissing Lisa's brown thighs as he pulled down her shorts. Amid growing shouts, Will caressed Lisa's inner thighs and labia. A loud "yes!" went up as Will felt Lisa's gloves press the back of Will's head deeper into her pussy. An intense high surged through Will.
The orgasm slowly mounted in Lisa, who leaned completely against the turnbuckle, her head lolling back and side to side, mouth open. Oblivious  to her friends screams, Lisa gasped "I love you...yes...I do!...fuck..." to Will.
When the orgasm jetted through Lisa, she pulled on her lover's hair and shouted at the ceiling.
Siting back, Will wiped his face clean on Lisa's legs and stood up slowly, waiting for Lisa to catch her breath.
They kissed again and Lisa slugged Will on the jaw, staggering him sideways.
"God, I so fucking love you!" Lisa yelled at her stupefied lover. her left sailed around and tagged his chin.
Will stood motionless, eyes wide and glassy. Lisa's from the hip right upper cut propelled Will into the air. Will was in deep space where bright, multicolored stars sparkled everywhere. Will was completely in love with Lisa. Blackness washed over the lights and Will's landing on the canvas rattled the ring.
"Nine! Ten! You're out!' Emma the Ref shouted and pulled Lisa's fists over her head, declaring her victory by total knockout. Lisa watched in triumph as Will, smiling in Dreamland, was loaded onto a stretcher. As he was carried out, she gave him a long kiss on the lips.

The Girl with the Mask

As he walked toward the reference desk, Tony saw one of librarians headed in the same direction. The women, clinging to her late twenties, was dressed in shades of black: a clingy top, dressy shorts and stockings. All these matched her shinny raven tinted hair and square rimmed glasses. Her name was Tina and she was the reference librarian.
As Tina sat down at her station and watched Tony approach, a grin erupted beneath her pert nose, forcing her cheek bones to rise beneath her hair.
"I'm looking for a book," Tony said pleasantly.
Usually, Tina reminded any patron who made the same request of the existence of the computerized catalogue. But she instantly found Tony attractive, his bright but shy eyes captured her. "Do you have the title?"
"Yeah, 'Great Female Boxers' by Desiree Tyler."
Tine knew exactly on what shelf the volume was siting, having read it twice. "I'll have to look it up, Mr...?"
"My name is Tony?"
"Good."
"What?"
"Nothing." Tina's fingers were already dancing on the key board. "You into boxing girls?"
Tony looked around. "Yeah."
"You fight yourself, Mr. Tony?"
"Not yet, I just joined this boxing club called the Amazonia..."
"Good for you!" Tina's face widened when she glanced at the monitor. "Found it!"
She neatly transcribed the call numbers on a slip of paper. Tina waved it toward Tony, but when he tried to grab it away, she held on tightly.
"Be carefull with girls who are into boxing," Tina warned. "They are pretty intense and often violent."
Confused by Tina's advice, he tugged on the paper. "You never know what they will do, Tony!"
Tina released the paper and she and Tony stared at each other.
"Thanks," Tony said, turning to the non fiction stacks.

Great Female Boxers was in the sports section. When he had the aisle to himself, Tony flipped through the book, scanning the color pictures. Wedged between two images of Mia St. John doing battle in a bright pink outfit, was a folded sheet of paper. As Tony reached for it, the sheet dropped out to his feet. Picking it up, Tony read inside.
"SLEEP TIGHT" was written in neat feminine script, the "i" dotted with a red heart.
Tony smelled, faintly at first, a scent that reminded him of a dentist's office. The smell became universal and he heard a girlish laugh and Tony was on the carpet, fast asleep.

Tony dreamed he was in a boxing match with Wonder Woman.
"I need a mate, Tony!" The Amazon princess declared as she worked Tony over. "And you are it!"
Wonder Woman was all Tony wanted her to be: strong, sexy, aggressive, with big tits. And long shinny black hair. An entranced Tony was beaten thoroughly until Wonder Woman landed a straight right to his face. Tony was slumped on the ropes. He slept contentedly at the feet of the mythic Princess.

"Tony? Towneee...!?"
The sweet voice swam down to Tony as he emerged from sleep.
"Yeah...I'm Tony..."
The black blur knelt in front of him focused into an athletic woman wearing tight black boxing trunks and tank top. And a white leather eye mask tied behind a head of silky, raven colored hair.
"How long?"
"Awhile." she answered.
"Where am I?" The sleep was clearing away from Tony's voice.
"My basement gym...there, all done!"
Tony looked down and saw a pair of red boxing gloves tied to his hands. Then he realized he was wearing blue boxing trunks and no shirt. He quickly took in that he and the young lady occupied a boxing ring.
"We're going to fight, Tony!"
"Why? Who are you?"
"Because I want to hit you! I'm Mara, short for Maravella. Get up, boy!"
As he rose, Tony couldn't not notice hoe great Mara's ass and legs looked in her shorts. Mara gave him a smile that said: "Like the leg show?" as she pulled on her boxing gloves.
In the opening minutes, the couple circled each other. While Mara threw punches with flirty enthusiasm, Tony wanted to hit back, but felt reticent to hit a woman.
Then Mara decked him.
Tony sat on the canvas enraged and confused. Mara was laughing out loud.
Tony stalked after his opponent, but Mara slipped out of range of his fists, creating plenty of opportunities to tease her captive.
"I kidnapped you! I'm beating you so hard you're ready to cum and you don't know what I look like! Chump!"
The last word pulled a trigger in Tony and his fists hammered Mara's flat belly. Her gasp was cut short by an impulsive right hook that tagged her jaw. Falling sideways, Mara was completely disoriented, allowing Tony a chance to pursue. He slugged her in the midsection and followed through with an upper cut.
Tony watched Mara's eyes roll up with exquisite slowness behind her mask and a jolt of gratification
went through him.
"Ah..ha..ha.." whispered Mara as he mouth fell open and she dropped heavily to the canvas.
Tony checked her pulse as he counted to ten to himself. Searching the ring area, Tony spotted the open doorway that revealed a small bed. Lifting Mara carefully, Mara carried her out between the ropes and laid her on the bed.
Removing Mara's gloves, he lifted the front waistband of her black trunks as he had seen done to a koed female boxer on TV. Quickly he pulled off her tank top and sports bra. Tony caressed Mara's breasts, his fingers moving gently over the smooth white skin. Putting his hand to Mara's eye mask, Tony stopped abruptly. He sat back, watching the knocked out girl, naked besides her panties and mask, with awe and desire.
Tony waited.

Mara sighed a few times before waking up. She knew she'd been knocked out cold. Feeling that her under pant and eye mask had not been moved confirmed the guess she made about Tony.
"You okay, Mara?" asked Tony, with actual tenderness in his voice.
"Fine," Mara sat up on her elbows. "You were a gentleman, Tony. I'm impressed. But I figured you for one."
She moved closer to Tony and they kissed. When Mara started to untie her mask, Anthony stopped her.
"Okay, Tony. Sure..."
Tony pulled off Mara's panties and worship fully kissed her pussy. Mara hardly needed the stimulus, but she let Tony go where nature lead.

Many hours later Tony woke up with his face on Mara's stomach. Mara played with his hair like a pet owner stroking a faithful dog. The lassitude of complete satisfaction laced both their bodies and it took a few minutes for Mara to get out of bed and go to one of her drawers. "What's up?" asked Tony.
Mara took out a cell phone and strutted to Tony. "One more thing left..." Mara purred.
"Is that a cell phone?"
"Only on the outside. It's called a 'snoozer'. It sprays knock out gas!"
Tony wanted to protest, but he knew what was coming and he wanted it from Mara.
The masked girl pointed the snoozer at Tony and pressed "SEND." A stream of gas hit Tony in the face. Mara told her lover to "Sleep tight."
Tony thought about strawberry wine and landed on the bed fast asleep.

Tara stood in the back of the library, discretely having a cigarette. Smoking wasn't allowed so Tina had to keep an eye out for her supervisor or the numerous co-workers would have been delighted to turn her in.
Seeing a municipal van pull up, Tina turned her back to finish her cigarette.
Tina heard a "THUMPTH" and pain prickled through her skull. Tony caught Tina with one arm as she went down, while pocketed the black jack with the other. The blow had been light but effective. Tony quickly moved Tina to the van. Pulling open the back doors, Tony secured Tina on a mattress.
Tony parked in his garage and carried Tina to his bedroom. He made sure Tina was comfortable. Along with a thorn less rose, Tony left a pair of red boxing gloves by Tina's head. Tony settled in a chair and waited.

The Mama Bear

I put the Anderson Sisters on the canvas, completely out cold. We fought during the yearly competition between Blake Mitchell University's mens and womens boxing teams. Like me, Tonniann was set to graduate and Mary a year behind us.

The girls were good boxers, it's just that I was better. When I had them cornered in the fifth and sixth rounds, I didn't let up. A single, perfectly delivered right hook put Mary down. Her older sister had more staying power, but eventually passed out on the ropes during a barrage of my fists. Both had to be carried out of the ring, limp and senseless.

The day after the second match, I was approached by a woman who looked like an older version of Mary Anderson. I was in the parking lot of the Oring Campus Athletic Center. I had seen her in my opponent's corners  at both fights, rubbing their shoulders, giving them water and whispering advice in their ears. All the good that did them.

"So you knocked my girls cold!?" she said to me. I figured she was a trainer or coach from the women's boxing team.
"The Anderson Sisters? I sure did! I heard they were a full five minutes recovering the from the..."
"I know that because I helped them after each fight!"

 When I got a good look at her, I decided the lady wasn't one of the girl's coaches and that she wasn't bad looking. She was one of those "in shape" forty something women, with well-defined calves and biceps. The woman had short brown hair parted in the middle and the round and maternal face of the carpool mother that everyone depended on. In her eyes and lips glimmered with erotic aggression.

"You their trainer?" I asked.
"I'm their mother!" Mrs. Anderson's voice expressed the force I saw in her eyes. "I taught them how to box when they were little girls to take care of bullies like you!"
"Your kids need more practice." I stated blankly. Mrs. Anderson gave me a weird grin.
"You're right, I need to show Tonniann and Mary how it's done!" The smile grew. "I'll fight you myself!"


The next day Mrs. Anderson's challenge was posted at the Center gym. Her first name was, it turned out, Nicole and we were to fight at 4 p.m. that afternoon. I happily accepted. If clobbering the daughters was easy, sending their tiger mommy to dreamland would require no effort at all.

I admit Nicole looked pretty hot in her tight black top and shorts. Tonniann and Mary stood in her corner, all three of them smiling at me like a predator. I ignored that and decided to knock out my challenger early in round four.

"Sweet dreams, honey rod!" Nicole told me as Round One began. "Don't stare at my chest too much!" she added, clear exactly what I was doing.

We smacked each other for the first and second rounds, Nicole's aggression slowly increasing. By round three she had forced me onto the ropes, repeating my stragedy against her daughters. A punch came from the left and I staggered into the corner.
"That was for Mary!" I heard from Nicole and then I was asleep on the canvas.

I blinked awake just as suddenly as I was knocked out. Miki and Abigail, two members of the women's team, were holding me up by my arms. Nicole and her daughters were standing in front of me. All three were pleased at my groggy condition.
"See how I turned his attack against him, girls?" Nicole observed and patted my face with her gloves. "Never let some horny male trap you in a corner...you trap him! You beat him stupid..the way I used to do your father!"
The Anderson girls chipped "Yes!" as they giggled at me. All I could do was look at Nicole.
"Remember honey stick..." Nicole shifted my lolling head to her line of sight. "There's gym strong and there's 'Mama Bear' strong!" Nicole cocked back her right. "This is for Tonniann!"
WHAM!!
The explosion pitched me into warm darkness.that erased all my pain. I heard bits of Miki and Abigail's remarks as they carried me to the recovery room. "Look at the circus tent he popped!" "Will really enjoys this!"

Nicole appeared at my dorm two days later, asking how I was.
"I pasted you pretty good!" Nicole glided past me and looked my room over, her gaze settling on my black eye. "I guess I did at that!"
Nicole moved closer to me. "When I was looking at you all knocked out and sprawled on the canvas, you know what I thought Will?"
"What?" I asked, feeling Nicole's fingers gently clasp my arms.
"I thought:'I can't let him go to waste.'"
"How do you mean?" Excitement stirred in me and I clasped Nicole closer.
"The woody you were sporting both times I knocked you out? No way was that getting away."
"But I beat up..."
"Both my daughters? That is true, but they have to learn not only how to fight, but not how to fight. And call me Nicole."
We kissed and Nicole unbuttoned my shirt.

Nicole and I fucked all afternoon. It was my first time with an older woman. Twenty years older, in fact, and Nicole was a textbook MILF. Her melon-like tits were still firm and her nipples pink and warm. Five hours later, I lay exhausted under the extremely satisfied Nicole, her arms affectionately cradling my head and neck.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked. Nicole's response was a long kiss. Nicole gently rubbed her tits across my face, my lips sucking lovingly on her nipples.
"Say good night to Mama Bear!"
Instantly, Nicole buried my face in the cleavage of her chest, the smooth skin sealing off my nose and mouth. With no air, I fought to break the bosom smoother. My lungs began to burn and blackness closed in rapidly. I remember Nicole kissing my forehead with maternal affection. "Go to sleep, Will." she whispered softly.
I passed otu. When I came around, Nicole was long gone.


  

Monique

At the clang of the bell, Monique threw off her dressing gown and strutted toward me, dressed only in her red bikini bottoms that matched her raised boxing gloves. I stood flat footed, a few paces out of my corner, staring at Monique's full breasts.

Monique was a beautiful black woman, who had been a body builder for ten years. "Hey there!" she whispered to me, a few inches from my face.

Her voice was soft, with Caribbean accent I couldn't identify. When her red lips formed a smile, her liquid brown eyes fixed me in place. She brought her right glove right up to my face.

"Kiss my glove, Eric!" Monique breathed at me. "Do it, come on now!"
I pressed my lips  to the yielding leather of the boxing glove, savoring the hard presence of Monique's fist inside. I obeyed her before I thought of what I was doing.

"Good boy," she said, mushing the glove on my face a few times. I let out a moan of pleasure. "You liked that, Eric!" Her eyes appraised me. "Now its time for sleep, honey stick!"
WHAP!!

A swirl of white stars followed Monique's right hook to my jaw. I heard a thudding crash which was my body hitting the canvas. I was spark out cold.


Five minutes later I woke up in the recovery room of the Amazonia Boxing Club. Through the smeared murk of my vision, I saw Emma the ref peering down, calling my name.
I wanted to answer immediately, but the haze took time to drain off. Emma was my buddy Wes' girlfriend and, looking at her pretty face and big tits, I wondered if she ever fucked other guys. An acrid smell jolted me awake: Emma passed smelling salts under my nose.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Monique punched you out!" Emma said. "You can be such a stupid horn dog, Eric."
Emma waited until I was completely conscious to tell me Monique's message. "You should meet her," Emma added. "Eventually she's going to fuck you."

"Oh yeah? She nearly broke my jaw!"

"I mentioned that to Monique. She didn't seem concerned."
I imagined Monique's voice saying she didn't care if I was injured and I got turned on.

"Monique takes her time with guys, puts them through their paces. But once she decides she's in love, she stays that way." Emma told me.

That Saturday Monique and I had dinner at my place. After some wine for desert, Monique asked to see my bedroom. "That's quick!" I told myself, more pleased than surprised.
Monique examined the contents of my bookcase. "You read all this?" She asked.

"Yep."

"You're a smart boy. I like that in a man. This is getting better and better!"

WHACK!!

In one swift upward motion, Monique hammered her clinched fist against my chin. I toppled forward in a KO daze and Monique caught me. Sitting me on the edge of the bed, Monique effortlessly stripped off my cloths as I sighed and my eyes slowly blinked open and shut. I felt her hands shove me on the bed and then begin to fondle my cock A convulsive thrill jolted me awake.

"Very nice, Eric! A whole ,load on the first toss!"
Monique was seated by my hips, starting to jerk me off again. I made a few sounds of paltry resistance and gave into the pleasure of her stroking.
After the fifth devastating orgasm, I was zonked. Monique released my still semi-erect penis and grabbed the duffel bag she'd brought with her. Out came a red boxing glove, that she fitted on her right hand.

"Say night night, Eric!" purred Monique as she padded across the bed to my shoulders.

BAM!!

Her fist slammed my chin again, much harder. I saw an explosion of pinwheels and then Monique pulling her duffel bag over her shoulder while she strided slowly out of the room and I was sound asleep.

Robin

She was a small girl in her early 20s, inches shorter than most of the men at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Dark eyes and full lips drew male attention from Robin's lean, strong body and small breasts. After a few minutes their vision lowered and they speculated to themselves what sex with Robin would be like. If they faced Robin in the ring, they wondered why she took up boxing. Studying her face and brown, flirty pony tail that bounced around her shoulders, Max knew the reason. Robin's eyes peered up at her opponent and seemed to say "Now!" with longing.

Robin did the best she could against Max. After three rounds of battering each other, Max keeping the enthused Robin in check, the girl was knocked out cold. The punches were two short, crisp shots to the face. Robin's eyes closed as her head rocked side to side and she did a sudden el foldo like a collapsing puppet that left her in a heap on the canvas. With urgent pleasure, Max watched Emma the Ref count Robin out.

They had a rematch a month later, but Max put Robin to sleep in round seven. Robin had more stanima this time and inflicted a lot of pain before her opponent's right hook floored her.

Robin was unconscious for five minutes. Max stood by her in the recovery room, where Emma and Robin's second, Casthy, had carried her. The fighters stared at each other silently as Robin sat up on her elbows. Max was consumed by the exhaustion and bewilderment in Robin's eyes and by her dishevelled pony tail.

They made love a few days later in Robin's house. Robin made little resistence to Max's invitation to dinner. She saw herself, her entire body, craddled in the palms of his hands.

The sun was barely shinning as Robin stood by her bed, still naked. Max, walking from the bathroom wearing yesterdays cloths with hair washed and combed, saw how Robin looked at him.

Max pulled open one of the drawers in a naerby dresser and retrieved a pair of yellow silk panties.Kneeling down at his lover's feet, he pulled open the waist band. Robin placed her feet in the garment. Her drew the panties up to her slender hips, feeling the smooth skin of her toned thighs on his fingers.

Max called Robin "Princess" and encircled her body with his own, drawing her into a kiss. Max felt Robin relax in his hold, her breathing increasing with arousal. He stepped away and threw a right upper cut that lifted Robin off her feet, propelling her onto the bed. Robin was instantly knocked out.

It was easily to manipulate the unconscious girl into a prone position, flat on her back on the bed sheets, head resting on a pillow. Max had measured the force of his punch with care, Robin would only be out for a few minutes.

Kneeling down he kissed Robin on the lips.
"Slut." he whispered affectionately in her ear. Max pulled on his coat and left.

When Robin woke, her head spun for a few moments. Soreness throbbed in her jaw until a blinding orgasm pulsed through her, making pain and pleasure into one. 

Will's Girls

Will didn't dream while he slept off the effects of Carmelita's knock out punch. A warm pleasure surged through his body until he finally woke and saw Carmelita looking down at him, smiling. Her right hand was down the front of his trunks, fingering Will's purple erection. As he orgasmed, Will fell in love.

Carmelita and Will were together for six months, almost a lifetime for Carmelita who kept a male lover for only half that time.

Will was good natured and an excellent lover. But Carmelita believed that Will wanted something she could not provide. And then another guy at the gym caught her eye, a "gentle" like Will, but with the darker shade of hair that always excited Carmelita.

She broke the news to Will the morning after a particularly hungry night of fucking.

"I never stay long with a guy," said Carmelita as they stood at the foot of Will's bed. She was pulling on her shorts and T-shirt as she spoke. "And you're the longest I've been with anyone."

Will signified his anger and disappointment with a resentful shrug and a blank stare.

"Don't be like that. Will!" Carmelita shivered with arousal. "I want to ...give you...something before...I go..."

"Yeah?" asked Will with still hurt feelings. "What?"

WHAP!!

Carmelita's upper cut tagged Will on the chin, lifting him off his feet. Flame-bright pinwheels exploded in his vision and merged into a white blur.

Carmelita savored the sight of her now former lover laid out on the bed, placidly smiling. She was still catching her breath and adjusting her panties when she kissed him good bye.



For weeks will felt completely abandoned, mopping around at work and the gym

One day, while changing to go home, he found an envelope in his locker, with the instructions "OPEN ME, WILL!" in a neat, feminine handwriting. Inside was a short note in the same script "NIGHTY-NIGHT" with pink hearts dotting the "i"s.

CHUMPH!!

A judo chop struck Will on the neck. The shock made him momentarily rigid. The locker room went dim and then black as Will felt like he was falling backward down a steep mountain.

The blackness lifted. Will sat on a folding chair in a corner of a boxing ring.

"Hey, Will, you awake? I'm Serena!"

Will rubbed his sore neck as he looked up with widened eyes at a brown skinned beauty clad in a blue, one piece bathing suit, cut high on the hips, highlighting her long, muscular legs.

"You read my love note?"

"Love...note?" Will asked in a murmur, instantly entranced by Serena's bright smile and blazing eyes. As the fog vanished from his head, Will remembered Serena as one of the women who recently joined the gym.

"That doesn't hurt, does it...Gentle?" asked Serena, leaning over to caresses the spot she had chopped only a few minutes earlier. Shifting her head, she and Will's lips met and for a long moment they kissed.

When she broke the embrace with the befuddled Will, Serena asked if he wanted to wrestle. Will babbled agreement.

"Now, I only do knock out wrestling," explained Serena as the couple circled each other in the ring. "The match isn't over until one of us is out cold! I wonder who that might be?"

Hoping to tackle her, Will leaped forward at Serena, who deftly clotheslined the young man, jerking his head back and putting him in a ko daze.

For a few moments, Will's thoughts, mostly of Serena's legs and ass, floated weightlessly in his head. Then Serena's drop kick put him on the canvas.

"Come on, nino, get up!" Serena cooed as she pulled the groggy Will to his feet and spun him in a circle.When he faced Serena again, her right fist wa rising from her hip, directed at Will's chin. There was a smile of evil excitement on her lips/

BAP!!

Will sagged and Serena's arms held him a second time. "No,no,no mi perrito, not time to sleep yet!"

Serena shook Will's shoulders playfully.

Now fully awake, Will resisted Serena's grasp successfully, only to find her arms enveloping his throat. His hands tore violently at Serena's constricting arms. Serena let out a short laugh at his efforts.

Will felt light , slightly elevated from the ground. His arms began to reach forward as if to reach a figure only he could see. Will's thinking drifted as he relished the grip of Serena's arms at his throat and the tone of her honey voice telling him he was about to be knocked out like a "gentle" should be.

"Ohhh look, my peritto is turning into a gattito!" Serena whispered lovingly in his ear. Will's legs were already bending and Serena was easing him into a sitting position. "Look at your manhood, Will, dying to get out! Too bad you're so thrilled to be knocked out!"

Serena jerked the hold tighter for a few seconds. Will felt incredibly sleepy and horny all at once. Now seated on the canvas in Serena's grasp, he thought happily of sex with Carmelita and her white blond hair and how she looked in her fighting stance in the ring. When she heard Will sigh, Serena knew this was almost over.

"I'm a rough like Carmelita, she told me all about you Will!"

Feeling the young man sag against her as he lost consciousness made Serena's hips quiver with sharp violence. Will was dizzy from the way the ring was spinning and he smiled as the swarm of black spots that had filled his vision smeared into a wall of black. Submerging into a great ocean of unconsciousness, Will felt relaxed and content.

Catching her breath, Serena gently placed Will's upper body on the canvas and kissed him. She pulled his trunks back and saw his massive, purple hard on.

When Will had fully recovered, he spent the night with Serena.

Milla

Rob landed on the canvas after his girlfriend, Jenny. Both had been knocked out while boxing Milla. The first bout was between the women. While Rob watched with anticipation, Milla worked Jenny over until the smaller girl was slumped against the ropes, groggy and moaning.
Milla planned to talk trash to Rob before putting him to sleep, but she punched and slugged Jenny in relative silence, her facial expression ferociously seductive as she wore Jenny down, prepping for the knockout.
Even though she was semi conscious, Jenny was excited at being beaten senseless by Milla. Jenny's trainer, Peter, recommended Milla to take care of what the couple wanted, needed really.
Jenny and Rob had fought each other to knockouts and that had been incredibly satisfying. But Rob wanted to see his lover laid out by another female and then lose to the same fighter himself. Deep in her soul, Jenny craved defeat and domination by a girl like Milla.

Milla tilted the dazed Jenny's chin into the right position with the underside of her boxing gloves.The right fist arched back.
"All right, pretty girl, time to finish you off!"
The endearment "pretty girl" flared excitement in Jenny, who savored the wave of horniness for the seconds it took for the punch to tag the point of of her chin. The blackness of complete sleep consumed Jenny and she landed on her back at Milla's feet.
Rob hung on the ropes , poised to leap into the ring when Milla finished the ten count. Then Milla knelt over the fallen boxer and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips, tenderly cradling Jenny's head in her gloved hands.
Rob sprinted into the ring as Milla, according to their arrangement, left the room.

Thirty minutes later Milla returned. Rob was just settling Jenny on the large air mattress outside the ring, adjusting Jenny's foxy boxing trunks to their proper place.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
"I'm going to fuck you up good!" promised Milla as she adjusted to Velcro straps on Rob's gloves. "You're going to join your slut girlfriend in dreamland! It will be a pleasure knocking your ass out!"
They touched gloves and a pounding right hook spun Rob into a corkscrew. His body quickly unraveled and Rob felt everything drop into darkness.
Milla gave him a ten count and admired the erection in his shorts as it sprouted upward.

Milla enjoyed sex with men, but she emotionally oriented toward women.
When Jenny regained consciousness, she was too bruised and sore for sex, so Milla and Rob spent Saturday night together. It wasn't like being with Jenny, but the first two of Rob's orgasms made Milla so drunk with pleasure that Milla took him into herself greedily.
While Rob slept through Sunday morning, Milla woke Jenny and rubbed lotion on her bruises. Milla took digital pics of the dark purple shiner on Jenny's right eye. Gently Milla kissed the wound and Jenny pulled her into the bed.

Milla said her good byes on Sunday evening. She gave Ron a solid upper cut after they kissed. Rob dropped into the couch he and Jenny stood in front of.
Milla embraced Jenny and they kissed one long minute.
WHAP!
The right hook fell low on Jenny's jaw. Milla caught her in her arms and deposited her next to Rob.

Gina's Dream

The following story was inspired by an artist named Gina whose work can be found at http://adventure-art.deviantart.com/ My thanks to her for allowing me to use her work at my site.

Gina held her own for three rounds against Frank. When the knockout punch did arrive, it slammed into the side of her face. Gina's eyes shut instantly.
She felt herself strike the canvas, landing on her side. In languorous slow motion Gina rolled over on her back. She struggled to disperse the blackness that enveloped her, but she was fast asleep. Their match was held in Frank's basement gym and they were alone.
Gina couldn't hear Frank call her "Sleeping beauty" and ask if she was getting up.
Looking at Gina prone on the canvas, Frank concluded Gina, with her frizzy curly hair and nice thick legs, was attractive. Like a lot of women Frank boxed, Frank used his digital camera to record Gina's post fight nap.

In the darkness, Gina felt herself swaying and falling until she landed in the forest. The morning sun was shinning between the thick foliage as she walked her horse to the meeting place.
Gina wore black tights and a white blouse opened just above her ample breasts. Around her waist was her rapier.
As she walked, holding the reins of her horse Rosie, who carried two bags of stolen gold coins, Gina smiled and daydreamed about her previous night with Cpt. Mark DeFoe from the Royal Army. Gina had separated from her partner in crime, Calico Sarah, at the Windsor Inn, after splitting the lot from the robbery of a treasury convoy. Gina encountered Cpt. DeFore at the Inn's tavern. He thought she was a local wench and treated her to multiple tankards of ale until they found their way to his room.
Leaving DeFoe in a drunken and exhausted sleep, Gina left the Windsor before dawn and headed to rejoin Calico Sarah for the next robbery. Gina sat against a low wall by the roadside, continuing to daydream about DeFoe.
A figure emerged from the dark forest and moved silently behind Gina.
The figure raised a club above Gina's exposed head.
BONK!!!
Stars geysered around Gina. She felt her eyes close and body relax. The stars continued to spin around her head even though Gina was out cold. A soft "ooohhhh" escaped her lips.
The attacker leaped over the wall and knelt next to her victim. The girl, ten years younger than the thirty year old Gina, wore the red and white uniform of the King's Bounty Hunters, whose duty it was to apprehend all highway outlaws.
"Well, well, Gina the Queen of Thieves!" exclaimed the bounty hunter. "You'll fetch a great sum from the sheriff!"
Gina groaned softly and her body stirred.
"What?! Back from the land of slumber so soon?"
From a pocket in her cloak, the young girl removed a small leather sap.
"Go back to sleep, Gina!"
THUMP!!
The sap landed behind Gina's right ear and the lady thief sighed as she sagged into a deep, peaceful knockout.

It took Gina a few minutes to recover completely from the blows she'd taken. Moving her hands and legs was impossible as her wrists were bound to the tree she was slumped against.
"Queen Gina, awake at last!"
Recognition of the voice snapped Gina back to reality. It was Brittany Shelley, Gina's arch enemy.
"What happened?" asked Gina.
"I was on patrol and who did I find? The most wanted criminal in the entire kingdom...Gina, Queen of the Thieves! So I gave you a conk on the head...well, two conks actually!"
Gina squinted in anger. "If I could get my sword, I'd run you through!"
"I don't doubt you would!"
Brittany sat next to Gina.
"I wager Calico Sarah is searching right now for you! So, I'm going to reunite you two!" Gina reached into her cape. "And as a precaution..."
THWAP!!
This time love birds sang in Gina's ear before she went out.

When Gina came around again, Calico Sarah was slumped against her, restrained in the same way as Gina. Gina surveyed the entire camp, but Brittany was gone.
"Hey Sarah, wake up!"
Gina began nudging her friend. The younger bandit stirred back to consciousness.
Calico Sarah, her nickname a tribute to her multicolored hair, had learned the criminal arts from Queen Gina and the two had been partners for the last two years.
"Wh...ere...we...?" Sarah asked.
"We've both been apprehended by Brittany of the Kings Bounty Hunters. I don't see the wench anywhere, though."
"We're headed straight to jail or deportation to the colonies if she brings us in!"
"And for a very long time, too. we've got to get out of here!"
Both women struggled and pulled at the ropes around their wrists. After a minute, Sarah felt the ropes give and fall away.
"I'm free!" Sarah shouted and quickly undid the bindings on her ankles. Grabbing a knife on a nearby table, she freed Gina.
The pair ran into the forest and quickly found the spot Gina had tied up the horse that carried the stolen gold. Both the horse and the gold were gone. Both women searched desperately until Gina found their horse grazing in a field, saddle bags heavy but intact. "I found them, Sarah!"
Gina noticed Sarah had vanished from next to her. In a hedgerow and few feet behind the, Gina her a scuffle. And then...
WHAP!!
POW!!
SOCK!!
Gina froze in place when she saw Cpt. DeFoe emerge from the hedgerow. Over his left shoulder was draped an unconscious Calico Sarah, her limp arms and legs dangling in the air.
"Good morning, Gina! I was greatly disappointed to find you'd left before me!"
Gina took a few paces back from her lover. "How did you...?"
"I work with Brittany from the Hunters!"
DeFoe hefted Calico Sarah onto the rump of one of the horses. He turned to Gina. "Who do you think told Brittany that you and Miss Calico were in the area?"
"You?"
"Correct. Now your turn..." He smiled at the panicked Gina as he seized her wrist, that Gina tried to pull back. "I'll put in a good word for you and your friend with the magistrate. Maybe you'll get ten years in prison."
Gina swung at DeFoe with her free hand. He slipped out of the way of the fist.
"I enjoyed last night, it made me wish you were the farm girl you pretended to be!"
Cpt. DeFoe brought a small club down on the top of Gina's head.
The lady theif felt dizzy and stars showered around her. Eyes crossing, Gina wobbled and sighed. DeFoe caught her as she collapsed toward him. Gina fit perfectly next to Sarah on the horse.
DeFoe gave both women a lusty slap on the ass. Calico Sarah mumbled in her sleep. Maybe, DeFoe considered, I could persuade the magistrate to allow me to supervise these ladies' rehabilitation. Leading the horses, DeFoe started down the road.

"Hey, Gina, wakey wakey!"
Gina knew she wasn't in the forest and quickly discovered she was laying on the canvas of Frank's boxing ring.
"I knocked you out cold, girl!'
Clutching her sore face with her gloved hands, Gina replied, "You sure did!"

Lisa at the Beach - The Finish

"Get her up!"
Arianna had firmly shook and then slapped her friend's face, but Lisa was completely knocked out.
Now she grabbed the defeated girl's legs and her boyfriend Marc slipped his hands under Lisa's shoulders. The carried the slumbering beauty back to her corner.
Lisa had flashing dreams, like movies, that started and then suddenly switched off. Voices, male and female, seemed to settle into her sleep.
Stabbing pain spiralled through Lisa's skull. She saw Marc and Arianna crouched in front of her.
"Where....is...he...." Lisa sighed.
"Where is who?" Arianna asked. "How many fingers, Lisa?"
Lisa stared at Arianna's index and pointer fingers. "Two! Where is he?"
"Chill out Lisa," said Marc. "The bell saved you. The fight is still on."
As she forced her senses back into order and got to her feet, Lisa felt anger and lust fuse in her soul.
Emma asked Lisa if she could continue. Marty felt a sharp, warm thrill when Lisa answered "Yes!"
"You tired, you fuck!?" Lisa growled as round three began, both fighters hammering at each other. "Because you're going to sleep, Mr. Banana!"
Marty was pleasantly surprised by Lisa's aggressiveness. She thought she'd twitch her tits and tail and then knock me out, he told himself as the battle continued. Well, knockouts hurt, sorry about that Honey Cake!
Early in round four, Lisa focused on wearing down Marty with body shots. At first he barely flinched. But Lisa would not stop and Marty began to roll back from her. Lisa pursued and tagged Marty in the solar plexus.
Marty bent in a pain so sharp his profanity strangled in his throat. Lisa threw a left that smacked Marty on the side of his face, spinning him ninety degrees. He barely heard the shouts and howls from the audience. Pain drowned everything and Lisa's shot to his mid section increased the volume.
Suddenly the pain shut off. The ring and the screaming women and the moon lit beach swirled around the male boxer and flared of black and yellow followed Marty to unconsciousness.

The colors flared again and Marty saw Emma holding Lisa's right fist against the the moon above them. Haley was already knelt next to him when Lisa shoved her away.
Blackness washed over Marty and then receded.
He was on his knees and the crowd was cheering. When Marty, still groggy, slumped forward, his face pressing against Lisa's smooth ass.
"Kiss it, boy!" Lisa yelled at Marty over her shoulder. With thoughtless pleasure, Marty pressed his lips into her butt cheeks. The skin was soothing on his sore face, so he buried it in Lisa's flesh. Marty slipped sideways and kissed the other cheek.Marty was burning to fuck Lisa.
"You're a good boy!" Lisa said when she hauled Marty to his feet. "I really enjoyed that!'
The spectators roared loudly in response to the "CRACK!" of Lisa's bare knuckles on her opponent's chin.
He tilted back into Haley's arms. Marty was out cold again.

The next night Lisa went to the small bungalow Marty and Haley rented for the beach party. Haley was seated on the front porch and leaped up when she saw Lisa walking up the steps.
"What could you possibly want her?" asked Haley.
"I'm here to see Marty!" Lisa answered, knowing Haley was going to be a problem, but if the blond got in the way Lisa was ready to handle it.
"He's resting," Haley said, stepping in front of the screen door entrance. "From the beating you gave him yesterday."
Lis smiled to herself, recalling Marty in Haley's arms, deep in his second knock out of the evening. To Lisa it seemed like he was smiling.
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah, after he woke up!"
Haley and her friend Katie carried the unconscious Marty to a nearby recovery tent where smelling salts were administered. After a few tries, Marty correctly identified Haley and himself.
"Let me talk to him, I want to apologize."
Lisa moved to the front door and Haley, her pretty face frozen with determination, walked in front of the intruder.
"Out of the way, twig!"
Haley barely flinched. "Get off the porch! Marty is mine!"
As Lisa clinched her right fist, she admitted to herself that Haley was only protecting her territory.
WHAP!!!
Haley stepped sideways a few paces from the force of her rival's right hook. Then it was lights out. Haley dropped against Lisa, her face slack and eyes shut.
Carrying Haley in her arms, Lisa shouldered open the screen door and went inside. She dumped Haley in a sitting position on the living room couch.
Looking at the humiliated girl, Lisa suddenly felt sorry for her. Haley had been sucker punched and would have a bad headache when she came to.
Lisa placed Haley's legs on the couch and placed her head on a pillow.
Marty glanced in shock when Lisa trespassed into Haley and his bedroom.
"Lisa? Did Haley let you in?"
Marty was already off the bed when Lisa's eyes caught his.
"She went to the store, she'll be back."
Lisa embraced Marty and the pair kissed.

Lisa at the Beach Part One

The dry spell for Lisa with guys was over for a month when she spotted Marty. For six months Lisa barely got laid and more often than not took a knockout when she had a mixed fight. Her friend Arianna lent her boyfriend Marc to Lisa for a weekend and he eased her anxiousness considerably.
But Marc was a one timer. Lisa had to bag her own man to end the drought. Relief came when she decked a slightly younger guy named Glen in the fifth round of a match at the Amazonia Boxing Club. When he recovered from a 15 minute nap, Glen made a date with Lisa and two nights later they were fucking in Lisa's apartment.
Then men were everywhere Lisa looked. First, they were friends of Glen, most of whom she beat up and later fucked senseless.
Lisa assumed Marty was going to be another quickie, since he had a long term girlfriend named Haley. But hearing Marty's nickname among the Amazonia's female membership was "banana" made Lisa think Marty might have potential.
At the Amazonia's yearly beach party for members, Lisa came on to Marty. She caught him alone at the small bar, drinking a beer as he enjoyed the clear sunny day. Haley had gone swimming with her friends.
"Going to be in the fights tonight?" Lisa asked a startled Marty, who shot a a glance at her and instantly smiled. Lisa felt the urge to slug him.
"Hi there," Marty said, entranced by Lisa's body and the light in her eyes that illuminated the smooth brown features of her face. "You're Lisa, right?"
The girl nodded. "I haven't got anyone to fight, though." Marty continued.
"Well, how about me..handsome?"
Marty held back his answer for a second, searching as discreetly as he could for Haley or any of her gossipy friends.
"You? I might hit you pretty hard, maybe knock you out!"
"I doubt it!" Lisa lowered her eyes. "I hear the girls call you 'banana'. Is that so?"
"I can't think why..."
"You accept my challenge? We keep going till one of us is unconscious?"
"I do." Marty vowed. "And in the ring, too."
"I'll go register our names."
Lisa started to turn away and quickly clasped Marty's face in her hands and they kissed. The rush pounded through Lisa and the longer the kiss held, the more Lisa wanted the intimacy to advance.
"I'll knock you out!" Lisa said when she pulled away from Marty.

The bout between Lisa and Marty, the third scheduled, was held on the beach front property of the Amazonia's owner and the party's host, Jane Wharton. A small portable ring had been constructed and torches were set up to enliven the night matches for the mostly female spectators.
The first two bouts had gone to the ladies.
Marty and Haley, his second, climbed into the ring as its former occupants were leaving. Marty's friend Will was laid out on a stretcher, conveyed by two bikini clad Asian girls, followed by Veronica Mitchell, fists raised over her head.
Lisa, Arianna and Arianna's boyfriend Marc arrived moments later. Haley not only didn't like Lisa, done up in a skimpy pink bikini, but was deeply suspicious of her. The unwritten custom of the Amazonia was that male members challenged women to a match. The only exceptions were if the female got off on hitting men, was looking to get laid or both. Haley thought Lisa had exception number two written all over her. She hoped Marty would work her over thoroughly before punching Lisa's lights out.

The first punches smacked against Lisa's face loudly. Lisa raised her defense, blocking more of Marty's punches. As the round went on, Lisa smiled at Marty making him increasingly horny.
"What do you think boy? Like what you see?"
Marty nodded appreciatively and kept on fighting.
In the second round, Lisa began forcing her opponent onto the ropes and into the corners whenever possible. Marty pushed back, concentrating on body shots that punished Lisa's midsection and chest. Crouching a few inches, threw an agile left that Lisa block expertly. His right hooked on Lisa's chin a second later, staggering the buxom fighter.
A second left tagged the side of her head.
Lisa squinted sharply as she moved unsteadily. Both of her gloves, barely at chest level, left her head unprotected. Marty steadied the groggy girl boxer by her shoulders and slugged her with a hard, from the waist upper cut.
Lisa sprawled back, her eyes wide and her lower jaw falling slack. The crowd went silent as they watched their favorite sway like a reed in a gentle breeze, her liquid brown eyes opening and closing as her head fell back and then lolled to the left and right.
A curtain of velvet blackness fell on Lisa. Her eyes rolled up and her one leg after the other shot from the canvas and Lisa landed on her back.
Emma the Ref began the count. Lisa's head to one side, arms out, slept peacefully.
"Nine!" Emma called out.
DING!! DING!!
Haley cursed quietly as Emma ended the count and Lisa's second stalked into the ring.

Chris and Katie

"Keep your fists up, Katie, remember..guard up," Chris urged.
Katie, intently circling her boxing instructor, pulled her gloved fists closer to her chin. More than a month of lessons had passed and Chris reminding his pupil to guard her head had become routine.
Not that Katie was a bad fighter: the attractively fit, 25 year-old blond had good foot work for a beginner. Her punching and jabbing only needed the right training to become effective.
"I can't see over my gloves," she answered with a high, girlie voice that annoyed and stimulated Chris, almost at once.
Chris had decided, no matter what anyone insisted, Katie was not a ditz. She was a blond, a natural blond, in possession of a 34D chest and an uncompromising dedication to being feminine. It took two lessons before Chris got Katie to stop wearing makeup in the ring. Chris operated on the assumption that Katie, always slow to both ask and answer questions, was "girlie" to cover personal insecurities, mistakenly leaving others with the impression she was a flirty dim wit.
Chris shot a few punches at Katie's torso, which she deflected precisely. Bobbing sideways, Chris swung around at her side. Katie blocked and hooked a left to Chris' head. The instructor staggered and returned fire at Katie's head. Her gloves shot up in defense, but left a portion of her jaw exposed. Chris tagged the spot perfectly.
The girl fell sideways, arms flung out, feet grabbing at the canvas.
"Chris...I..." purred Katie.
"Katie!" Chris called out, but his words evaporated in Katie's ears. She wavered in place and dropped into the ropes in an effortless, wave-like fall.
Landing ass first, Katie slid along the ropes. Her compact red lips drifted open and she sighed.
Chris cursed to himself, imploring God to damn a number of things except the unconscious girl spread out before him.
Drained of anger, Chris checked Katie's pulse and thumbed her eyelids.
"Okay Katie, please wake up." Chris said as he slapped the sides of Katie's face. Her head jerked side to side and Katie breathed in loudly.
"Was I....I..thought I was...in bed..." Katie whispered.
"Yep," Chris replied blankly, helping the girl to her feet. Katie leaned on him completely, her legs slipping over each other as they edged toward a nearby chair.
"Chris?"
"Yes, Katie?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
Chris held a small flash light to Katie's eyes and clicked the on button. To his relief, the pupils contracted.
"Not right now."
Katie felt warm sleep swarm over her and she smiled, sinking downward.

Love and sex always collapsed into the same urge for Katie: if she wanted sex with a guy, then she must be in love with him. And since she was obviously in love, sexual desire followed naturally.
After their last session, Chris concentrated on Katie's road work, further development of her upper body strength and insisting she avoid boys until she showed progress.
Katie followed through on the first two directives and failed miserably with the third.
Katie was smitten with Logan, another boxer at the gym, a little older than her. She questioned Chris about him continually. Initially, he told Katie only the facts he knew about Logan: half done with law school, unattached and a strong right. After more questions, Chris said what he'd been holding back: Logan and a few other guys in the gym were in a contest to see who could nail the most females by the end of the year.
"How do you know?!" This was the first time Chris ever heard Katie angered.
"Because I was invited to participate," answered Chris. "If you don't want to be treated like a slab of meat, stay clear of Logan."
A few weeks later, Chris discovered Katie didn't take advice.
"Katie? It's three in the morning!" Chris mumbled in exasperation as he tied his flannel house coat.
The blond, her eyes only half open, stalked uninvited into Chris' living room and pitched herself on the couch.
Uneasiness crept over Chris.
"Are you drunk Katie?"
"No...a little.." Katie's response was a slow, high-pitched mixture of anger and frustration. Chris knew why the girl was inebriated, but waited to hear it from her.
"Logan is such an asshole!" she shouted, pounding the cushions with her fists. Chris asked if she wanted some coffee. Katie requested a beer and Chris said no.
Silence flourished between them until Chris sat on the couch next to Katie.
"Chris, do you think I'm stupid?"
"No."
"Just a dumb blond with great tits?"
Chris recognized a disdainful imitation of Logan through the alcohol-slurred voice.
"Katie, I've never thought you were dumb and you are a very attractive girl."
"I am?"
"Never doubt it."
Katie threw her arms at Chris, lassoing his neck and kissing him with a ungainly passion. Chris panicked and felt himself falling. His tongue weaved with hers and then they were staring at each other.
Katie felt Chris' breath on her face and got to her feet, pulling Chris with both her hands. The older man followed his pupil into the bedroom and pulled her top off over her head.
Chris woke to find Katie asleep on his chest, her arms clutched around him
"How you doing?" Chris asked when Katie stirred awake.
Both Katie's lips and eyes smiled at Chris.

Three months speed by before Katie accepted the challenge match. Veronica Mitchell, at 42, was the oldest female fighter at the club and certainly one of the best. She had recently begun taunting Katie about Logan's sexual prowess and how she had done what the blond had failed to do: transform Logan into a one woman man.
Chris told Katie to ignore the older woman. "She knows you're impulsive and not ready to fight an opponent with her ring experience."
"I am so ready!" Katie shouted rashly.
"Veronica is stronger than you are and she does not fight fairly!"
"How do you know?"
"Because I've seen her in the ring and we've..."
"And...'we've what'?"
"I don't trust Veronica."
Katie was momentarily silent. "She likes hurting people?"
"Yes, Katie."
"Outside the ring, too?"
There was understanding in Katie's voice. She hugged Chris and gave him a kiss before she went to her locker.

Katie slept tranquilly. The fourth round of her match with Veronica was half done and she was flat on her back, her entire body so limp that it seemed to Chris like liquid poured onto the canvas. Only Katie's chest moved up and down rhythmically.
"There's a rule that says any female who's great in the sack is shit in the ring," Veronica said, reclining against the ropes, undoing her gloves, as Chris checked Katie's pulse. "So I'll assume this one's rocking your world."
Veronica had waited until round three to describe to Katie sex with Logan. Katie became increasingly careless in her anger until round four when the power of Veronica's right upper cut pitched her backwards, smiling in a giddy daze. Katie's world swirled into darkness.
"Of course, I'm the exception that makes the rule, as you already know, Chris."
"Get lost, Veronica!" Chris barked.
Katie inhaled and then expelled a soft sigh, signalling her return from dreamland.
"You know, Chris, Karin here was.."
"Katie!"
"Yes, right, Katie...was trying to hurt me and not just because I'm making Logan's eyes roll from so many orgasms." Veronica retreated through the ropes and climbed down from the ring. "It was like she was looking for vengeance for something or someone else."
Chris settled Katie against the ropes. Her eyes blinking suddenly, Katie felt light flood her brain.

Bruja

Helena selected Will after a few tries with other men at the Amazonia Boxing Club. The previous candidates, all of them great fucks, were ordinary, not particularly handsome or physically impressive. Helena had learned that men like those gave her the most sexual pleasure. But they didn't provide the one thing she craved most: an orgasm induced vision.
Will was searching, also. Will wanted a female who would beat him in combat, but that he could overwhelm in bed. In both pursuits, Will favored older women and black and Asian college girls, so his sudden infatuation with Helena baffled him.
Helena, skinny and lose limbed, had a small chest and lips that pouted even when she was happy. Helena had no idea what the vision was she sought, but when it hit, she'd know it.

Helena could have put her victim out with one shot, but she slipped behind Will, who she had just dazed with a clothesline, and raised her arms behind his head.
The softness of Helena's arms snaking around his throat sent furious warmth through Will. He went faint, fought through it and his hands pulled at Helena's arms.
"You feel it, boy!?" Helena whispered in Will's ear, huskily stressing "boy."
Dizziness spread in Will's body. Bending one knee at a time, Helena sat Will on the canvas and pulled him tightly against her chest.
Heavy as lead weights, Will's arms fell on Helena's bare thighs. Helena loosened the sleeper hold slightly.
"Want a short nap, Will? Or do I send you to the place dreams come from?"
Will wanted to fuck Helena, he felt so controlled.
"Dre...emes..."
Helena flexed her right bicep into Will's neck. Will's head tilted against her arm and he was knocked out.
Helena pinned Will's shoulders for a ten count. Reaching in the front of Will's trunks, Helena fingered his hard on. She gave Will a long kiss and murmured "I love you" in his ear.

Will didn't see Helena until the Saturday, when they spent the weekend in his town house. Emma the Ref and Wes carried Will from the ring to the recovery room, which Helena watched with intense gratification.
Out cold for five minutes, Will dreamed of a three way with Helena, his last girlfriend Jasmine and himself. Jasmine wore the same ankh around her neck that she did in real life.
Will struggle to break both women with sex, but only succeeded with Jasmine. For days after recovering from the sleeper, Will's reality would shift to the three way dream. Jasmine would be curled up once again in feline repose against Will's chest, faintly smiling, while Helena lay stretched out on the bed, her narrow eyes watching everything Will did.
Late Sunday morning Helena got dressed standing. Next to Will, who lay on his bed. He still wanted more sex with her, but he was too spent to pull his lover down to the mattress.
Knowing Will wanted conquest even more than pleasure, Helena allowed him nearly complete freedom with her body. Orgasms tore through her, creating a tender affection for his prowess.
"You were great Will! I'm glad I'm in love with you." Helena gave Will a hungry kiss. "But you'll never own me. No man has done that yet."
Will felt like he'd been knifed as he watched Helena walk out, over night bag swaying over her shoulder.

The rematch, boxing this time, happened two weeks later. Helena felt confident in her corner, dressed in tight white shorts and a T-shirt. She was sure Will would do nothing but stare at her legs and that she would punch him out before round five was finished.
To Will's annoyance, Helena absorbed what punishment his gloves delivered. For three rounds Will battered Helena relentlessly, certain she would crumple to the canvas unconscious. But she answered every punch from Will with another. When the pair were in a clinch Helena would torment Will with the details of how much she loved him.
In round four, Will lodged a left to her head. In the few seconds Helena's head lowered to the side, Will's right swung up and hammered her chin.
Helena's body floated off the canvas an inch and her eyes drifted shut. Helena was already seeing shooting stars as she hit the canvas, back first. Sleep washed over the girl boxer like the incoming tide. She slept through the 10 count and then longer, a warm sensation coursing through her body in the blackness.

The bout was Helena's first experience of defeat. She woke with a powerful feeling of release that clung to her the day after the match. When she called Will on the phone she told him in fevered, girlish tones that she had to see him as soon as possible.

Will yanked Helena from the doorway and pulled her firmly into his room, shoving her on the bed. Each one undressed with precision, staring straight into the other's eyes.
"You were out cold on your ass!" Will said. "What did you dream of?'
Helena ignored the question and clasped Will's red erection and pulled it and Will to her. Helena face contorted with pleasure like a soldier just wounded. Helena clasped the back of Will's head and pulled his hair deliberately. Will answered by thrusting harder into Helena, making her shout.
When the orgasm hit Helena, the bedroom spun away and she was consumed by a searing whiteness that burned her eyes.
"I...you...Will..." Helena gasped and her head tilted back a final time as she blacked out.
Will settled Helena's head on some pillows and the girl, utterly asleep and content, dreamed of leaping tigers until the morning.

Women in Love

Mark landed a punishing gut shot Veronica wasn't expecting that doubled her over. Her eyes wide with pain and shock, she never saw Mark's left-right combination slam her face. The grogginess caused by the punches blunted his follow through upper cut, but did not diminish the effects.
Veronica staggered backward to the ropes, her entire body stretched out, chin pointed in the air. Eyes shut and legs going rubbery, Veronica's feet shot from the canvas and she dropped into the ropes.
In the seconds it took for the woman's ass to reach the canvas, her arms went limp and warm darkness covered her.
While Veronica slumbered through Mark's ten count, gloved fists on her bare thighs, Veronica wandered in a dreamland of bright blurry lights and colorful pinwheels. An intense sensation of release flooded her body. This was the first time in five years of boxing that Veronica had been knocked out cold. She enjoyed the experience.

Mark's arms were supporting Veronica when the lights and pinwheels faded.
"Slowly now Veronica!" the young man urged. Why slowly? Veronica asked herself.
Veronica's legs were unsteady and weak and she had to lean on Mark as he walked her to the stool in her corner. Veronica collapsed against the turnbuckle, stars still popping in her vision.
"How you feeling?" Mark asked Veronica, starting to untie her red boxing gloves
"How do I feel?"
A few seconds of fruitless thought followed.
"What happened to me?"
Mark laughed out loud.

Veronica and Mark fucked at Veronica's house. They went until morning. At some point during the night, Veronica couldn't say when, she fell in love with Mark.
Their match had only lasted one round. Mark was a lanky, almost skinny boy in his twenties. Veronica didn't think he'd amount to much as a boxer, so she didn't take his challenge too seriously. Skinny amateur looking to get laid she decided as they faced each other before the match started. Well, if it happens, it happens.
For most of the night Mark was on top, another first for Veronica. The orgasms hit her like cartoon punches and she was seeing stars again in the morning.
When Veronica suggested they keep this up, Mark agreed. He was attracted to older women.

The fling went for two months. Mark would fuck Veronica nearly senseless and then cook her breakfast. Veronica walked around, half dancing, feeling the buoyant joy she had not experienced since she was a teenager. The lovers boxed once more in those weeks. Mark was considerate of his lover this time. The match lasted two rounds. Mark worked Veronica thoroughly in the first and put her to sleep early in the second.

Veronica was in an euphoric mood when Alma approached her.
The two women had a lot in common. They were in their forties, big chested with well developed thighs. They both were boxers.
"Veronica Mitchell?!" Alma asked with a noticeable Spanish accent.
"Yeah..."
Veronica was very uneasy at the question.
"Do you know Mark! Mark Baldwin!?"
"No! I don't know any..."
Alma's fist cracked low on Veronica's jaw, spinning her to the floor.
"I think you do!"
Alma pulled Veronica back up and slugged her in the mid section. "I think you know him VERY well!!"
Veronica "UGGH!!"ed loudly and another punch grounded her. Alma spat the words "puta" and "pera" at her victim, which Veronica barely understood.
Planted on her ass Veronica stared with glassy eyes up at her attacker.
Alma saw Veronica was ready for the message she wanted to give her.
"Listen to me good, puta!" Alma nearly shouted in Veronica's face after standing her up. "Mark is mine! Get your own man!"
Veronica never saw or felt the punch that knocked her spark out. There was yelling and then she was asleep.
Alma's left upper cut threw her against the wall. Veronica slid down with a listlessness Alma found very satisfying.

Satan's Angels - The Finish

"Hey, hey..handsome...!"
Max felt his face being ligthly slapped. Soft female fingers working in unison with a soothing voice brought him back to consciousness.
Aria Evan's face broke into a wide smile when Max's eyes opened completely. "Agent Max, nice to have you back!"
Max knew he was seated, but he could not move his legs or arms. His wrists and ankles were bound by thin plastic strips. In her right hand, Aria held the cup of champagne Max gave her 15 minutes earlier. "Slipped me a mickey in the champagne?"
Aria poured the gold, fizzy liquid on the carpet. "Do you think I'm stupid?" She bounced the cup off Max's face. "Of course you do!"
Aria pulled a chair up to Max, turning it around so she could rest her arms on the back of the chair.
"Roxana and I knew there was something wrong when Cathy was gone for three days," Aria said. "Cathy can go goofy for a guy, but she never misses a staff meeting. Did you drug her Shirley Temple?"
Max was annoyed. "Gassed her with a snoozer, put her right out."
Aria held up Max's cell phone-snoozer. "Mean this?" She pitched the snoozer against the wall and it shattered.
"My next guess? You sponsored Cathy for the rehabilitation program?"
"Yeah."
"So it's love? Cathy finally laid the man of her dreams?" Aria leapt to her feet, taking a small knife from her back pocket. "That's too bad, because we're going to see Roxanna!"
Max felt the plastic strip around his wrist give as he pulled his hands apart slightly. Aria turned the blade in Max's face, laughed happily, and cut the restraints on his ankles.
"Get up!" she ordered.
As he stood, the poorly connected strip on his wrists came loose and his arms were free.
For a moment, Aria turned her back to Max to collect her bag from the bed, all the time Max needed to land a chop on the bad girl's neck.
She groaned and staggered. Max quickly swung her around and slugged Aria low on the jaw.
The room went quiet and a soft darkness pressed down Aria's eyelids. She fought to stay standing, but the urge to sleep was stronger. Max put Aria on the couch and secured her wrists and feet.

Still knocked out cold, Aria was wheeled out of the motel room by two Justice Force agents. Agent Miki examined the disheveled room ruefully. "Looks like you had a good night, anyway!"
Max ignore her sarcasm. "How is Cathy?"
"Doing well, ready to graduate from prohibition in a month. You miss her?"
Max expected news of his attachment to Cathy Hazlitt to get around Justice Force, just not this fast. Well, they are female crime fighters.
"Nothing on Roxanna?"
"Nope," Miki replied. "The trail is dead."

In fact Roxanna had vanished completely. The safe house her organization used was cleaned out and abandoned. Agent Miki suggested Roxanna had fled to a country, likely below Mexico, that had no extradition treaty with America.
So Max was paid for his efforts and told to wait for his next assignment. Max felt a little bored and lonely since Cathy would not be paroled by Justice Force for another month. Hearing that his friend Zack had gone to Vegas with "a job," Max took care of project he'd been meaning to get to.

"What is this custom of giving women alcohol to drink while dining?" asked Scarlet Vixen as they sat in Max's favorite Italian restaurant, Zapatelli's. Vixen, recruited from the Amazon Sisterhood to Justice Force, had recovered from the beating Aria had given her a few weeks earlier. Max had invited her to dinner on the pretext of discussing a few ideas he had about getting Zack out of his life of crime.
Vixen jumped at the idea.
"You must know that alcohol impairs female judgement!" she admonished sternly. Max wondered what streak of insanity made him think he could nail Scarlet Vixen.
"Does it? Really?" Max responded. "Let me ask you, Athena: Why do you find Zack so attractive despite the obvious fact he's a thief and you're a crime fighter?"
Vixen's face twisted with thought. "He's really sexy, when I see him, i melt inside, he's like..manly!"
"Now, as far as you're concerned, do I possess those attractive qualities to same degree as Zack?"
Vixen concentrated again and frowned slightly. "I'm afraid not as much..."
"Exactly!" Max caught their waiter's attention. "Another Manhattan for the lady...thanks!"

Max returned, alone, to his apartment. He was disturbed more by the fact he actually thought he could get Vixen drunk and in bed, than that the attempt failed.
He flicked on his living room light and felt something hard strike his head. Then the living room light went out.

The black fog that filled Max's eyes focused into Roxanna, who pointed a gun in his face.
"Hello Agent Max!" Roxanna sneered. "Here I was thinking you were just a harmless fling...you seemed like a harmless non entity I could fuck and then beat up!"
"Hi Roxanna...ohhhh...we've been looking for you..."
"I bet! I knew my organization had been compromised by Justice Force when Cathy disappeared." Roxanna chambered a bullet in her pistol. "So I sent Aria after you and Scarlet Vixen to buy me time to cover my tracks. Too bad, Aria was a very effective member of our team, but she had to be sacrificed."
Roxanna pressed the pistol barrel on Max's forehead. "Too bad you and the reformed Miss Cathy won't get a happy ending!"
Roxanna pulled back the hammer on the automatic.
"But I'll be enjoying mine in Argentina! Buenos noches, Max!"
WHAP!!
A blow jerked Roxanna's head sideways. The pistol slipped from her grip and fell harmlessly to the floor. The bad girl glanced down at the gun, smiled and hit the floor herself.
Where Roxana stood was Scarlet Vixen, a sap in her hand.
"You were trying to seduce me, weren't you, Max!"
"Scarlet! Glad you could make it!" Max rose warily to his feet. "Thanks for taking out Roxy here! Help me move her."
As they carried the unconscious Roxanna to the couch, Scarlet Vixen continued to upbraid Max on his intentions earlier in the evening.

Kitsune

Kitsune's ears curved weirdly beneath her shinny black hair. Jon saw her one spring afternoon at the Amazonia Boxing Club as she was hitting the heavy bag. Kitsune moved around the bag as if it were prey she couldn't let escape. Jon could only admire her firm ass and legs in the black speedos until she shifted position and faced him.
Jon was shaken by Kitsune's round, narrow face and close set brown eyes that sat high in her cheek bones, eyes that focused on the heavy bag and on everything around Kitsune at the same time. When the girl looked at Jon, the ferocity on the punching bag increased.
Speaking to Kitsune a few days later, Jon thought her voice was clear and intelligent, but the girl spoke rapidly and slipped away from Jon if he appeared to move to close to her.
Two weeks later Jon and Kitsune fucked in Jon's apartment. Jon marveled happily at how fast Kitsune moved - they had coffee after her sparring session and then went straight to Jon's bedroom.
Jon operated on the sometimes accurate premise that he ruled his own bedroom. But this time, Kitsune dominated him from the instant they hit the bed. Kitsune fucked as fast as she moved in the ring. After their last orgasm, Jon tried to find out what part of Asia Kitsune came from since her accent wasn't American.
"I'm from all over," said Kitsune dreamily. "Japan, China, Korea..."
Running his fingers gently through his lover's hair as she lay on top of him, her chin on his chest, Jon ignored that her reply wasn't an answer.
"We're going to fight tomorrow night," she declared. "And I'm going to fuck you up!"
Her words sounded like a promise to Jon.

At first Jon thought Kitsune would be an easy match. She was light and fast on her feet and Jon knew not to be complacent in the boxing ring against a small woman, but knew he had a weight and height advantage. This little one can run and dodge all she likes, he thought. One good punch with everything behind it and this fight is over.
Kitsune banged her black boxing gloves against Jon's and began to prowl around him.
"Have you ever been knocked out, Kitsune? I can do it, you know?"
Kitsune's small nose twitched as she answered, "I will knock you out, lover!"
They traded shots, the tempo increasing with each round. Jon hammered a right hook to the side of Kitsune's head, landing her on the canvas.
for a few moments, the dazed girl lay on her back, blinking her eyes. When Kitsune sat up, glove pressed to her right eye, Jon stopped the count.
"Want to go on?" asked Jon, reaching down to Kitsune. She stared intently up at him as she permitted him to pull her to her feet.
Agsin they circled each other, Kitsune making short jumps at Jon, who moved backward, baffled by the girl's attack. One punch caught his jaw and Jon stumbled to the ropes. As he corrected himself, Kitsune delivered a left-right combination to Jon's head.
The blows spun Jon's vision and he never saw and only barely felt the left upper cut cracking on his jaw. Jon went light headed and in an instant he was unconscious.

Flat on his back, Jon glimpsed the hind legs and white tipped tail of a red fox disappear out the doors of the gym as lights surged brightly and bleed into darkness.

Jon went to the refurbished mammal exhibit at the city zoo with his sister and niece. The excited 12 year old tugged her indulgent uncle by the hand, making sure they visited the Big Cats first (two tigers, two pumas and a pride of lions) and then the canids. The tour came to an abrupt halt at the red fox enclosure, where's Jon's niece searcher for the concealed occupant.
"Newly arrived Red Fox (Volpus volpus) vixen, one year old" Jon read from the plaque mounted on the rail around the exhibit.
"Where? I don't see her?" his niece said. Hearing human voices, the vixen bounded from her lair and darted across the grounds of the enclosure. She vanished behind a large rock.
"There she is!" The young girl pointed to a pair of sharp ears slowly rising behind the crest of a stone. The animal's narrowed eyes fixed on Jon. The vixen had a bruise on the side of her face.
Jon stared back at the fox until she began to growl and yip. Jon's niece laughed out loud.
"She's mad at you, Uncle Jon!"

Kitsune vanished for awhile from the Amazonia after the bout with Jon, who wanted a rematch. The day after his zoo trip, he got a call from her. Kitsune wanted to know if Jon wanted another fight.
"I promise not to knock you out so fast this time," she added. As he agreed, Jon felt lust and anger burst inside.

"You still have that shiner!" Jon said between punches that flew between the couple.
"Slow to heal!" Kitsune replied with repressed anger.
Jon put a few punches on the bruise, hoping to throw Kitsune off balance. It worked.
Kitsune staggered to the right two paces, leaving her open long enough for Jon to hammer her mid section. Kitsune violently crouched over and Jon followed up with a right to her chin. A loud "SMACK!" echoed from a second blow to her jaw.
Edging the confused girl to the ropes, Jon fired rapid punches all around Kitsune's small body. He littered headshots between body blows. Kitsune desperately wanted to fight her way out of the corner, but Jon kept her pinned.
Kitsune collapsed to the canvas from a harsh shot to her jaw. Seated and wobbly, the girl stared blankly in a daze.
She rattled her lovely head back and forth, blinking her eyes furiously. Jon moved away as Kitsune pushed herself to stand.
"We over?" asked Jon, raising his fists.
"Never!" Kitsune barked, still in pain.
"Good!"
Jon closed in as soon as Kitsune put up her gloves defensively.
Punches glided between her arms, detonating on her skull. The ring tilted, almost tipping up side down. Seeing Kitsune's eyes were glassy and unmoving, Jon slowed up his assault, rationing his body blows, waiting for Kitsune to fall.
Now out on her feet Kitsune made clumsy, tired swings at Jon, who pushed the spent fighter into a turnbuckle. The only audible sounds were the leather of Jon's gloves hiting Kitsune and her faint moans.
Jon tilted Kitsune's chin upright and closed the girl's mouth.
WHAP!!!
Kitsune's eyes fluttered twice and closed shut. Her legs and then her entire body turned to rubber and the girl boxer struck the canvas.

Deep in a profound knockout, Kitsune's body shivered. Jon watched in astonishment as the girl transformed into a red fox, which lay prone at Jon's feet. Removing his gloves, he checked the creature's pulse which was steady. He lifted the vixen in his hands and carried her to the recovery room.
The vixen lay on the bed for a minute before stirring and yipping. As the vixen woke, she transformed back to Kitsune. Sitting up, the girl boxer smiled at the baffled human. A moment passed and he smiled in return.

Ursula's Back!

Ursula was out of Sam's life for six years when she strutted through the Amazonia Boxing Club, dressed in a high cut, black, one piece bathing suit.
Some things about her had changed, but the important features that Sam kept in his memory were unaltered.
Ursula had reached 42 with her legs long and smooth and her breasts still generous and firm. Her dyed blond hair was still cut short to her head.
But Sam also noted some changes to his former live-in girlfriend; primarily that she was a lot richer then when Ursula left him.
A limousine driven by a tall, beautiful, elegantly uniformed Asian girl named Kitsune brought Ursula to and from the Amazonia. Kitsune also served as a valet, carrying Ursula's boxing gear into the women's locker rooms, standing in her corner when her mistress fought and having her change of cloths when the match was over. It was Kitsune who told Max Ursula wanted to see him.

Kitsune lead him to the dressing room Ursula was using after a match that afternoon.
"Sam, did you see my fight?" asked Ursula as if six years weren't between them.
"Sure, Ursula, nice to see you again..."
Lust flared in Sam as it always did when Ursula stressed her Danish accent.
"They had to carry her out of the ring, when I was done with her...Desiree was the little girl's name..."
Sam had witnessed the match, that was four rounds of Ursula pounding the young girl and a fifth dedicated to knocking her out. Desiree's first real boxing match had been with Sam. He had also knocked the beginner out cold, but he enjoyed the night they spent together after the bout. They stayed friends since then and seeing Desiree unconscious in the recovery room just made Sam madder at Ursula.
"What do you want?" Sam asked.
"I want to fight a guy. You remember how fun that was for both of us?" Ursula's eyes narrowed on Sam. "Let's have a match up?!"
"No!"
"Why not?"
Sam's response was flat "You ditched with no regard for how I felt, for some rich asshole!"
"I think you'd still fuck me, Sam?" Ursula purred. "Fighting me should be easy for you."
"I don't want to fight you!" Sam turned for the door, but Kitsune grabbed his shoulder and turned him back.
"I can make you want to fight me," taunted Ursula, raising her fists playfully.
"Forget it!"
"Be that way..."
Sam saw Ursula clinch her face in anticipation as her right fist sailed at him
THWAP!!!
Sam dropped unconscious into Kitsune's extended arms.
"Excellent punch, mistress!" the valet said.
"Thank you, Kitsune." Ursula lifted her former lover's legs and the pair carried him out of the dressing room.

Sam enjoyed the rain that was falling all over him. He ignored the girls' laughter until he realized he wasn't dreaming any longer. His eyes opened completely, revealing ten women in various states of undress at the entrance to the women's shower. They were giggling loudly. Sam saw the shower spraying down on him and then noticed his jeans were down at his knees and his penis cradled in his right hand.
Struggling to pull up his jeans, Sam got to his feet, slipping a few times and escaped the women's locker room.

The bout between Sam and Ursula was the best attended in the Club's history. Most of the guys laughed at the story of Sam passing out after jacking off in the shower, but deep down they wanted Ursula to be publicly knocked out in a boxing ring. The women who found Sam naked giggled every time the incident was mentioned, but they were also moved by the magnitude of Sam's manhood.
"And that was just prone!" one observed.

A thrill passed through Sam when Ursula wore the same black one piece for their fight that she had on when she sucker punched him. It was also the identical suit she wore they day they broke up. Sam and Ursula had been together for three years, when Ursula started coming home late, completely exhausted. When Ursula was confronted, she explained shamelessly that she had found another man, older and richer than Sam.
They argued for a few days until Ursula suggested they use the method they usually did for settling relationship problems: the boxing ring. If she lost, Ursula stayed with Sam. If she won, she was free. The fight was too a knock out.
At the end of three rounds, Sam was out cold on the canvas. Ursula gave her lover a kiss and stroked his purple erection before walking out of the ring and his life.

"When this match is over," Ursula whispered coyly to Sam as they hammered each other, "After you wake up, of course, I'm going to own you mind and body!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
For the first few minutes, Ursula's rights and lefts were like hammers falling all over Sam's body. His head shot left to right from Ursula's shots until her from the hip upper cut put him on the ropes. A left-right gut shot emptied Sam's lungs. Between surges of agony, he gulped down mouthfuls of air. Ursula felt pity for her opponent.
"Now, Sam." she hissed like a demon. "No I knock you out!"
Sam was lifted inches into the air by Ursula's second upper cut. Reality switched to black and Sam heard a loud rattle when he struck the canvas.
Emma and Kitsune carried Sam out after the ten count he never heard. Ursula strutted out behind them, fists raised abover her head. Kitsune giggled at the erection rigid in Sam's trunks.

Sam came around after ten minutes.
"Hey lover, you're back! Did you miss me?"
Sam's eyes focused on Ursula, who sat beside his bed. A few paces behind was Kitsune, who smiled at Sam.
When he was able, Sam got to his feet, with the help of the two women. In the parking lot, Ursula stopped Sam before he got in his car.
"Seeing you agai...all beat up and unconscious..made me wonder Sam..."
Ursula touched Sam's face and they kissed. "Do you want to ..pick up where we left off?"
They kissed again, longer and deeper. "What about your husband?" asked Sam.
"Reg and I divorced," Ursula explained. "I need a new...man in my life."
"Sure we can!" Max agreed.
"I figured that..Kitsune..."
The Asian girl landed a chop to Sam's neck. His body jerked stiff. Kitsune delivered a second blow and Sam crumpled into her arms.
"Perfect." Ursula stated. The pair carried Sam to the limo and carefully placed him in the backseat.
"Mistress,may I share Mr. Sam with you?"
"Of course my sweet, in due time."
Ursula saw slight dissapointment wash on Kitsune's face.
"And that won't be long. You know I share everything with you, Kitsune."
The womens' lips joined in a long kiss.
"Yes, Mistress, I do."
Kitsune placed her chaufeer's cap happily on her head.