Donna was dying to give me a black eye. It was her come on when she wanted to fuck a guy. But if she wanted you in bed, Donna had you in the ring first.
All that was fine with me. I joined the Amzaonia Boxing Club to fight women. Guys in their 20s watched Donna in her pink and purple sweats that had "KNOCKOUT" stitched on the ass, and accepted her challenge, assuming it was an easy match. Most of those beginners woke up with a splitting headache in the Club's recovery room.
Donna had kept in great shape after her divorce at age forty. The separation's most interesting story ran that Donna hospitalized her her cheating husband and his girlfriend. Those who know Donna, believe it completely.
I admit now, that as I stood in the ring with her, Donna got me so stoked by her aggressiion. She gazed and threw punches at me, trying to be intimidating. I just wanted sex with her more.
My seconds were Desiree, my friend Peter's wife, and Kiki, my sometime bed partner and corner person. Kiki didn't like Donna at all.
"Marc, just knock her out quick," Kiki said, rubbing my shoulders. "She's a slut and sluts are easy to knock out!"
I wished that was always true.
Donna and I touched gloves.
"Which eye, Marc?"
"What do you mean?"
"Which eye do you want black when you finally wake up?"
I pictured Donna on her back, out cold, at my feet. "Your choice, honey pot!"
"Both then!"
A bout with Donna wasn't just foreplay. Fighting since high school, Donna had learned to move rapidly around the ring when fighting men, watching for weakness. I stepped into my knockout punch.
Before the fifth round, I dropped Donna twice, both with body shots. Swaying to her feet after the second fall, Donna beat the count by one digit. I figured she was already boarding the dreamland express.
In the fifth, Donna kept her distance, shaken by the last knock down, I thought. Ducking out my roundhouse, Donna popped up and unleashed a left-right combination to my jaw. I saw her thighs as I went down.
Next I was seated in my corner. Desiree waved smelling salts under my nose while she asked me questions.
"An old lady knocked his sorry ass out cold!" from Kiki was all I heard intially. "Probably wanted to fuck her!"
Kiki's voice, even when angry, was enticing and as my head slowly cleared, I considered a three way with Desiree and Kiki. The day dream suddenly stopped and I was in the recovery room. A doctor was flashing a light in my eyes.
Donna visited me during my three days in the hospital. I got a detailed description of how Donna enjoyed seeing me flat on the canvas.
"What really thrilled me was your erection," Donna told me. "Kiki wasn't happy!"
"Kiki can be very possessive," I explained. "And she dislikes you alot."
Donna slipped her hand under the sheets and slowly felt her way up my thighs. "I can tell you like me very much!"
A week later, Donna came over my place for dinner. We drank a few beers and exchanged life stories. seeing Donna's eyes fixed on me, I edited my story to the really interesting episodes which kept the narrative brief.
The sex was worth getting beaten senseless by Donna. She liked to control men by overwhelming them with pleasure. I had no trouble letting Donna have her way.
"Where you going, Donna?" I asked from my side of the bed as Donna was putting on her underwear, her voice and movements still slow from sleep.
"It's 9 in the morning..."
"On a Sunday..."
I got out of bed and gently clasped her shoulders. Donna made a weak attempt to wiggle free. "You're not going now..."
My finger drew down on her panties and they dropped to her ankles. I pressed her firmly against the bedroom wall and we kissed. She gave me a look of submission and triumph as we fucked and then Donna melted into my arms after our orgasm.
"That...I..." she murmured and went to sleep.
