Donna, Will and Karen

Donna knew what Will was about from the way he looked at her tits. "Submissive worship" was the phrase for what she saw and went after him.
After they worked out at the Amazonia Boxing Club, she invited to her house for a beer. As they sat in her back yard talking, Donna's initial suspicions were confirmed. Will's eyes focused alternately on her chest and her expertly developed biceps, leaving Will response to anything she said a few seconds behind.
"Hey, let's fight, Will!" suggested Donna, putting up her fists. "Wanna fight me?!"
Will couldn't agree fast enough and helped Donna spread the thick, blue wrestling mats on the lawn.
"Think you can beat me, Will?" she asked, coyly flicking a few punches at his head. As they circled closer to each other, Donna could see Will's attention was directed on her chest and biceps...and not her fists.
"I'll fucking knock you out!" Will answered.
"Not in the ring, sweetie!" said Donna. "Maybe in the sack, but not in a boxing match! You like fighting slutty women with big tits!?"
"I'll tell you when you wake up, Donna!"
"Oh, yeah?"
He hasn't thrown a punch yet, observed Donna to herself. Trying to provoke me! Well, here it comes!
Usually, Donna was careful at this stage of any match with a man she didn't know, even after she decided he was looking to get beat up by a woman. Some guys were sadists in disguise. But not this one, she thought as she stepped in and slugged Will in the midsection.
"Night-night!" she told the doubled over male and landed a right hook . Will dropped immediately to the mats.
"Come on, get up!!" Donna ordered her unmoving victim. After a few seconds, she rolled Will over on his back and unzipped his jeans. Reaching down the front of his briefs, Donna felt the particular personal satisfaction she derived from clasping an erection. She rubbed it vigorously until Will came and then looked at Will's face, to confirm the smile she already knew would be there.

They had sex all night.
 When she asked him if he remembered being masturbated while out cold, Will detailed an erotic dream of fucking Wonder Woman against the turnbuckle of a boxing ring.
"Did you service her or her you?" Donna asked, during a break in the love making.
"I pleasured the warrior princess."
It disappointed Donna the next morning when she realized Will wasn't the one. He was close, very close, in fact, to the submissive lover or "Gentle" she was after. Will expressed his desire to be knocked out a little too clearly, leaving Donna little to stalk for in a potential mate. But the sex had been fantastic and she liked Will for that. So much, that she knew she should introduce him to Karen.

The next day, Donna showed Will to her friend, who was in the middle of working a speed bag at the Amazonia. For a moment, Will could say nothing.

Clad in red boxing gloves, dark black shorts and a sleeveless athletic top that enhanced her cantaloupe breasts and contrasted with her smooth skin. Her dirty blond hair was pulled back in a "I mean business" pony tail, that rested at the base of her neck. A slim strand of hair fell between the hazel eyes that drilled into Will. Her expression made him wonder if she was about to punch him out.
"Hey, handsome!" said Karen, steading the speed bag. She swaggered to Will, her gloves at chest level. Karen's pink lips curled into a smile.
"Know what you are?" she asked Will, poking her right glove in his chest, nudging him back slightly. "You are a Gentle, a guy who wants women to beat him up. I knock out a Gentle every day, because I'm a Rough and Roughs knock out Gentles, rule of nature. Am I right?"
Good old Karen, Donna thought, never one for preliminaries.
"Yeah..." Will muttered, his eyes wide as saucers.
"Of course I am." Karen clasped Will's hand in her two gloves and lead him to an empty dressing room a few feet away. Shutting the door, she quickly embraced Will in a long kiss. "I usually go with women, but I need a guy, too. One guy is all. Are you it?"
Before Will could blurt "Yes!", Karen pressed her lips to his. In one quick motion, Karen shed her right boxing glove and deftly removed both of her breasts. Will kissed them immediately, reveling in the white smoothness of her skin and the feel of the pink nipples on his tongue. Karen pressed his face into her cleavage.
"Will?" she asked him.
"Yeah?" He looked up expecting to have the rest of her clothes off in seconds.
Waiting outside, Donna heard the sharp "WHAP!" of  leather hitting skin, followed by "OHHHHFFF!" Inside, she found Karen tucking her breasts back into her top and Will sprawled on the floor, out cold and smiling.
"Tell lover boy, when he comes around, that I'm going to publically beat his ass next Friday night!"
"It's true love, then, Karen?"
The blond ignored Donna's sarcasm and knelt down by Will. Clasping his chin with her free hand, she titled his face up right and kissed him.
"He'll probably love every minute of it," Karen remarked as she left the dressing room.

Donna was in Will's corner as she promised she would be when he came out of Karen's knockout. The pair had spent that night together, even though Will was over his head in love with Karen. He had been powerfully aroused by being laid out by the big blond and Donna was equally stoked by seeing Will prone.
Dressed exactly as he had for the first encounter with Will, Karen sat against the turnbuckle, banging her gloves together, as her lover, Desiree, rubbed her shoulders. Looking at Karen from across the ring, Donna and Will knew how the match would end and they both anticipated it.
The start of round one was cheered by the entire female membership of the Amazonia, who were ringside. Will probed Karen with a few punches to see what she would do. After giving Will a half a minute to put on a show for the spectators, Karen slammed her right fist directly in his face.
When Will's eyes opened, he was on his back at the edge of the ring, Donna imploring him to wake up. He began to stand when Emma the Ref called out "Six!"
"Didn't cum yet?" Karen taunted.
"Bitch!" Will answered, his voice and legs unsteady. "Bitch!"
Karen knew the trick: Gentles try to instigate their Rough into giving them the beating they crave before she's ready to give it.
"That's so cute, sweetheart!"
Karen walked into Will, unleashing punches all over his body. Will's arms instinctively closed around his torso, but Karen could see his eyes rolling with pleasure. Will was sunk against the ropes when the bell rang, ending the round.
Donna knew Will was too dazed from the beating and too high from arousal to hear her. "It's over this round, Will," she said in his ear. "Karen's going to knock you out, take the pain away for awhile."
The bell for round two clanged.
Donna kissed Will's cheek. "Good night, Will!"
Will grunted and pushed off the stool to met Karen, who seemed to move toward him like a bride walking down a church aisle. A few inches from her new lover, Karen uncorked a right to Will's chin, that almost knocked him out cold. But he stayed standing.
"It's time, Will, it's time!!" Karen whispered.
The follow up blow hammered its target hard on the jaw. There was a wave of pain and then a fade to numbness. Will's vision began to retract into darkness.
"I own you now, hear me Gentle! You're gonna wake up as my personal possession!"
Will thrilled at Karen's words, shouted through the distortion of the KO daze he was sinking into rapidly. The ring began to spin.
WHAP!
Karen's right upper cut lifted Will a few inches from the canvas. One long scream of pleasure came from the spectators.
"Yes!" Donna shouted, strangling the ropes.
"Fuck you!" Karen began screaming at Will, who was unconscious at her feet. "Fuck you, you are my bitch!"
Emma the Ref inserted herself between victor and victim, pushing Karen back and waving Donna into the ring. Karen shoved back, screaming, "Count his ass out! Do it, Emma!"
Emma the Ref ignored her and pressed the blond back, this time into the restraining arms of Desiree.
Donna and Emma sat Will up, but he was lifeless. Donna waved smelling salts under his nostrils and he jerked awake. The two women carefully walked him back to his corner.
"He's mine!" Karen yelled across the ring, half breaking from Desiree's arms. "He's mine!"

    

Holiday Knockouts Part 2

Night Shadow was in the changing room next to the one occupied by her girlfriend Lady Puma. Just like her male counterparts, Christmas shopping held no attraction for the diminutive crime fighter, but she had found a pair of blue jeans that she really liked and decided to try them on, while Lady Puma went through all the skits and blouses.

In the past, Night Shadow had romances with both men and women, but this was Lady Puma’s first same sex relationship. When Night Shadow (civilian identity: Cathy Hornby) joined Justice Force, she immediately fell for Lady Puma (aka: Jackie O’Toole). After some hesitation, Lady Puma gave into Night Shadow’s seduction and the two had been a couple for the last three years.

As much as Night Shadow loved Jackie, her enthusiasm for cloths shopping eluded Night Shadow. Well, a small sacrifice, she decided, as she tried to button the jeans. Night Shadow didn’t know why that was giving her trouble; the jeans had slid over her slender legs and waist. Night Shadow caught a sweet odor, like the one at her dentist’s office. The smell grew stronger and, as much as she tried, Night Shadow could not move her fingers.

“Hey…what’s. go…” she asked, dreamily. “Feel…good…”

Night Shadow’s vision blurred and she couldn’t move her mouth or tongue. She felt too happy and relaxed. The smell engulfed her and Night Shadow took one more breath, before her eyes closed and there was no opening them. She never felt her face smack the carpeted floor.

Outside the dressing room, two Asian women, dressed as store maintaince workers, rolled a large laundry basket to the door. Pulling on gas masks, retrieved from the basket, they entered the dressing room and emerged seconds later, carrying the sleeping girl. Swinging their load twice, they flung the super heroine in the basket and quickly covered her with clothes.

“Another excellent job, ladies!” said Carlita, who had just appeared. The operatives removed their masks and nodded their thanks. “Roll Night Shadow out to the van, I’ll be along in a minute.”

Carlita walked to the fitting room Lady Puma was in. “Jackie, you ready yet?” Carlita asked, raising her voice in a fair imitation of Night Shadow.

“Is that you, Cathy?” Lady Puma responded.

“No.”

Carlita cracked the door enough to insert her arm and slugged Lady Puma on the jaw. The punch landed perfectly. Lady Puma was out cold before her body hit the wall and slid down to the floor.

“Merry Christmas, femme!” Carlita spat at Lady Puma and joined her minions at the loading bay.

“Hello, you must be Marcus…Marcus Portman?”
Marcus Portman looked up at the voice that called his name and saw Carlita across the fitting room.

“Who are you?!”
“Carlita. But you may already know me as Lady Seda.”

  Marcus knew the name very well. Lady Seda was the arch enemy of his girlfriend, Tiger Girl, one of the leaders of Justice Force. Marcus bolted quickly for the exit, only to stop short before the two stunningly beautiful Asian women blocking him. They smiled sinisterly.

“May I introduce my associates, May Kagai and Charika Shiga.”

“Hello, Mr. Marcus!” they said in unison, forming fists.

“If I understand correctly, you are Tiger Girl’s latest main squeeze? Nice to see she’s dating outside the super hero gene pool, an attractive but severely limited group.”

“What’s this about?”
“Excellent, straight to the question!” Lady Seda walked up to Marcus. “You seem like an intelligent man, so I’ll reveal my evil plans to you. I used to be a member of the Sisterhood of Evil, you’ve heard about us?”

“Who hasn’t? Justice Force crushed your crime syndicate!”

Lady Seda rolled her eyes at her captive’s earnestness, fueled, no doubt, by Tiger Girl’s loving.

“Yes, that’s true. But we’re making a big comeback and under my leadership!”

“And what’s my part in all this?” Marcus asked.

“You are the final installment of my four part ‘Super Heroine’s Significant Other Kidnapping” project. We’ll be sending out ransom notices as soon as you’re secured in our secret hideout.”

“Justice Force will never cave into extortion!”

“Really? I think they will. The flaw in Good Girls is that they form attachments to their lovers. I’ll bet Tiger Girl is already discussing marriage?”

“Uh…now that you mention it, yes…”

“See, sentimental attachments can be so dangerous in crime fighting, so they will pay up!” Lady Seda looked at May and Charika. “Ladies, please kidnap Marcus now.”
A merciless neck chop struck Marcus below his left ear. Marcus groaned loudly as pain twisted through his body, leaving him dazed, his eyes comically glassy.

The second chop landed on the right side. Lights went out and Marcus folded limply to the ground. May and Charika smiled.

“I think you two enjoyed that!”

A look that closely resembled remorse came over the female thugs.

“We have a question?” said May, almost timidly.

“Go ahead.”

“When you’re done with this one, can we keep him? You know…to play with?”

Lady Seda considered the request. “I’ll have to see. Marcus already has one owner and Tiger Girl does not like sharing. But don’t despair, let’s see how things work out. You never know, do you, ladies?”

Holiday Knockouts Part 1

Having spent the afternoon fabricating interest in Power Princess' gift selections, Max used the filmiest excuse to escape. He was looking for sports jackets. Power Princess, in her civilian identity of Janie Ellison, had dragged her boyfriend to the mall to complete Christmas shopping, totally oblivious to his pronounced indifference.
Three other Justice Force members had hauled their significant others to the same shopping center. Max hoped that if he wandered around enough, he'd run into Astounding Man, Night Shadow or Marcus Portman and they could go get a beer.
"Excuse me, sir?" a sweet female voice addressed Max. Max turned to see a stunningly beautiful Asian girl directly in front of him. A delicate smile illuminated her pretty face and made her compact, but very generous figure even more attractive.
"Yes?" Max answered, smiling wolfishly.
"Do these shorts show off too much of my thighs?"
The girl quickly spun around and bent over, displaying the cheeks of an ass that was barely concealed by pink shorts that had "KNOCKOUT" written on the seat.
"No! No!...God, they're fine!" Max stammered.
The mental image of those shorts fallen at the girl's ankles as she smiled invitingly at Max was the last coherent thought he had before hearing a distinct "THUMPH!" A dull ache swam through his skull. Max was unconscious within seconds, but he remained standing, swaying passively, his half open eyes glassy.
"You got him good, Lady Gwen!" the Asian girl stated. "He's out on his feet!"
 Dressed in a harlequin body suit, Lady Gwen emerged from the large coat rack, pleased to have knocked out her former lover.
Twirling the leather black jack that she had just applied to the back of Max's head, Lady Gwen walked slowly around the incapacitated male, assessing her handiwork.
"Yep, very sweet!" she exclaimed and pressed a kiss to his cheeks.
"You know him?" the Asian girl asked.
"Yes, Chakira, Max and I do have a history." Lady Gwen used her index finger to tilt Max's chin to a level position. "At one time, I couldn't get enough of his cock!"
Lady Gwen and Max had been lovers while in the employ of The Sisterhood of Evil, the now defunct female crime organization. Then Max fell for Power Princess and Agent Miki of Justice Force, the two women he had been assigned to kidnap.Although, Max had helped destroy the Sisterhood and Gwen later found true love with a guy named Ethan, she was still nostalgic for his love making.
"I still love you Max," Lady Gwen said, pulling her fist back as far as her arm would go. "But you need to come with us!"
The right hook finished Max off and he fell heavily into Chakira's arms. The bad girls carried Max into the coat rack and lowered him carefully through an open trap door.  When their arms could reach no further, they let go. Max dropped a few feet, landing in a laundry cart stuffed with clothing. Another Asian girl, Chakira's partner, threw more cloths on top of him and rolled him away.

No one recognized Martin Walder as he moped around sportswear and he was glad of it. Known to the general public as the crime fighter Astounding Man, he was Atomic Girl's latest boyfriend. Like Max, Martin found Christmas shopping tedious and had ditched Atomic Girl in housewares. She had spent the last hour ominously asking Martin if he liked the furniture, kitchen appliances and baby clothes she looked at. As he contemplated how best to evade Atomic Girl's marriage scheme while at the same time keeping her in his bed, Astounding Man was distracted by women's cheers and laughter from the other side of the department.
Martin found a mass of female shoppers crowded around a boxing ring, that had been set up in the display area.
Martin froze in his tracks when he saw the busty female boxer striding around the ring, gloved fists raised in triumph as a limp male challenger was carried out.
"Who has the manhood to fight me, Carlita the Destroyer of Men!? Come on, we're demonstrating today how a woman can defeat any challenger through boxing! Who has the balls!"
Carlita's tight black tank top displayed her breasts and well developed biceps. Her long, powerful shapely legs gave Carlita's movements the grace of a stalking panther. Carlita was exactly Martin's type.
When he accepted the challenge and climbed through the ropes, Martin was sure he would knock this loudmouthed female out cold.Tail twitchers with big tits were useless when it came to fighting, he reminded himself as two Asian girls in pink shorts tied up his boxing gloves.
At the bell, Martin came straight out, but Carlita hung back a few moments, looking her challenger over.
"You got something for me, hammer dick!" she asked when she faced Martin.
 "Yeah, I'll save it for when you regain consciousness!"
"I'm really looking forward to that...Astounding Man!"
"What?"
The "WHAP!" of the glove striking Martin's face echoed around the display area, followed by an outburst of laughter from the spectators. Martin fleetingly struggled to understand what had just happened to him, but his thoughts drained into darkness. His limp body struck the canvas.
Carlita's fists again reached for the ceiling, celebrating her victory. "You see, ladies, there is no man too big that he can't be knocked out!"
The holiday shoppers cheered their heroine loudly as another male answered the call for another opponent. No one noticed the two girls in shorts loading Martin on a gurney and rolling him out to the loading bay. They quickly loaded him into a waiting ambulance. The doors slammed shut and the vehicle, lights flashing, sped off. 

Cat Girl Graduates

"What are your plans for her now?"
Newly minted Justice Force agent Cat Girl had just been KOed by Gentleman Johnny in the boxing ring of the Justice Force Headquarters Gymnasium.
"Walk her to the infirmary when she comes around," Johnny told Power Princess, Justice Force Commander. He undid his boxing gloves as they both surveyed the unconscious girl laying in a pile at their feet. Seeing the expression on Johnny's face as he looked at Cat Girl, her legs wide open in a "V" Power Princess recalled that Johnny was only a reformed bad guy. Along with joining in many of Justice Force's crime fighting crusades, Johnny had seduced a number of super heroines, including herself. Now it looked like he wanted to add Cat Girl to his list.
Power Princes knelt next to slumbering newbie and was forced to admire her nerve, along with Cat Girl's extremely fit body. Cat Girl had very recently graduated from Justice Force Academy, first in the class, which added to her already large reservoir of arrogance. Treating all classmates with haughty contempt didn't make her any friends and the habit of calling older, male crime fighters "gray hairs" or "golden dicks" had landed her in a match with Gentleman Johnny.
Johnny had worked Cat Girl over thoroughly until round four when it was obvious she was completely wasted. Johnny pressed her into one of the turnbuckles.
"Wait...wait!..." said the groggy Cat Girl. Through the popping stars and spinning wheels of color, she could see the older man was ready to slug her. Cat Girl struggled to raise her gloves to her face.
"Johnny...are you...gonna...knock me...out?"
"Out cold."
Despite physical and mental exhaustion, cold electricity moved through the beaten fighter and she began waving her fists as if to chase Johnny away.
"Plea...zzz...don't..knock...me...out..."
Cat Girl was frightened and aroused.
"Sorry Cat Girl, you need to learn a lesson in humility and respect. Time to go unconscious!"
BAM!!
the right hooked into Cat Girl's jaw perfectly. A feeling of  deep relief struck Cat Girl as blackness consumed her.

Cat Girl began to sigh as her head of straight, silky black hair rocked on her shoulders. Power Princess, looking down with a mixture of disappointment and affection, was the first thing Cat Girl saw through the slits of her opening eyes.
Even half awake, Cat Girl was taken with the Justice Force leader. A statuesque, powerfully built blond, Power Princes was a natural leader that all the cadets were drawn to and Cat Girl felt the attraction again. She imagined Power Princess taking her in her long muscular arms and holding Cat Girl to those full breasts. That would feel so good, Cat Girl mused.
"Agent Cat Girl, you need to be on you feet!" snapped Power Princess, ending the younger girl's daydream. Painfully, Cat Girl reached for the ropes to haul herself upwards.
"Johnny," said Power Princess. "I'm going to escort Cat Girl to the infirmary, where she'll likely be spending the night."
"I understand," Gentleman Johnny answered, adding "I can wait till tomorrow night." to himself.
"You can wait till tomorrow night."
"Yes, ma'am," he said and left the gym

"Cat Girl, have you learned from this experience with Johnny?"
Cat Girl, still groggy, focused. "Yeah...he thinks with his dick."
"Very true!" Power Princess conceded, reaching to pick up one of the boxing gloves Gentleman Johnny left behind. "What else?"
"Nothing."
"No, try again. Johnny is older, bigger and faster than you in the ring, so I hope you've learned the folly of fighting a male opponent like him without having more experience...just because you like sex with older men."
The last phrase fired a nerve in Cat Girl, who swung wildly at Power Princess, who stepped out  range. As if they were dance partners, Power Princess followed Cat Girl's lead and slugged her flush on the jaw.
reality stopped suddenly for Cat Girl, standing stiffly, staring into space, but seeing nothing. As she she dropped to the canvas, Power Princess caught her.
"Come on, stay with me!" Power Princess propped Cat Girl back on her feet and slapped her face a few times, clearing the younger woman's head.
"Being impulsive is no good in crime fighting," said the Justice Force commander. "If I were a bad guy like Lady Gwen, I'd of escaped you."
Cat Girl was shaking her skull and looking warily at Power Princess. "You...bitch..."
"Yep!"
Power Princess transferred the boxing glove to her other hand and pasted the other side of Cat Girl's face. The newbie agent went down hard on her ass, semi conscious and groaning. Power Princess waited a few seconds and then stood Cat Girl up.
"Now, an intelligent girl would have taken her lumps from Gentleman Johnny and changed her attitude. But you're not being very intelligent, are you?"
Cat Girl nodded at Power Princess and flinched when she saw the boxing glove hurtling her way.
SMACK!! was all Cat Girl heard before going out cold.
When her eyes fluttered open a few minutes later, Cat Girl was seated in her corner, stripped of her boxing gear. The dazed girl looked passively at the clothes laying on the canvas and then at the only thing she was still wearing: her pink undies and black boxing gloves.
Power Princess hauled Cat Girl upright a third and final time, having decided the disciplinary action was almost finished. Cat Girl put all the strength she could muster into keeping her eyes open wide enough to see Power Princess slip on both boxing gloves. Cat Girl was enthralled, watching Power Princess step back to size up the distance between them. She knew what was about to happen.
A harsh, left-right combination snapped Cat Girl's head side to side. Mouth fallen open, Cat Girl felt her eye lids droop shut. Hours seemed to go by for the pummeled young crime fighter, waiting for Power Princess to finish her off.
Cat Girl was too numb to feel the final blow. Blackness dropped on her and Cat Girl drifted downward like an autumn leaf onto Power Princess' shoulder.
"Johnny can have you tomorrow night, sweet heart," Power Princess told the unconscious girl. "You're getting your graduation present tonight."

The Lucky One - The Conclusion

Evan preferred Asian women, so he gravitated instinctively to May, ignoring stories about her and Desiree. Experience had demonstrated just how flexible women actually were and he continued to pursue May until she surrendered.
As he undressed the cheerfully drunk May, Evan listened to the disjointed history of the relationship with Desiree, muttering "Yeah? Oh yeah?" as he moved along. When May stood completely naked, she let out an expectant laugh and they kissed. Evan gently shoved her onto the bed and their lips met again.
"Evan...are...you going......!"

For two months, the triangle held. Evan was getting laid by the woman who fulfilled his fetish, while May was on her way to becoming Baby Jill's second mom.
May shifted her post-coital chatter with Evan from what an excellent fuck Desiree was to how Desiree's daughter was doing in preschool. Evan had the distinct feeling he was cheating with another woman's wife.
One afternoon, Evan got a call from Peter, asking him if he wanted to have a beer at The Clam Sandwich, a bar near the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"We both have women younger than ourselves," Peter said as they drank their Guinness. "We're lucky because we have fine women in our lives. But the problem with young girls is that they need guidance, a lot of it." 
Evan agreed by smiling.
"May needs direction, Evan, and I think you're the man to provide it."
Before Evan could protest, Peter continued. "Don't get me wrong. I like May and I appreciate having her around. I need to concentrate on the two health centers I manage plus a list personal training clients that is expanding. But I'm a married man, Desiree and Jill are everything to me."
"Never doubted it." replied Evan.
"May needs to channel her affection, learn to balance her feelings so they all don't bleed in one direction."
"They should also be directed to a second party?" asked Evan. Peter smiled, seeing that he was understood.
"Exactly."

The challenge from Evan surprised and perplexed May, but she wasn't scared to fight her lover, despite his advantage in height and arm length. The pair had been fucking so intensely for so long that even the idea of Evan hurting her seemed improbable. May accepted, convinced the match would be a kinky stimulant for their already vivid sex life.

Evan went easy for most of the bout at the Amazonia; half-seriously, half-flirtingly tagging May with punches that were delivered like foreplay. Pulling her into repeated clinches, Evan told May how strong she looked in her boxing outfit, how much she meant to him and what he was going to do to her when they got back to his place, all the while pounding her midsection.
When May reached her very familiar peak of arousal, Evan knocked her out cold.
May felt herself fly off her feet, the ring rushing by and then vanish into darkness.
The Asian girl landed a few feet from the spot where Evan had slugged her. Laying on her back, May's body shivered from an orgasm as Emma the Ref began the ten count.
Dreams of Evan, Desiree and Miley Cyrus flickered and merged erotically in May's brain.
When Emma shouted "Out!" over the sleeping girl, Desiree and Peter scrambled over to the unconscious May. As she helped lift and carry her lover to the corner, Desiree recognized the moisture that drenched the front of May's trunks.

May stayed away from both Desiree and Evan once she recovered, but it was futile. She was still in love with Desiree and the family that had sprang from their being together. Whenever she reran the last moments of the match, Evan's glove about to collide with her face, May felt a new intensity for him, that almost equaled how she loved Desiree.
Before they were reunited, May considered a three way, but decided against it. Balance was needed and May was going to find it.   

The Lucky One Part One

May was a small, pleasingly skinny girl of twenty-one, with a delicate, round face. She joined the Amazonia Boxing Club from Blake Mitchell University, where she was on the Womens Boxing Team., twice the national champions. May's pretty face was the home of sharp, brown eyes, inherited from her Vietnamese mother, and long black hair, the legacy of her Chinese father. These features distracted her opponents, male and female, from her strength and speed in the ring. May was nicknamed "The Lucky One," because such a small girl had the skill and power to land knockout punches that came out of nowhere.
Starting in college, May fell in love with guys and girls, always getting excited and giddy about the object of her affection. These affairs never lasted very long; May was focused on her grades and boxing.
After graduation, she found a job at a graphic design firm and fell in love with Desiree, one of the first girls she fought at the Amazonia.
They were similar in size and build, but Desiree was four years older and happily married to Peter, with whom she had a three year old daughter named Jill. Desiree had challenged May to a match, Desiree's usual procedure for acquiring a new female lover. When Desiree stuck to girls in her own weight class, she usually won by a knockout and then seduced the loser after the fight. So it was a surprise to everyone in Desiree's corner when May's left hook put Desiree to sleep late in round four.
May, as always, was thrilled by victory and turned on seeing her rag doll-limp challenger carried from the ring to the recovery room. The giddy feeling hit her strongly, but May held off on pursuing Desiree. The time wasn't perfect.

A week passed before May spoke to Desiree. Looking in her potential lover's eyes, May could see lust and anger coiled together, waiting for release.
"I want to fight you again!" May said.
"So you can knock me out again?" Desiree was sullen, but there was interest in her voice.
"Exactly. You were so cute and sexy on your back, out fucking cold!"
The girls melted into each others arms and kissed for a long minute. May pressed her mouth to Desiree's right ear.
"I'm going to knock you out so completely, you'll beg to be my bitch when you wake up!" whispered May, violently pushing Desiree from her. The older girl stumbled over her own feet and landed, ass first, on the gym mats. Instantly, Desiree sprang up and bolted away.

The rematch was shorter than the first bout by two rounds. Anger was clear in Desiree's face and she fought like an angry woman, precisely what May wanted. In the second, she started backing away  from Desiree, who turned aggressive. Soon, May was pressed onto the ropes, taking a continual stream of body and head shots. May let her right arm drift away from her head. Desiree fired a right upper cut to May's chin.
The young Asian girl was stretched out on her feet and the ropes strained to hold her as May tilted out of the ring. For a few seconds she thought how sexy Desiree looked with her hair pulled back in a tight pony tail and she relaxed into blackness.
Through the ten count by Emma the Ref, May slumbered face down. Desiree trotted  a full circle around the unconscious girl and then embraced Peter when Emma proclaimed her victory.

May and Desiree were lovers a few days later. While she had a place of her own, May spent a lot of time at Desiree and Peter's house, helping with domestic chores and baby Jill.
The vague, but recurring fear that Peter would, one day, not only have to share Desiree with another woman, but lose his wife to one, surfaced briefly for him. But after six months, the mental demon vanished. Without abandoning Desiree, May took up with Evan.

Back Yard Boxing - The Finish

Everyone we knew, including their friends, showed up for the match a week later. Mel rented a boxing ring that he set up in their back yard. I was in Anna's corner. In the days running up to the bout, I begged Anna not to go through with the fight, but the more I reasoned the more she became set on fighting.
"but I think it's sweet that you care," she chirped before the first round . I seriously doubted there would be a second.
Anna held her own for longer than I expected. Mel was the ref and he was fair, I have to admit, calling off Maria, his wife, when she was really punishing Anna. I was getting concerned, by round five.
"Anna, you've proved you can do this," I said as I sponged my friend's face. I found Anna fighting in her green one piece bathing suit very attractive, the suit hugging her ample chest and ass. Anna for the first time I saw Anna had great legs.
"I have this!" Anna insisted, slamming her gloves together. "I'm knocking that bitch out!"
DONG! the bell echoed through the back yard, followed by a surge of drunken screams from the crowd.
Maria danced around the determined Anna. Dipping to the left suddenly, Maria let Anna follow her lead. creating a small space for a right cross.
BAM!!!
The whole yard was silent.
Anna was still and her arms dropped at her sides. Mouth fallen open, Anna seemed to stare into the clear blue sky at something beautiful. As her pupils vanished into their sockets, Anna's legs buckled one after the other and she landed flat on her back, limbs positioned like a Maltese cross.
Anna was out cold.
Mel could see the fight was over, so he counted Anna out quickly so she could be carried from the canvas. Leaned over the turnbuckle, I stared at Anna, who was prone and blissfully asleep...and beautiful. Her nipples were fully erect on her big tits. Was she dreaming of another victory in the ring or in the bedroom? I didn't want Anna moved from that spot, she was so vulnerable and inert.
"Winner by a total knockout in the fifth round, Maria!" Mel declared, raising his wife's fist in the air. Through a pelting deluge of plastic cups and paper cups, I ran to Anna and sat her up.
she made no response to the gentle slaps I gave or my voice calling her name. Even as Mel and I transported her inside, I was massively aroused.
Maria showed up with her digital camera pointed at her victim on the couch. "I told you I knock that bitch into dreamland!" she informed Mel and I. As I was about to wave smelling salts under Anna's nose, Maria pushed my hand away.
"Not yet!" Maria was very excited. "I don't have enough shots!!"
"Maria, she's out cold!" I protested.
"I know." was Maria's casual response."I'll make copies for you, don't worry."

Anna was conscious five minutes later and I drove her home after an hour's rest. I helped her into her apartment, she was still a little wobbly from the knockout.
"I had another dream when I was knocked out," she told me. "Could you sit with me?"
"Sure," I answered and sat next to her in the couch, as close as I could reasonably get. "What happened in the dream?"
Anna smiled and kissed me. For a breathless moment we looked at each other, savoring the taste of each others lips. "I'll show you." Anna whispered..

Back Yard Boxing Part 1

I'd known Anna for a few years before we reached the "relationship" level. It took  an outside influence to make that happen; in my case, a back yard boxing match.
Anna was then, as she is now, the steadiest female presence in my life. We'd go to cookouts and poker games at my friend Mel's house. Anna's flirty nature and skill with cards made her appealing to everyone, except Mel's wife, Maria. Maria was not amused by Anna's friendliness with her husband, that was just harmless flirting which included a noticeable physicality. Maybe Anna was trying to get somewhere with Mel, I know she loved the male attention her behavior elicited.
You could say that Anna, with her jet black hair and great tits, was a little broad in the beam, but I always liked full figure girls. Maria was pretty in a tough sort of way and was  a complete control freak. The bad blood between the two women increased to such that I would not take Anna to Mel's place again.
But on the afternoon of what should have been her last visit, a cat fight erupted when Anna got too touchy with Mel  for Maria's liking. The cat fight lasted about a minute, but before we could stop them, Maria plowed a right to Anna's jaw spinning her into a staggering KO daze.
"Lights out, cunt!"
To emphasize her statement, Maria smashed a half empty beer bottle on the back of Anna's head.
Anna went bolt straight, her lovely brown eyes wide from the shock. Those eyes shut and Anna cracked a dreamy smile. Heaving a sigh, Anna passed out, legs folding as she fell. I caught her before she could strike the tiled patio floor.
Mel and I carried the limp girl inside the house, settling her on the living room couch.
Anna was out cold for ten minutes. From the smile on her red lips and her erect nipples, we could plainly see she was dreaming. When Mel placed a cold compress on Anna's forehead, she sighed a few times and emerged from unconsciousness.
"Did I win?" she asked me, sounding unsure if she had reconnected to reality.
"No, you lost by a knockout," I answered.
Anna swallowed the aspirin Mel gave her and then rested for ten minutes, telling me about the dream she had while out for the count. In her dream, Anna brawled with maria in a boxing match, eventually knocking Maria out.
"You were there," she added. "When I was declared the winner, you lifted me off the ground in your arms. I felt so strong and powerful when you held me!"
On the way to walking Anna to my car, we were confronted by Maria.
"This is not over, bitch!" Maria spat. "I want a real fight!"
Anna looked angrily at Maria and took an unsteady step toward her. "Fine! We'll box to a knockout!"

Andrea

Sam loved female fighters. Many of the women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, especially the ones in their 20s, recognized Sam's love as more than affection and gratification. They discovered quickly he not only enjoyed sex with female boxers, but that he was in love with their bodies - the way they moved around the ring during a bout, how the women looked in their trunks and boxing gloves. The women boxers were the embodiment of female power.
Male female relations at the Amazonia fit two categories: either brief, intense flings usually consummated after a mixed match or the union of soul mates like Desiree and Sam's friend, Peter. Events worked out differently for Sam. Starting as a training or sparring partner, Sam slept with a number of female boxers and three of them, Kaylee, Jo and Sonia, became permanent sex partners.
On instinct, Sam understood how these women concentrated on mental and physical perfection, on being impregnable. A show of too much emotional weakness could be disastrous to a fighter. But with Sam, they were secure, though they could never explain why. "When we fuck, I feel like nothing could be wrong!" Jo told a friend. The women's locker room of the Amazonia buzzed with his praise.

Andrea heard all the talk and hated Sam. She thought all the happiness and satisfaction Sam imparted to his lovers was in the stupid girls' minds. He was just an exploiter who found access to any woman's weak point, Andrea told her fellow fighters. Their pussies.
Sam was just as attracted to Andrea as to the other women, maybe more. She was tall, round chested, with black hair and complexion that fascinated men and women. Sam didn't count on being with Andrea any time soon, as much as he wanted that to happen. And he didn't believe that was so only because he thought she was a lesbian.
It felt certain to Sam that he and Andrea would end up in a match, a bout where she challenged him.In round three, Andrea took control of the fight and, in front of half the women in the club, beat Sam up. He was pinned on the ropes in the fifth. A rapid series of left-right combinations to Sam's head and body exhausted him and then put him out on his feet.
Going for the kill, Andrea ignored the cries and boos directed at her from the spectators and positioned Sam for the finisher.
"Satisfy this, lover boy!!" Andrea scoffed.
The right sailed in a wide arc at Sam's skull. He was dopily looking at Andrea's pouty red lips and strong shoulders when all the lights went out.
Sam was prone through Emma the Ref's ten count and when he was carried from the ring by Jo and Kaylee.

This was not the first defeat Sam had taken from a woman, but Andrea in the ring addled him.The night after the fight, Sam had Kaylee, Jo and Sonia to his house for dinner. The women slept through most of the morning, curled up against each other like tired kittens. Sam, whistling happily, cooked late breakfast.

Andrea was now comfortably on Sam's mind. The total trouncing she administered, convinced Sam of Andrea's invincebility. No matter how often he climbed in the ring with Andrea, Sam was always going to get knocked out, which would make Andrea endlessly more desirable. He hoped to see her at the Amazonia, where, after winning their bout, he hoped Andrea would be more amenable to sleeping with him.
But Andrea avoided Sam. When she thought about beating Sam unconscious, Andrea became giddy and lightheaded. Hating Sam was impossible. 

Weeks later the couple encountered each other at a party and for a moment they were silent. Sam surveyed the parts of Andrea's body he could not pay attention to when they fought. Andrea head began to swim
and clasped the wall keep standing.
"I want a rematch." Sam proposed.
Andrea accepted, leaning toward his right ear, the dizziness suddenly vanished. "Baby, I'm going to knock you the fuck out!"

Kaylee rubbed down her man's back and shoulders, while Jo and Sonia provided a stream of advice on how to do the most damage to Andrea in the shortest amount of time. As stimulating as it was to hear Sonia describe how to beat up another woman, Sam's focus was across the ring.
Andrea stared back, concentrating on her desire to beat Sam unconscious with her fists. The intent was clear on her face, lending Andrea a harsh beauty that caused Sam to wonder when he could strike her weak spot. If she saw his attack coming, he would lose the fight and they would never fuck and the thought of sex with this powerful woman influenced Sam's planning.

Sam made his move in the third round. Andrea hunted him earlier, but Sam kept mobile, hit and then quickly retreated, which irritated the female fighter. Without warning, Sam reversed his tactics and engaged Andrea, making his punches solid and careful. Being a stronger fighter, Andrea hit backer harder and more accurately.
In the fourth round, Sam seemed to falter and Andrea pressed him closely, often maneuvering him into corners or onto the ropes, pounding combinations to Sam's head and torso. Sam began to leave his head open, his gloves positioned lazily by his forehead. Andrea opened up on his skull and in a few seconds, Sam was on the canvas in a daze. Andrea repeated her attack each time Sam beat the count, more aggressive each time.
She didn't hear the female voices cheering for Sam and booing her. Andrea was too absorbed in punching Sam to know the audience had turned on her. Then the shouting crashed on her when Sam went down for the fourth time, feeling around the canvas with his gloves for something to steady himself. Taking in the angry spectators all at once, she looked at them in confusion and then shouted at Sam: "I see what you're doing! Get up and fight!"
Sam clasped the ropes and climbed up.He swayed unsteadily, focused and held up his fists
Andrea pounced immediately. "They love you and your big prick so much!" whispered Andrea. She was nearly face to face with Sam, throwing punches all over him. He kept standing, although everyone saw he was faltering. "Make me the bad girl who beats up their Romeo!"
A painful smile spread across Sam's face. Andrea returned the grin and tagged his chin with all her strength.
Sam was flat on the canvas, unmoving like a soldier shot by a merciless enemy. Emma the Ref pushed Andrea to a neutral corner  and began the count. As she got closer to "ten," the screams of derision increasingly filled the gym, until, when Emma shouted "You are out!" Jo sprinted across the ring, spun Andrea by her shoulder and delivered a straight right to her jaw.
The "bully" landed a few feet from her "victim," joining him in dreamland.

Sam was hospitalized for three days. Jo, Kaylee, and Sonia worked in shifts, visiting, bringing lunches and dinners they worked on together. During visiting hours, Sam and the women discussed Sam's suggestion that they all move into one large house.
Andrea appeared when Sam expected, late in the evening of his last day in the hospital, after Kaylee, Sonia and especially Jo had gone home.
"How you feeling, Sam?"
"Better." Sam answered, watching the girl as she closed the door and walked slowly to his bedside.He laughed silently at the red bruise left behind by Jo's attack.
"Did you plan for me to put you in this condition?" she asked.
"No, not this bad. But you did okay."
Andrea hesitated for a moment, but couldn't stop herself. She kissed Sam and they embraced. Slipping under the covers, she let him undo her jeans.     

Four Down and Out

There was a satisfaction for Greg seeing Kaylee inert on the mattress. The slumbering blond, in her shorts and tank top, was very attractive, even though brunettes were his first choice – like Paula and Cathy who were Kaylee’s seconds for the private boxing match.
His next challenger, Desiree, stood in her corner, where Paula and Cathy rubbed her shoulders and encouraged their fighter.
Desiree was furious.
The expression she showed Greg did nothing to hide her anger. She and Desiree had become close friends since Kaylee’s marriage broke up. Rumors around the Amazonia Boxing Club stated the women had also been lovers at one point. And Greg did an extensive job of getting Kaylee ready to be unconscious; forcing the girl onto the ropes and beating her till she was exhausted. Greg admitted to himself that Kaylee had more stamina than expected, but she was out cold before the fourth round.
As the fighters opened up on each other at the bell, Greg admired Desiree’s physicality. Lean and shorter than either himself or defeated partner, with well developed biceps, Desiree’s fighting skills were formidable. The punches stung Greg, who had to blink and shake his head to clear away the stabbing pain. Counter punching should have slowed the diminutive brawler, but getting smacked simply increased Desiree’s feeling of being challenged.
Very quickly, Greg tired of being needled. He began watching the way Desiree threw punches and moved around the ring. She’s fighting through being tired, Greg discovered. And she’s not watching me. Greg swung high with his right to Desiree’s head. When she shifted to block the punch, Greg threw a left directly to her upper abdomen, hammering the solar plexus. Desiree gasped as her entire face jammed onto her nose. Greg’s right launched again, connecting with Desiree’s jaw, tossing her sideways. Hands extended outward, Desiree tried to stop her descent, but her ankles folded and she crashed on the canvas.
Tumbling onto her back, Desiree glanced around the ring in total confusion, until Cathy appeared above her, calling out numbers, slowly and loudly. Twice Desiree tried to sit up. On the third, Desiree succeed and moved with deliberation to her feet, ignoring Cathy’s voice telling her to “go slow!”
Greg moved back, allowing Desiree to focus and raise her fists. He crowded Desiree immediately after Cathy yelled “Fight!”
Skillfully, he pressed Desiree into the ropes, surgically pounding her torso, aiming to wear her out completely. Desiree huddled into a crouch, but Greg’s insistent clouting cleared her arms with ease. Thirty seconds of punishment elapsed and then Greg stopped to survey his work.
Desiree, still weakly guarding her midsection and head, sank on the top rope. Her arms were now too heavy to keep raised and, when they fell away, Greg slugged Desiree on the jaw.
A long moan came from the girl. She suddenly went numb and groggy at once. Reality began running down for Desiree.
Greg placed his left glove under Desiree’s dimpled chin. His right curved down below his waist and then flew up, slamming Desiree’s skull a second time.
Desiree’s eyes were just slits.
“OOOOOFFFF!!” Desire blurted as the third impact. Her limbs seemed to liquefy as Desiree took a few, dancing steps toward Greg. The last punch ejected consciousness from her being and spun her into perfect blackness. Desiree landed on her back, motionless.
“I’m not bothering with a count,” said Cathy, clearly disgusted with Greg’s brutality, as she climbed into the ring. “Help me here, Paula.”
Paula stood wide-eyed at Greg.
“Paula, help me with Diz,” Cathy repeated.
Both girl carried the knocked out Desiree to the mattress next to Kaylee’s and removed Desiree’s boxing gloves.
“Know what you are, Greg?!” Cathy demanded, thumbing open Desiree’s eyelids.
Greg knew exactly what he was: a bully. In the last ten minutes, he bulldozed his way through two mixed boxing matches, leaving a pair of women flattened and out like a light in his wake. Watching Cathy slip a pillow under Desiree’s head, Greg decided to make it a trio.
“Yeah, I’m a bully.”
He moved at Cathy, who stood instantly to confront him. Paula felt her heart beat faster, entranced by the confrontation.
“I’m not afraid of you, Greg!” declared Cathy.
“Good.”
WHAP!
The left hook turned Cathy in a circle and then dropped her on the mattress beside Desiree.
“Did you like that, Paula?” asked Greg, his voice and movements becoming gently seductive.
Paula tried speaking, but could only nod. She made a hesitant retreat while Greg surged in her direction.
“That’s why you came tonight, they didn’t need you as a second,” Greg suggested. “You knew full well I’d knock Kaylee and Desiree out cold and Cathy was desert.
Paula barely whispered “Yeah…” when she bumped against the side of the ring.
“You wanted to see a man like me beat them up?”
Greg wrapped Paula in a long embrace and kiss that she never resisted. “You’re really happy seeing Cathy out cold?”
Paula was nearly out of breath. Greg started to pull his arm back, but Paula grabbed his fist and brought it up to her face. Smiling at the boxing glove as if worshiping an idol, Paula kissed it, feeling the fist beneath the padding.
Greg wished his captive “Pleasant dreams!”
Paula’s eyes closed at the wallop and she melted into Greg’s arms, her head resting on his right shoulder.

Joy at the Beach

When he spotted Joy laying on her beach blanket by the big dunes, Joe decided: "What the hell!"
Walking right up to the brunette he'd seen a few times working out at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Joe asked, "Hey, want to fight?"
removing her sunglasses, Joy put aside the novel she was reading, "The Last of the Amazons," and surveyed Joe. Long seconds passed when Joe wasn't sure if Joy was going to scream for the beach patrol officer. Then she smiled and was on her feet, adjusting her pink and yellow bikini. "Right here?" she asked.
"No," Joe answered. "Behind the dunes."
"Cool!" Joy agreed, happily and started down the short path that curved behind the seven foot high dunes that separated the beach from the summer homes. Joe followed a few steps behind, watching her ass and hips with each stride. Joe thought they were pleasing wide and balanced off nicely by Joy's thin waist and big tits. He speculated on the chances of getting laid before this bout was all over,
"You ready?!"
Joy had already turned to face her challenger, fists clinched at face level so all Joe could see was her brown eyes fixed on him.
"Fuck yeah!" he replied, taking his customary boxing stance. "I have to warn you, I've knocked out a few girls tougher than ..."
WHACK!
Joe felt himself fall and reality blinked out. He heard Joy tell him: "In your dreams!" and went to sleep.
Joe dreamed he was flat out on the canvas of a boxing ring. He had been knocked out by Joy, who loomed over him, having completed the ten count.
"Come on boy! You know what you do now!" ordered Joy, her gloved hands pointing to the triangle formed by her thighs and pussy.
Leaping to his feet, Joe pulled down the bikini and began eating her out. Joe loved the feel of female flesh and pubic hair on his face.
Joy quickly began moaning loudly. She pressed the back of Joe's head into her crotch as the orgasm mounted inside her. She called him "Lover!" until she came explosively in Joe's face. He suddenly jumped up awake.
Joy was standing by his shoulders, laughing out loud. Dangling from her right hand was a child's sand bucket, dripping the remains of the sea water she had dumped on his face.
"I have to return this," Joy told him, between snorts of mirth. "I'll be right back!"
Joe spat out the salt water and sand that had gotten in his mouth and resolutely got to his feet.
"Wanna try again, hammer dick?" Joy said when she returned. Joe examined himself and saw he had a massive erection.
"Yes..right now!"
Neither fighter held back for the second round. Hard punches landed on each others heads and bodies. Both Joe and Joy got a sexual charge from each blow that connected.
When Joy ducked a roundhouse, she saw the opening she wanted and launched a right over Joe's shoulder. It landed perfectly on his jaw, spinning him directly into her left upper cut.
Joe went out on his feet. Joy caught him over her shoulder, shifting the out cold male, his legs and arms swaying comically, into a comfortable position.
The house she and her sister had rented was only a few yards away and Joy's bedroom was on the first floor. Getting Joe there wouldn't take long at all.

Ele

I was still friends with Ele after our romance ended, so she asked me to referee her apartment boxing match with Jena. I accepted. At least Ele was still thinking of me and, who knows, helping her might be beneficial down the road.
Leaning next to the closed door of her bedroom, I asked Ele if she was ready. Her opponent, Jena, had just stepped out of the bathroom where she dressed for combat.
"In a second, Bill," the voice called out to me.
Jean, a lean brunette with lively brown eyes and enticing smile, waited in the living room that had been cleared of furniture and covered with blue gym mats and pillows. Occasionally, Jena idly threw punches with her light-blue boxing gloves, glancing my direction. She was actually waiting for Ele to appear. Both women were very mad at each other.
The bedroom door swung open and Ele walked out, wearing only a black lace bra and dark blue shorts and boxing gloves, of course. She was slimmer than her adversary, lanky really. I felt that old spark inside when I saw her. She was in great shape and her smile was still enchanting.
"You ready, Jena?" I asked when all three of us stood together.
"Yeah!" Jena was determined. "I hope you're ready to go to the hospital, Ele?"
Ele fastened her eyes on Jena like she was about to knife the brunette. "Don't strain your little brain worrying about it. Bill knows First Aid, which is good news for you!"
I decided to try once and give up. The fight was going to end with one of these women out for the count and I worried it would be Ele.
"Before you two get underway, I want to say there is no point to beating each other black and blue over a guy."
Ele and Jena looked at me perplexed.
"Tony was my man!" Ele said to me like I was a slow child.
"Now he is mine!" taunted Jena.
"Bitch!" Ele spat.
"Okay..fine..." I stepped away from the fighters. "Ready? Box!"
Jena barely touched Ele's gloves before throwing the opening punch, tagging Ele flush on her cheek. My ex-girlfriend staggered a few paces and then righted herself. Jena was stifling laughter.
Ele came back swinging and Jena was waiting. A whirlwind of punches erupted between them. Jena worked Ele's midsection, while Ele did her best to bruise Jena's pretty face.
One of Ele's left hooks plowed into Jena's chin. The brunette was thrown off her feet and into the air, her arms and feet spread out wildly as she landed on the mats.
I began the count, praying the fight would be over quickly. Judging by the look in Jena's eyes as she rose to her feet as I called out "SIX," that wasn't going to happen.
Jena swayed briefly and waded back into the donnybrook. The two swung at each other with deliberation, inflicting maximum pain being their goal.
Jena's size advantage began to weaken Ele; punches alternating between punishing head and body shots. Sagging from the assault, Ele was fading. Jena slowed her blows, concentrating on surgical strikes on Ele's jaw, rocking the girl's head side to side.
"Jena, Christ Almighty, end it!" I shouted.
Halting suddenly, Jena looked at me. "Yeah? Okay!"
Before I could react, two rapid upper cuts, a left and then a right, smashed Ele's chin. Ele stood completely still, head back to the ceiling, eyelids open just a crack - she was out on her feet. Cackling mercilessly, Jena nudged Ele's shoulder, sending her to the mats, where Ele lay unmoving.
I got the ten count over as quickly as possible. "Help me get her in the bedroom?!" I told Jena.
"What? Let her lay there, the loser!"
"Grab her legs, Jena!"
We placed Ele on her bed. The unconscious girl let out a series of sigh and moans, signaling that she was, slowly, coming back to reality. Seeing her in sleeping on the bed reminded me of our time together.
"I'm out of here, you can help Sleeping Beauty when she wakes up," Jena sneered. "And tell her Tony is mine!"
I walked down to the parking garage with Jena.
"How did you feel seeing your ex get worked over, Bill?" Jena teased me as she opened the driver side door of her sedan.
"Makes me feel kind of like this..."
WHAP!
My left hook put Jean out instantly. I caught her as she sagged and placed her gently behind the wheel of her car. I fished the cell phone from her hand bag and texted a message to Tony as to where he could find his girl.
When I got back to Ele's apartment, she was awake and sitting on a chair in the kitchen. She looked miserable.
"How you feel, Ele?" I asked, filling a bag with ice.
"Like I'm swimming in an ocean of stars," she answered. "Where's the bitch?"
I handed Ele the ice bag, which she pressed to her face. "She's waiting for her ride."

Alice in Dreamland

  
Alice was slow about going to bed with guys she liked. This was not out of moral or religious considerations; they had little influence on a woman who had so many one night stands. The men she wanted long term had to wait because Alice first needed to box with them in her basement gym. Alice usually fought these men wearing nothing but her red boxing gloves.
The potential lovers had to be knocked unconscious for Alice to fully enjoy the sex that was bound to follow. So Alice had to know two things before she stepped into the ring with any man: 1.) did he behave like a gentleman  before their bout , and 2.) was he a better fighter than her. Alice wanted to be sure she was safe during the private match and she didn't want to be the one who got knocked out.
And the system worked. Alice deftly weeded the impatient from the patient and gave the relationship the physical nurturing it needed for a month and then got her intended in the ring.
The men were so astounded at seeing Alice naked when she removed her silk dressing gown, that the fight didn't last very long.  No later than round three Alice delivered just the right punch and

WHAM!!

her new boyfriend was on his back, where she liked them best, sleeping through the ten count. Most were equally surprised to wake up in Alice's bed.

While conducting try outs for a long term boyfriend, Alice met Chris. They were regulars at the Amazonia Boxing Club, so Alice wondered why they had not hooked up earlier.
Chris performed perfectly during the one month probation. He was a born gentleman and during the sparring matches with Alice, he could never seem to be put her completely in her place.Alice got horny very fast. She had Chris in her basement gym after their second sparring match.
Like the previous contenders, Chris stood amazed at the naked woman parading her body around the ring, throwing punches in the air before the fight started.
"Do you think I might do you some damage, Chris?"
When the automatic buzzer squawked, Alice charged Chris only to be halted a few feet in front of him by Chris's open glove clasping her throat.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Alice was barely able to choke out, her fists swinging rapidly at Chris but never connecting.
"Knocking you out!" Chris explained.
BAM!!
The upper cut launched Alice into the stratosphere. She felt herself rise up gently, head back, arms at her side. Alice saw bright stars twinkle blue and yellow and the dancing northern lights. Floating contentedly, her eyes closed and Alice went into dreamy sleep.
Alice had no sensation of slamming onto the canvas.

Alice dreamed she was a cave woman, with lovely blond locks, stand up tits and fine hips and buttocks. She was the most desirable female in the cave clan.
Wanting to settle down and start a family, Caveman Chris silently crept behind Alice as she was decorating the walls of her cave. He raised the wooden club to the right angle above Alice's head and brought it down forcefully.
BONG!!
Alice went stiff as she smiled. Her eyes fluttered a few time and then closed. Chris carried the limp cave woman over his shoulder to his own cave. It was the way Alice always wanted to be taken.

Like her previous male competitors, Alice woke in her bed. Her vision cleared and focused on Chris who was seated at her side. "What the hell happened?" she demanded in a low moan.
"I knocked you out, like I promised." Chris said, smiling.
Alice's face hurt, but the elation generated by her dream was still with her. "Why did you clobber me so fast?"
"Guys talk at the Amazonia, you know. And the word is: 'If you want to get laid by Alice, take your KO lumps. It's worth it.' But I figured instead of laying down to you, that you should lay down for me!"
Chris placed an ice pack on Alice's bruised jaw. Suddenly, she found it hard not to look at Chris.

Abuelo's Boxing Gloves

It was difficult, looking at Sonia, to accept her defeating so many men. One time she boxed two brothers on the same Friday night at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Sonia gave them the sweetest, sexiest smile as she watched both opponents carried from the ring.
Sonia wasn't cruel in her heart. The harder she hit an adversary, and she only fought males, the happier she felt until a joyous passion for the loser engulfed her during the ten count. After the bouts, generally a day or two, she would fuck the defeated, hoping to take the edge off the humiliation they felt at being publically clobbered by a slight girl.
A skinny, black Cuban of twenty-four, Sonia had alluringly small breasts and twiggy legs. She credited her multiple victories not to distracting horny challengers with her pretty face long enough to knock them out, but to the almost magic boxing gloves that once belonged to her maternal grandfather.
"My abuelo never lost a fight with these," she told her second, Desiree, after stepping over an unconscious male. "And I'm never going to lose wearing these!"
Seeing potential in his ten year old nieta when she bloodied up the faces of two boys foolish enough to tease her, Sonia's abuelo named her "Destructra" and taught her to fight. After graduating from college, Sonia moved to the city, get a job as a kindergarten teacher and joined the Amazonia. Until the day she encountered Jon Amur, the winning streak was unbroken.

Jon Amur strode into the ring and knocked Sonia out for longer than the ten count. The upper cut landed perfectly on Sonia's chin and her eyes clicked shut.
Though she was in a deep knockout, a sweet feeling of release coarsed in Sonia. Sonia was smiling as Emma the Ref counted her out. The potent lover in Sonia's dream held her in his strong arms, pleasuring her ceaselessly.
Emma the Ref and Desiree carried the sleeping girl to her corner, settling her in the folding chair where they checked her rolled up eyes and massaged her neck.
Sonia was insensible for five minutes and had to be walked to the dressing room.

Four nights later she had sex with Jon Amur in her apartment. The next morning, Sonia was dizzy and stupid in love. As they ate breakfast, she related her entire life story and when she finished the breathless narrative, Amur carried her back to bed,
He was gone when she woke in the early afternoon. Sonia texted Amur a message and began cleaning up her bedroom. As  she got her gym equipment together, Sonia discovered abuelo's boxing gloves were missing.
"And you're going to have to fight me to get them back!" Jon Amur told her when he called minutes after the theft was discovered.
Love and rage boiled in Sonia. She agreed to the match and promised Amur he would suffer for his transgression. Amur laughed and hung up.

Sonia was enraged  further when she saw Amur standing in his corner wearing the missing items. She fought ferociously for three rounds, but the talismanic energies of the gloves wore her down. Amur delivered a right hook that put Sonia out on her feet.
"Time for you to lose, Sonia," Amur whispered in the dazed girl's ear. One at a time, he hooked her dangling arms around the top rope. "When I knock out a woman like I'm about to shellac you, she's out till the next morning! And I'm going to use your grandfather's boxing gloves to do it!"
Sonia's final thought was a pained and hopeless "NO!!"
BAM!!

No erotic dreams illuminated Sonia's slumber. She slept peacefully until, as Jon Amur promised, she came around ten hours later.
For most of the next day, Sonia looked out the hospital room window, nodded to the nurses that came and went and talked to the doctors about her diagnosis, all the time brooding on her loss.
After dinner, a volunteer brought Sonia a box that had been left earlier. Inside was her grandfather's boxing gloves. Beneath them was a single red rose, that Sonia sniffed lovingly.  

Djelisa

Djelisa was looking for a man and she was serious. Looking back I guess I was serious, too.
Unlike a lot of women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Djelisa wasn't someone I looked at as just another probable lay. Going in I knew she was a good fighter, better than me and I would get my ass kicked. Djelisa was a woman I wanted more with, but what that "more" was I didn't know until we fought.
Like many women at the Amazonia, Djelisa had to box a man before anything else could happen between them. And she needed an audience.
Twenty of her female friends crammed around the ring for our fight. I knew a few from previous relationships, including Nicole.
"You know Will, Djelisa is dying to flatten you." whispered Nicole in my ear as she rubbed my neck and shoulders. I had talked her into being my second.
"Think so?" I asked, amused.
"You taking a dive so you can get laid?"
"Not if I can knock Djelisa out cold I won't!"
As Emma the Ref outlined the rules of the match, Djelisa smiled at me and nodded.
"Understand Will?" Emma asked me.
"Oh yeah."
"Clear to you, Djelisa?"
"I'm going to knock hammer dick here out cold!" Djelisa was speaking directly to me. "Ever get beaten up by a girl?"
It was my turn to smile. "Plenty."
We touched gloves and I watched Djelisa walk her cute ass back to her corner.

Djelisa was throwing punches from the start of round one. I ducked and swerved, laughing at her efforts.
As the punches exploded on each other's bodies, Djelisa kept on her game face, but her eyes were throughly alive.
When I saw an opening, I slipped to the right to land a shot to her side. I felt a sledge hammer bust my head. The ring blurred and then nothing.
I heard women shouting my name and felt the sensation of being lifted.
"Hey, champ!" bounced off the walls of my slumber and Nicole was in my face. I could only think of Nicole's tits and how her ass felt when I held her during sex.
"Nicole?....Let me hit it once more...come on...."
"No, Will, wake up!" Nicole passed smelling salts by my nose.
"What? Where...?"
"In your corner because Djelisa punched you out and only the bell saved you."
Across the ring, Djelisa's look said "Let's finish what I started!" Nicole read the look, too. "It should be obvious, Will, that Djelisa just doesn't want you, she wants you to lose to her!"
Emma the Ref waved us back at the bell.
"This is over now!" my opponent informed me.
"Sure is!"
We never danced away from each other. I was determined on knocking Djelisa out before she did the same to me. The aching frenzy to inflict pain consumed us like sexual lust.
My right swooped up, tagging Djelisa's chin. A left blasted her her jaw. She staggered a few seconds, arms dangling uselessly, eyes rolled up at the ceiling lights.  djelisa landed on her back, arms out and she went to sleep.
From a nuetral corner, I watched the count reach seven before the bell clanged.
Two bikini clad Asian girls stepped into the ring and carried the limp fighter back to her corner. A minute passed before Djelisa was completely revived.
I was irritated at not finishing her off, but rage emanated from Djelisa's eyes as she came at me. Getting laid out was clearly not in her plans for this bout.
Fists bashed all over me, but I absorbed the abuse. I could feel the right moment looming like a storm. For a few moments, Djelisa left her head exposed and I landed my right. I thought how great this beauty would look prone on the canvas and I heard an explosion.
Reality stopped. Both Djelisa and I were both in a deep KO daze from punches launched at the same instant.
Djelisa's eyes glanced upward expectantly and vanished behind closed lids. Tottering once, Djelisa toppled to the right, landing on her side.
She's so fuckable, I thought, feeling light headed amid the shouts of the spectators. Bitch knocked me out, I told myself and I was on the canvas.
Emma called out "Two!"
I admired Djelisa's firm thighs, the only thing I could make out through the blurr flooding my vision.
"Seven!" echoed down to me, folowed by blackness.
Djelisa and I had knocked each other unconscious.
Emma, I was told later, went on with the ten count though it was clear neither Djelisa and I were going to answer it.
Nicole and the Asian bikini girls carried two stretchers into the ring and carefully lifted us onto them. With Emma's help, they carried us to our dressing rooms amid boos and cheers.

Two days after the match, Djelisa caught up with me to see how I was doing. We admitted that we had both been unable to stop thinking about each other since recovering from our mutual trip to dreamland.
At some point during the night while we fucked, I discovered what the "more" was I wanted. I fell in love with Djelisa.
I woke the next morning to find Djelisa straddling me like I was a throughbred and she was the jockey. "You in love with me, Will?"
"Hell yes I am!"
"Good boy!" Djelisa kissed me and slugged me on the chin. As I faded away, I heard her say:" Because I own you now!"

Aurora

A drunken argument lead to a brawl, not out of the ordinary for Aurora once she exceeded the four beer safety limit.
She began abusing Cathy, who Aurora never liked, saying: "You don't know how to satisfy Marc, that's why he has two women..what's her name..Miss Big Tits...?"
Cathy, who cohabited with Marc and Paula, leapt to her feet, swinging at Aurora, who ducked.
The drunken female boxer countered with two shots to Cathy's mid-section and a follow-up to her face, sending the smaller girl sprawling on a picnic table, populated by other members of the Amazonia Boxing club who were consuming wine, beer, chicken and cheeseburgers.
The catfight went on for two more minutes, until Aurora seperated Cathy from her senses with a solid right. As she stood iover her unconscious victim, Aurora heard Marc's voice behind her.
"Hey bitch!"
A strong male hand pulled Aurora around, revealing a very angry Marc. The room exploded into darkness.
When she woke the next morning with a pounding hangover, Aurora learned that Cathy had been taken to the emergency room.
"Marc says he wants to settle matters with you at the Amazonia," Desiree, Aurora's friend, explained.
And that was how Aurora found herself in a boxing ring, facing Marc. Alone.
As she learned at the party, Marc could throw a very effective punch. Aurora also noted he was about twenty pounds heavier than her and that that weight was all muscle. She thought he looked pretty sexy, but any horniness Aurora felt couldn't distract her. Marc was still very angry.
Aurora had hoped that Cathy's release from the hospital with no permanent injury might have mellowed Marc, but that was not the case. The way he told Aurora he was going to "make you cry before I make you sleep" convinced the girl pugilist that a hospital bed was in her immediate future.
"Okay, Marc, okay!" Aurora tried to sound repentant and concilitory as she approached Marc. "You're gonna punch my lights out. And after what I did to Cathy, I don't blame you."
Aurorda stepped directly in front of Marc. "There's just one thing I want before you knock me out."
"What?" growled Marc.
Aurora flashed her best bedroom eyes. A jolt went through Marc.
"I always wanted to give you...you know..lip service.."
Not waiting for Marc, Aurora began kissing his chest, working down his body until she reached his crotch. "I'll never have this chance again!" Aurora pressed her lips to the erection already growing in his shorts. "Please?"
Marc started to work his trunks down, but Aurora gently took the waistband and drew the garment to Marc's feet.
Aurora let the massive penis rub against her face and then took it lovingly into her mouth. Instinctively, Marc's gloved hands pressed the back of her head.
"Oh yeah....you...know...!"
Aurora sucked lustily, transporting Marc to orgasm as quickly as she could. Marc yelled and gasped as he came in Aurora's throat.
Aurora pulled his trunks back up as March sagged against the turnbuckle.
"That was fucking incredible, sweetheart!" he said, gently rubbing the top of her head.
"You're welcome, Marc!" Aurora replied as she stood on her feet. She kissed him hard on the lips and slammed home a from-the-hip right upper cut.
Marc was out. He wavered on his feet, smiling at Aurora.
"Nighty-night, lover!" Aurora whispered as Marc plumetted to the canvas, face first, out cold.
Aurora walked out of the ring.

Power Girl

It was a few years into her crime fighting career that Power Girl realized how much she enoyed punching men.
The illumination came the day she thwarted Dr. Rabour's evil plan to transform the entire nation's water supply into lime jello. Power Girl, known as Marianne Austen in civilian life, had easily destroyed Dr. Rabour's Fembots and defeated his partner Cassandra and her hench girls, The Bad Kittens. in single combat, that resulted in smashed furniture and the unconscious women slumped in a corner.
"Alright, Power Girl, enough. You have me!" Dr. Rabour extended his clinched hands in surrender.
"I do?" Power Girl felt surprised and turned on.
"Yes. You foiled my insane plot, defeated my Fembots and trounced my girlfriend and her sexy minons! Put the cuffs on already!"
"Oh yeah?"
Power Girl approached the evil genius carefully. This was their fifth, battle-to-the-finish confrontation, but Power Girl finally noticed how good looking Dr. Rabour was, how his brown eyes pierced her and made her horny.
Face to face with her nemisis, Power Girl slugged him hard on the chin. The villian's head shot back. After emitting a long, heavy sigh, he hit the floor next to Cassandra and the Bad Kittens.
Laughing giddily, Power Girl reported the capture of Dr. Rabour to Justice Force HQ, excitement riddling her body. While she waited for the transport squad to arrive, she stared adoringly at Dr. Rabour laying at her feet.

Explaining that she wanted to interrogate Dr. Rabour persoanlly, Power Girl had him transfered to one of the isolated holding cells at Justice Force HQ. After disconnecting the security camera, she ordered Dr. Rabour to sit on the table.
At first the prisoner was confused and worried. Robour knew Justice Force did not use torture to get information, but the gleam in Power Girl's eyes was unsettling.
"Don't fret, Dr. Rabour," Power Girl said, pressing the captive flat on his back and mounting him. "This will be fun for both of us!"
Power Girl kissed Rabour forcefully.
"Uh....Power Girl?,,,,I'm a villian, you know that, right...."
"Shut up, Doctor, and get me undressed!"

They fucked for an hour.
"I can see why Cassandra fought so ferociously for you, Doctor!"
Power Girl had just slipped on her underwear and was stepping into her body suit. "You're a great fuck, Dr. Rabour!"
All the bad guy could do was look at Power Girl in post coital happiness. She gave him another kiss.
"See ya!" she exclaimed.
WHAP!!
The left hook connected perfectly with Rabour's chin, stretching him out on the table. Power Girl kissed her unconscious lover and walked out of the cell.

From that day, Power Girl throughly beat up any male opponent. Even men who worked for Justice Force were targeted.
Max Haig, invovled with Power Princess and Agent Miki, enthusiastically took Power Girl's challenge to box. For two rounds she worked Max over and then put him out. A week later, when he was released from the Justice Force enfirmary, Max spent the night with Power Girl.

And then Power Girl fell in love. The object of her desire was Nicholas Ferras, master thief and forger who had eluded Justice Force for years. The emotion hit Power Girl suddenly as she was scanning the data base of wanted criminals and Ferras' picture appeared. Power Girl suddenly envisioned Ferras unconscious on the canvas of a boxing ring, with a nasty black eye. She knew she found her soul mate and she knew what she had to do.

At a press conference for their upcoming bout, Power Girl and Ferras answwered questions from the media.
Power Girl explained the televised, pay per view event's porceeds would go to charity. "And also, if I win this fight, and I will, Nick Ferras must abandon his life of crime."
Ferrars told reporters that he agreed to these terms for a simple reason: he was going to win.
"When Power Girl first reached out to me about this charity event, I have to admit I was surprised," explained the sauve crook. "But it is for some good causesand it will be an honor to box with so great a public figure as Power Girl!"
A round of applause greeted Ferras' remark.
"And as I have already informed Power Girl, this will all end with her knocked out!"
A peal of laughter followed, but Power Girl smiled confidently. cameras swarmed around the pair for publicity shots. Still smiling, Power Girl leaned back slightly and whispered to Ferras:
"I'm going to knock your ass out!" she purred. "When we're done, you are mine!"

 Ten thousand fight fans, mostly women, crowded the Oring Sports Center on the campus of Blake Mitchell University for the match. A massive cheer went up for Power Girl when she entered the ring, dressed in a skimpy red and blue outfit, along with blue boxing gloves.
Heckling and boos greeted Nicholas Ferras' appearance, but with his usually affected indifference, he waved to the crowds arrogantly. Seeing Power Girl in uniform stopped Ferras in his tracks. As much as Power Girl was in love with him, he was in lust for her.
Power Girl saw that in Ferras' eyes and used it to her advantage. For the first two rounds, Power Girl beat up the distracted bad guy. In the third, she pinned him on the ropes and began the serious effort of knocking him out. The audience screamed with every punch the female justice fighter punished Ferras with.
By the fourth round, Nichols Ferras was out on his feet, a purple shiner on his right eye. Power Girl steadied her soul mate in the center of the ring and kissed him, driving the crowd insane. She leaned toward his ear as she'd done at the press conference.
"I told you this was going to happen, Nicholas," Power Girl whispered. "You ready to be knocked out cold?"
Ferras, barely able to stand, groaned.
"I love you, Nick, I really do!" Power Girl told him.
BAM!!
The upper cut lifted Ferras a few inches off the canvas. For a few seconds, Ferras felt he was floating in a galaxy for bright stars and then he just relaxed into sleep. Ferras never felt himself strike the canvas at Power Girl's feet.

Reporters saw Power Girl enter Ferras' house a few days after the match. That was a Friday. She did not emerge again until late Sunday evening, stating that she spent the weekend helping Nicholas Ferras recover from his devastating loss. Power Girl seemed happy and giggled often while talking to the media. A day later, a very content Nicholas Ferras announced Power Girl had accepted his marriage proposal.