Dreamer

 

Kaylee boxed in her red bikini underwear. She knew her husband Sam loved the combination of the bathing suit and the boxing gloves, especially when Kaylee got knocked out.
Sam believed Kaylee never looked more beautiful than when she lay on the living room couch, sleeping off the right hook he'd just given her. Sometimes Kaylee would have a bruise from getting her face smacked too hard. Sam found the wounds stimulating . Sex for the couple was always best after a match that ended with a knock out.
Dreams filled Kaylee's head when she was unconscious. There were intense visions of three ways with men other than Sam. Another featured Kaylee challenging a male boxing champion known only as The Bruiser, a brawny fighter who was more a cartoon character than an actual human.
The Bruiser was Kaylee's superior in size, weight and boxing skill, yet Kaylee landed a punch from nowhere that floored the champ. Kaylee would stand with one boot on the Bruiser's chest while hundreds of female spectators with fiery green eyes screamed love and adulation for the victor.

In the conscious world, Sam took digital photos of his slumbering wife. Then he began experimenting with restraints. Once he tied Kaylee's gloved hands with her bikini top, resting them on her crotch. Sam got an even larger thrill by flipping his "Sleeping Beauty" on her stomach and binding her wrists behind her back.
Cleaning out the attic one afternoon, Sam found an actors make up kit left behind by the previous renters. Looking over the contents, Sam got an idea.
First Sam painted a moustache above Kaylee's upper lip and then let her walk around in public for hours, until she glanced in a mirror. His wife's rage always got Sam fired up.
As their private boxing matches continued, Sam hit Kaylee harder, to ensure a longer and deeper knockout. Stripping off the bikini, he redressed Kaylee in short boxing trunks and a sports bra. With precision and tenderness, Sam painted a purple shiner on her left eye before taking his pictures.

The vividness of her dreams made Kaylee want to make them reality. Lying to Sam about visiting her brother's family, Kaylee met Will from the Amazonia Boxing Club where she worked out. It took the pair three bars to find a third participant for Kaylee's fantasy.
To Kaylee's surprise, she handled the men expertly. In fact, when she walked out of the motel room Sunday morning, both of her lovers were passed out from sexual exhaustion. I wonder, she asked herself while driving home, what Will and the other guy dreamed of?
A week later Peter, Kaylee's trainer at the Amazonia, introduced his wife Desiree. Desiree was a short girl, lean bodied, attractive the way some short women are, with the blazing green eyes Kaylee had seen in her dreams. Kaylee excitedly accepted Desiree's challenge to a match and was carried from the ring at the start of round four.
Desiree seduced her new friend a few days later. It was the first time Kaylee had slept with a woman. She continued with Desiree for a month before Desiree switched to another female lover.

Kaylee opened a folder on their computer marked "Kaylee Koed." It was an accident, but she she saw herself, post knock out, on the couch. Pictures of her bound by her bikini top, with silk scarves, a pair of toy handcuffs. Pictures of her with black eyes, first her left and then her right eye. One photo simulated blood running from her nostrils. Another had stars photo shopped spinning around Kaylee's head, while she smiled in her sleep.

When she confronted her husband with the jpeg file, Sam admitted everything. He couldn't understand why Kaylee was upset. Most of the bruises were make up and the restraints never cut into her skin.
"You like getting your lights punched out, honey." Sam added. "We've always known that. Why are you sweating the harmless stuff?"
Kaylee ordered Sam to get their boxing gloves. The fired up feeling came over Sam.
Kaylee wore the red bikini again.Kaylee was enraged, but she could not really say why. To herself, she admitted Sam was right: the pictures were just make up and soft restraints. And Kaylee was gratified to see herself unconscious from Sam's fists.
Sam smacked Kaylee around the living room. Kaylee tried to fight back, but Sam's attack was overwhelming her, wearing her down.
"Feeling light headed, sweetie?" Sam's voice was cruel and affectionate.
WHAP!!
He slugged Kaylee on the jaw, spinning her.
WHAM!!
Sam tagged the opposite side of Kaylee's face. Kaylee groaned. "Getting sleepy?"
An upper cut kept Kaylee from answering and unleashed a super nova. Darkness crept around the edges of her eyes.
"Sam....?" Kaylee's voice sounded like she was already sleeping. She never felt Sam's final punch, but she did see it coming at her.

Out cold on the couch, Kaylee dreamed she fought The Bruiser again. Because of his superiority in height, weight and boxing skill, The Bruiser landed a punch from nowhere that floored Kaylee. The Bruiser stood with one boot on Kaylee's belly. Desiree delivered the ten count and then declared Kaylee "Out!"
Kaylee's seconds, Will and a guy she met at a bar, lifted Kaylee onto a stretcher and carried her from the ring.

Nicole

Will wanted to box (and fuck) Nicole from the moment he saw her working out on the heavy bag at the gym. Since he was a teen ager, Will had a thing for women fighters, especially in their gloves and shorts. Nicole, with her curly black hair and toned body looked irresistible to Will as she worked out.
There was only one round of boxing between Nicole and Will. Will toyed with Nicole, knowing she was still a weak fighter, only starting her training. When the moment was right, he slammed his gloved fist on top of Nicole's head, stunning the girl in her tracks.
Nicole's lips began to move, soft dreamy noises coming out. Will knew she was seeing stars and would very quickly enter dreamland.
Will nudged her right shoulder and Nicole sank into the nearby turnbuckle. For a few seconds, Will was unsure if a another punch was needed to finish Nicole off, but the girl suddenly began her descent to the canvas.
Sitting against the turnbuckle, Nicole's glassy eyes rolled up as if she was searching the ceiling intently. She was out of it and Will began the count.
As he did so, Will spread Nicole's legs and removed his gloves. He felt up the thighs he'd been admiring for so long. Nicole's legs were toned, but very smooth. At "TEN" Will declared her out and felt inside her panties.
Nicole murmured as he lifted and dragged her to folding chair in the opposite corner. Will took off her shorts and panties. Delicate black hair covered her vagina. Will kissed it and, gingerly at first, inserted his forefinger, probing for and finding Nicole's clit.
Her hips and then her entire body began rocking as Will started the finger fucking. Will followed the moans and sighs that rapidly followed until Nicole shouted out loud and lurched awake in the chair.
Gasping for air through the orgasm, Nicole arched her back, nearly standing up straight.
"AHHH!" Nicole blurted harshly, her hips thrust forward. She eased back down on the seat and opened her eyes, grinning at Will.
They kissed for a long moment. Nicole stood and shoved away the chair. When they embraced again, she whispered "Now!" as she pulled down Will's trunks.
Will took her against the turnbuckle. Nicole anchored herself with the upper ropes. "Yes!" she muttered in Will's ears when he penetrated her.
Both of the lovers came at once. While she was still enjoying the second orgasm, Nicole begged Will to finish her.
"What?"
"Finish me! Please, Will!"
Will said nothing for a minute to see if Nicole was serious. Pulling a boxing glove on his right hand, Will slugged Nicole on the lower jaw. Her head jerked to the left and fell back slowly. Nicole toppled toward Will, who caught her over his shoulder.
Will checked Nicole's bare ass in the dressing room's full length mirror. Giving both cheeks a slap and a feel, will settled Nicole on one of the cots. A pert, contented smile adorned her face. 

Desiree Learns Early

"Wait a sec, Grace! Wait!'
Desiree was pleading with Grace, the older, taller more muscular woman with a very angry look. "I didn't mean it to happen!"
Grace recently discovered her 23 year old girlfriend had slept with a guy. Grace half expected this to happen, having learned that girls in their twenties were attracted to her because Grace was an authority figure. And any newbie who could find a parental image in a female lover could as easily locate one in a male.
What made Grace feel like a fool, and therefore very angry, was that she introduced them to each other.
"I only care about you, Gracie!" Desiree pleaded as she backed away from Grace, into a living room corner.
Grace reacted with silence to this obvious half truth. Desiree was also in love with Peter, one of the trainers at the Amazonia Boxing Club who taught, along with Grace, Desiree how to box. Grace was not happy to be sharing.
Desiree's pleading took a frightened tone. "Grace, I love you! Don't hurt me, please!"
The older woman felt real satisfaction when Desiree grabbed her right arms with both hands.
"Do you just need a man, Dez? Was that it?"
Desiree gave a quick, silent nod of her head.
"But Little One," Grace went on. "You're all I ever needed!"
"I'm so sorry!" Desiree said contritely.
"I am sorry, too."
WHAP!!!
The knuckles of Graces right fist tagged Desiree's chin perfectly. The skinny girl boxer remained standing, her head lolling from side to side. Smiling stupidly, Desiree sighed like she just fell in love for the first time as her ass slid down the wall, her eyes first glassy and then closed. Desiree was seated, legs out in a wide "V." She was spark out cold.

"All right, let's go!"
Grace easily flipped the unconscious girl over her shoulder and carried her into their bedroom. She dumped Desiree carelessly on the double bed and kissed her cheek.
"Young girls need to learn." Grace commented as she walked out, switching off the light and closing the door behind her.

Steve and Anna

Anna, 42, and Steve, 23, had been a couple for three years. Their match was a good one. Anna loved sex with younger men. Steve had had an inclination to older women since he was 17 and was seduced by a friend of his mother's named Shelly. This was his first taste of love and physical pleasure and he was heartbroken when Shelly end it two months later.

Steve found true love when he met Anna during Mixed Boxing Night at The Clam Sandwich, a club-go go bar in Bloomfield, N.J. Anna was taking on all comers . Steve watched Anna deck two guys before he climbed in the ring with the powerful redhead. By round four, Steve was on the canvas, out cold and dreaming, mostly of the woman who just flattened him. In a month, Steve and Anna were a couple.

When they got an apartment in town, the pair joined the Amazonia Boxing Club, where Steve caught Inga's attention.

Inga, a big chested woman close to Anna's age, had auburn hair from a bottle and had just the right amount of makeup to say "slut" to Steve. She often came on to Steve, often in front of Anna. Inga had total contempt for any woman who had possession of a man she wanted.

Steve always deflected Inga's attention, but the more she flirted, the more he wanted her. Anna had the look of a woman who was, as one of Steve's friends judged, "built for speed." But Inga always boxed in blue jean cutoffs and described to Steve how she beat him senseless in the ring and fuck him stupid in bed. Steve barely contained himself.

Eventually, Inga forced the issue, challenging Anna to a boxing match.

"I just want to fuck you up!" explained Inga, but both women understood the fight was for Steve.

Anna did her best, but Inga was the better fighter. For most of the short match, Steve yelled advice to Anna from her corner, toweling away her sweat and rubbing her shoulders between rounds. Steve was growing increasingly aroused at the beating Inga was giving Anna.

"Knock her fucking out!" Steve repeated to himself as he watch the fight progress.

Inga landed an over hand right knocked Anna out instantly. The koed cougar pivoted sideways and then hit the canvas on her side before rolling over on her back. Anna, eyes shut, barely stirred as Inga counted her out.

His heart pounding, Steve plunged through the ropes and called  Inga a bitch. She didn't hold back. A sudden left hook landed Steve on the canvas next to his deeply unconscious girlfriend. His whole body relaxed into darkness.

Inga had measured out the punches for her two victims. Steve would only be out a few minutes, but Anna had to be gone for at least 30 minutes. Right on schedule, Steve came around and Inga got him to his feet. Then she leaned back in the turnbuckle, clasping the top ropes. Steve kissed Inga and began to take off her shorts and top. Inga pulled down his jeans. They fucked for a half an hour, orgasming twice. As the dazed Steve took a few steps back, Inga pulled her shorts and top back on and slugged Steve a second time. He staggered like bewildered child and then his eyes closed and he hit the canvas a second time, out cold.

Before she left, Inga gave Steve a kiss and wished him good night. She wondered how he was going to explain his nakedness to Anna.