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.