Lady Gwen Part One

Four years into her solo career in crime and Gwen wanted a costume.
"It's the next step, Ethan, honey!" she explained to her partner in crime and love.
Ethan was skeptical. The country was full of super heroines and villainesses clad in skin tight body suits. Gwen wasn't going to stand out. Ethan secretly feared that Gwen would next insist that he wear a matching out fit.
"Just look at the suit I picked out," Gwen implored her boyfriend. "It will change me completely, I'll be different!"
Nodding his head in hopes of ending the discussion, Ethan agreed.
Gwen was transformed when she walked back in the room. Ethan sat staring with unblinking eyes.
"I'm calling myself 'Lady Gwen' from now on!"
Ethan had never seen how perfectly round and tight his lover's ass was before. Her breasts bulged perfectly beneath strong shoulders. Ethan slowly got to his feet and the pair looked at each other before Ethan embraced Gwen in a long forceful kiss.
Then clasping her hands, Ethan pulled her into the bedroom, where they shared another kiss.
"Wait! Wait! Ethan...one thing before we go...
"Yeah!?" Ethan was almost panting.
"I want to pretend..."
"Fine! Pretend what?!"
"I feel like someone else in this costume, like can be a bad girl or a super criminal."
"Okay, fine!" Ethan fired back.
"I want to be in a boxing match with a super hero crime fighter like Power Man or Captain Freedom! I defy him arrogantly, but he takes me on and he takes me! You know?"
"I do...sure!"
Gwen pulled two pairs of boxing gloves from under their bed and the pair quickly fitted them on.
"You might have me trapped in this boxing ring, Power Man, but you won't take me in!"
Ethan gave Gwen his best bedroom eyes. "I think I will, Lady Gwen! You have been a bad girl!"
"No way, Power Man! Even though you are big and strong and could ko me with one punch!"
Ethan recognized the cue. "Yes there is!"
He stepped directly in front of Gwen. Their lips met passionately and his right fist sliced between her raised arms, tagging her chin.
Gwen's eyes went glassy as she stumbled a few steps. Then her eyes closed gently. "Perfect..." she purred at Ethan. Sighing deep from within, she fell back on the bed, bouncing twice, arms at her sides.
Ethan's head and chest pounded. Pulling a digital camera from the desk drawer, he feverishly took pictures of the defeated Lady Gwen.

Ethan was half asleep, face resting on Gwen's naked belly. Gwen, savoring post coital bliss, tenderly nudged Ethan head.
"Hey, honey rod!"
"Wha...?" Ethan drowsed.
"I want to steal something!"
"You what?"
The balance of physical satisfaction and mental contentment was perfect in Ethan. He didn't want to move.
"I've got some money in my wallet, steal that okay Gwen?"
"No, stupid! I do that already!" Gwen laughed like a giddy school girl. "Let's break into some body's house and steal their valuables!"
"I can't think of any off hand..."
"I know where!" Gwen leaped off the bed, dropping Ethan's head on the mattress. "Let's go, come on!"
Ethan groaned pitifully and slid off the bed. 

After some searching, the couple found the unguarded summer home of the wealthy Reyard family.Ethan disarmed the security system. Gwen went to work on cracking the wall safe in the Reyard family library.
This was their first heist with Gwen in her new outfit. Ethan's complete attention was on the way she filled out the red and white costume. He wanted to clean out the safe and get home as quickly as possible.
"Gwen, are you almost done?"
"When we're on a job you have to call me 'Lady Gwen' from now on!"
"Fine...Lady Gwen. I want to get6 you back home."
Gwen smiled inwardly at the new passion fired in her lover by the costume. "I know, hold on!"
"I'll try!"
Ethan suddenly felt the room tilt. His body went numb and he smiled for no reason he couldd think of. He inhaled a strong sweet smell that drifted over his shoulder and he toppled forward and downward.
His face smacked against Gwen's buttocks, inspiring him to want to make love to Gwen and then kiss her naked ass. Then the lights were out in his head. Ethan had just been gassed asleep.

Chris Meets Denise Again

While the pain of the knock out was gone the next day, I couldn't stop thinking about being in the ring with Denise.Getting koed by a female is different. There is a potent sexual factor to her triumph. I was supine and unconscious at Denise's feet and remembering it got me excited. Denise had done all her nature required. Now it was my turn.

Denise was topless for our wrestling match, threatening to use her breasts to smoother me out.
"I've done it plenty of times before," she added. We were circling each like two felines preparing to mate, a comparison I enjoyed. Our hands grabbed each other's bodies.
"They could give a guy a concussion!" I said, lurching suddenly, gripping Denise's right arm. Not expecting a direct lunge, she was easily flipped over my shoulder, sprawling her long slim body on the canvas.
"You asshole!!" The feeling of insult was genuine in Denise's voice..and easily ignored. I pulled her to her feet and flung her into the ropes. I extended my arm vertically. Denise stumbled into it and I jerked my elbow upward, smacking her jaw.
For a few highly comic moments, Denise swayed in a circle, grinning, her arms grabbing the air.
"Hey!....Chris?...Big!" she garbled before the glassiness faded from her eyes. Suddenly leaping back into the ropes, Denise collided with me. We both crashed to the canvas, the tall blond grasping my wrists and deftly pinning my ankles with her feet.
"I knocked you out once, I'll do it again, Chris!"
Denise pressed a kiss on my lips and slugged my jaw.
I didn't go to sleep, but I felt just like it. When my vision went from black to clear, I was standing again, with Denise laughing at me. Then she did an exaggerated imitation of how I must have looked staggering to my feet in a semiconscious daze.
"Denise?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
WHAP!
Eyes rolled up and jaw limp, Denise was out on her feet. But we weren't finished yet.
I could have just socked her again, Denise was completely exposed, floating on Cloud Nine. Instead I got the small bucket of cold water from my corner and splashed its contents in Denise's face. Gasping in shock, Denise blinked wildly. "Hey, where am...?!"
I stepped behind her and applied the sleeper hold.
Denise gagged and grunted "Hey! Hey!" a few times as her hands pulled at my arms clinched around her throat.
"What the hell are you doing?!" a muted voice asked me.
"Putting you to sleep!" I whispered in Denise's ear. "Sweet dreams!"
Fist struck my arms a few moments longer, but I could hear Denise's breathing become shallow. Her knees went rubbery. I eased Denise into a sitting position and slightly tightened the hold. Her body jerked and went limp against me.
"I'm...I..." mumbled Denise in a diminishing voice.
"Going unconscious? Is that what you're saying?" Denise's arms dropped next to my legs. I leaned forward and saw her eyes were just slits. She probably wasn't seeing anything in any case!
Denise sighed and went to sleep in my arms.
I slipped her gently onto the canvas. The buxom blond was pretty attractive prone on her back, tits up and lights out!
After giving her a ten count, I kissed her lips and affectionately fondled her breasts. A tenderness for for Denise came over me. I waited a few minutes for her to wake up.
 When I tried to help her to her feet, Denise shoved me away, cursing me abruptly. She collected her senses in her corner, glared at me angrily and left the ring.

Chris Meets Denise

One at a time, Denise took on each man at the Amazonia Boxing Club. That didn't take long. The membership ratio was 80 percent female to 20 percent male. She slept with a few of her victims, either before or after their fights, Denise had to box irate wives and girlfriends. She laid them out, also.
At the time, I didn't have to worry about that. It would still be a few months before I met Christina and even longer before we established our current domestic arrangement. I just waited my turn to duke it out with the tall blond drink of water and then did my best to get laid.
Denis was a fake blond, but the pile of bleach-white hair went perfectly with her long legs and enhanced tits and I dismissed the Barbie doll jokes made by guys who had not fucked or fought her yet.
"It's your turn, Chris!" Denise informed me one afternoon in the Amazonia parking lot. "I want to fuck you up this Friday!"
She flashed her toothy smile, displaying what a large mouth she had. I nearly suggested Denise try kneeling down, but ditched the idea. A woman as dedicated as Denise was to subjugating every man she encountered should not be toyed with.
"Whenever you're ready, girl!" I answered.
"Great!" Then Denise paused, appearing to come to a conclusion. "Let's do this differently."
"How?" I asked.
"Let's box and then wrestle, both to a knock out!"
I agreed, I wanted the close contact of both forms of combat with Denise, especially wrestling that I hoped would lead to other things. And Denise wanted both our bouts to be private.

Every guy who battles a woman in the ring thinks he will win, either by a knock down or a knock out. That belief is a mistake. When Denise climbed through the ropes, flashing that smile, dressed in nothing but her boxing gloves and white panties, I felt destined to knock her out.
We went over the rules and touched gloves. Denise slugged me hard on the chin.
I landed on my ass, dazed momentarily. I glanced up to see Denise laughing at me. Her tits were round, I thought, and smooth, just the way I like them And she knew it.
"You okay, Chris?"
"Fine."
We circled each other, flicking punches with increasing force. Twice I planted Denise on the canvas in two rounds. She felt so easy to put down, once you get a punch on her. Both times she was on her feet before I could count her past "six," her laugh telling me:"You want to fuck me so bad, don't you!?"
The knock out came with no warning in the fourth round. Denise hammered the side of my head with a right, sending me down and into her rising left. I was stopped for a second to see the stars the second punch generated and then continued to fall. I came to rest on a turnbuckle. A right cross smacked me hard. Darkness bled into my eyes and Denise was kneeling in front of me.
"Anything, Chris?" she asked me. I didn't understand the question. Gently, her tits slapped back and forth on my face. I wanted to kiss them, but I could not move.
"Okay, Chris..."
"Wha....?"
BAM!
I woke five minutes later in the middle of the ring. Tilting my head up slowly, I saw Denise pulling my trunks off my legs and throwing them over her shoulder. Playing with my erection, she lay beside me, encouraging my return from dreamland. When I was sufficiently conscious, Denise gave me a long kiss. Pulling her panties down, she climbed on top of me with determined grace. We fucked for two hours on the canvas. Denise loved being on top.
When she was completely sated, Denise put her panties back on and retrieved her boxing gloves. "Next week we wrestle. Rest up, Chris!"
I watched her cute ass as Denise carelessly strutted to her corner and exited the boxing ring. 

Friday Night Knockout

Lena did boxing matches with men who wanted to fight women. Stan knew Lena and what she did for awhile before setting up an appointment. Many clients were like that. They saw Lena as such a strong erotic possibility they hesitated to make it actual. But she had faith that Stan would eventually have a session with her.
They met at a small, three room office Lena rented in a strip mall outside of town. Stan brought cash, his boxing gloves and trunks, all as Lena ordered him.
"I know what to wear for you," she said, looking Stan over. They stood in the largest of the three rooms, floor covered wall to wall with thick, blue wrestling mats. A first aid kit hung on the wall.
Lena felt safe with Stan. She liked him at their first meeting and took only basic precautions with him while they talked before the match. Some men who boxed women were aggressive, but most were timid and often needed a nudge to start the session. From the adorning way he looked at her chest and thighs, Lena knew Stan was category two.
From the dressing room, Lena emerged naked except for the black boxing gloves. Stan was paralyzed, except for his growing smile.
"Now don't get all excited, Stan!" Lena warned as swayed in his direction, keeping her gloves over her pussy. "Even though that's impossible right now."
Stan was overwhelmed as he began kissing first Lena's ample breasts and then her thick red lips. "Feel them good, Stan!" purred Lena in his ear. "I want you to have something to dream about!"
Stan barely grunted a response.
WHAP!
Lena's right hooked on Stan's chin, popping his head to the ceiling. The room washed away around him, like water down a drain. Stan's impact scattered some of the mats.
Lena counted ten over the unconscious man, giving him a long kiss after declaring him "Out!"
which he clearly was. Giggly with girlish excitement, Lena carried Stan over her shoulder to the dressing room. Laying him on the double bed, she stripped off his cloths and left him to sleep off the knockout.
Stan and Lena fucked for three hours after he came around.

"Why don't you come to my place this Friday night?" Lena asked as the couple rested in each other's arms. Stan had a bruise on his chin. "A few of my girl friends are coming over to watch me clobber a male opponent . I'd like it to be you, Stan?"
"How many friends?"
"Five or six or ten. They're nice girls, friendly like me. And like me, they want to see you get knocked out cold!"
"Has anyone ever koed you?"
"Twice.  They fought fair, so I accepted it." Lena searched her lover's eyes. "It's just that I don't fight fair."
"Sounds great! what do you mean by not fighting fair?"
"I get you aroused and worked up and then lay you out."
"Yeah?!" Stan leaned forward to kiss Lena.
"Yeah."
BAP!
The bare knuckle right to Stan's extended jaw created an instant knockout. Stan woke on his own bed. The message on his cell phone was from Lena, leaving her address and the time of the Friday fight.

The audience of five women, all looking the same age as Lena, were waiting when Stan walked out from behind the curtain hung on the left side of Lena's basement. As he walked into the ring, the women whistled and hooted. Stan waved back, slightly self conscious, but pleased with the reception. A tall blond named Andrea strutted to the ropes.
"We paid good money for this, lover boy! You better get knocked out!"
"What if I knock Lena out instead?"
"Better not!" the blond insisted.
"I think I will!" Stan liked flirting with this amazon.
"Then you'll deal with me!"
"And I'll pop you into dreamland next!"
"I doubt that, Stan!"
Stan turned around to see the source of the last remark, which was Lena. She appeared in her corner, topless and wearing tight, skimpy shorts and the same boxing gloves from her first date with Stan. "You ready for a show, ladies?!"
The women screamed and cheered their answer.  "You ready, Stan?"
Lena asked her question with soft intimacy, pressing her tits against his bare chest. They kissed and only half seriously, Lena pushed him away.
The fighters stood in their corners until Andrea rang the bell for round one.
As they circled each other, Stan tried to stay clear of Lena, having experienced the effectiveness of her punches. But he had to get close and exchange blows, the desire to box a woman, never satisfied, flared again.
Stan hammered three blows, smacking both sides of Lena's face and pummeled her right breast.
A shocked smile curved Lena's lips. "Sam! I didn't think you would..."
BAM!
The upper cut lifted Sam in the air and landed him on the canvas. He was more surprised than injured. That bitch is quick! he told himself as he regained his footing.
"You can really punch, boy!" Lena said. "But you can't fight! I'm knocking you out!"
Another cheer from the spectators went up as the fighters opened up on each other. The "SMACK" of leather hitting bare skin increased until a lucky right from Stan tagged Lena's jaw.
The big chested beauty's head spun in bewilderment and there were stars in her eyes. Stan didn't give her a moment to collect her senses.
BAP! BAM! WAP!
A headshot, followed by a blow to the midsection and then a left hook on her jaw sent Lena to edge of consciousness. She passively watched Stan's right fist retract over his shoulder.
BAM!
Andrea pushed Stan to his corner and began a slow count over Lena. Lena was on her back, arms at her sides, her features relaxed and her lips in a pursed smile, all signalling a total knockout. Inside her skull, multi colored stars popped in the darkness, filling Lena with pleasure. Light flooded the blackness and Andrea was calling Lena's name.
"Did,,,Stan,,,knock,,,me,,out...."
"Out cold! The bell saved you at seven."
Lena stared at her lover across the ring, reorganizing her senses until the second round began. As she lurched at Stan, Lena told Andrea: "I'm going to fuck him so hard!"
Their next round was a close dance. Having put Lena to sleep with his fists, Stan wanted to go on hitting her. Lena simply wanted to knock him out for the count. Maybe longer. Her determination won out.
Stan's mental fever made him a sloppy boxer. many of his shots missed their target, leaving holes for Lena throw devastating head and body shots.
A hard left knocked Stan silly. Lena slugged his head now, having greatly weakened the body. His head rocking side to side with each impact, Stan felt his body giving way while the screams of the viewers got dim.
For a few more moments, the dance continued. They were coupled to each other like intimate lovers, Lena was the focused, aggressive yang, while Stan was a barely awake yin, passive and yielding.
The knockout punch hit the button of Stan's chin, shutting down her conscious brain. Stan wasn't down for a cat nap like Lena had been. Her finishing punch was the hardest shot of the entire bout. Stan was inert on the canvas, a woody plainly visible in his trunks.
After the ten count, Lena and Andrea dragged Stan to the corner and propped him against the turnbuckle. Starting with the victrix, each woman knelt beside Stan and had her picture taken giving him a kiss while she played with his boner. Lena mockingly pressed her gloved fist to Stan's chin while masturbated him with other hand.

Stan and Lena spent the weekend together. Lena fulfilled her promise to Andrea at the start of round two.