The Three Women - The Finish

Karen Lebowski was smitten with Rob the moment she saw him in line to fight her.
Guys were lined up at the ring for the end of the month Mixed Fight Night at the
The Clam Sandwhich Club.
She last saw Rob two weeks earlier at the Amazonia Boxing Club, sprawled on the
canvas, just koed by her friend and sparring partner Tina Davison. As Rob lay on
his back, Tina wrote "Out Cold!" on his forehead with lipstick. Karen
masterbated the dreaming boxer, which appeared to have made him happier even in
deep slumber.
Rob was at the Clam Sandwhich Club for beers with his friends and, Karen guessed
correctly, to get lucky. You're going to be really lucky, lover boy!she decided.
Karen couldn't take her eyes off Rob, even as she easily decked the two
relatively drunk guys ahead of him.
"Hey handsome, the last time I saw you, you were fast asleep at my feet!" she
said in her friendly-flirty way to Rob when he walked up to her. Her infectous
smile instantly triggered Rob's last memory of Karen: she was giggling as he
dropped into a warm pool of blackness.
"You were the ref between me and Tina!"
"Yep! And you're going to end up the same way in a few rounds, honey stick!"
As they touched gloves, Karen gave Rob a long, deeply sexual kiss. The
spectators howled with excitement: that was Karen's signature "Good Night Kiss."
Karen glanced back at Rob as she struted to her corner.
Both fighters moved out fast at the bell, swapping body shots. Karen put on a
show for the crowd as she was paid to, While his punches were sharp and painful,
Karen could read the lust in Rob's eyes. I knew you were waiting for moma to
bring your candy! she thought.Just then Rob fired a straight right, Karen ducked
it and launched her own to the base of Rob's jaw.
Fumbling backwards, Rob pivoted right, anticipating a follow up left. She also
anticipated Rob's move and bashed a right to his head. Rob lost control of his
legs and walked into a left hook, that cleared the way for a one-two gut shot.
The pain that ripped through his body was blunted by by Karen's upper cut.
For a few seconds, Rob was gone and he happily recalled her smile from the fight
with Tina.
When his head cleared, Rob was hanging on the top rope, knees buckling and
vision dim.Sighs and groans alternated from Rob as a new wave of punishment
struck him.
Karen kept him still on the ropes and went to work like a surgeon giving her
patient anesthesia. The body blows forced Rob into a crouch, but the consistent
head blows wore him down. A massive right knocked Rob silly on his feet.
Swaying lossely, eyes glassy and half-closed, Rob could only think of sex with
Karen. He heard Karen address the crowd from a million miles in space.
"KNOCK HIM OUT!!" they screamed faintly.
The blurriness in Rob's head exploded to blackness. Rob dreamed he was in a
professional wrestling match with Jennifer Lopez. The dream became strongly
erotic as Lopez told Rob how much she was in love with him as she knocked him out
with a slow sleeper hold.
Rob woke in Karen's dressing room ten minutes later. She was there next to the
bed and helped Rob recover. They went to back to her apartment later that night.

The Bedroom Knockout

Sam and Cathy were gloving up in their hotel room. Stripped down to black lace underwear, Cathy wore black boxing gloves. Sam thought she was perfect, just what he wanted and expected her to look like when the pair finnally had a private match.
"You feeling good, Sam?" she asked, fixing her bedroom eyes on him. "I know you've been waiting awhile for this."
Sam admitted Cathy was right. At the last beach party for the members of the Amazonia Boxing Club, he and Cathy got drunk and made out behind some dunes. She allowed Sam to finger fuck her numerous times before abruptly walking away from him.
Since then Cathy had lost a  series of mixed boxing matches. The bad streak ended when she knocked Sam's friend Dan unconscious. Encouraged by that victory, Cathy leveled three more male fighters.
Sam had witnessed the bout with Dan, who had to be carried, limp and throughly bruised, from the ring. Sam was shocked by the brutality of the skinny girl.
Cathy was lose limbed, with full tear drop breasts and toned thighs. Her straight, shoulder length black hair put Sam in mind of Betty Page, minus Page's enticing smile. When Cathy wanted to express pleasure, her liquid brown eyes focused like a vixen's as she prepared to pounce on a victim.
"You're gonna go to sleep, Cath!" answered Sam, grinning as he batted his gloves together. He gave the hotel room a look over one more time. All the sharp edged furniture had been removed or covered, leaving only a chest of drawers, a chair and the king-sized bed the couple stood beside.
"Ready?"
"Fuck yeah!" Cathy replied, raising her fists. Perfect! Sam thought.
His right glided between the gap between Cathy's elbows, slamming into her solar plexus. Sharp, clear agony burst inside Cathy. The girl twisted forward, gasping for air, her eyes as wide as saucers.
Sam moved in one step, launching a right upper cut from the hip that lifted Cathy clean off the carpet. Arms and legs spread eagle, Cathy yelped out "OOOFFF!!"
As her body arced over the bed, Cathy slipped into deep slumber and she bounced softly when she landed. Sprawled on her back, limbs scattered randomly, Cathy's head nodded gently from side to side as she moaned. For a moment, her glassy eyes seemed to focus on Sam and then they closed. The girl boxer's head tilted to the right and she was in a profound knockout.
Sam removed his gloves and thumbed Cathy's eyelids.
"Hard boiled eggs!" he muttered with satisfaction. "You're in dreamland, honey pot!"
With the digital camera he'd concealed in the gym bag he brought to the hotel, Sam recorded Cathy's defeat.
"You just had to challenge me," he taunted the unconscious girl. "Now you know what happens!"
Stashing the camera, Sam took off Cathy's boxing gloves and lifted her legs, shifting them to the end of the bed. He was happy her thighs and arms still had their firm smoothness. when he settled Cathy's head on the pillows, he stepped back and contemplated the thin strings that secured her panties to her slim hips.
No, he decided and pulled the blanket up to the girls chin.
In the small bathroom, Sam filled a plastic up with cold water and took a bottle of aspirin from the drawer under the sink. Setting the items on the night stand by the bed, Sam went to the ice machine down the hallway and filled a small refrigerator bag.
When he returned to the room, Sam saw a lartge smile on Cathy's lips. He assumed his punch stimulated a dream. He put the plastic bag of ice in the small frig and pulled a chair next to Cathy's head. Sam leaned over and kissed her.

Cathy came back to consciousness ten minutes later. Groaning softly, she tried to sit up.
"No Cath, not yet," Sam advised, pressing her shoulder back down on the mattress. Senses still congealing, Cathy glared up at Sam. "I was supposed to knock you out...!"
"But instead I sent you to dreamland. How does it feel?"
Cathy felt contented and relaxed. Fragments of the dream she's had while out cold seeped back to her.
She was swimming under water in a big, warm pool that was bathed in blue light. A man took Cathy in his powerful arms and made love to her. The lover kept changing from Marc, her live in boyfriend, to Sam to a number of ther men she had or wanted to sleep with. Cathy could never be certain if she was ravished by one lover at a time or all the men at once.
After she gulped down the water and the medication, Cathy pressed the ice pack Sam handed her to her jaw.
"That was  a perfect punch, Sam..." Cathy confessed, finally.
"Thanks, Cath."
There was a silence and Cathy spoke again. "Does this place have a pool?"
"Sure does." Sam said.

The Three Women - Part Two

Consuelo Montoya pictured Rob flat on the canvas even before Rob imagined her flat on her back on his bed. That was an accomplishment since the vision of Consuelo, naked and pleading with Rob to fuck her, snapped into his mind instantly.
Consuelo also thought about sex, but her first desire whenever she saw an attractive male was to punch him out in the ring. A few days earlier, Rob had been knocked out by Tina Davison after they had a fling. Regaining consciousness on the canvas alone, exposed cock still dripping cum, Rob was abruptly out of love with Tina. Now Consuelo's dark features and mighty ass got him fired up. She's definitely the one! Rob convinced himself.
The pair talked for awhile, the brunette suggesting a bout.
"You sure, sweetheart? I might do you some damage!"
Consuelo let out a short, pleased laugh. She saw her new partner's eyes probing her chest.
"Not in the ring you wouldn't! You'll be lucky you don't come around in the ICU, amante!" Consuelo fired back, wanting to slug Rob right there. But she held back. Let the desire build and the results will be incredible, she decided.
They kissed before Consuelo walked away. She whispered slowly in Rob's ear: "I'm going to fuck you up and then knock you out!"
and violently shoved him aside.

The fight was on a Friday evening at the Amazonia Boxing Club because that was what Consuelo wanted. She planned to beat Rob up, then put him to sleep and then fuck him all weekend. Leave him Monday morning with a black eye to remember me by, Consuelo thought as Rob entered the ring.
"Ven aqui!" she ordered with genuine affection. Rob understood perfectly: Spanish spoken by a woman stoked Rob massively. Grabbing Rob as he walked toward her, Consuelo planted a long kiss on his lips. "That's your beso buenas noches, amante!"
"Thanks!" Rob said, catching his breath and raising his fists.
Consuelo preceeded to work him over. Pushing by his paltry defenses, she concentrated on body blows. At intervals she'd ask Rob if he wanted to kiss her ass or suck on her tits, knowing full well the answer was "Yes!" When Rob tried to answer, a right or a left would punish his head.
By round three, Consuelo was moving up and down between his midsection and jaw and weak chin. It will happen, she reminded herself. Hang on!
It was harder for Rob to stand or keep his fists up. He could feel the knockout coming on the horizon and accepted it. Maybe he had another round before all that female strength was perfectly concentrated and Rob would experience a profound knockout.

"Okay mi amante, let us look you over!" Consuelo had let up on her beating and steadied Rob by his shoulders. His glassy eyes opened and closed and he made faint swipes with his fists at where he guessed Consuelo was standing. Rob knew Consuelo's ample hips and thighs would be the perfect place for his face to land when she finished him off, an event his dizzy brain expected momentarily.
Consuelo stepped back, her heart pounding in her chest. Kissing her right boxing glove, she pulled her fist below her waist. "Pleasant dreams, Rob!"
BAM!!!
Rob jerked from the canvas a few inches, letting out an agonized "OOOOHH!" and smacked the canvas loudly.
Seeing her male opponent unconscious, Consuelo felt a hot tide rise from the base of her body and she began to shake and groan with pleasure. She dropped back against the ropes, holding tight as the orgasm blasted through her. Exhausted, Consuelo sank to the canvass, sated and smiling at Rob.

When he woke, Rob was still on the canvas. Consuelo was straddling him, sitting on his legs.
"No, Rob, not yet!"
Consuelo took of her top and Rob felt groggy pleasure at her big tits.
She grabbed Rob by the back of his head and yanked him upward, burying his face in her cleavage.
"Vaya al sueneo!" Rob heard as the smooth flesh of Consuelo's tits sealed his nose and mouth shut. "Dormir como un bendito...un bendito!"
Sleep seeped back into Rob's body and he gave up trying to breath. Slowly his arms went limp and warm blackness swallowed him whole.

They spent the weekend fucking in Rob's apartment. When Consuelo left Sunday night, she gave Rob a well deserved good bye kiss, followed by an equally loving left hook. He woke an hour later with a deep purple bruise under his right eye.

The Three Women - Part One

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Christina the Finish

The week after our first match, I knocked out Christina again. Our match would have over then. Christina was going to sleep right through Emma the Ref's ten count, but the bell saved her. Limp as a rag doll, she got carried back to her corner where the seconds, Desiree and Miki, revived her. Eventually.
Christina had promised to lay me out in front of the Amazonia Boxing Club's entire membership and there she was: still dazed and confused, grinning like an idiot into space. I just had to apply the left right combination that put her down just a little harder...

When the bell clanged for round five, Christina came out looking pretty angry. Fine with me short stuff, I thought, you are cute pissed off.
Christina shifted to the defensive this round, concentrating on blocking my punches, keeping a determined stare on me.
"You seeing anyone?" she asked between jabs at my face and chest.
"No one in a while." I responded, poping a hard left on Christina's face.
"That's too bad!" Christina barely registered the hit she took. "I hoped there would be someone to pick the pieces of you up once I'm finished."
"Me, too! Have any possibilities?"
"I wouldn't touch you with a..."
BAP!!
I uppercuted Christina as soon as she partially lowered her gloves to rag on me. As she staggered, Christina's arms fell to her side and simply dangled. I softened her midsection with a few combinations before my right hook put her on the canvas.
Christina didn't sleep this time. Instead, she sat on her ass, legs open in a wide, suggestive  "V."
I just can't get this right!, I grumbled to myself as Emma the Ref began the count. Christina had shaken her head clear by "Five" and was standing at "Eight." I could tell she was still focusing her vision, but the determined stare was refixed on me.
"Hey, Chris!"
"What?"
We were moving in deliberate semi circles around each other, but not swinging. It felt like both of us were waiting.
"I have a deal..you interested?"
"Sure!" I answered.
"If I knock you out by the end of this round, you'll go out with me?"
"I'll do it even if you don't!" I answered. "I'll pick you up when you're released from the hospital!"
And with that smart remark I broke my own rule of boxing a smaller woman: be wary of them.
BAM!!

I've been put out cold by women before this match. But they were always the Amazon type, with the height and weight advantage.
Christina put all her strength into that one shot to my jaw.
I was out cold, sound asleep for ten minutes. Emma the Ref told me I had a raging woody while she counted me out, cheered on by every woman at ringside.
When I was finally awake, I could not tell you my name or Emma's or the one attached to the girl who floored me. Christina reminded me of all that over dinner a few nights later, while providing a full rundown of my KO defeat. I couldn't let a girl like her slip away!