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.