Cat Girl Graduates

"What are your plans for her now?"
Newly minted Justice Force agent Cat Girl had just been KOed by Gentleman Johnny in the boxing ring of the Justice Force Headquarters Gymnasium.
"Walk her to the infirmary when she comes around," Johnny told Power Princess, Justice Force Commander. He undid his boxing gloves as they both surveyed the unconscious girl laying in a pile at their feet. Seeing the expression on Johnny's face as he looked at Cat Girl, her legs wide open in a "V" Power Princess recalled that Johnny was only a reformed bad guy. Along with joining in many of Justice Force's crime fighting crusades, Johnny had seduced a number of super heroines, including herself. Now it looked like he wanted to add Cat Girl to his list.
Power Princes knelt next to slumbering newbie and was forced to admire her nerve, along with Cat Girl's extremely fit body. Cat Girl had very recently graduated from Justice Force Academy, first in the class, which added to her already large reservoir of arrogance. Treating all classmates with haughty contempt didn't make her any friends and the habit of calling older, male crime fighters "gray hairs" or "golden dicks" had landed her in a match with Gentleman Johnny.
Johnny had worked Cat Girl over thoroughly until round four when it was obvious she was completely wasted. Johnny pressed her into one of the turnbuckles.
"Wait...wait!..." said the groggy Cat Girl. Through the popping stars and spinning wheels of color, she could see the older man was ready to slug her. Cat Girl struggled to raise her gloves to her face.
"Johnny...are you...gonna...knock me...out?"
"Out cold."
Despite physical and mental exhaustion, cold electricity moved through the beaten fighter and she began waving her fists as if to chase Johnny away.
"Plea...zzz...don't..knock...me...out..."
Cat Girl was frightened and aroused.
"Sorry Cat Girl, you need to learn a lesson in humility and respect. Time to go unconscious!"
BAM!!
the right hooked into Cat Girl's jaw perfectly. A feeling of  deep relief struck Cat Girl as blackness consumed her.

Cat Girl began to sigh as her head of straight, silky black hair rocked on her shoulders. Power Princess, looking down with a mixture of disappointment and affection, was the first thing Cat Girl saw through the slits of her opening eyes.
Even half awake, Cat Girl was taken with the Justice Force leader. A statuesque, powerfully built blond, Power Princes was a natural leader that all the cadets were drawn to and Cat Girl felt the attraction again. She imagined Power Princess taking her in her long muscular arms and holding Cat Girl to those full breasts. That would feel so good, Cat Girl mused.
"Agent Cat Girl, you need to be on you feet!" snapped Power Princess, ending the younger girl's daydream. Painfully, Cat Girl reached for the ropes to haul herself upwards.
"Johnny," said Power Princess. "I'm going to escort Cat Girl to the infirmary, where she'll likely be spending the night."
"I understand," Gentleman Johnny answered, adding "I can wait till tomorrow night." to himself.
"You can wait till tomorrow night."
"Yes, ma'am," he said and left the gym

"Cat Girl, have you learned from this experience with Johnny?"
Cat Girl, still groggy, focused. "Yeah...he thinks with his dick."
"Very true!" Power Princess conceded, reaching to pick up one of the boxing gloves Gentleman Johnny left behind. "What else?"
"Nothing."
"No, try again. Johnny is older, bigger and faster than you in the ring, so I hope you've learned the folly of fighting a male opponent like him without having more experience...just because you like sex with older men."
The last phrase fired a nerve in Cat Girl, who swung wildly at Power Princess, who stepped out  range. As if they were dance partners, Power Princess followed Cat Girl's lead and slugged her flush on the jaw.
reality stopped suddenly for Cat Girl, standing stiffly, staring into space, but seeing nothing. As she she dropped to the canvas, Power Princess caught her.
"Come on, stay with me!" Power Princess propped Cat Girl back on her feet and slapped her face a few times, clearing the younger woman's head.
"Being impulsive is no good in crime fighting," said the Justice Force commander. "If I were a bad guy like Lady Gwen, I'd of escaped you."
Cat Girl was shaking her skull and looking warily at Power Princess. "You...bitch..."
"Yep!"
Power Princess transferred the boxing glove to her other hand and pasted the other side of Cat Girl's face. The newbie agent went down hard on her ass, semi conscious and groaning. Power Princess waited a few seconds and then stood Cat Girl up.
"Now, an intelligent girl would have taken her lumps from Gentleman Johnny and changed her attitude. But you're not being very intelligent, are you?"
Cat Girl nodded at Power Princess and flinched when she saw the boxing glove hurtling her way.
SMACK!! was all Cat Girl heard before going out cold.
When her eyes fluttered open a few minutes later, Cat Girl was seated in her corner, stripped of her boxing gear. The dazed girl looked passively at the clothes laying on the canvas and then at the only thing she was still wearing: her pink undies and black boxing gloves.
Power Princess hauled Cat Girl upright a third and final time, having decided the disciplinary action was almost finished. Cat Girl put all the strength she could muster into keeping her eyes open wide enough to see Power Princess slip on both boxing gloves. Cat Girl was enthralled, watching Power Princess step back to size up the distance between them. She knew what was about to happen.
A harsh, left-right combination snapped Cat Girl's head side to side. Mouth fallen open, Cat Girl felt her eye lids droop shut. Hours seemed to go by for the pummeled young crime fighter, waiting for Power Princess to finish her off.
Cat Girl was too numb to feel the final blow. Blackness dropped on her and Cat Girl drifted downward like an autumn leaf onto Power Princess' shoulder.
"Johnny can have you tomorrow night, sweet heart," Power Princess told the unconscious girl. "You're getting your graduation present tonight."

The Lucky One - The Conclusion

Evan preferred Asian women, so he gravitated instinctively to May, ignoring stories about her and Desiree. Experience had demonstrated just how flexible women actually were and he continued to pursue May until she surrendered.
As he undressed the cheerfully drunk May, Evan listened to the disjointed history of the relationship with Desiree, muttering "Yeah? Oh yeah?" as he moved along. When May stood completely naked, she let out an expectant laugh and they kissed. Evan gently shoved her onto the bed and their lips met again.
"Evan...are...you going......!"

For two months, the triangle held. Evan was getting laid by the woman who fulfilled his fetish, while May was on her way to becoming Baby Jill's second mom.
May shifted her post-coital chatter with Evan from what an excellent fuck Desiree was to how Desiree's daughter was doing in preschool. Evan had the distinct feeling he was cheating with another woman's wife.
One afternoon, Evan got a call from Peter, asking him if he wanted to have a beer at The Clam Sandwich, a bar near the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"We both have women younger than ourselves," Peter said as they drank their Guinness. "We're lucky because we have fine women in our lives. But the problem with young girls is that they need guidance, a lot of it." 
Evan agreed by smiling.
"May needs direction, Evan, and I think you're the man to provide it."
Before Evan could protest, Peter continued. "Don't get me wrong. I like May and I appreciate having her around. I need to concentrate on the two health centers I manage plus a list personal training clients that is expanding. But I'm a married man, Desiree and Jill are everything to me."
"Never doubted it." replied Evan.
"May needs to channel her affection, learn to balance her feelings so they all don't bleed in one direction."
"They should also be directed to a second party?" asked Evan. Peter smiled, seeing that he was understood.
"Exactly."

The challenge from Evan surprised and perplexed May, but she wasn't scared to fight her lover, despite his advantage in height and arm length. The pair had been fucking so intensely for so long that even the idea of Evan hurting her seemed improbable. May accepted, convinced the match would be a kinky stimulant for their already vivid sex life.

Evan went easy for most of the bout at the Amazonia; half-seriously, half-flirtingly tagging May with punches that were delivered like foreplay. Pulling her into repeated clinches, Evan told May how strong she looked in her boxing outfit, how much she meant to him and what he was going to do to her when they got back to his place, all the while pounding her midsection.
When May reached her very familiar peak of arousal, Evan knocked her out cold.
May felt herself fly off her feet, the ring rushing by and then vanish into darkness.
The Asian girl landed a few feet from the spot where Evan had slugged her. Laying on her back, May's body shivered from an orgasm as Emma the Ref began the ten count.
Dreams of Evan, Desiree and Miley Cyrus flickered and merged erotically in May's brain.
When Emma shouted "Out!" over the sleeping girl, Desiree and Peter scrambled over to the unconscious May. As she helped lift and carry her lover to the corner, Desiree recognized the moisture that drenched the front of May's trunks.

May stayed away from both Desiree and Evan once she recovered, but it was futile. She was still in love with Desiree and the family that had sprang from their being together. Whenever she reran the last moments of the match, Evan's glove about to collide with her face, May felt a new intensity for him, that almost equaled how she loved Desiree.
Before they were reunited, May considered a three way, but decided against it. Balance was needed and May was going to find it.