Helena Returns

Meeting women like Helena was the reason Rob joined The Amazonia Boxing Club. Boxing was great exercise, boxing with women was a fun way for Rob to get what he wanted: laid.
"One man woman" was not the label attached to Helena, which was fine by Rob. He was in lust with the skinny, but shapely blond. The response he got to asking Helena for a match outside the Amazonia was a startling, but appealing "Yes!" If she liked the guy, Helena would do a boxing match at her townhouse, generally in her spacious bedroom.
There was the formality of going of a few dates, a vetting process to make sure the victim was safe to be alone with, but Helena believed, that formality could be waved.
"Any wrestling?" Rob asked.
"If I let you have a rematch." she answered, coyly.
"There will be a rematch?"
"Of course!" Helene assured Rob, as she sized him up. "I never not knock out a guy in the ring, especially someone like you."
"I hope you'll be kind to me."
Helena went with a hunch and invited Rob do her place after two dates, instructing him to bring his fighting gear.
"Don't worry, I have a first aid kit." she told him.

Fists up at the first round, Helena put on her blank-pouty expression, which she knew drove men like Rob crazy. And a distracted opponent was a knocked out opponent.
Rob, of course, became aggressive, pursuing Helena around the ring for two rounds. She ducked or blocked nearly everything he threw. Helena only laughed when she was knocked down twice. The punches were harder the second time, but Helena taunted Rob about how horny he was clearly becoming.
"You need to be careful, boy!" Helena observed, glancing briefly at the front of his trunks with anticipation. "You could trip on the rod you're..."
BAP!!
The left hook slammed into Helena's chin. A galaxy of stars went super nova in the skinny blonde's brain. On Cloud Nine, Helena floated peacefully, enjoying the flashing pinwheels and the warm blackness that consumed her.
When she woke ten minutes later, Helena was not sure if the entire evening had been a dream. But seeing Rob tower over her and the sudden throbbing in her face proved the last hour had been very real.
"I..I..want..."
"Okay, Helena, relax."
Rob guided the clobbered girl to the edge of her bed, allowing her to sit down.
"I want...to..."
"What?" asked Rob.
"I want to...fuck you..."
"I'm sure you do, but you need to rest first. I clocked you good."
Helena's attention drifted, she was making a decision.
"That's why you're here...to fuck..."
Her soft blue eye rolled up and Helena flopped back fast asleep.

They started fucking a few hours after Helena fully recovered. Most of the time, she was continually horny for a man, but Rob's knockout punch unleashed a powerful spirit in Helena. She rode her opponent all night.
Since it was Saturday morning, Helena let Rob sleep in and she made scrambled eggs and toast.Training Rob had gone well for both of them, she decided. There was just one more phase to be completed before she could take total ownership.
Helena wanted to wrestle Rob after he ate a late breakfast. Rob agreed. He'd put her to sleep with one punch, a quick sleeper would be just as effective. Stupid skinny slut, Rob reminded himself.

After preliminary grabbing and locking up, Rob found he was being worked over by the stupid skinny slut. In rapid succession, Rob took a series of elbows to the jaw and gut shots, plus out right punches that Helena called "love taps."
 Helena completed trouncing Rob, now on his knees, with a knee to the chin, dazing the exhausted male. Rob's vision jolted into focus when Helena contracted her lean arms around his throat, keeping blood from his brain.
"You are my bitch, now!" she whispered seductively in Rob's ear as his arms flew in multiple directions to break the hold. Helena pulled Rob against her, wanting to feel his body against her own. Rob weakened and seemed to melt in her arms.
"You going under, Rob!?"
He replied with a vague grunt.
"Okay, then, close your eyes..."
Helena kissed her lover and began singing softly: "I'm gonna knock you out! Mama said knock you out..!"
Every time the purred the words "I'm gonna knock you out!" Helena flexed her bicep further into Rob's neck, pushing him toward dreamland. Her voice had the tenderness of a mother singing to a child and a seductress enticing her lover.
Reality for Rob became quiet and dim and he didn't struggle any further. His hands now rested on Helena's bare thighs.
Helena delivered the final arm squeeze, making her victim "uuufff" passively. Releasing the hold, Helena slipped from under Rob, who fell heavily on the bed.
She yanked down his shorts enough to jerk off Rob, until he came on himself. Helena felt the strong and very familiar pleasure of bringing off the man she had knocked out.
Tilting Rob's head to the side, Helena landed a chop below his ear. Rob shuddered slightly and was still. Helena knew the chop would prolong Rob's trip to Dreamland to an hour, plenty of time for him to rest up and for her to shower and eat lunch. She planned on fucking him all night, so she made him something to eat, too.

Aysia's Big Surprise

We were in the tie-breaker of our best of three knock-outs bout and I decided to make things interesting.
"Let's fight out this last match naked?" I suggested to Aysia.
"What!?"
I always thought Aysia was incredibly attractive- a tall, lithe, brown skinned girl in her late 20s. Her breasts were a little small, but Aysia's round, pretty face and serious, long legs more than made up for that.
"Why not? It will be a fun challenge, see if you can defeat me despite the...distraction."
Aysia gave me a pitying laugh. "Are we full of ourselves?" she asked, mockingly. But I could tell she was looking me over.
"We're both adults..." I began.
"Well, I am." Aysia broke in.
"...and I'll be a gentleman while you're unconscious."
"Me? I'll be KOed? After our last round?"
Aysia had a point. In our last encounter, an hour before, Aysia had pursued me into a corner, pounding away at me for few minutes, until a phantom punch put out my lights. I woke when Aysia waved smelling salts under my nose. She was sweet enough to make sure I was completely recovered before we started our final round.
"Remember who made you say "Good-night" in round one."
Laughing again, Aysia replied, "That was just luck!"
Once again, she had a good point.
I only scored my first win not from superior fighting skills, but from Aysia's carelessness. She threw a straight right, which I ducked under. Aysia's jaw was exposed a few seconds longer than it should have been and I landed a left hook-right upper cut combination, that put her slumbering on the canvas for three minutes.
"Come, let's try it! It will be a fun way to end this!"
Aysia still looked skeptical.
"If your claims are true, then you'll have the pleasure of knocking out a naked man."
Aysia abruptly changed her mind and agreed. We went to our lockers to undress.
Aysia was stunningly beautiful, wearing nothing but her boxing gloves. The training at the Amazonia Boxing Club had created a smooth, toned figure, especially the strong hips and calf muscles. Through the waves of lust that engulfed me, I saw she was stronger than I was. A good thing I brought my insurance policy.
In the empty mens locker room, I switched my gloves with an identical pair that were loaded with sand.
"You're a handsome man!" Aysia nodded with appreciation. "When you wake up, sweet heart, we should be better..."
"Friends?"
"Yes, indeed!"
Aysia gazed at the erection I had since I stepped back in the ring. Her expression was far from fearful.
"Aysia?" I asked.
"Wha?...yeah?"
The impact of my sudden, from the hip upper cut staggered Aysia. Glassy eyed and out on her feet, Aysia swayed like a reed in the breeze, sighed contentedly and dropped face down on the canvas.
I didn't bother with a count.
Flat on her stomach, arms at her sides, gloves turned palms up- Aysia was serene and lovely. I rolled her over on her back and slipped a folded towel under her head. I placed another, larger towel over her torso. I kissed her smiling lips and waited for to come around, which only took a few minutes.

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Tinga

He would never admit it to anyone, even his girlfriend, Jasmine. Not only was Louis dying to fuck Tinga from the moment he saw her, but he desperately wanted the black haired amazon to knock him out in a match.
When he was alone, Louis would jerk off to a mental movie of Tinga working him over against a turnbuckle in a boxing ring, until a final upper cut puts him unconscious at her feet. Louis loved Jasmine, but watching Tinga move during a fight, landing hard punches and jabs on her opponent, made him painfully horny.

Tinga had been fighting since she turned eleven, when her grandfather started her on boxing lessons. It was clear to her abuelo that his granddaughter would become a strong woman, physically and emotionally and that was not a formula for happiness. Boxing, he decided, would be the best outlet for his nieta.
And the old man guessed correctly. Tinga grew to be a fighter, with great strength in her waist and legs. Normal concepts of beauty didn't apply to the boxeadora, whose face always veered away, just on time, from ugly and became genuinely attractive. Radiating from Tinga was female strength, intensely attractive to men like Louis.
Before she agreed to fight Louis, Tinga got to know her challenger away from Jasmine and most of his friends. What she found was that Louis was intelligent, with a sweet, appealing personality - traits in a man that aroused Tinga to the point where she needed to beat Louis up.

Their bout was on a Saturday afternoon at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Jasmine stood in one corner with Louis, massaging his shoulders as she advised him on defeating the amazon, who sat across the canvas, calmly smiling at Louis.
"Hurt her!...a lot!" Jasmine whispered, using the same tone she did when she needed sex.
Emma was the referee. She had already reserved bed space in the Club's recovery room.
Tinga kept close to Louis in the opening rounds, pressing onto him, her arms moving with piston-like deliberation. This was foreplay for Louis, Tinga knew, and a direct provocation to Jasmine.
At the bell for round five, Tinga waded into her male adversary, fixing him to the ropes with a furious pummeling. Tinga wanted Louis to know she cared, to be sure he felt every blow.
Louis wobbled on his feet when Tinga let up on the beating. He saw nothing through his barely opened eyes and his foe's verbal insults were just faint shouting. An orgasm began in his weakened frame, causing Louis to progressively groan louder as he grinned.
"It's coming, isn't amante, mi debilucho?" Tinga taunted. "Your slut never got you off like this!"
The orgasm hit, harsh and fast, making Louis gasp in short bursts, until he gave one long sigh. Tinga finished him with a right to the jaw. Louis landed on his back.
Emma the Ref gave a rapid ten count, as both Tinga and Jasmine stood anxiously waiting; Tinga to be declared the victor and Jasmine to tend to her injured lover.
"TEN! Winner by a total knockout....Tinga!"
Jasmine checked Louis' pulse, which was normal, and his eyes, which were rolled up their sockets.
"He enjoyed every moment of that beating!" Tinga commented, snidely.
"Fuck you!" spat Jasmine.
"Look at him!" Tinga pointed to the erection struggling against the front of Louis' trunks. "You could hang ornaments on the Christmas tree he's sporting and he's out of it!"
Emma the Ref signaled for a stretcher, which was carried in by two Asian girls. They commented to each other in Mandarin about Louis' boner. Emma remained behind as the victim was carried to the recovery room, seeing the tension between the two other women was about to climax.
"When my papa was teaching me how to fight, he said I'd run into men like Louis."
"Yeah?" Jasmine's voice went up an octave.
"And he told me the best way to deal with them was knock their pathetic asses out...!"
"Yeah!" Jasmine was now in Tinga's face.
"It's what they really need from their woman!"
Jasmine's fist swung up at Tinga, only to be halted by Emma the Ref.
"Enough ladies, the fight is over!" Emma pulled Jasmine back and told her to go to Louis.
"Tinga, I know you're going to sleep with Louis, you both want it," Emma explained. "But don't make trouble between them. Jasmine is very territorial!"
Tinga merely grunted dismissively, recalling her grandfather's final remark, that she didn't throw at Jasmine: "A man like that will be your man."

Within the month, Tinga and Louis had fucked. Louis was stupid in love afterward and Jasmine knew why.
Confronting Tinga at the Amazonia Boxing Club, she told Tinga to leave her man alone. That got a snort of laughter from from the Latina boxer.
"If you were giving him what he needed, I wouldn't have nailed him three times!"
Tinga had spent only one night with Louis, but she wanted to insult Jasmine.
"Bitch!" Jasmine took another, pointless, swing at Tinga, who slugged her on the chin. Jasmine dropped effortless to the floor, life less.
"Pera." said Tinga, stepping over Jasmine and walking away.