A Worshiper

In mixed boxing, Donna encountered two kinds of "pussy worshipers" in the ring. First, there were men who wanted to be knocked out by a woman. They wanted sex with her badly, but the woman they loved had to defeat them in combat first. The second, smaller group, wanted to fuck as much as the first, but these men wanted to do the knocking out.
Rich challenged Donna to a KOs only bout, assuming the attractive 44 year old blond would be a push over. In the previous three months since joining the Amazonia Boxing Club, Rich had three twentysomething adversaries sleeping on the canvas before round five. Donna witnessed two of those fights and realized Rich was a big brawler, who enjoyed putting those girls down. I'll change that, she told herself.

Taking on slobs like Mike since high school had taught Donna mobility. Looking for a showy victory, the males kept up continual pursuit. In the sixth round, Donna slipped onto the ropes and Rich opened up, pounding into Donna's torso.
She crouched, her arms right in front of her chest and face as best as she could place them. Her eyes kept pace with with Rich's elbows.
"Ready, old lady? Ready for a nap!?" Rich taunted, delighted with the way the fight was going.
Donna made no answer, only stoically absorbing the few punches that breached her defenses.
"Why don't you let me clear out the cob webs from your.."
WHAP!
POW!
"...puh...see...."
The right dug into Rich's solar plexus, spiraling agony through his body. A left upper cut popped his head back and he sagged limply. Smiling stupidly, he dropped to the canvas on his stomach.
Electric bliss washed over Donna. She felt completely alive.

Like a rodeo wrangler, Donna went to her knees beside Rich and violently flipped him over on his back. He moaned softly.
"Not asleep, asshole!?" asked Donna, glad he was not totally knocked out. She patted his crotch and found his erection.
"A worshiper!" Donna whispered and then added, louder, directly in Rich's face. "Pussy worshiper! Just can't wait!"
Rich's dim, clouded vision took in six Donnas collapsing into and separating from each other as they straddled his body.
"Dream about fucking me!" they all said together. Multiple Donnas kissed their right glove and swung it down.
Rich saw blackness.

Donna sat in her corner for a minute, catching her breath between long drinks from a water bottle. Walking back to Rich, she carried a business card with her email address and cell number and a blue ribbon. She yanked her victim's trunks to his ankles. The woody had barely shrank. Donna was very tempted, boxing always made her horny, but decided Rich would do the work, not her.
She fastened the card to Rich's cock with the ribbon, securing it with a bow.
As she walked away, Donna was struck by another urge. Slug Rich one more time to prolong the Dreamland tour. Instead, she left a kiss on his lips.

Mrs. Mitchell the Knockout

At eleven thirty on the night of my twentieth birthday, I stood in the bedroom of my neighbor, Mrs. Mitchell. One of my cherished dreams was about to become reality.
Veronica Mitchell, one of my mom's best friends since they were the Girl Scouts, strode in from the bathroom, wearing a flattering blue one piece bathing suit and a smile.
"You like it, Jon?" she asked me, twisting her hips invitingly.
Recently divorced and in her late forties, Mrs. Mitchell was exactly what I wanted her to be: a hot older woman, with big tits, long legs and a beautiful face that hinted at "slutty." Since about five minutes after puberty hit me like an avalanche, I wanted to fuck Mrs. Mitchell, as I was taught to call her. When her marriage began to unravel, she spent a lot of time at our house, helping my mom put dinner together and often staying for supper when my dad got home. I was in high school then. Mrs. Mitchell had a teasing way of flirting with me, especially when we were left alone.
As I got older, Mrs. Mitchell advised me about girls, which ones were "keepers" and which ones were "good for something, but not much else." I got the feeling she was waiting for something to happen.
"Of course you like it!" Mrs. Mitchell answered for me. "I've taken up boxing since I cleared my husband out of the picture. Do you box, Jon?"
Mrs. Mitchell bent over the side of her bed, reached far under the box spring and retrieved a gym bag. I stood speechless, staring at her legs and half exposed ass cheeks.
"I can't hear you!" snapped me out of the trance. She flung the bag on the bed and opened it.
"Ah...yeah...sure..."
"Good! Know how I know I like a man?"
My tongue barely moved. "How?"
"I want to fuck and beat him senseless." Dumping out four red boxing gloves, she threw a pair in my direction. "You want me to knock you out, Jon?"
Her voice sounded like it did when I was in high school.
"Because I will fucking knock you out! Put 'em on, boy!"
I pulled my shirt off and Mrs. Mitchell nodded approval. Clumsily, I worked on my gloves.
"You still popping Daphne Wilcox's cookies, sweetheart?"
The question jolted me. The answer was "YES!" I'd been dating Daphne for the month and a half since I came back from college for summer vacation. Daphne was one of the girls who was "good for something, but not much else."
"Yes...yes I am!" I began to panic.
"Now, Jon," Mrs. Mitchell said in a calming, maternal voice. She walked toward me, seductively banging her gloves together at chest level. "I'm not making a marriage proposal, I'm out of that business. I just want to box with you!"
Mrs. Mitchell took me in along kiss. I thought I was going to cum standing there. I had been fucking Daphne since our second date, but I never was this aroused. The embrace lasted a full minute and then Mrs. Mitchel shoved me away.
"Put 'em up, Jon, so you can get knocked out!"
My entire body flushed. Instinctively, I covered my erection with my hands.
"No, that's okay!" Mrs. Mitchel used her maternal tone again. She brushed away my gloves from my crotch and raised them to eye level. "There's a cure for that condition!"
We touched gloves and began the match.

I never hit a woman before. I knew it was wrong, but the twin urges to fuck and punch Mrs. Mitchell drown me. And with each punch, the urge grew until it was out of control.
I unleashed on my opponent, who encouraged me. "That's it!" "That's what I want!"  she repeated, even when she blocked or ducked out most of my punches.
I smacked her tits with an awkward and unintentional left-right combination. Mrs. Mitchell taunted, "Oh, does little boy want to fight mommy!"
Lust stung me. I swung a roundhouse at Mrs. Mitchell's head, which she sidestepped and fired an upper cut to my chin, putting me out on my feet.
Through the haze and the stars exploding in my brain, I saw Mrs. Mitchell smile. "I know what kind of boy you are! I've always known!"
I swung again, missing by inches. The fog slowly drained away, allowing me to understand her remark.
"Gonna cum, Jon!? Gonna cum in your trunks when I slug you just right?"
My vision focused. I knew I should have been pissed off at what Mrs. Mitchell said, but instead I was horny beyond description. She saw how I was from the hungry look in my eyes and her fist cocked back behind her ear.
I arched my right to my waist and launched it upward.
POW!
BAM!
Multicolored stars streamed around me and I watched the light show for what seemed like hours. Then they  were gone and I could see Mrs. Mitchell on her back, head lolled to the right, eyes closed, mouth hanging listlessly open. A large smile curved her cheeks.
I went light headed and my knees buckled. I was beside the slumbering Mrs. Mitchell and pitched into darkness, never feeling my face smack her tits.

I came back from the knock out punch slowly, looking up at Mrs. Mitchell, sitting next to me on the bed completely naked. There was a purple bruise on her jaw where my fist impacted
. Feeling slender fingers start to fondle my erection, I realized I was naked, also.
"Have a nice nap, Jon?" Mrs. Mitchell leaned in and gave me a strong kiss. "We were both out for awhile! No man ever knocked me cold before. You should be proud of your fists."
Mrs. Mitchell moved back, spreading her legs wide over my midsection "Among other things!"