A Second Chance

 

It was obvious that Amelia didn't see my last punch coming or even feel it. The lights in her pretty black haired head were already dimming when my head shot snapped them off. I couldn't remove my eyes from my ex girlfriend as she dropped to the canvas. She landed on her back, the hard nipples of her big tits pushing against her sports bra.

What made me take on Amelia that afternoon? I wouldn't say, exactly. I just felt the need, the desire, to score a knockout on the woman who ended our relationship weeks earlier. Watching Amelia peacefully slumber through Emma the Ref's ten count left me content, but not really triumphant. When Emma finished with "Ten! You're out!" I wanted to carry Amelia myself to the recovery room.
But Emma, and Amelia's corner people, Desiree and Jasmine, stalked over to the fallen figure, loading her onto a stretcher. All three girls glared at me threateningly, but there was a slyness to Jasmine's look. Jasmine was one of the women I slept with after Amelia ditched me and she was pleased with the fight's outcome.

"How long did I sleep?" asked Amelia, warily searching the room for familiar faces. All she saw was myself, her seconds, and Emma the Ref standing around her bed.
"Five minutes. You feeling okay?" Emma asked.
 "That long?...Every one is...my head..." Amelia glanced at me and smiled. "I'm a good girl...daddy..."
Eyelids fluttering rapidly, Amelia plummeted backward, head mercifully landing on two stacked pillows.  Emma the Ref cursed at me, adding, "Congratulations, Jon, it's a concussion!"
While the women revived my ex, I was consumed by the unconscious girl, like I'd just discovered Sleeping Beauty. Amelia was so beautiful and exposed. I fell in love again.
Amelia was soon awake and sitting up. Now she recognized all of us. Pouting in my direction, she sneered, "Jerk!"

I checked on Amelia a few days later and found her mood improved. She was a woman who never stayed permanently angry with a guy. I drove her to her two, post KO neurological exams and we even went grocery shopping. Without much effort on my part, we were back in bed.
Over breakfast the next morning, Amelia insisted we weren't a couple and if I wanted to keep getting laid, I needed to remember that. I agreed. Being back with Amelia felt great.
For while, we both had other partners, but then we spent more and more time with each other. Our fucking became about who could exhaust the other first. Whenever I looked down at her during sex, I wanted to conquer her to her soul. When I saw the same desire in Amelia's eyes, I decided there was going to be a permanent victor between us.
I talked Amelia into a rematch.

"You know, sweetheart, I'm going to knock you out again!"
Amelia looked startled by my abrupt announcement. "You are?"
"Yeah."
I walked to her, banging my gloves loudly, watching Amelia's brown eyes dilate. "In a few minutes, you're out cold!"
She didn't back away when I got closer. My arms slipped around her waist and I pulled her to me. "You're going to succumb after my first punch. I know what you are, Amelia!"
The last sentence was a reprimand, like a father telling a misbehaved daughter the truth about herself.  Amelia's gloves dangled at her side, her mouth slightly open.
"I'm still mad at you for walking out on me! You need discipline! I'm going to punch your lights out!"
When Amelia exhaled sharply: "Please...daddy..." I gave her a tender kiss.
The blunt upper cut sent Amelia out on her feet. Her lips slowly mouthed some words as she dropped heavily into my arms.

La Yegua

There was only eight years between them.
Sonia had just graduated Blake Mitchell University with her MBA and joined the Amazonia Boxing Club. She was petite and fast in the ring, so quick and strong Sonia earned the nick name "La Yegua" Teddy noticed Sonia at the Amazonia on the day he turned thirty. When he heard her speaking Spanish behind him, Teddy turned and was struck by her bright brown eyes and shiny auburn hair. Latinas always did it for Teddy since college, where he dated a  Colombian political science major. Watching Sonia sparring with his friend Desiree made Teddy want her more.

Sonia turned him down twice, with barely plausible excuses.
"I don't go out with guys like you," Sonia told him with a flirty insolence. This was Teddy's third attempt: a simple offer of coffee after their workout.
"What's wrong with me?"
Sonia looked at Teddy critically, the answer should be obvious. "I know what you're into."
Teddy was still thoroughly confused.
"Into what..."
"You're into old ladies!" Sonia dismissed Teddy with disdain.
After Latinas, older women were Teddy's favorite sex partners. For the last month, he had been with most of the Cougar Clique, a group of forty and older female Club members.
"I couldn't be with a guy who likes senior pussy...like Donna!"
A few nights earlier, he'd gone out with Donna, a fifty-three year old, super fit bottle blond and left her purring in her sleep the next morning. Little brat, he thought, looking at Sonia.
"But I can still knock a guy like you out in the ring!" she added, sarcastically.
That was not an idle threat. In the last few weeks, Sonia fought six men and all were carried out of the ring.
"Whenever you're ready, Sonia."
Sonia became instantly fascinated by Teddy's proposal and probed further. "Oh yeah?"
"Name the time."
She half playfully punched his shoulder. "Nino de mama! I'll put you out!"
"We'll see."
Teddy was already picturing Sonia prone on the canvas, out cold, legs open in a wide "V."
She punched Teddy harder this time, in the chest. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Tomorrow night after hours. Fight to a knock out."
"Yeah!"

In keeping with her nickname, Sonia fought in the ring like a young mare, striking Teddy hard, retreating, and attacking again. That Sonia was aware what Teddy was clear by the tight trunks and sports bra she wore. Continually she told her opponent how boxing with a man made her incredibly horny.
"And I was gonna fuck you after the match, but you're just interested in the old ladies!"
"What?!" exclaimed Teddy seconds before the upper cut struck.
WHAM!
Teddy was out instantly. Sonia looked at her work with deep satisfaction and turned back to her corner.
For the duration of three minutes, Teddy dreamed of Donna and the other members of the Cougar Clique, including Beatriz who used boxing as foreplay.
Teddy woke on his back, barely managing to raise his head to see Sonia's fine ass facing him. Slowly he got up and made his way to La Yegua.
"Sonia...."
The young girl turned nonchalantly just as Teddy launched his own upper cut. 
Sonia's whole body jerked and staggered. She grabbed at the ropes nearby as blackness flooded her brain. With loud groan, Sonia fell against Teddy's bare chest.
Attentively, Teddy lay the completely limp Sonia on the canvas. He checked the girl's pulse. Satisfied, he folded her gloved hands on her belly and kissed her red lips, that were curled in a smile. He rested beside her as Sonia had powerful erotic dreams of older men.

Karen Loves Len

Karen knew what I was when she looked at me. We were facing each other in the ring at the Amazonia Boxing Club, ready to start our match. I wanted to pull down her tight black shorts to her ankles and dive in face first. I needed to be the reason she felt pleasure.
 "Damn, you are a total Gentle!" she declared to my face, a judgmental smirk on her lips.
I loved boxing with strong women and losing, by a KO if at all possible. Those shorts I wanted so badly to remove showed off her powerful thighs and developed ass. Her breasts were big and "stand up."
It was Karen's hair, bleached almost white, held in a pony tail, and her smile, which radiated sexual aggression and contempt, that I couldn't turn away from.
"So how do you want it, Gentle Boy?" continued Karen. "I am going to knock you out for the count, so how should I do it?"
The words barely made it from my mouth. "We box...and..then you clobber me..."
"I know why you want me to put your lights out!" Karen punched my shoulder. "You think that when I see you flat on the canvas, out cold, with a woody, I'll fall in love with you!" She shoved me a second time, harder. "While you are sleeping on the canvas, you'll have wet dreams about me. I know your kind!"
She glanced at my seconds for the match, Kaylee and Desiree. "And if those sluts give me any static after I finish you, I knock them out, too!"
Karen then gave me a long kiss and pushed me away. "Sweet dreams, Gentle!"

The fight was fast, three rounds. I thought I got in some good shots, but Karen mocked every punch I threw. Her smooth thighs occupied my mind a few seconds longer than they should have and a phantom punch collided with my head. One moment I was fighting, the next, unconscious.

Waking up thirty minutes later, I saw Desiree and Kaylee sprawled on the canvas. Desiree was moaning loudly as she rejoined the conscious world. Kaylee was out cold. I guess they gave Karen static.

Two days later, Karen fucked me like she was possessed by a demon in heat. During the short breaks to catch my breath, I told the details of the erotic dream I had while I slept on the canvas. Karen admitted she had KOed my seconds just for fun.
"I want to fight you again." I told her.
"Really, Gentle Boy?" she asked.
"Yeah!"
"Send you back to dreamland? Sure!"

We arranged the rematch for the next day, since Karen was eager to beat me up again. I had no seconds this time, Desiree and Kaylee were still recovering.
"Last night was incredible, Len!" Karen told me before we started. "I wanted you to know before I flatten you!"
"Thanks. We should do that again."
"And to show you how much I enjoyed our time, I'm going to let you take one free shot." She extended her chin. "Right on the button!"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Karen set her hands behind her back.
I unloaded a right upper cut. Karen stumbled a few paces, searching the ring absentmindedly for the source of the bird's songs she was hearing. Then Karen was sitting on her ass.
"Haay!...wha...hapin...?"
Karen was already half dreaming.
I knelt beside her. "I punched you out."
I shoved her gently. "Good night, Karen!"
Karen smiled and murmured "Gha..nigh.." as she finished her journey to the canvas.

The Body Suit Groupie

 
Boxing with bad girls and super heroines brought Rick to the Amazonia Boxing Club. At this particular moment, he was being worked over by Catwoman. It was the sixth round.
He could sense the knockout happening soon. The brown skinned villainess wore her famous black body suit and red boxing gloves, rained blows to Rick's head and body.
Catwoman found Rick attractive, which was why she strung out the fight so long. If Catwoman ever took on a civilian, he or she was flat on their back, slumbering, by the third round. But Rick was a "body suit" groupie, he had a fetish for strong women in body suits.
"I'm rolling up on you!" she told Rick between punches, but Catwoman doubted that he heard clearly what she said.
Rick slumped on the ropes, arms drawn up to shield his torso and face, a posture that did little good. Catwoman continually pierced the defenses, battering her challenger, whose eyes were glassy and half closed.
Rick was in pain, but he was happy.
Catwoman concentrated on the midsection, until the bell rang, ending the round. She danced back on her heels, allowing Rick a chance to stagger to his corner. Rick sighed and fell to the canvas. Catwoman laughed at the serene smile on the defeated male's face.
Emma the Ref checked Rick and confirmed he wouldn't be moving on his own power for awhile. Catwoman strutted around the ring during the ten count, throwing her fists in the air when Emma declared,"You are out!"

As he was carried back to his dressing room by Catwoman and Emma, Rick dreamed of Lumi. Lumi was a petite, Asian-American college girl who was into geek culture, complete with black rimmed glasses and tattoos. Rick had gone out with her a few nights earlier. They role played a number of knock out scenarios, mostly Rick KOing Lumi. Then they would fuck.
In Rick's dream, they skipped the play acting.

Rick was alone with Catwoman when he came around.
"Hey little boy, you're back!" she purred.
It took a minute, but Rick sat up, eyes blinking at Catwoman, who was slowly shedding her body suit. He removed his trunks, grateful that things were moving even faster than his over heated imagination anticipated.
For the next hour, he was mesmerized by Catwoman's jiggling breasts, her head thrown back with every orgasm. After the last climax exhausted the lovers, Catwoman finally kissed Rick.
"I was really horny and tense from knocking you out cold. But the way you fuck....WOW!"
Catwoman shifted her upper body, brushing her breasts across Rick's face. He kissed the nipples lovingly.
"Good night, bitch!" chirped Catwoman, her arms vining around her lover's throat, pulling Rick face deep into her cleavage. "Go to sleep!"
Furiously, Rick flung out his arms and legs, grabbing at nothing, kicking the air. Breathing rapidly became impossible and Rick felt reality going away, even as he enjoyed Catwoman's flesh on his face. His eyes closed, opened, and closed a final time. Rick passed out.

"Lover boy is taking a nap." Catwoman informed Emma the Ref, who was waiting in the hallway. "I was too much woman for him!"
Emma darted in the dressing room and laughed at Rick sprawled where Catwoman had left him.

Kiki Owns Amelia

"I heard you could help me out."
Kiki was already sizing up Amelia as the young Asian girl approached her in the women's locker room.
"Probably. What do you need help with?" said Kiki encouragingly.
"I..."
"What's your name?"
"Amelia." the younger girl answered.
Being a year out of college made Amelia the youngest member of the Amazonia Boxing Club and she was hesitant about approaching senior members. But Will, one of Amelia's friends-with-benefits
recommended Kiki, who did session work between acting gigs.
"So what do you want to be helped with?"
"I...want someone...to knock me out."
"Oh yeah? Who by? Wonder Woman? Want to get roughed up by a guy?"
"By you." Amelia admitted.
Kiki had a new friend. "Come here."
She lead Amelia into an empty dressing room.
"Now there is something you need to know before we go forward."
Before Amelia could ask "What?", Kiki slugged her hard on the jaw. In the few seconds of  transition to dreamland, she made two furtive steps toward Kiki, who gently took hold of the girl. Kissing Amelia on the forehead, Kiki settled Amelia on the rub down table. Kiki circled the cell phone number on her business card and wedged it gently between Amelia's demure breasts.

Sometime went by before Amelia realized Kiki had given her a free sample of what she could be done for a client. Amelia wanted more.  The session was arranged for next Saturday.
During their conversation, Amelia gave Kiki the basic details of her fantasy. "And I've always wanted an older man to punch me out."
"Okay." said Kiki casually. The sound of fingers playing on a laptop keyboard was distinct on the line. "What kind of man?"
"Older, in his forties or fifties."
"Kind of on the paternal side, but still sexy?"
A jolt of arousal hammered Amelia and she gleefully uttered, "Yes!"
"Got it. Anything else?
"After the match, when I come around, I want to..."
"Understood." Kiki gave her the price for a three hour session. Amelia agreed. "See you Saturday afternoon."

Amelia parked her car in one of the few available spaces by the entrance to Curvies, a former work out center that Kiki used for sessions. Her heart raced when she saw the door being opened by Kiki,  who decked her only a few days earlier.
"Come on in, Amelia, how are you?"
Kiki was wearing white, foxy boxing trunks, cut almost to her hips. Her melon like breasts filled out a peach-red bikini top. When Amelia handed her a wad of cash, secured by two rubber bands, Kiki guided her to a large room that housed a boxing ring. Waiting for them at one of the turnbuckles was tall, well built man in trunks. His azure eyes and salt and pepper hair were the first thing Amelia saw.
"This is Victor, an old friend of mine. He's going to help us out today."
"Hello, Amelia."
His deep voice made Amelia melt inside.  "Hello..."
"I'll take care of this," said Kiki turning to leave. "Amelia, tie up Victor's gloves."
Victor extended his arms, wrists up, to Amelia, who grasped the white laces and pulled on them hard.
"You are a pretty girl, Amelia!" Victor said when their eyes met. "Especially your eyes. Did you know that?"
Amelia pulled hard on the knot she just tied.
"Do any of the boys tell you that? How beautiful you are?"
When she finished with the second glove, Victor held it in her face.
"Say good night to Daddy!"
Amelia heard the "WHAP!" of leather striking her face and she dropped into blackness.

When the darkness was gone, Amelia was laying in the center of the ring. As she sat up, carefully, Amelia discovered she was wearing red boxing gloves when she tried to sooth the throbbing in her cheek. Then she saw she was dressed in foxing boxing trunks like Kiki's and a tight top. Strong female hands clasped her arms and moved her to her feet.
"I got you ready for the match, honey. I hope you don't mind."
It was Kiki who steadied the young girl as Amelia's vision cleared, revealing Victor walking to them from the opposite corner.
"I helped out, too." he said. Amelia felt a warm shiver. She had been unconscious and naked in Victor and Kiki's hands.
"You ready?" Victor asked. Amelia shook off the residual pain and dizziness and rasied her gloves. "I'm ready!"

Victor was gentleman about giving Amelia her heart's desire. Slow and methodical, Victor hit Amelia hard, concentrating on her body, giving her a few seconds to savor the agony, before unloading again.
Amelia felt the knock out coming faster with each blow she took. When Victor saw the sweetly exhausted look she had in her eyes in round three, he finished Amelia off.
Victor and Kiki carried the slumbering Asian girl to a bed room beside Kiki's office. They stripped off her trunks and top, but kept here boxing gloves on, folding them over her pussy. They took digital pictures of the defeated girl and left her to sleep off the KO.

Victor took Amelia when she recovered. They agreed to met that weekend for dinner. As she was leaving, Kiki asked her to wait a minute.
"You're not finished here."
"What?" Amelia sighed, still feeling the afterglow of her time with Victor.
Kiki's fist swung out from behind her back and crashed into Amelia's face. Stars detonated around Amelia. Kiki carried her to the dressing room. She'd get to know Amelia.

Muscle Girls

 

 

Muscle girls had been easy to knock out. That had been Jon's experience since joining the Amazonia Boxing Club three years ago. Maybe he fought them a little harder than other guys because Jon wasn't intimidated by "thick girls." In fact, Jon loved the amazons since he saw Wonder Woman on TV at age thirteen.
He knew that, despite their obvious size and strength advantages, muscle girls were not often the best boxers. When they did detonate the right kind of punch, the impact left Jon on the canvas, fast asleep. Most of the time, he moved faster and hit quicker, leaving the opponent floored like Fantine, who was motionless and spread eagle before Jon.
Fantine, a lawyer of Haitian background, had been body building since the start of college. Being aggressive with men thrilled Fantine and possessing a powerful body and pretty smile gave her a serious advantage in inter gender encounters. She had been over confident with Jon, who out fought and then knocked her out cold in round five. Both boxers were aroused by mixed combat, but Jon channeled all that sexual energy into punching. Jon won because he was hornier.

Opening a tab of smelling salts, Jon sat Fantine up and waved the chemicals by her nose. With a sharp jerk, Fantine was awake. Seeing she was in her challenger's arms, Fantine looked at Jon and said "fils de pute!"
"What's wrong?" asked Jon as he helped Fantine to stand. He laughed to himself at Fantine's insult. The woman boxer wobbled and Jon clasped her around the waist, encouraging her to lean against him.
"Take it slow," he urged her. "I pasted you good!"
"You sure did." the girl responded as they edged closer to her dressing room.
This had been an after hours match, so no one was around to see the man who gave Fantine her first KO defeat help her from the ring. That thought took some of the edge off her headache.

Fantine sat in a folding chair, collecting her scattered thoughts, while Jon untied her boxing gloves.
"You are such an asshole!" she told him. "That's the correct English word for what you are, right?
Jon glanced up at her. "It sure is."
Neither spoke while they removed their gloves and Fantine was able to flex her fingers. "That's how this game works, Miss Fantine. We punch each other until one of use goes down...and out, in your case."
"Asshole!"
Jon retrieved a half filled water bottle, which he handed to Fantine, while admiring her perfect thighs and 'handful" breasts. He understood her anger. Fantine had been out maneuvered by a male opponent who read her weakness even before they stepped in the ring.
Fantine got to her feet and asked Jon if he treated his girlfriend like this.
"I'm not seeing anyone right now." he said. "But the answer would be 'No', of course."
The amazon moved closer to Jon and kissed him. As his lips ran back and forth from her throat to her mouth, Fantine began counting, letting Jon's hands move across her waist to her gluts and thighs. His hands felt so good that Fantine nearly regretted ending the moment.
 A right hook tagged Jon's jaw.
Fantine gathered him up in her arms and sat him on the rub down table.
"When you wake up, you are going to kiss the ass you groped so much! Understand?"
Jon only stared back, glassy eyed and grinning.
"Then we'll see what happens. Say good night to mama!"
The upper cut finished Jon off.
                                                    .


 

Harley Quinn - Part Two

                                         Three hours later

She made Gabriel as comfortable as possible. When his eyes first opened, Gabriel thought he had been moved to a hospital bed. The soft blankets were tucked up to his chin and his head rested on two stacked pillows. Gabriel felt warm and relaxed.
Then his entire body ached all over all at once.
"I knew you would get off on that, Gabriel!' Harley said joyously.
Through the pain, Gabriel looked Harley in the eyes. "Get me some aspirin."
 "Sure pudding!"
Harley returned with a glass of water and the medication. "You know, Harley, I did enjoy our fight."
"You did?' Harley was surprised at the confession. She had punched her new found love pretty hard.
"It made me think."
"About what?" she asked.
Gabriel gently, but swiftly, embraced and kissed Harley Quinn. The zipper on her red and white bodysuit came down as a wave of confusion moved through Harley.
"No..no.." she murmured, as she pulled back in a panic. "You can't...I'm..."
Gabriel drew her back and the top of the suit fell away, revealing bare shoulders and arms and breasts, all of which Gabriel caressed softly. Harley removed her jester's cap and Gabriel reached to untie her black eye mask.
"NO!" she blurted, grasping his wrists. Her eyes burned into his. Then she guided his hand back to her body, where Gabriel completely removed her body suit. Harley was occupied removing his jeans.


                                      9 a.m. Saturday

When Harley woke and rolled over, she found Gabriel sleeping soundly. Kissing her lover, she played with his hair for a minute until he opened his eyes. He took her in his arms.
"Gabriel, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Are we...friends?"
Gabriel was surprised by the question. "Yes, we are!"
"Good! Because I really enjoyed last night. I wondered if I could come over sometimes...when I feel.."
"Lonely?" asked Gabriel, gently, realizing that a notorious criminal, wearing nothing but her eye mask, had just proposed they get serious.
"Yeah...that too! And we could do stuff together...I mean, not just this."
"Of course, Harley! I like you a lot." He kissed Harley Quinn and real happiness consumed Harley for the first time in many years.
As Gabriel sat on the side of the bed, pulling on his socks, asking Harley what she wanted for breakfast, she hugged him warmly from behind. "And we can play rough, Gabriel?"
"Any time you want!"
"Great!" blurted Harley.
The first neck chop put Gabriel in a KO daze. He wasn't asleep but he was not awake when he slumped on Harley's chest. Tilting his head sideways, exposing the throat, Harley kissed a spot below his ear and delivered a second blow. Gabriel settled into prolonged knock out.
When Gabriel recovered, all traces of Harley Quinn were gone.

                                            

                                                                 
                                             6 p.m. Monday

Going straight to the Amazonia Boxing Club from work, Gabriel saw a small crowd around the front entrance, where an ambulance had backed up. Three EMTs rolled out an unconscious woman secured in a gurney. The disheveled blond hair looked familiar to Gabriel, so he got closer, only to see his ex, Kim, clad in her usual skimpy shorts and top, being loaded into the ambulance.
"What happened?" he asked his friend Peter, who was watching.
"Someone jumped Kim in the women's locker room." explained Peter. "Decked her good."
"Probably another pissed off girlfriend." Gabriel suggested.

                                             8 a.m. Thursday

Five police cars, lights flashing, were lined up by the jewelery store across from his apartment. A woman told him the store had been hit overnight.
"Cleaned it out completely," she added, wondering what Gabriel was smiling about.

                                           4 p.m. Friday

A gift box was sitting on the custodian's desk. It had been delivered for Gabriel, the door man explained
Placing it on his own desk a few minutes later, Gabriel read the note on the lid.
"This is for you, puddin!" it read. "See you at ten!"
Damn yes!, Gabriel thought, lifting away the lid.
A stream of red and white gas issued from the box, covering Gabriel's face. It was quick.
Gabriel felt very relaxed and light headed. He couldn't even fight to keep his eyes open for long. Gabriel dropped to the carpet, content and unconscious, exactly where Harley revived him four hours later.

Harley Quinn - Part One

                                                  5 p.m. Friday

Gabriel was weary as he settled on the couch in front of the wide screen television, which he lazily turned on with a remote. Having just left work and experienced a long commuter train ride, Gabriel was in no hurry for dinner. He just wanted to relax awhile.
Harley Quinn emerged quietly from the bedroom, where she had been waiting for two hours. Resting on her shoulder was a medium sized, long handled mallet. The lady criminal was impatient for Gabriel to come home, she wanted to try out one of her choice weapons.
She stopped behind him, grinned and raised the mallet to the right height above the target's head.
"Say nighty-night!" Gabriel was told by a rough but very feminine voice that reminded him of Bennsonhurst. With the exact force required, Harley Quinn brought the hammer down on his head.
Bright stars were everywhere. Letting out a surprised groan, Gabriel slumped into a deep knockout.
Putting aside her weapon, Harley Quinn dashed around to check on her victim, who had slouched into the comfortable cushions, his body completely limp.
"That's great, Gabe!" she declared to the unconscious male after thumbing his eyelids and seeing only whites. "Now you sleep tight!"
She patted his cheek and left to get her equipment.

                                            Two hours later

Gabriel came out of dreamland, eyes opening steadily until he took in the entirety of his spacious, 12th floor apartment. A digital camera rested on a tripod, recoding everything that passed in the street below. Standing over him was a stunning woman in a red and white harlequin body suit.
"Harley? Quinn?" he asked when his head stopped swimming.
"In the flesh, cutie!" Harley replied, placing her hands firmly on her hips. "Feel better after nap time?"
For a few moments, Gabriel said nothing. Standing before him was a woman he'd seen a dozen times on the news, perpetuating some crime with her partner The Joker, and being brought to justice by Batman or Wonder Woman. The body suit revealed every contour of Harley's athletic body, especially her round breasts and well developed ass. Harley's smile, erotic and aggressive, bolted Gabriel in place while her brown eyes pierced him.
Gabriel fell completely in love.
"Hey! You okay down there?"
Gabriel shook his head. "Now that you mention it, I do have a headache."
Harley exploded in happy laughter. "You got a sense of humor! I like that! A lot of guys I conk on the head have no sense of humor when they wake up!"
Darting quickly to the camera, Harley made quick adjustments to the tripod and checked the battery power. "I'm glad you can take a joke, because we're going to be together all night!"
"Why?" Gabriel asked.
Harley went back to her prisoner. "Because I need to record the security protocols of the jewelry store across the street. And your apartment gives me the perfect place to watch!" Harley looked at Gabriel apprehensively. "What's the matter, don't you want me around?"
Gabriel realized Harley's voice belonged to an aggressive kupie doll. "No, no, I could use the company."
"Great!" Harley exclaimed. "I made a new friend! Gabriel?"
"Yeah?"
"You're cute! Pleasant dreams!"
The edge of Harley's extended right hand hammered the side of Gabriel's throat. Pain stabbed his brain and Gabriel fell heavily on the couch, out cold.

 One hour later

The living room ceiling was the first thing Gabriel saw when he woke. Then he saw Harley's smiling face.
"Hope that didn't hurt too much? I like it a little rough, makes beating up men more fun!"
Rubbing his aching neck, Gabriel sat up. "You like doing that?"
"A lot! Guys look so sexy when they are out for the count!'
 Gabriel had heard the exact statement a number of times at the Amazonia Boxing Club, most recently from his ex girlfriend, Kim, who had knocked him out in three boxing matches.
"And how do I look?"
Harley pulled back like a snake had leaped at her. She told the truth nervously. "You are really cute."
Both were silent for a moment as Harley rechecked the surveillance equipment.
"I looked around the place while you were 'lights out.' I hope you don't mind."
"Nope. I'm your prisoner."
"Yeah, you are!' Harley was less nervous now. "I see you don't have any pictures around here. No one special in your life?"
"I have an ex," said Gabriel, settling back on the couch. She and I broke up a few weeks ago. I thought we were serious..."
"I know." Harley's face softened. "I had someone, too. You probably know him?"
For a few years, Harley Quinn had been The Joker's paramour and partner in crime. Their very public and violent separation was broadcast on all the media outlets. "He never really...loved me..."
"No, he didn't" Gabriel confirmed.
"And your girl?"
"Maybe she thought she loved me for while, but not for very long."
"What was her name?"
"Kim Caldwell. I see her at the Amazonia Boxing Club sometimes."
Harley was pleasantly surprised. "You box with women?"
Gabriel looked away, embarrassed. "Yeah, kind of...pretty often."
"Puddin, that's nothing to be ashamed of! I like fighting, too!"
Harley, thrilled at Gabriel's confession, retrieved a gym bag from her equipment, and removed a pair of white boxing gloves. She pulled them on her hands and approached Gabriel, who felt an interior fire burst out. Boxing with Kim always made sex better after a go in the ring.
"I'm going to be here til morning, so let's have some fun!" Harley declared.
As Harley threw punches in the air at Gabriel, he saw the word "SWEET"  printed in black letters on the left glove and "DREAMS" on the right. He nearly creamed.
Harley was startled but not surprised when Gabriel kissed her as they assumed fighting stances. She had guessed correctly what kind of man Gabriel was: submissive.
"I'm going to beat you senseless, sweetheart!" she said when they broke the embrace.  Harley quickly unloaded on Gabriel with quick, brutal punches. Getting worked over hurt, but Gabriel loved that the beating came from the woman he'd just held in his arms.
The glow of a growing climax was on Harley's face. The glove marked "DREAMS" caught the side of Gabriel's chin, snapping off the lights in his head. He fell heavily onto Harley's right shoulder, arms and legs dangling.
"Ahhh....thank you....Gabriel....!"
Harley Quinn took a moment to steady herself. She felt pleasurably washed out and her legs were unreliable as she carried Gabriel to his bed.

A Happy Ending

 

For session work, Kiki used a space in the rear of the Caldor Plaza , off  Route 46. The year before the occupant was a Curvies fitness center, which relocated for more space. Kiki rented it cheap, the land lord was a very satisfied client she'd met at the Amazonia Boxing Club. She kept the "Curvies" over the entrance for customers to use as a landmark.
She also met Stan at the Amazonia through Will, a mutual friend. After two conversations outside the Club, Stan agreed to the two hour "Happy Ending" session. Kiki told him to take public transportation to her location, because parking was limited.
Stan protested that he could walk from wherever he found a spot, but a smile from Kiki ended the discussion.
Stan got off the bus five minutes ahead of the appointment, carrying a gym bag filled with the items Kiki instructed him to bring: shorts, a T-shirt and a pair of boxing gloves. He walked about half the alley behind the strip mall to the entrance of "Curvies." Stan glanced around the empty lane, wide enough for garbage trucks to pick up the dumpsters scattered on the chipped asphalt. Secluded he thought, and went in.

"Great, you found me!" Kiki chirped, stepping out from what was the fitness center's reception desk, extending an open hand to her visitor. Stan clasped Kiki's hand, pressing into it a small wad of bills.
"Be right back!" Kiki sang happily and vanished behind a door marked "Manager".
When she came back out, Stan saw she was wearing a bikini that cradled her melon like breasts and round ass. She also sported a pair of black boxing gloves.
Stan changed his clothes, as directed, in the room next to the manager's. Like the rest of the facility, the room was clean, brightly painted and carpeted. Against one wall was a neatly made up double bed.
Oh, yes! he thought, giving the bed a final glance as he rejoined Kiki.

"I'm ready!" Stan said to Kiki, who stood on what had been the wooden exercise floor, now covered wall to wall with thick blue wrestling mats.
"Let's get to it, lover boy!"
As they circled, Stan felt out Kiki with tentative punches that were efficiently blocked. He realized form the impact of her counter punches that she could hurt him. He enjoyed that show of strength.
"You know, boy, I can knock you out whenever I want!?" Kiki prodded after the exchange of leather increased.
"Doubt it!" Stan answered, finding the "THWACK" of gloves hitting skin arousing.
"There's something you need to remember, Stan!" Kiki advised him, landing a hard left-right combination to his head. "Pussy always knocks out cock!"
Stan shuck off the combination and hammered Kiki's midsection, before launching a right hook that staggered the girl. For a single instant, the girl seemed unfazed. Darkness soaked into her brain and she fell limp to the mats.
The downed fighter only slept a minute or two. When her eyes opened, Kiki felt a drowsy confusion and then panic.
"Kiki?" a male voice called to her. She felt her bikini, it was intact. "You okay? I didn't mean to hit you like that!"
The look of concern on Stan's face was authentic, he hadn't touched her.
A weird anger propelled Kiki to her feet, throwing up her fists. Stan became very apprehensive very quickly. He had seen the same steel look in Kiki's eyes in the past - seconds before taking KO in the ring with other female opponents.
"Kiki, it was an accident! I sure as hell didn't want to....OFFFFFH!"
Hearing Stan plead got Kiki fired up, triggering the gut shot. While he winced in agony, Kiki uncorked an upper cut. Stan murmured "Jasmine...?" and hit the mats like a felled tree.
Kiki gave the boxer a ten count and dragged him into the changing room.

Kiki was on top for the forty minutes they had sex. Stan tried to roll her over during breaks in copulation, but Kiki kept him in his place. After a very short time, Stan was so entranced by Kiki's huge tits and the dangerous look in her eyes, that he submitted.

"What time does the bus come by?" asked Stan when he finished dressing. Kiki, now wearing a white, one piece bathing suit, with tight black shorts, asked to see Stan's driver's license.
"Here..." he said, handing her the plastic card.
She memorized the address and handed it back. "The sex was great, Stan! Lights out!"
She pasted Stan on the chin and he fell across her shoulder, arms and legs dangling lifelessly. Grabbing his bag, she carried the unconscious male to her car, depositing him gently in the back seat, flinging his bag on his lap.
During the drive, Stan briefly woke, catching Kiki's reflection in the rear view mirror.
"How you doing back there, sweetheart?" she coyly addressed him.
Stan shifted slightly and faded back to sleep.

He woke again in his own bed, with Kiki sitting next to him. She had removed all his clothing only a few minutes earlier. She smiled at him, waiting for his head to clear completely, which took a few minutes.
"Ready for your happy ending?" Kiki asked, eyeing Stan's cock.
"Yeah...yeah!"
"Of course you are..."
Kiki began working Stan's penis into a full erection, the slow caress building him to an orgasm. Stan's eyes began to roll in his head and he gasped, louder and louder, until semen spurted all over Kiki's hand and his hips.
While Stan groaned in pleasure, telling Kiki how beautiful she was, Kiki cleaned her hand on the bed sheet and slipped one of Stan's boxing gloves on her right hand.
"That was your happy ending, Stan!' she told him. Kiki rocked her fist back a foot away from her victim's face. "And here's mine!"
The fist slammed into Stan before he could protest. He went out like a light.
Kiki kissed Stan because the afternoon had been fun for her. And, judging by the grin on his face, for Stan also. 

Two Knockouts Plus One

Lewis was after Kaylee because she an unattached blond with big tits. Those three qualities were his main sexual fetish. Later he found out the hair was dyed, but the tits were genuine.
The men at the Amazonia Boxing Club referred to Kaylee as "Miss Cantaloupe" or "Dolly Parton."  Since her divorce the year before, she had slept with a number of men and women, like she was making up for time lost by being married. Lewis seemed, to her, to be a likable guy - intelligent, articulate, and described as a "horn dog" by a number of women. Kaylee couldn't and didn't want to ignore the lust in his eyes when they talked. Fine, she decided, he wants it, he'll just have to earn it!

Kaylee said Lewis would have three tries to knock her out.
"If you can do that," she added. "we can move to the next level. Miss all three times and nothing."
"What if I cheat?" asked Lew.
They were both standing in a ring Lewis had rented at the Amazonia for an after hours match. "What if I clobber you when your back is turned?"
Kaylee touched her glove affectionately to Lewis' chin. "Some guys are assholes and some aren't. I know you aren't, Lewis."
Damn, she's right, thought Lewis, after they kissed and returned to their corners.
The match went one round, which was about the time Lewis needed to see that Kaylee was the better fighter. The discovery came to him seconds before her right upper cut did.
Lewis staggered as his body fell limp to the canvas, where he slumbered for ten minutes.



When his eyes opened, Lewis saw Kaylee standing a few feet away, leaning back, her arms on the top rope of the ring. "God, that makes me hot! I love punching out men!"
Lewis sat up and gazed at his conqueror. "Wha..."
"Beating up guys gets me stoked!"
Giving Lewis a smirk, Kaylee turned slowly around and pushed against the top rope, extending her ass outward. "Go ahead, Lewis, right now!"
He looked baffled. She touched her half exposed ass with one of her gloves. "Start smooching! I knocked you out cold, so kiss it!"
Half stumbling, Lewis went to Kaylee, pressing his lips against her buttocks. She praised his technique and encouraged him. The more he kissed the smooth skin of her ass cheeks, the more out of control Lewis became. He began moving around her thighs to her pussy.
"Good job!" Kaylee said, finally turning back to Lewis. "Good night!"
WHAM!
Her left slammed the top of Lewis' skull. He lay on the canvas again, out for the count.

It was encouraging that Kaylee had let Lewis explore her the way she did, especially on what was their first date. She wants it, Lewis told himself. She's just being a woman.

The rematch was a week later and the four rounds it lasted gave Kaylee a chance to know Lewis better.
He fought straight, never below the waist and was careful not strike Kaylee's chest. A good sign, Kaylee thought. Now, just put him down for the count!
Late  in the fourth she did.
Kaylee had Lewis in a corner, where she focused on hurting his body. Two punches shot up on Lewis' chin, popping his head up, putting Lewis out.
When he drifted back to consciousness, Lewis saw Kaylee leaned on the ropes like the last fight. But she was naked, except for her boxing gloves. Lewis wasn't too groggy to mutter "Yes!"
Kaylee pointed to her pussy with both her gloves. "Lewis, make me your queen."
No more prompting was needed. Lewis dived between Kaylee's legs, kissing her thighs greedily and then probing her clit with his tongue. Kaylee's head tilted back with first surge of pleasure She called out Lewis' name continually, telling him how much she loved him, until her first orgasm.
"Don't stop!" she implored after coming a second time, pushing Lewis head into her vagina.
She let Lewis surface after five minutes. Kaylee's head was swimming and she felt a light headed affection for Lewis.
Throwing a towel at him, Kaylee got dressed as Lewis cleaned his face. They shared a soft kiss and then Lewis was hit with an upper cut.
He slept for ten minutes, dreaming of Halle Berry and Rihanna.


"I was so close to getting it! I could smell it!" Lewis told his friend Marc a few days later.
"So I heard." Marc said.
"I need the gloves."
"You need to win this? Sounds like she'll fuck no matter how it turns out."
"I need the gloves." Lewis insisted.
Marc owned a pair of loaded boxing gloves that helped him win some fights at the Amazonia Boxing Club against women who would have normally destroyed him in the ring.
 "What's your plan?" Marc asked when he handed the gloves to Lewis.
"Put Kaylee's lights out."
"No, after that."
Lewis pretended to consider the question. "Ask Kaylee to be the mother of my children."

Kaylee complimented Lewis on his gift for cunnilingus, honed with practice, she added.
"I wanted to tell you that while you are still coherent, Lewis." Kaylee said as they touched gloves to start their final match. "when you wake up, I'll be long gone."
"Kaylee?"
"Yeah?"
It was the most effective sucker punch Lewis ever threw and he'd thrown a lot in mixed matches at the Amazonia.
Kaylee's eyes rolled up in their sockets. It looked like she was blissfully searching the ceiling.
"Desiree..." she cooed and landed hard against Lewis, who hefted her over his shoulder. He carried the slumbering fighter to her dressing room. Kaylee woke after Lewis took digital pics of her prone and senseless. 

Annie

 The match was in round five. Annie had her challenger, Kate, exactly where she needed her to be -on the ropes, worn down, and groggy.
A tall, curvy woman, Annie worked on Kate like a surgeon, carefully delivering punches where they did the most damage. Kate was crouching down behind her clinched arms, absorbing the blows that battered her failing defense, that exploded on her torso and head. She blurted "OOFFF!" when Annie made a direct hit. Numbness was starting to creep through Kate's body.
"I'll fuck who I want!" Annie informed the younger woman, whose curly brown hair was all the older woman could see over the raised boxing gloves. There were certain things she needed to tell Kate and she wanted to say them to her face, before she slipped off to dreamland."And if it's Martin, he's mine for as long I like!"
Annie shoved Kate's head back, getting a clear glimpse of the bruises on her face and her slack red lips. Before the dazed fighter could readjust her arms, she was hit with a sharp upper cut. Kate's arms fell to her sides and her eyes were expressionless. The brunette had gone out on her feet.
Listen up, Kate, if you can even hear me!" Annie waved her right glove in Kate's face. "This next punch is really going to fuck you up!"
Nothing registered with Kate.
The force of leather impacting Kate made a "WHAP!" that echoed around the gym. Kate went to the canvas spark out cold.
Emma the Ref pushed Annie away and began the ten count quickly. Emma glanced nervously from her friend, prone beneath her, and Kate's boyfriend, Martin.
"Ten! You are out!"
As Emma raised Annie's right fist in the air, unleashing screams of approval from the spectators, Martin raced to his lover's side, checking her pulse and eyes.
"Kate is fucking out!" snarled Martin. Emma waved to the two female attendants out side the ring, who wheeled in a gurney to the unconscious girl. As they rolled her out, Emma calledthe EMTs.

Kate came out of it early the next morning. Both Martin and her brother, Henry, had sat beside the bed all night, neither of them sleeping.
The doctor kept Kate for observation for a week. The pain in her face and body constantly reminded her that she'd been knocked out cold. Martin and Henry took turns staying over night. On the night of Henry's second watch, Martin slept with Annie.

He didn't feel guilt about cheating on Kate with the woman who put her in a hospital bed. From the moment Annie came on to him at the annual Amazon Boxing Club beach weekend, Martin wanted to fuck her. Seeing the older woman pummel Kate senseless got Martin fired up. The purple contusion that emerged under his girlfriend's left eye made him lose control.
Annie didn't need much persuasion, just dinner at Martin's place and she fucked him all night.

"Just once more, before you leave...?" Martin asked Annie from his bed as she began dressing the next morning. Annie pounced back on her lover, pinning his shoulders back with her hands and kissing him. "I know what you want!" Annie purred aggressively.
Annie worked her arms around Martin's neck, holding him in place. Only a few grunts made it out of his mouth before Annie's tits pressed down on his face, sealing off his mouth and nose. Martin struggling made her laugh. "Don't worry, sweet heart, I'm just gonna knock you out! Your kind loves it!"
Spots appeared before Martin's eyes and his arms felt like lead pipes, that, one after the other, fell limp on the mattress. There were a few stifled moans and Martin went out for the count.
When Annie lifted her chest, she could see Martin's eyes were closed and his mouth wide open. Gently, she slapped her tits against his face a few times, but he made no reaction.
"Just like your useless girl friend!"
She pushed his mouth shut. Martin moaned in his sleep. Annie felt a compulsion to slug the unconscious male, leave a black eye to explain to Kate. But he looked so cute in his defeated state, that Annie decided he had potential for the future. 

Beatriz Slumbers

The first encounter between Andy and Beatriz didn't go well for Andy. Spotting the forty-four year old Latina in her loose top and tight skirt at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Andy started talking to her immediately. As a police officer, he should have read his suspect carefully. Beatriz was a tease, who dressed the way she did to attract male attention, which she thrived on.
"I box to keep in shape," said Beatriz, firing a distracting smile as her eyes sized up Andy. Beatriz had maneuvered them into an empty dressing room.
"It shows, especially in that skirt!"
"Yeah?"
"Hell, yeah!" Andy enthused, moving closer to Beatriz as if he were about to make a collar.
Beatriz lowered her voice. "You craving it?"
For second, Andy was baffled and said," Yeah!" like a happy child.
"Then crave this!"
WHAP!!
The knuckles of Beatriz's hard fist hit their target's chin, flinging him to the wall. He got an eye full of her ample breasts as he slid to the floor. All Andy recalled was the curvy beauty tell him, "I need you to know, no matter how hard I hit, I love..." and gave him a kiss just before he blacked out.

A few days later, Beatriz accepted Andy's challenge to a boxing match. There was twenty years between herself and the young officer, but she was not concerned. If you can knock a cute guy out once, the second time should be easy. Beatriz could tell he was angry at being sucker punched, but now his lust was stronger.
The fight was after hours at the Amazonia, in a ring Andy had reserved for between midnight and one a.m. Beatriz wore a blue bathing suit that accentuated her long legs, pleasing hips and round breasts.
"Been dreaming about me, Andy?" she asked him, banging together her boxing gloves provocatively.
"Couldn't stop, especially about what I'll make you feel."
"Feel what?"
"Yourself hit the canvas before you go out like a light!"
"Like you were?" Beatriz reminded him.
"Like you're gonna be!"
The pair circled each other once and then Andy jumped in, launching both fists. The first punch smacked Beatriz in the face, which absorbed the hit. Her upper cut slammed Andy's mid section. Beatriz followed with a pair of cruel, left-right combinations, that put Andy on his ass, dazed and frustrated.
"We done here?" she taunted. "Just let me knock you out so I can go home?"
Still disoriented, Andy got to his feet, shaking his head. Up went his fists.
The two boxers unleashed on each other, keeping very close. Beatriz told Andy how horny she was from being on top of him. Andy ignored the patter and counted the number of times Beatriz hit him. When he saw an opening, Andy landed two gut shots. Agony doubled Beatriz over, directly into the path of a rising glove.
BAM!!
Beatriz heard an explosion, which left her flat footed in front of Andy. Her glassy eyes stared expressionlessly.
"I need you to know, Beatriz, no matter how hard I hit, I love..." Andy said as Beatriz relaxed into inky blackness.
She landed on her stomach, arms by her side, palms up, butt cheeks peeking from her partially hiked up bathing suit. The point of her chin rested on the canvas, displaying the passive smile on Beatriz's red lips. Andy pulled his gloves off, forgetting the ten count.
Sitting down by Beatriz, he gave her ass a playful, but firm slap, enjoying the feel of soft skin on his hands. From deep in slumber, Beatriz emitted a contented moan.
Grabbing his gym bag, Andy pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and black sharpie marker. He crossed the inert boxing gloves on her ass and loosely cuffed them by the wrists. With the sharpie, he wrote his name and cell phone number on the glove, placing a few inches from Beatriz's face. On top of it, he carefully placed the key to the cuffs.
Andy was about to walk out, when he remembered the iphone in the bag. He snapped pictures of Beatriz, restrained and out cold, from a variety of vantage points.
Looking at the prone female, her finely curved body displayed before him, Andy kissed Beatriz and told her she was beautiful.

 

Anna - Part Two

Being owned by Anna had good points. The sex was fantastic from the start and got better as time progressed. Jake was very happy about this, because of a dry spell he had before he getting smacked around by Anna.
However, Anna played rough. At least once a week the lovers sparred at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Anna would give Jake, in the middle of a match, a smile, the same smile she flashed in the bedroom, and Jake would instantly find himself slumped on the canvas or laying on his back in the dressing room.
"A love tap!" Anna chirped, by way of an explanation.
Three months into their relationship, Anna and Jake moved in together. Anna quickly began playing "Cave Woman" whenever she felt frisky. Creeping silently behind Jake, Anna would land a neck chop to her beloved just as her judo instructor taught her. She got a serious thrill doing this to Jake when he was standing. Anna liked watching him collapse on the carpet. Anna would drag him to their bedroom, where she either waited for him to come around so they could have sex or speed up the process by masturbating him into consciousness.

Jake was in love and happy. Besides her aggressive streak, Anna was a great girlfriend, who impressed Jake's family and friends.
On a Sunday afternoon, it happened. They were fighting at the Amazonia when Jake's right hook connected on Anna's jaw. She never saw the punch coming at her. There was s harp "BAP!" and Anna was staggering, watching Jake and the boxing ring sway violently.
Anna tried to fathom what Jake was saying. By the movement of his lips, she recognized her name, but there was no sound. Her limbs and eyes were heavy.
Jake caught Anna as she went off her feet. Gently, he sat her against the ropes, her head resting on the middle rope. Jake kissed Anna on her bee-sting lips

 She sighed at intervals and her eyes began to open. When her vision cleared, Anna stared up at Jake.
"You..you..knocked me ..out.."
"I did." he answered, cautiously.
"Why..why?"
"Anna, how many fingers am I holding up?"
Anna concentrated again. "Three..why did you KO me!?"
"Because I wanted to...remember who your boyfriend is." Anna was certain who her boyfriend was.
"I own you, Jake, why did you do that!?" Anna's voice was confused and urgent.
Jake slipped his arm around Anna's smooth shoulders and under her arm, slowly lifting the groggy fighter. He told her to relax as he guided her to the dressing room, where he eased her onto a small cot.
"You love me Anna, don't you?"
"I do, a lot! But the punch, I don't remember you hitting me."
"But you still love me?"
"Yeah..of course..." Anna's eyes rolled in her head as he voice cut off. Everything went black.

Their life went back to routine. The last seconds of the match before she was knocked out came back to Anna. She ran the memory over and over in her mind, but Anna could not understand how Jake managed it and why. In the bed room and the ring, Anna had always controlled everything. Then, one punch from nowhere and she was on the canvas and powerless.
When she clobbered Jake from behind with the same loving judo chop, he dropped like a sack of stones into her arms. But when he came to in bed, Jake took Anna and Anna enjoyed submitting. The sex was so good, Anna could not resist.
"We need to fight, Jake!"  Anna told him one day. "A real fight!" They were driving to the Amazonia Boxing Club for their regular sparring session.
 "Why? You mad about something?"
Anna fixed her eyes on Jake as she drove. "I'm mad at you and your cock...I can't stop thinking about it!"
Jake stifled a laugh, enraging Anna even more. "I never used to be like this!" she blurted.

Anna wanted to fight to continue until one of them was out cold.
"Fine." Jake answered, seeing how serious his girlfriend felt.
Jake kept clear of Anna in the opening rounds, knowing how badly she wanted to hit him. He would land combinations to the face and torso and then retreat. By round four, Anna was irked enough at her boyfriend to go after him.
Jake ducked a round house and fired a left-right to her chin. Anna staggered, her arms extended to retain her balance. Jake struck a third time
The lights snapped off for Anna. She spun as she fell, landing on her back, arms and legs spread eagle. Jake checked for movement. All he saw was the rising and falling of Anna's chest. He kissed her again on the lips.

 

Anna - Part One

Jake was not sure what he wanted by getting in the ring with Anna, but he knew what to expect. Two weeks earlier, Anna knocked out cold his two friends, Will and Desiree, at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Desiree had a purple shiner from the encounter. Jake thought it made her look very attractive.
What Jake thought when he looked Anna over, what drove him to the challenge match, could be called lust.  But the desire he experienced was like the high he felt when he discovered women as a teenager and not his usual, adult "I NEED TO FUCK HER!" excitation. Jake was drunk watching Anna, a light - brown skinned fighter with 38DD breasts, work the heavy bag or jump rope. Standing ringside as Anna finished off Desiree, Jake had to clutch the ropes to keep standing.

Anna loved men, especially after one bright summer afternoon, when she discovered her body could turn them to mush. She saw males as a mass, offering her sexual pleasure and, if she was lucky, someone to talk with. Observing the way Jake looked at her while they discussed their impending boxing match, Anna knew she'd get both.

The match was Anna's from the start. Jake was a good boxer, Anna was better. And she dressed in a tight, red tank top and black boxing gloves, the uniform she wore for horny male opponents, destined to slumber. She had Jake pinned for most of round four and laid him out in the opening of round five.
Jake took the unseen upper cut as gracefully as possible. He lay on the canvas in a daze, cross eyed, looking happily up at Anna and Emma the Ref, who counted him out. Anna kneeled along side the defeated male.
"Jake, you okay?"
"I..love..." Jake mumbled, eyes uncrossing.
"Oh honey, you're really out of it!" Anna carefully sat up her victim. "Time to be unconscious, lover boy!"
Anna's black glove was the last thing Jake saw before a painful explosion.

In the movie that unspooled in Jake's sleeping brain, he was in a hospital bed. Anna, wearing a short-short white nurse's uniform, entered the room.
"How's our patient today?" she chirped.
 "Nurse Anna?" Jake asked, shooting up in the bed.
"Yes! And it's time for your treatment!"
The white uniform was gone and the naked Anna pulled the sheets and blankets off Jake ans straddled him like she was getting on a donkey. "YES!" she groaned loudly as he penetrated her. Anna's rapturous smile drove Jake crazy. He begged her to never stop, never leave him, until they both orgasmed.
"Now you need your sleeping pill!!"
"Huh?" Jake blurted, still zonked by the climax moments earlier. Anna raised her right fist, encased in a black boxing glove.
BAM!
Stars and red hearts danced around Jake's head that rested on the pillows. He was completely in love with Anna.

Naomi's First Time

Now this is too easy, Roger thought as he walked across the ring to Naomi, who stood smiling in her corner of the boxing ring.This girl is young and horny, was is next reflection.
Roger was right on both counts.
Naomi was just completing her freshman year at Blake Mitchell University, in Pre Med, with plans to join the Women's Boxing team the following September. She had prepared at the Amazonia Boxing Club  for the last two months.
Roger, close to thirty, had been fighting for more than a decade. He knew it was much too early for Naomi to take on anyone in the ring. He gladly accepted her challenge to a match.
"Naomi, you look really in shape!" Roger said. "You look like you were born for this sport!"
Naomi smiled, accepting Roger's flattery with appealing feminine modesty. Roger could see the Asian girl melt on the inside.
Naomi was blessed with straight, black shoulder length hair, pulled back loosely in an attractive pony tail. Though she was only in the preliminaries of learning to fight, her compact body reflected the effort Naomi had put into track and soccer since middle school. Her glimmering eyes, which moved over Roger with little conscious direction, reminded her opponent that Naomi would be the best biology student in her graduating class.
"I'm ready to do it!" Naomi chirped.
"Me, too!" Roger answered, watching Naomi carefully assume a defensive stance.
"Just one thing...your glasses" Roger told her. For a minute, Naomi was perplexed and then realized she'd stepped into the ring her glasses still on the bridge of her pert nose. Roger thought the right glasses on the right girl made the perfect sexy nerd.
Cautiously, Naomi removed her spectacles and set them by the folding chair in her corner. She turned swiftly to face Roger and squinted.

"Wait!...Wait...I can't see you too..."

 

BAM!!!
The right upper cut pasted Naomi on the chin. A sharp "ooohhh!" popped from her red lips and she stood in a profound daze, her glassy eyes focused straight ahead. The girl boxer smiled because she felt very aroused.
Roger heard a sharp, childish giggle when Naomi slumped on his bare chest, her cheek pressed on his shoulder. He heard a sigh and Naomi was out.
Roger tilted the unconscious girl back in his arms and kissed her forehead. "Okay, cutie, your first knockout!" He hefted Naomi over his shoulder. "Had to happen sometime! Too bad you won't remember it."
Affectionately, he set the rag doll girl in the chair. "Or maybe you will. Maybe you'll orgasm when you come out it!"
He kissed her again, this time on the lips. Roger shifted Naomi in the chair, resting the back of her head on the middle turn buckle. God damn, she's beautiful! Just one thing missing!
Roger retrieved Naomi's glasses and slipped them back on her face.
"Good night Sleeping Beauty!" he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek before walking away.