Tanya

Not only did Tanya want to box Jon, she asked his girlfriend Cathy to referee. Jon accepted immediately, but Cathy needed convincing.

She was suspicious. Other women at the Amazonia Boxing Club attempted to steal Jon, triggering Cathy’s territorial instincts. She also noticed, without ever mentioning it, that Jon was attracted to brown skinned women and Tanya, with her Caribbean heritage, fit that description.
And Tanya had a body type he liked.

Cathy had been to the Amazonia three times to see Jon fight mixed matches. The opponents, she was assured, were from the Club’s lesbian clique. The first two matches were victories for the male fighter, but in the third, Jon got knocked out. The girl who decked him was small and light on her feet, pretty and feminine, unlike the two Jon defeated. The strange pleasure Cathy got seeing her lover, bruised and senseless, startled her. There was a tent-like bulge in the front of his trunks as Jon slumbered through the ten count.

The couple had one of their best nights together after the third match.

“This fight won’t be any different from the others,” Tanya said to Jon and Cathy as all three stood in the ring. “I hope you’re ready to count out lover boy?”

Before Cathy could answer, Jon spoke up, smiling strangely.  “Tanya, I’m sending you to dreamland! Know what you’ll be doing once you arrive?!”

“No. What?”

“Dreaming about the man who sent you there!”

“I never met that guy.”

Tanya turned and walked slowly, hips swaying, back to her corner.

With the passing of each round, Cathy watched with excitement as Tanya controlled the bout. Jon held his own in rounds one and two, but in three and four, Tanya moved in and began working him over. Half way through the fifth, a right upper cut put Jon out on his feet.

Jon couldn’t see the joy in his lover’s eyes as Cathy speculated on how Tanya would finish him off.  He only looked at the dark girl’s soft brown eyes and gorgeous breasts, that he wanted badly to fondle and kiss. He glimpsed Tanya cocking back her fist, but the action didn’t register.  The gloved slammed directly into his face and darkness engulfed him.
Cathy gave her unconscious boyfriend a slow ten count, but he never stirred.
"Ten! You're out!" she declared, throwing Tanya's fist over their heads.The girl boxer spun Cathy into a long kiss. When they separated, Cathy stared at Tanya and then down at Jon.
"You fucking knocked him out!" shouted Cathy, catching her breath. Tanya kissed her again and then knelt beside the prone fighter. She kissed his parted lips and lovingly punched his erection.
Both women carried Jon to the recovery room.

They had the threesome at Jon's apartment since his bed was the widest. Jon started with Cathy while Tanya watched and then switched partners. Soon the two women were entwined and ignored Jon for awhile. Jon took both women again and the lovers were traded all night.
By ten the next morning, all were awake. Tanya lay between Jon and Cathy, telling them how great the night had gone.
"I just want to give you two one last thing to remember me by..."
"What?" asked Jon, hoping for more sex.
WHAP!
POW!
Tanya's fists shot out sideways, smacking Cathy and Jon on the chin. They groaned and lolled side to side in a KO daze. Jon and Cathy sighed in unison and fell back on their pillows, out for the count.

Mercedes

Mercedes was a body builder who liked men who weren't.

"There are two kinds of guys," she would tell friends. " 'Challenges' and 'No challenges'." Mercedes had been boxing since she was a teenager. "I'll fight both kinds, but I only love the second."
Eric worked out at the Amazonia Boxing Club, looking to get laid. He got in pretty good shape, but never very muscular, which made Mercedes want him even more. But she waited for Eric to notice her, which wasn't long.
"You want to fight?!" Mercedes asked Eric with a tone that mixed flirtation with violence. When Mercedes stepped closer, she added: "My eyes are up here, sweetheart!"
"Oh yeah!...I do..."
"Great!"
"No referee?"
Mercedes gave him a deep kiss. "I can count to ten by myself."
As Mercedes walked back to her corner to set the automatic round timer, Eric felt sure he was getting lucky that night.
"Help me with my gloves!"
Eric pulled the red boxing glove slowly over Mercedes' raised, clinched fist. "One punch from this one, Eric, and you're shattered!'
After the other glove went on her right hand, Mercedes said, "When I throw this one, it's over! You're a goner!"
Just as she flexed her hands in the gloves, the buzzer for the first round sounded.
The left fist slammed into the side of Eric's face. The right upper cut followed seconds later, jerking Eric into a knock out.
Eric lay flat on his back, seeing complete blackness, spotted with twinkling stars. He knew he was in dreamland, but still wanted to worship the biceps, eat the pussy and make love to the woman who had just clobbered him. The stars went dim and Eric was in deep slumber.

Before Eric stood his old girlfriend, Josie. She wore only skimpy tan panties and bra that contrasted so perfectly to her brown skin. Josie called Eric by name and the two made love on her bed. After a massive orgasm, Eric began giving her cunnilingus. With no warning, her thighs snapped shut around his neck and began to tighten. When she saw the scissors hold taking effect, Josie purred sweet nothings to her former lover. Eric loved the sweetness of her voice and the sensation of the familiar thighs on his face.
When Josie relaxed her calf muscles, Eric slumped gently, face-first in her bush. Smiling.

A week passed after their fight before Eric recovered. He called Mercedes and was invited to her house for a rematch.