Amelia

My left-right, upper cut follow through combination knocked Amelia out in round four. She said this was her first time boxing a guy and Amelia was a sweet kid. I doubt she even knew what happened. One moment Amelia, a senior at Blake Mitchell University, was giving me a pretty good fight and suddenly, nothing, flat on her back in a deep knock out.
She was cute, laying at my feet, completely conquered. Possessed of a soft, round face that you see in Asian women, Amelia looked like a girl who had recently lost weight from training at the Amazonia Boxing Club, legs really toned and biceps defined.  rumor had it that Amelia only went with women, but who could tell for sure. Early 20s is a time when females experiment and if she wanted to get in the ring with a male who was older and bigger than her, who knows what else might happen.
Amelia was already coming out of it when her seconds, Josie and Karen, lifted her from the canvas and sat her in her corner. The way Amelia groaned and blinked her eyes, you knew her journey back to reality would be protracted.
"Is she okay?" I ask after removing my gloves and pulling on a T- shirt.
"You rattled her good," Karen answered, over her shoulder, shinning a small flash light in Amelia's eyes. "She'll be okay, but you left a shiner."
Amelia suddenly noticed my presence a few feet away. "You..stars...when did you...gotta a hard...fist...." and the exhausted girl boxer sagged back to the turn buckle.

Getting flattened flipped a switch in Amelia's soul. A week after our bout, she went out her way three times to talk to me at the Amazonia. I finally asked her out for dinner and she accepted before I finished the request.
I kept the conversation focused on her: where Amelia came from, what were her plans for graduate school and a career. When I asked her why she took up boxing, Amelia got really excited.
"I love fighting, I always have since I was in grade school." I searched the delicate featured co-ed for signals of aggression and found nothing but a smile and black shoulder length hair in a tight pony tail.
"Really now?"
"Yeah! I fell in love when I was sixteen and I hit her a bunch of times."
"So the Amazonia and you are a perfect fit?"
"Yep!"
I sat back, a little surprised by her honesty. We hadn't even slept with each other yet.
"And now?" I asked.
"I thought I'd try men, see if picking a fight with men would be fun."
"And?"
"I don't know. It was a great match, but then you turned out my lights."
"How was that Amelia, was I your first man?"
Amelia smiled slowly. "Not yet."

Amelia was ready to fuck as soon as we got back to my place, so I didn't hold back.
"I can knock you out, I know I can!"
Amelia was excited to challenge me again as we lay in my bed the next morning. I just wanted more sex with her, but Amelia cut me off until I agreed. I did.

A day later we were in a private ring at the Amazonia. All decked out in her trunks and red gloves, Amelia looked very comfortable.
"You for your knockout, honey?" I asked, raising my gloves.
"Right now!" she replied.
"Just one thing, Amelia..."
"Yeah?"
WHAP!
My upper cut jerked Amelia's head back. For a moment, she faced the ceiling, arms dangling, mouth hanging open. Softly she fell into my arms and I lowered her to the canvas. I took a shower and when I came back, Amelia was sitting up on the canvas, shaking the stars from around her head.

Getting Even

 
The punch sent Adrienne across the canvas, landing her on her back.
"Damn!" exclaimed Paula, one of Adrienne's seconds. She knew exactly how much winning this match against Rex meant to her friend.
"Adrienne!" Henry shouted, leaping toward his unconscious girlfriend. Emma the Ref was already standing over the flattened girl, starting the ten count.
Adrienne's head, slack jawed, rested on her bare shoulder. The only movement was Adrienne's ample breasts rising and falling under her red sports bra and the twitching of her hands inside her boxing gloves.
A few paces away, Rex felt some tenderness for his ex, even if she wasn't as good a fighter as he was. He had spent the last two rounds of the bout steadily working Adrienne over. When Rex threw the right hook that ended things, Adrienne was already out on her feet.
"Winner by a complete knockout...Rex!!" Emma the Ref shouted after declaring Adrienne out.
Well, honey, Rex decided as his arm was raised over his head in victory, you just had to have this match!
Henry and Paula jumped between the ropes to examine Adrienne. With help from Emma, they checked her pulse and eyes.
Rex had liked Adrienne and what a great lover she was. But she never understood that I needed more than one woman. Rex shrugged his shoulders and went back to his corner, where Tish and Samantha, his current partners, were waiting to towel him off.

"She's okay." Emma said, as Henry and Paula placed the stretcher next to Adrienne. "But that dick head really beat her good!"
With one careful movement, Henry and Paula lifted Adrienne on to the stretcher and carried her to the recovery room.
Smelling salts ejected Adrienne from sleep. For a few minutes, she continued to tell Henry how cute he was and if they could go out sometime. Eventually, reality shifted into place and Adrienne, aching all over, wanted to know what happened.
"Rex put you out on the canvas, sweetheart." Henry answered. Adrienne pulled her face in anger and frustration and glared at the ceiling for a silent minute.
"I'm going to destroy that bastard!"

So Adrienne started back training, telling Henry right away: no sex for the duration.
"I have to focus all my energy!" she explained.
Aware of how horny his girlfriend was in normal circumstances, Henry knew Adrienne was committed to defeating Rex. A month into preparation for the rematch, Paula felt sorry for the stoically suffering Henry and gave him an all nighter. "It's our secret." she told him.
"Why did Adrienne pick this fight with Rex to start with?" Henry asked Paula as they lay in her bed. He knew Adrienne and Rex had been together before he came along, but she had never said what had gone wrong.
"Rex was Adrienne's first real guy and she fell for his romantic bullshit act," Paula said. "It crushed her when she found out he was fucking around like a jack rabbit. When that happens, most women dust themselves off and start again. Adrienne swore revenge."

"Do you think she will win?' There was doubt in Henry's question.
"She's not going to give up until she does."

Paula saw all the advantages Rex had over Adrienne. He was bigger, better trained and he didn't fight angry. Being obsessed with vengeance handicapped Adrienne, got her over excited and prone to making mistakes in the ring. Paula decided to correct that imbalance as best she could.
"These are loaded gloves!" Adrienne said, holding the pair of red boxing gloves that Paula had just given her. They were in the women's locker room of the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"Yeah, I know. The padding has sand in it. Put the right punch on Rex and he's out!"
"This is cheating!"
"It is gives you the edge, is all. And edge you need!"
"Does Henry know about this?"
"No, he doesn't." assured Paula.
"He'll never agree to this!"
"I know. That's why you need to keep Henry and knock Rex out!" Adrienne weighed the gloves in her hands again. "Just use them!" Paula insisted.

Short and sweet, Rex told himself. Just put her to sleep nice and clean.
Rex contemplated Adrienne from his corner while Tish and Samantha rubbed his shoulders. It occurred to him, as it did when he last saw Adrienne out cold, that boxing had really improved her figure. Wouldn't mind another time with her!
"Tish? Samantha? When I finish up here, I'm giving you two the best night of your lives!"
Both girls grinned and Samantha whispered in his ear,"I want you to fucking knock her out!"
At the bell, Adrienne was the first from the corner, her sand laden gloves raised. They ducked each others punches and swings. When a blow did connect, it was quickly followed by two more, sometimes in combination and then a retreat.
Both were waiting for the moment to finish matters between them. As the rounds went by, the fighting became rougher. Adrienne was on the defensive, never giving the opening Rex needed to put her away. Knowing that the gloves were loaded balanced out Rex's advantages, Adrienne only had to wait. In round four, Rex got tired of Adrienne holding him off and dropped his guard below his chin for a few moments. Adrienne hammered his face and Rex stumbled back to the ropes, surprised at the force of the punch, but prepared for the follow up.
Assuming her former boyfriend was dazed, Adrienne threw all her strength into a hay maker. A half second later, Rex launched an upper cut.
Adrienne only saw her right glove hammer into Rex's skull, closing his eyes as he went sideways. The unseen upper cut exploded on her chin and there was blackness. Her senses reformed in her brain, but the ring and the cheering fans barely registered with the dizzy fighter. Adrienne saw Rex laying on the canvas, spark out cold and then heard "SEVEN!" Slowly, she comprehended what happened.
I fucked Rex up! she told herself.
The ring began to get dark. Adrienne saw Henry and Paula running to her and she heard bells. She hoped they were wedding bells, but Adrienne never knew for certain. She landed next to Rex and slipped off to dreamland.
A sleepy smile was on Adrienne's lips as she was carried from the ring.

Joann's Apartment

Joann called me late one Friday afternoon. Jane was gone for the weekend to a niece's birthday party in Philadelphia.
"Can you come over?"
I had nothing planned, so I threw a change of cloths, my boxing gloves and digital camera in a gym bag and drove over after dinner.
Joann's apartment was in the basement of three family house. It was snug and perfect for her and Jane. Since I encountered her at the Amazonia Boxing Club, I'd been invited there a few times. The first was for a Christmas party and then dinner with just the two of them. I didn't hit it off well with Jane, who quickly saw I was attracted to her lover and that the feelings might not be one way.
"She doesn't like men much," Joann explained, while we were working out at the Amazonia. "Even nice guys like you. Jane just does not like 'maleness'."
But Joann needed 'maleness' in anyone she was attracted to, be it man or woman. So I substituted when her and Joann were temporarily, either emotionally or geographically.

I noticed Joann's curly golden hair when I walked in, which always blended perfectly with her light brown skin. Pressing a glass of red wine into my hand, she gave me a kiss that lasted longer than I anticipated.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" she chirped, leading me into the living room. "I missed you!"
"I missed you, too, Joann." I said, placing my half empty glass on a book shelf. It took us a few minutes to move all the furniture into the spare room.
"I'm not exaggerating, either." Joann's flirty seriousness was endearing and a turn on. We were not in love enough for her to abandon Jane for me, but we did get each other fired up.
Joann started to undo her blouse. I stopped her fingers and pulled her to me, finishing the job.
"Yeah..." Joan murmured softly after we kissed. She stepped out of her jeans and unbuttoned her bra. We exchanged kisses again, this time a little longer. Joann quickly had my cloths piled on the floor. I hooked my forefinger around her panties, but Joann grabbed my hands. "I want to wear them, this time."
We gloved up slowly.
"Still best of three?" I asked, admiring her round tits and lovely gams.
"Always honey stick!" answered Joann, eyes fixed on my erection. We kissed to start the match.
I never sent Joann to dreamland immediately. We both enjoyed the anticipation of the knock out the way you felt a climax. And I have a thing for women in boxing gloves.
I behaved like a cavalier for five minutes, cuffing and smacking Joann until the right moment.
BAM!!
My right upper cut put Joann in a KO stupor. That lovely round face of hers took on a look of perplexity, wide brown eyes searching blankly into space.
"Hey!....u...hit...me...har..d..."
Joann sighed and dropped into my arms. Carefully, I set her on the carpet and removed my gloves. When I cracked her eyelids, there were only the whites. Joann was totally out of it.

I easily carried Joann to the big bed she and Jane shared and set her in the middle, slipping two pillows under her head. I caressed her smooth brown cheeks and got my digital camera.
Joann slept for five minutes and then drifted back to the conscious world.
"Ohhh!" she said, sitting up slowly, touching her chin. "Was I gone long?"
"A few minutes. Remember anything?"
She shook her head a few times to dispel the lingering cobwebs. "When you hit me? Nothing."Joann rested awhile. "Boxing again?" I asked her later.
"Fuck yeah!" she answered, leaping to her feet and making for the living room. Damn, I thought. Even her ass is just the way I like them!
As if she'd read my thoughts, Joann taunted me over her raised boxing gloves.
"You know we do this because I trust you completely?"
"From the start." I replied.
"You've been a gentleman from the very first time you knocked me out."
"Yep."
"Do you expect me to be a lady?"
"No, I don't..."
BAP!!
I never saw what I was hit with. A right? A left? Likely an upper cut, because, as I dropped into darkness, I heard laughing and Joann say "...your own medicine..."

"You were really sleeping!!" Joann declared when I reopened my eyes. "I knocked you the fuck out for ten minutes!"
Hearing Joann use the f word was a powerful stimulant. Part of me wanted sex right there, but another, stronger voice told me to go for the tie breaker.
"We're gonna wrestle," I told her.
Joann exploded with excitement. "Knockout wrestling!? Yes! Yes!"
Yes, I thought.
My first plan, when we faced off in the living room an hour later, was to deliver a sudden neck chop. Joann would never know what hit her. Then I decided she needed a long, slow knockout.
This time Joann was wearing a pair tight red shorts. "I don't need you trying anything that might drain my strength!" she told me as we began grappling.
Joann moved quickly, knowing full well I wanted my hands on her as much of her as possible. When I finally held her, I jerked my elbow into her chin, making her see stars. As Joann staggered in a daze, I stepped behind her and slapped on the sleeper hold.
The jolt of my arms snapping into place cleared Joann's head.
"Hey! Hey!...What the fuck...!"
Her hands punched and tore at my arms, now locked securely around her neck, pressing her carotid artery. "Don't worry Joann, it'll be lights out very soon!" I whispered in her ear. "Just go to sleep. Okay, honey pot?"
I placed a kiss on the side of her head and pulled the hold tighter. Joann struggled furiously, but her left knee gave out. The right was next and I eased her into a sitting position on the carpet. She gulped down slow, shallow breaths.
"Sta...arrrsss.." Joan moaned, her arms reaching out in front of us. "Jaaaa...nnn..."
"Does Jane do this alot to you, Joann? You and her into this?!"
I popped bicep hard into her throat and Joann groaned sharply. It worked like a knock out punch.
"Well, I'm doing it this time! You're gonna cum!"
Her open hands bounced off my bare thighs. I felt Joann's hips quiver. I let lose on the hold slightly. No reason to deny her pleasure. The orgasm built rapidly in the semi-conscious girl until she climaxed. Instantly, I clinched the hold again. Joann sighed and went under in my arms.

We spent the night together after Joann woke up. A few times during our orgasms, Joann called out Jane's name. Before I left the enxt morning, I kissed Joann's cheek.