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.