Some Girls

Reclining on his bed, Mark watched Susanna, a brunette, and bottle blond Kaylee, take turns using the bathroom. While one got dressed, the other girl cleaned up the kitchen. When Mark had a woman (or women) to his townhouse, he kept things just a little messy. Nine times out ten, his guests instinctively straigntened the disarray.
The two women were wearing the lose shorts and tops they wore at the Amazonia Boxing Club, where Mark had met them the evening before.
He was content and relaxed, it had been a great Friday night. Looking over Kaylee's fine, round ass as she picked up her overnight bag, Mark hoped the pair would stay and fuck for at least another hour.
"Ladies, hold up," he said, sliding off the bed and pulling on pajama bottoms. "You don't have run yet, it's only 7 a.m."
Both Kaylee and Susana stood in the doorway. Susanna was also toting her travel bag. The ample breasted blond took the lead.
"Should we stay? Really?" There was a trace of anger in her kupie doll voice.
Mark had been cultivating both women for this night. He didn't want it to end this suddenly.
"Should we, Susanna?"
Both girls dropped their bags at their feet.
"We could?" Susanna speculated. "Do you really want us?"
At least an hour more! thought Mark, greedily. "Of course! When I said I only wanted you two, that is what I meant."
A large part of convincing the female boxers to be part of a three way was assuring them he was only a two woman man. Marcus put it over, at least with Kaylee, who enjoyed the idea of being naked with women and men.
"Really?" Kaylee asked, punching her voice higher.
"Sure! With you ladies, I've found the soul mates I've craved all my life!"
"Soul mates?!" Susanna laughed, removing a black iPhone from her pocket. Holding it high enough for all three to see it, she added, "Look familiar?"
"That's mine." stated Mark.


                                      
 
Susanna lightly touched the screen, opening a message. " 'Marcus, got your message late last night, will be there at 3 on Saturday afternoon. I hope those two will be gone by then! Love, Nadia.' "
Kaylee unzipped the two over night bags. "You shouldn't leave your electronic devices unattended, Mark!"
Mark nervously scanned his mental file of all occasions excuses and found nothing.
"Uhm...that's a ...wrong number...a different Mark....oh damn...!"
From each bag, Kaylee removed one red boxing glove, handing one to Susana. In unison, the pair put them on their extended right fists.
"I believed you!" accused Kaylee.
"I knew it was too good to be real!" Susanna followed. Stepping in unison, the girls walked toward Mark, pressing him to the wall. "Do you have any last minute groveling you'd like us to ignore?"
Desperate, Mark looked around, but realized he couldn't make it to the door without getting jumped by Kaylee and Susanna.
"Look, Kaylee...Susanna..this has all been a mistake..."
POW!
Kaylee's right hook slammed him into the wall.
Shit, they're pissed! was Mark's last complete thought.
BAP!
Susanna's left put Mark out on his feet. She could tell nothing registering in his brain.
"Let's finish this, Kaylee!"
"Yes!"
They pressed close to each other and kissed their boxing gloves. "Good night, honey stick!" they said aloud. Both girls launched their fists at their lover's chin.
The impact made  Mark sleep instantly, out before he hit the floor.
Kaylee liked how vulnerable Mark looked lying against the wall. "When am I going to find a man who isn't a jerk?!" she asked.
Susanna remembered that Kaylee had just finished an unpleasant divorce. "You need to be patient, sweetheart.  He's out there..."
"Yeah." the blond responded. "And Mark was such a great fuck!"
"Yep, he was!" Susanna admitted. "But he'll have such a headache when he comes to that he won't be able to fuck the little slut this afternoon."
"That's true!" Kaylee laughed and felt better.

She Hulk and Rick

Art by Tom Burgos text and colors by THE-Darcsyde

Rick finally got punched out by She Hulk.
Around the Amazonia Boxing Club, Rick was known as the "Body Suit Groupie," a guy with a fetish for female crime fighters in body suits.
So far his record had been good. Of the twelve super heroines he boxed, all of them knocked Rick out for the count. Half of those women slept with him afterward and found the "Groupie" was a very satisfying lover. Lady Puma, whose left hook put Rick to sleep in round four, enjoyed sex with her victim, despite being in a committed relationship with another woman. The next day Lady Puma gave men another try.
He wanted She Hulk, a.k.a. Jennifer Walters, because she was tall, muscular and beautiful. He knew one punch from her might lead to a hospital stay, but that made him want her more. She Hulk knew Rick and what he wanted as she climbed down from the ring after a sparring match.
"Think you can fight me?" she replied to his challenge . "I'm not certain I'm the right girl for you."
 "I know you're the one!" Rick said, sounding as persuasive.
"Yeah? Do you?" asked She Hulk and clouted the side of Rick's skull with her fist.
He staggered comically, looking into nothing. Rick hit the hard floor, out cold.
She Hulk mercifully carried him to an unused dressing room, sitting him on an old leather sofa.
"Sweet dreams!" she whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek.

Besides thinking about how to knock She Hulk out, Rick daydreamed about her breasts.
"Hey, look at me!"
 Emma the Ref distracted Rick long enough to review the rules for the match and remind him that he was going to get knocked out.
"Most guys are upset by that news." she remarked when Rick nodded vaguely and went back to staring across the ring.
Emma the Ref walked over to She Hulk.
"Jenny, be a lady and make it quick."
The green crime fighter glared at her friend. "Why? Rick is my punching bag!"
The blessed union of souls, Emma thought and started the bout.
She Hulk was always a lady, but took her time. For round one, she flirted with the "Punching Bag" in between smacking him around the ring, providing a taste of her punching power.
From the start of round two, She Hulk worked Rick over, fixing him on the ropes, as her fists wore him down.
Seeing he was ready to go under, She Hulk kissed Rick, whispered "Dream about my pussy, horn dog!" in his face, and landed a brutal upper cut. In the short interval between impact and blackness, Rick wanted to tell She Hulk what a stunning body she had, especially her tits. But the words scattered from his lips as he went to sleep.
She Hulk waited in her corner as Emma the Ref gave the inert male fighter a slow ten count. She wanted Rick to have every chance to recover, but he was out for the night.
"Are you going to fuck him?" Emma asked She Hulk as they carried Rick to the recovery room and settled him on a bed.

"Yes, but not yet." She Hulk answered, putting her hand down Rick's trunks. "Got major wood." The super heroine kissed Rick. "Some men are born ready and some still need.....tenderizing.  

   

A month elapsed before She Hulk asked Rick to meet her again. Assuming, correctly, that Emma the Ref told Rick about She Hulk’s plans to fuck him, the green Amazon decided to give Rick some time to grow his expectations. By the time the lovers were reunited in a private boxing ring, Rink was ready to explode.

“God, you are so damn handsome!” observed She Hulk, walking toward her mark, enjoying the sight of the fading black ring around his right eye.  Rick only took a few steps before She Hulk was on top of him, banging her gloves together loudly.  Tilting her face downward to Rick, she purred “I’m going to love knocking you out cold!”

The overwhelmed male swallowed hard. He noticed She Hulk’s lips were covered in glowing white lipstick. “And you’re going to love it, too!”

Rick struggled to breath.

“I figure you’ll be out all night!...wake up tomorrow morning in a hospital bed…you’d love that, Rick!”

“God yes!” he gasped.

“And when you wake up on the canvas, I’ll be long gone! By then, your left eye will be a perfect match for your right!”

With her left glove, She Hulk pinned the chump by his chest to the ropes. “In less than a minute sweetheart it’s gonna be lights…OUT!”

She held her right fist in Rick’s face. “You deserve everything you get! But first…you get a kiss good night!”

Rick desperately wanted to smouch the black leather of the boxing glove, but She Hulk pursed her mouth on the front of the glove, leaving luminous white lip print.

“Good night!”

As She Hulk’s right fist slowly cocked seductively behind her head, Ricked wanted to fuck her so bad he could scream. She Hulk fired.

BAM!!

Rick would always savor how the punch felt: hard and mean against his face and then the lights snapped off. He was in love with She Hulk.

The green goddess gave Rick a ten count. The sight of an unconscious male sprawled before her, sporting a massive erection thrilled She Hulk. Hefting Rick over her shoulder, she carried him home. 

Eulee's Mate

                                                                                       
 When she first joined the Amazonia Boxing Club, Eulee only fought women, knocking every one out cold. Rumor spread quickly that Eulee was a lesbian, but when Desiree tested the waters, Eulee didn't respond.
"She's straight," Desiree told her friend and sometime lover, Kaylee. "I think she's waiting for the right guy. I guess you don't have to be a dyke to enjoy beating on women."
Desiree was accurate about one thing. The lean, black haired girl, with vulpine brown eyes was looking for her match, her "mate" as Eulee told herself when the solitude became too much.

So she went on knocking out female fighters, repeating the internal mantra "She's got him! She'll take him before I can get to him!"  The opponent would suffer an onslaught of punches until blackness ended the match.

Boxing was Eulee's passion since age eleven, when she asked her parents for lessons as a birthday present. At Blake Mitchell University, where she earned a primary education degree, she was one of the five undefeated members of the women's boxing team until her junior year. To that point, studying and training consumed Eulee so much that she hardly noticed men. Then Crevan decked her in the fourth round of a tournament with the men's team.
When she regained consciousness and could focus, Eulee asked Crevan, who was waiting nervously in her dressing room, multiple questions, including "Are you seeing anyone?"
He wasn't.

                                                     


 Reynard thought of Wonder Woman the first time he saw Eulee. She was exiting the women's locker room at the Amazonia, dressed in loose sweats that displayed her curves. Immediately, Eulee went to work on the heavy bag, so Reynard waited until she finished before starting a conversation.
Eulee noticed his courtesy.
"You sure about this?" asked Eulee. "I fought guys in college, but that was..."
Eulee intentionally trailed off, letting Reynard complete her sentence.
"....immature?"
Eulee remembered her time with Crevan. "No," she replied, smiling. "But sure, let's fight, whenever you want."
      

      
 "Having trouble?" Reynard heard Kaylee ask him as she pressed a water bottle to his lips. He exhaled loudly after two large swallows.
"I cannot win this!" he answered, candidly. His honesty made Reynard even more attractive to Kaylee than his physical presence, which always excited her. Kaylee would address this issue in the coming weeks. There was a more pressing matter. "Why not?'
"Diana Prince over there fights better than me!"
"I guess you should cheat."
 "Cheat? Now? In round five?"
"No better time." A dozen ways for Reynard to win by fighting dirty occurred to Kaylee. "Step on her toes and punch her out."
"I'm not cheating, Kaylee!"
"Fine!" she said, toweling down Reynard's shoulders. "Sweet dreams!"
The buzzer's screech hurled the fighters at each other, both throwing their hardest punches. Reynard attacked Eulee's belly, trying to slow her enough to put her down. Seeing Reynard was hitting her belly, Eulee poured on the head shots, repeating "He's mine! He's mine!" until he collapsed on the canvas, slumped, eyes wide and unfocused.
Emma the Ref sent the girl to a neutral corner and began counting Reynard out. At "SIX!" Reynard finally blinked his vision clear and hauled himself  up by the ropes. Emma checked the fighter and, when he agreed to continue, shouted "FIGHT!"
Eulee raced at her victim, who was barely lifting his gloves when she struck. Eulee pulled her right back for an upper cut and half a second later Reynard slammed her midsection with all his strength. Air gasped from Eulee's lungs. Reynard tagged her jaw twice, stunning the girl boxer on her feet.
The boxing ring spiraled around Eulee, which only momentarily worried her. Her eyelids were steadily closing. Through the congealing haze, Eulee glimpsed Reynard throwing a third punch. The impact stung for a few seconds and then the pain vanished into sleep.

Eulee slumbered on the canvas, as she had during the fight with Crevan. After Emma the Ref's ten count, Kaylee and Emma carried Eulee, limp as a rag doll, to the recovery room.
Kaylee studied the way Reynard glared with apprehension at the prone Eulee and decided to be patient about getting him in bed.