Donna and The Mare

                                                       

                                                   
                                               Donna Wrestling        


On the day before she turned forty-five, Donna wrestled with Will. The match was private at the Amazonia Boxing Club, attended by the two adversaries and Donna's seconds, Kaylee and Desiree. It was a knockouts only match. Donna waited five minutes before finishing Will off, spending most of that time smacking the younger man around the ring. She slugged the groggy twenty-five year old a few times and threw him into the ropes. As William stumbled back, he walked directly into Donna's clothesline, that caught him in the throat.
Kaylee was the happiest to know what was about to happen to Will. She had had an affair with him that ended after two months when he informed Kaylee, "I just have to fuck other women, that's all!"
Well, you're getting fucked right now! thought Kaylee, watching the collision short circuit Will's brain. His legs buckled and Will plunged backward to the canvas. Donna threw herself down behind the dizzy male and spread her legs wide.The few neurons in Will's brain that worked fizzled and popped, leaving him unable to comprehend that Donna had clasped a handful of his hair and hauled his head to the base of her stomach.
"Say good night to Mama!" Donna shouted as the seconds began to cheer.  Donna's naked, well developed thighs snapped around Will's throat. His eyes shot open, mind clearing instantly. Donna pressed her legs tighter.
"Gonna see stars real soon!" she told her victim as he pulled at her thighs. "You're not going anywhere but to sleep!"
Will snorted and gasped, attempting to break the leg scissor hold that was slowly rendering him unconscious. The downward tug of sleep set in, slowing his limbs until the palms of his hands settled lifelessly on Donna's thighs. Donna peered down at the face between her legs, half buried in the crotch of her black shorts and violently jerked her thigh muscles. Will grunted as he sank into complete blackness.
"Is he out?"
Donna looked up to see Kaylee standing next to her.  "You out Will?" Donna asked, snidely. "He's in dreamland, eating my pussy in his dreams!"
The victorious cougar released the hold and shoved Will into a sitting position. Shifting his head to the right, she landed a neck chop below his ear. Will grunted again, his body shook and relaxed. Kaylee and Desiree giggled aloud.  A second chop struck the opposite side, below his ear, but Will made no sound. Donna confirmed the erection in the front of his shorts and got to her feet.
 "Carry Will to the recovery room," Donna ordered the seconds. "When hammer dick comes around, tell him I'm nowhere near finished with him!"

 
                                               Donna Boxing

A week later they gloved up.
Will was certain he was going to be knocked out very quickly, but he didn't care. He'd woken from the sleeper hold KO deep in erotic love with Donna. As they promised, Desiree and Kaylee were on hand as Donna's seconds. They stood in her corner, rubbing her back and shoulders, taking turns whispering in her ears.
Donna possessed the strong shoulders and biceps of a woman who worked out regularly . Her breasts were smallish, but round and ample. Will knew how pleasing it would be to fondle them. Will wondered if he could pop them from out of her loose top during a clinch.
Reading the mindless expression of lust in Will's eyes, Donna went straight at him when the buzzer sounded.
WHAM!
WHAP!
WHUMPH!
POW!
Will was out on his feet, glassy eyes, smiling stupidly. Clasping his right arm, Donna dog walked Will to the center of the ring.
"Will, can you hear me?!" she asked, tilting his chin up.
Will looked to the ceiling, attempting to locate the source of the faint voice he heard amid the stars that glimmered everywhere.
Donna turned to her seconds. "Kaylee, this one's for you!"
BAM!
Donna's glove lifted Will off his feet. He knew he'd just been knocked out and was so pleased as he fell into blackness.
"Eight! Nine! Ten!...You're OUT! Fuck you!" Kaylee yelled at her former lover. Donna flipped Will on his back so Desiree could check his eyes.
"Solid whites. He's out cold."
"Oh yeah?" asked Donna. yanking off her top to expose her breasts, she gave Will a long kiss. Setting her open hands by his head, Donna leaned down and slapped her tits against his face. She kept that up for a few moments. There was no response.
"Help me carry him to my car!" Donna said, pulling on her top.

                                                       Sonia

For three months, Will was owned by Donna. Within a week of their first night together, he moved into Donna's house. The rules of the relationship were simple as Donna explained, "Your three piece set is mine!"
He was getting laid so much by Donna that he didn't mind the restriction. Sometimes Will needed reminding. Donna caught him glancing at the ass of a passing gym bunny at the Amazonia Boxing Club. It came naturally, without thought, but the cougar knocked out the cub right on the spot and everyone saw Will carried out, limbs dangling over her shoulder.

The lesson stuck until Sonia appeared at the Amazonia. Known as "La Yegua" for her punching strength and quick foot work, she disliked older women like Donna grabbing all the young men at the Amazonia. Sonia got friendly with Will and a week later, he asked her out for a beer.
"Sure," she answered, aware of exactly what Will was fishing for. "But we have to fight first."

Sonia, feeling very horny, worked Will over for three rounds, before making him sleep in the fifth. As Will was carried from the ring, Sonia told Emma the Ref, "We'll see who owns honey rod now!"
Stories of Will and Sonia fucking didn't take long to reach Donna, mostly because Sonia bragged non stop about her conquest. From her bitter experience with her first husband, long ago ditched, Donna learned that you dealt with the man who cheated and not the slut he cheated with. I'll take care of William after I destroy that little tail twitcher! she decided.

Up to the fourth round, Sonia was glad she accepted Donna's challenge to a public match. Every punch she connected to the older woman made her feel alive. And when the left-right, with a follow up upper cut put Donna on her ass in a daze, Sonia thought Will was all hers.
But the bell saved the cougar, who moved slowly back to her corner, shaking away the cobwebs in her brain. When her head was clear and Donna saw the smug smirk on Sonia's face, she focused. When the match restarted, Donna hung back and waited for Sonia to show fatigue. The brat hits hard and moves fast, but that takes energy, which Donna figured, she had to be using up quickly.
Donna plunged in when Sonia's gloves began hanging unsteadily at her jaw. The opening attack was blocked, but the fourth punch was a fake to the head, which Sonia moved to deflect. Donna's right slammed into Sonia's midsection and then she launched two shots to the chin. The girl sprawled on the ropes, where Donna closed in.
For thirty seconds, Donna punished her rival, then the bell rang.
Sonia was battered and shocked at how the old lady could do such damage so quickly. But she was determined to put the abuelita down in the next round.

Donna began  the next round where she left off.
It took a minute to pin Sonia in place, but Donna went to work quickly. She was methodical and slow about trouncing Sonia, she wanted everyone to see where and how each punch was delivered. Two minutes later, Sonia was a rag doll thrown on the top rope.
She could only see Donna's lips moving and not hear the insults the older woman was flinging at her. Donna's glove hurled at Sonia and the lights in the girl's head snapped off. Sonia slumbered through Emma the Ref's ten count, content that sleep had blotted the pain.

Kaylee and Desiree carried the limp Sonia past William on their way to the recovery room. He watched, mouth open, massively aroused by seeing his lover unconscious. The trance as broken by Donna, who spun him around to face her.
"You going to fuck around again?"
Will stumbled for the answer. "Huh? No! Wha? No!"
"Good boy!"
WHAP!
Will went out as fast as Sonia did from Donna's upper cut. 

Wonder Woman KOed

The third punch, a solid right to her jaw, put Wonder Woman out for the count. Seconds before, a left right combination, which pounded her head, left the Amazon Princess sleeping on her feet.
Mitch the Bruiser had dominated the last two rounds of the charity exhibition boxing match with Wonder Woman, held yearly at the Amazonia Boxing Club. His assault intensified in the fourth, intending to wear down Princes Diana.
The "BAP!" of the glove striking Wonder Woman's sweet spot, just to the right of her chin, and seeing her eyes roll up, gave The Bruiser a thrill.
"Nighty-night, sweets!" he snarled at the collapsing Amazon. When she hit the canvas like a felled oak, the crowd of spectators let out an orgasmic cheer.
"This was  fucking charity match!" Emma the Ref yelled at The Bruiser, who smugly paraded around the ring, flexing his biceps to the adoring female crowd.
"Yeah, it was!" he answered Emma. "Every woman in this club donated a lot to see me clobber the great Wonder Woman!"
Emma had already begun the count, feeling her general disgust with The Bruiser and that a complete pig had defeated Diana. More than once Emma had heard Mitch boast: Every woman boxer had a weakness and with a little probing, I always find it. He had slugged Wonder Woman just right on the jaw.
 "Five!...Six!...Seven!...."
Emma called numbers out over the growing adulation of Mitch's new fans. Wonder Woman was spark out cold and would be for awhile. Her face to the crowd and eyes shut, Princess Diana was on her belly, palms of her boxing gloves facing up, and the curve of her ass cheeks peeping from the bottom of her blue satin tights.
"Eight!..Nine!..Ten! You're OUT!" Emma yelled, waving in Wonder Woman's seconds.
Although in a deep slumber, Wonder Woman dreamed of a lot of men, but most intensely of her current boyfriend, Rick, one of two people who lifted the Amazon carefully on to a gurney. The other was Drusilla, Wonder Woman's younger sister.
Rick was known around the Amazonia as the "Body Suit Groupie," because he was possessed by a fetish for female crime fighters. He had had flings with She Hulk and Storm, but it was true love when he met Wonder Woman. The last five months had been very happy for both of them.
Looking at Diana prone on the gurney he was rolling to the recovery room, Rick couldn't help being aroused. He had watched the woman he loved get knocked out in the boxing ring and thought she never looked more beautiful. When Drusilla briefly left the recovery room, Rick gently felt up Diana's ample breasts.

Princess Diana was bruised and achy after Drusilla brought her back from dreamland. Disoriented confusion lasted a few minutes. As her seconds explained that the Bruiser had knocked her out cold, Wonder Woman kept staring at Rick as if she were seeing him for the first time.

That night, Rick and Wonder Woman fucked. When Princess Diana insisted "I need it!", Rick reminded her of the trouncing she'd just taken.
"NOW!" she ordered. At her insistence, Rick was on top all night.

Wonder Woman never felt more relaxed and satisfied than she did that morning. Rick had needed little encouragement to take the dominate role. Diana found submission very gratifying.
"Last night was great, sweetie! You ruled me!"
Rick was surprised to hear that, but it left him feeling strong. "You were a powerhouse yourself, Diana!"
"Rick, I want to give you something to show you how I feel about you."
"What?" he asked, thinking: This woman is insatiable!
WHAP!
The amazon's bare fist smacked hard on her lover's chin. Rick was baffled at the sudden pain and then fell against Wonder Woman's bare breasts. They were warm and welcoming and Rick slept. Wonder Woman cradled her beloved for a moment and rested him on the mattress, leaving a kiss on his lips. Wonder Woman closed the bedroom door quietly behind her and made breakfast.