A Long Way

People told me Amelia had come a long way as a fighter since she joined the Amazonia Boxing Club and I believed it. I sent her to the canvas, out for the count, by the fifth round of our last bout. A girl her size going against me was punching above her weight, but while Amelia was upright and awake, she fought well.
I won't lie. I like KOing girls like Amelia - on the short side, cute as hell, and full of determination. Amelia employed all her newly honed skills, but she ended up in a deep slumber. I so enjoyed watching her carried out to the Recovery Room, that I wanted to see her again. Many women at the Amazonia didn't take well to being put down by a man's fists. But more than one guy told me that Amelia got horny from it. Men make up only twenty percent of the Amazonia's membership, so information about our female counterparts spreads quickly.
So, with the excuse of checking on her recovery, I talked to Amelia two days after her defeat.
"You were great, Amelia! He landed some good shots on me."
Amelia, her black hair gathered in a tight pony tail, shifted her position as she worked the heavy bag in order to speak to me. "I thought I had you once or twice..." Amelia looked away shyly for a moment. "...you got me instead. I have a glass jaw!"
We both laughed. "Do you remember anything about our match?"
"Well, I can still see you..." Amelia went back to hitting the bag. "You were looming over me and your fists smacking me all over. Then I was gone..."
"What are you doing Friday night, Amelia?"
The rhythm of her punches on the bag increased suddenly. "I might be busy."
"Dinner?'
"I like Chinese."

As we ate our improvised breakfast Saturday morning, Amelia confessed she masturbated to the memory of her knockout losses in the ring.
"Men and women?"
"Doesn't matter from who."
"Did you think about our fight last night?"
Amelia giggled like a tree full of singing birds. "Of course! The man who demolished me in front of everyone at the Amazonia? How could I not?
Much later, Amelia admitted she thought of other men who had floored her in the past when she fucked, but that's a story for another time.
"Do you ever cum when you are knocked out?" 
"Yeah, a lot!"
"How about fighting with me?"
"My second Jasmine told me my panties were soaked when they examined me in the Recovery Room."
"Amelia you are a strange girl!"
She pulled her face in mock outrage. "It's just me, just how I am."
"I want a rematch!" I insisted.
"Bet you do!"


The rematch was a week later, after hours, just Amelia and I, in a private ring at the Amazonia.
"You know what to do!" Amelia reminded me from her corner as she slipped on a pair of red boxing gloves. I considered asking Amelia why we didn't just get to the real reason we were there, but I decided not. Every woman has her own foreplay.
Amelia was awesome, stalking from her corner, her bright brown eyes fixed on me. For a moment I wondered if I'd walked into a trap and she would KO me.
We traded shots, fast and sharp. I tried to keep close to my opponent, since I had the height and weight advantage. But small girls who fight learn to move quickly and Amelia absorbed that lesson 
thoroughly. For every combination I landed on her head or body, two other punches either clipped or missed her.
I knew Amelia was working herself up, anticipating her end game. Two rounds went by before I became aggressive, pressing Amelia to the ropes and working her body. Amelia answered the fifth round bell smiling, though her movements were slowed by fatigue.
"Give it to me!" she fired at me between punches, at first under her breath and then more audible and demanding.
The sharp "SMACK!" of my glove on Amelia's chin stopped her in mid sentence. Collapsing onto the ropes, her arms dangled at her side. The blank, glassy look in her eyes revealed that she was out on her feet. I fired two more gut shots. The upper cut that followed nearly flipped her out of the ring.
Amelia's hips jerked as a dull smile spread on her face.
"Here comes the orgasm, honey!" I said as if Amelia could hear me.
The right hook turned off the dimming lights in her skull. She groaned and crashed heavily on her back.

Amelia's body jerked a few more times and then relaxed, while I counted her out. I removed her trunks. The front of her pink panties were soaked in cum. When the panties came off, I was staggered by how beautiful her black haired pussy and smooth thighs were as she was unconscious.

In the dressing room, Amelia slept for five minutes. I redressed her in a pair of my sweatpants.
"Oh God! You did it!" Amelia purred when she fully rejoined the conscious world. "I felt every orgasm!"
When I sat beside her on the bed, Amelia pulled me into a prolonged kiss. Already a bruise marked her lower jaw and purple shiner was growing beneath her right eye.
"Don't ever leave me!' she whispered in my ear.
"Never." I promised.