First Fight

This was going to be David's first fight at the Amazonia Boxing Club. The match up was against Liz, a slender, athletic yellow-blond, who was a senior member. Mostly she fought other women, but when Liz found a man attractive, she would lay him out. David qualified.

David had been successfully sponsored by Laura Frazier, a long term Amazonia member and a friend of both Liz and David's mother. Mrs. Frazier, as David had called her since he was in grade school, had been sleeping together since senior year at Blake Mitchell University, but Mrs. Frazier had recently let things cool. Other men interested Mrs. Frazier, who noticed her young lover's eye was roving to other women closer to his age. Why not let Liz have a crack at him? Liz was only a decade older than David and had never been married.

"Don't be nervous because this is your first real boxing match," Mrs. Frazier told David. She stood in her lover's corner, giving him a last minute rub down.
"I'm not..." David's increased blood pressure wasn't from apprehension.
"Good!" 
Pleasant dreams, hammer dick! Mrs. Frazier thought.
While David danced out at the clang of the bell, jogging in semi circles, Liz strode out, fists up.
"Nap time!" she said to David.
The initial punch turned out the lights in David's head, but he remained standing just long enough for the second impact, which planted him on the canvas in a deep slumber.
Liz watched the fallen boxer as he was counted out by Emma the Ref. Mrs. Frazier had told her friend that David was submissive to women, a "gentle" was the term at the Amazonia. Liz wondered if David was going to cream his trunks because he'd been knocked out by a female.
Nothing. David lay completely still and was carried from the ring by Emma and Mrs. Frazier.

All Liz had to do was lazily sway her hips or call David's name with her high pitched, very feminine voice to drive him crazy. Since he'd been getting laid almost continually since their match, the manipulation didn't bother David, until he noticed small annoyances piling up.
David caught Liz appraising other men at the beach or the Amazonia with the same look she used on him. Sometimes Liz would go out with friends like Mrs. Frazier and Beatriz and not return till very late or the next morning. Her clothes were always disheveled, as if they had been pulled on carelessly.
One of those mornings, David demanded a rematch.
"Sure sweetheart," Liz answered, giving her lover a long kiss. "You're over do for another knockout!"

For two rounds, David was focused. Liz used her "bedroom eyes" on him, but he resisted and kept punching, blocking and moving. Midway through round three, a luck shot pounded Liz's midsection. She "ooouuuhh"ed painfully. David hesitated for seconds and then launched a left-right combination. An upper cut sent Liz spinning. She landed on the ropes and David opened up, working on her exposed belly. A right to the side of her skull put Liz out on her feet.

Liz stared ahead, eyes wide and glassy. Her long muscular arms made random, feeble punches in the air. David cocked his arm back like it was a sling and fired. Liz never heard or felt anything, her limp, already unconscious body simply collapsed on the canvas. David administered a ten count and digitally recorded the prone fighter. Liz returned from Dream Street five minutes later.

Lessons from Mrs. Frazier

"The important thing, Davie, is to pay attention!"
This was Laura Frazier's advice to David, the oldest son of her best friend, Donna Malone, as they both stood at the center of the boxing ring in Frazier's paneled basement.
David was home from Blake Mitchell University on Winter break and was about to start boxing lessons with the woman who baby sat him as a child.
"I will!" answered David, staring deeply as possible into Mrs. Frazier's eyes. The tight boxing trunks and skimpy top was the least amount of clothing David had ever seen Mrs. Frazier in. He was very horny.
"Now if I'm going to sponsor your membership at the Amazonia Boxing Club after you graduate next year, you're going to have to learn how to fight," said Mrs. Frazier, a member of the Amazonia Boxing Club since her second and most recent divorce. She had been boxing since high school. "And if you're fighting women in a boxing ring you need to aware of somethings."
"Like?"
"Distraction. A lot of women don't fight fair. You might be in the middle of a match and your opponent keeps putting her chest in your face."
"Oh yeah?" David asked.
"Sure. Look here, Davie!"
Mrs. Frazier rested a gloved fist between her generous breasts. David stared.
BAP!
The upper cut clipped David's chin, planting him on the canvas, spark out cold.

Mrs. Frazier inspected David carefully and, pulling up his trunks, she hoped he knew how to use what he had been given. Since puberty, David wanted Mrs. Frazier, a fact she was fully aware of. She always caught David staring at her a moment too long at the town pool. When David expressed an interest in the Amazonia, Mrs. Frazier knew the time had arrived.
"Come on, Davie sweetheart, wake up!"
Mrs. Frazier was gently coaxing David into sitting up as he blinked his eyes searchingly.
"Wha...what happened?"
"You got knocked out, don't you remember?"
"No..."
David was still confused as Mrs. Frazier steadied him on his feet.
"Now one of the fundamental weapons for a female boxer is a right hook...it can be devastating!"
"Really?"
He never saw Mrs. Frazier's right fist execute a collision course with his head. David staggered on impact, instantly out on his feet. As he slept, David dreamed of Mrs. Frazier naked except for her red boxing gloves. The older woman was telling David how much she loved his cock.
"Who's Casandra, Davie?"
The question snapped David to full consciousness. This time his head rested on her bare thighs.
"Casandra?"
"You were groaning her name."
David eventually explained that Casandra, a third year exchange student from China, was his steady girlfriend at Blake Mitchell University. The word "competition" flashed to Mrs. Frazier and was automatically deleted. Plenty of  talk about "competition" had blocked Mrs. Frazier's path to the bedroom before and none of it stalled her yet. 

This needs to move along, Mrs. Frazier decided. She was getting horny a lot faster than she had expected, so she said to David, "Hit me!"
David wanted to hesitate.
"Come on, throw some punches! You're going to have to if you join the Amazonia."
So David launched a few strikes at the older woman, which she blocked, except when she let David connect. Then Mrs. Frazier began ducking out the punches and began flirting-teasing with her pupil.
"Hey Davie, you want me? You always have, right?"
The truth hit David like a brick. He felt the weird excitement of possibility.
"If you knock me out...somehow...you'll be a gentleman, right Davie!?"
David grunted "Right!" loudly and swung, missing Mrs. Frazier.
"But you won't do that, I'm putting you out cold!"
Arousal jolted the college boy, he was never this turned on by Casandra.
BAP!
A mean upper cut chipped David. He stumbled, but refocused.
"I'm singing you a lullaby, like when you were a little boy!"
Two more blows impacted David's midsection. As he retreated, two left-right combinations hammered his skull.
David was falling, drifting, unable to stay in one place. The ropes caught him, propping David up right in time for the follow through.
The ring was now blurry. David could barely hear Mrs. Frazier assure him of how popular he was going to be at the Amazonia. Liquid blackness edged his vision.
Mrs. Frazier adjusted David's chin and gave her right boxing glove a loud kiss. As the fist went back, David saw the same smile, so seductive and loving, Mrs. Frazier gave him at the pool.
 

David saw nothing, but he did dream of an afternoon at the pool.

When Mrs. Frazier, relined on a wide lounge chair, flashed that smile, David walked over and kissed the cougar. The kiss melted into full embrace, with David removing her bathing suit and Mrs. Frazier removing his T-shirt. David felt her lips everywhere.

Abruptly, David woke in Mrs. Frazier's bed, his head spinning. Mrs Frazier in a green- blue nightie appeared. After she kissed David, he decided the pain was worth it.