Sonia Slumbers

Sonia was crazy to be in a boxing ring with Jon Amur. He had four inches and twenty pounds on her, all of it muscle. As she watched Amur throwing rapid punches in the air, Sonia cursed herself for being so impulsive.
It all started because Sonia wanted to sleep with Amur, which he would have agreed to in an instant. But when she stood before him in the gym of the Amazonia Boxing Club, feeling overwhelmed by his muscular presence, Sonia's legs and will melted and she challenged Amur to a match.

One punch and she's asleep, decided Jon Amur. Assessing Sonia's compact, slender body, Amur wondered how some women made the choices they did. She wants to fuck, he thought, but some women have to do everything the hard way! Good thing Emma the Ref is here, because I'm not carrying her to the recovery room.
"Okay you two!" Emma the Ref  said aloud, waving the two boxers in. "Fight!"
Amur was out first, fists on the defensive. Sonia followed, desperate to conceal her fear. They circled, Sonia dodging punches until she saw Amur maneuvering her into the ropes. She panicked.
"Jon...know what's wrong with you?"
"No, what?" he replied, casually.
"You like old lady pussy!"
"Wha?!"
WHAM!!
Sonia's body went into the upper cut, which landed dead on Jon Amur's chin. He lay on his back, looking dreamily up at Sonia, who was moving around him, stunned by delivering a KO. Emma the Ref was counting him out, all five fingers on left hand extended.
Amur looked at Sonia's long legs and blacked out.

It was true. Jon Amur was involved with two older women at the moment, Beatrice and Donna, who were both members of the 40 plus women at the Amazonia, known as the Cougar Clique. Both women had knocked Amur out in public matches a year earlier and he had enjoyed their favors on a regular basis ever since.
Amur was still sensitive about the defeats and that someone figured out his older woman fetish. Sonia had used the information to land a sucker punch defeat and Amur wanted a rematch, which Sonia had to accept or lose her Amazonia membership.

"Look Jon, she's a stupid, young kid. okay? She was acting impulsively!"
Emma could see Jon Amur wasn't listening and was staring through her to the apprehensive Sonia.
"Some women have to do things the hard way," Jon Amur told Emma.
"Fine! Just make it fast!"

Jon Amur strode from the corner, moving implacably at Sonia, who back peddled, aware of what was about to happen.
WHAP!!
Sonia dropped against the ropes in a deep KO daze.Her wide, glazed eyes did register Amur guiding her by the hand to the middle of the ring. Senseless on her feet, Sonia yielded to Jon positioning her head for the finishing punch. Loud birds were singing in her head.
An upper cut switched off the flickering lights in the girl's brain and Sonia was stone cold unconscious.
Jon Amur waited for the ten count from Emma the Ref before hefting Sonia over his shoulder, her arms and legs dangling like a rag doll's limbs. As he started out of the ring, Emma ran after him.
"What are going to do, Jon!"
"Relax, Emma..."
Emma followed Jon Amur into the recovery room, where placed Sonia on a bed. He kissed her lips.
"When sleeping beauty wakes up, tell her we should talk." Jon said as he went out the door.

Amazon Love

One look at the calendar and Sam knew why he'd received a challenge from Sophia, better known as the crime fighter Feline Avenger. It was two weeks in to April and the mating season of the Amazon Sisterhood was under way. He speculated about what Sophia was expecting from their post-match encounter. Part of the courtship ritual of the Amazon Sisterhood was to defeat the selected male in combat. When the loser recovered, he either mated with his opponent until she was pregnant or became her husband. However the situation worked out, Sam felt content knowing, for a fact, that a beautiful woman wanted to fuck him.

Then a drawback struck Sam: he was very likely going to get knocked out. Every perspective father chosen by an Amazon at the Amazonia Boxing Club had been carried from the ring, bruised and unconscious. Sam had watched his friend Ernie take a beating from a warrioress, who later gave birth to his twin daughters. Sam could tolerate losing a fight to a woman if it meant he got laid. But getting KOed cold in front of everyone at the Club made him hesitant.

"Don't worry, it will be over fast," Emma the Ref assured Sam in the moments before round one.
Most of the Club was present at ringside. The women, who made up most of the Amazonia's membership, had been intermittently shouting "Knock him out!" since Sophia appeared.
"Sophia likes you, Sam. After all, she picked you to be the father. The beating is just a..."
"Formality?"
"Yeah!"
Sam knew from looking over Sophia that she was probably a better fighter and definitely stronger than he was. The Amazon carried herself with a statuesque, almost divine grace, her sable hair pulled back in a tight pony tail, that bounced off her sculpted shoulders with every movement. When they closed in on each other after the buzzer sounded, her brown eyes stabbed Sam.

Sam was worked over for three rounds.
"I've never seen a woman so in love in my life!" Emma told Sam, who was slumped in a folding chair in his corner. Worn out and bruised, he could feel the dull ache of the purple ring forming around his right eye.
"And there's only seven rounds left..." he groaned.
"In this instance, I doubt it!" Emma said and was about to wish Sam "pleasant dreams," when the fourth round began.
Sophia fixed her eyes grimly on Sam, who saw a red boxing glove slam into his face. A loud "WHAP!" in Sam's skull was followed by the rumble of his body hitting the canvas, at Sophia's bare feet.
As Sophia strutted around the ring, fists raised over her head, Emma the Ref counted out the slumbering Sam, lamenting to herself, "It's always the nice guys..."

The Amazon gave Sam a few days to recover, but not completely heal. Bruised men really turned her on, especially if her fists made the contusions.
Over the next month, Sam and Sophia spent weekends together. Each time, she felt increasingly comfortable with her new man. One night they role played, Sam as a bad guy intent on robbing a bank and Sophia, naked except for her cat's ears cowl, was the good girl crime fighter, secretly in love with Sam. After each orgasm, Sophia would "capture" Sam by KOing him with abreast smoother. when he came to, he'd be hornier than when they started.

"Sam! We're pregnant! You did it!"
Sam reacted as expected: first startled and then happy.
They had just finished Sunday morning breakfast in Sam's apartment.
"How long have you known?"
"The doctor told me Friday. I didn't want to tell you until everything was ready."
"Everything ready?"
Sam was confused.
"Sure! Ready for your trip to my home, Paradise Island."
"My trip? What are you talking about?"
"You're the father, right Sam?"
"Of course I am."
"Then it's your job to raise our child."
Gagging on his coffee, Sam spluttered," I can't raise a kid!"
"Yes you can." Sophia stated, getting to her feet and joyously sitting in Sam's lap, locking her arms around his neck and kissing him.
"Look, I'll be there in a few months to give birth, then you can be the Daddy."
"And what the hell will you be doing?!"
Sam moved to escape Sophia's embrace, but she held him in the chair.
"Back here, fighting crime with Justice Force! I have a five year agreement with them. When it expires, I'll come back to you and our child!" Sophia explained, patting her stomach maternally. "By that time I'll know if I want to marry you or not."
"And how will you make that decision?"
"I'm going to try some other suitable men, see how they make me feel compared to you. But I think you're pretty much a shoe in."
She kissed Sam again, long and deeply, she would never taste his lips for a long while. Then Sophia picked up the cell phone she had left on the table that morning.
"And don't worry, Sam, my sisters will help you with the baby and, who knows, a few might want a baby of their own."
Pointing the cell phone at Sam, she pressed "SEND." A jet of pink smoke engulfed Sam's head. It was impossible not to inhale.
"Hey!" Sam moaned, suddenly high and sleepy all at once. The kitchen rolled and Sam reached haltingly for something to catch as he fell. He resisted the pull of sleep, but it was useless. Blackness swarmed him.
Five minutes later, Sam was loaded on a gurney and then into a private ambulance that had pulled up to his front door.  As the vehicle sped off, Sophia waved with one hand, resting the other on her stomach, ready to start a new life for all three of them.
   

    

Kiki and Jon

"You've had wood for me since we started!"
There was a joyous mockery in Kiki's voice, as she were making a final judgement before finishing off a victim. Kiki never boxed with a man unless he was client, but she had gotten out of bed that morning with a strong desire to beat up a male. So she scanned the Amazonia Boxing Club for the right punching bag and spotted Jon, whose strong build and thick black hair got her stoked.
Jon, dangling helplessly on the ropes, wanted to tell Kikis she was right, but he was too groggy and worn out. Instead, he gurgled stupidly.
"I'm ending this, Jon! Knocking you the fuck out!"
The idea jolted lust in Jon's already burning loins.
"What do you want, a BJ or a hand job?!"
Kiki was medium height, with strong, broad shoulders that supported her 34 GG tits, currently bare in a successful effort to keep Jon distracted. Her makeup was intentionally "slutty," because she knew men like Jon wanted to be hit by a woman who looked ready for sex.
"Han...d..." mumbled Jon.
"Okay then!"
Kiki tilted his head up until they were face to face and then held her right glove in Jon's face. "See it?"
Jon nodded listlessly.
"It's going to put you out! Kiss it!"
Jon tilted his head into the front of the glove and smacked his lips on the leather.
"Nice boy! Good-night, asshole!"
BAP!
Jon went out on his feet. A feeling of pure, intense intimacy with Jon flooded Kiki's soul and she laughed cruelly as Jon wobbled and collapsed, bouncing on the ropes until his ass landed on the canvas.
Kiki pulled off his trunks and shoved Jon's legs apart, revealing a purple hard on. As promised, she gave him three expert hand jobs. Jon stirred and groaned and sighed, dreaming of an encounter with a female Asian fighter, dressed in a skimpy red boxing outfit.

   
When she finished, Kiki cleaned her hands on Jon's bare chest and removed his boxing gloves. Lovingly, she clasped his limp fingers around his semi-flaccid penis. As she took digital pictures of her felled opponent, Kiki decided to add most of the shots to her collection and email the most humiliating to Jon.

Jon knew that between them, Kiki was the better fighter, so he borrowed a pair of gloves loaded with sand from his friend.....


Kiki strode into the ring, topless and confident, for the rematch Jon had demanded.
"Miss me?" she cooed.
"Yeah!" Jon answered, looking over her chest. "A lot!"
"Then let's get this over with, I'm dying to make you sleep again!"
"Right away, Kiki!"
WHAP!
It was a cheap shot, but Jon got a lot of satisfaction  from the sound of his glove impacting Kiki's lovely jaw. It was a pleasure to watch Kiki stagger, eyes turned up, searching the ceiling but seeing nothing.
"You...got...a..."
Kiki grinned and slid downward. For a few seconds, Jon was going to let crash to the canvas, but caught her in his arms, setting her against the ropes as she had done to him.
"Thought you were gonna notch another KO on the lip stick case, didn't you?" Jon said, yanking down her trunks. He stared at the naked Kiki, chin resting on her slowly rising chest, legs open in a "V," marveling at her breasts, especially the hard, pink nipples. He caressed them gently, never tiring of the smooth, yielding of a women's flesh in his hands.
With his forefinger, Jon brought the unconscious girl boxer off three times, each orgasm bringing her closer to consciousness. As her head rolled on the middle rope, Kiki floated between dreams and consciousness.
Jon used his smart phone to record Kiki's first defeat. He would send her the clip.