Like Heaven

I couldn't tell you how long Jo Ann and I have been at this, a year or more. When her girl, Ellie, is away, we eat out at our favorite Chinese restaurant and then go back to Jo Ann's apartment in West Paterson. Sometimes she just needs a man..
We met at the Amazonia Boxing Club, because Jo Ann is into boxing and wrestling with guys and women. Supervised by Emma the Ref, Jo Ann and I had match.
I knocked Jo Ann out cold in the fourth round, tagging her perfectly on the chin.  We joke about it now, but I was scared as hell when it happened. The punch made Jo Ann stagger in her tracks, consciousness suddenly evaporating, limbs going to jelly. I admit I was aroused seeing Jo Ann KOed, with a faint smile on her soft red lips.
"Did you really need to put her to sleep, Jon?" Emma asked me, putting the stretcher beside the inert Jo Ann.
"I didn't mean to." I argued as we lifted the felled boxer onto the stretcher and moved her to the recovery room. Jo Ann was gone for five minutes. This was the start of our relationship.

"That was as a great punch, Jon," said Jo Ann. She was spent, but smiling. "Why don't you take me out to dinner tonight to make me feel better?"
While we were eating, Jo Ann informed me, "My girlfriend, Ellie, I really lover her...she's not home tonight..."

Jo Ann and Ellie were practically married, having shared the same apartment for five years.

"I can't see myself with anyone else," Jo Ann confessed. I looked over her beautiful brown body as she lay next to me and assumed Jo Ann meant "emotionally." Long ago I stopped falling for a woman just because we slept together. Still, Jo Ann is special to me, we clicked on some level.
As we became better friends, we trained together at the Amazonia. One Friday night, after dinner, Jo Ann suggested we wrestle. I didn't know much about wrestling, but I agreed. It would make a great warm up for sex.

Jo Ann knew more about wrestling than I figured. Before we got started, she positioned a stand alone, rectangular full length mirror opposite her and Ellie's bed.
"You want to see yourself go out, Jon!?" she purred. "Bet that would get you hard!"
As we grappled for a hold on each other, I could see the burning, joyful arousal in Jo Ann's brown eyes. While I was distracted, she snapped up my arm, spun me against her and kicked my feet out.
"Now you're mine!" Jo Ann breathed in my ear., snaking her free arm around my neck. She released my arm and i felt her hand clamp on top of my head. I knew instantly where I was going - to sleep!
"I know what kind of man you are...and what you want!"
As she pulled the hold tighter, Jo Ann shifted me a few feet from the mirror. The knockout was coming on.
I saw me kicking the carpet and pull at her arms, but as my vision blurred, I knew it was useless. All my strength drained and black spots appeared. I wanted to speak to Jo Ann, but I managed only sighs and half words. Reality was slowing down.
Half awake, I watched Jo Ann unbutton my jeans and pull down my zipper. Her fingers danced on my penis, already purple and hard, and began jerking me off. Pleasure and sleep tumbled in my being until Jo Ann I was approaching climax. She pulled the hold tighter and I fired cum all over myself. I plummeted into deep sleep.


Jo Ann was cleaning me up with a towel when I woke.
"I brought you off a few more times" she told me. I was dopey for the few minutes it took for Jo Ann to clean up. When she came back, she was naked.
"I can help you get a rise, honey!" Jo Ann chirped, sliding next to me.

 The full length mirror that I watched myself go under in was right where we left it.
"Did you like seeing yourself get knocked out, sweetheart?" Jo Ann purred as circled and grabbed at each others arms and hips.
"Yeah, I did! I never wanted to fuck you more as I went out!"
When Jo Ann laughed, I clamped my hand around the wrist of her right arm, yanking her against me.
"What's going on, honey!? Twist my arm off?"
Jo Ann's free elbow rammed my solar plexus before I could evade it. The agony put me on the carpet, unable to breath or see. Seconds later, Jo Ann's arms were around me, shifting me to an upright position. I resisted until the pain subsided enough for me to break her embrace and throw myself behind her.
Locking my legs around her slender waist, I dragged Jo Ann directly in front of the mirror, pulling both her wrists to the small of her back.
"Now what, Jon?" taunted Jo Ann. "Dislocate my shoulders?"
"No." I whispered lovingly in her ear. "Watch the mirror Jo Ann!"
I could see her stare eagerly into the reflecting glass only a few feet away. The bottom edge of extended hand came down a few inches beneath her ear.
Pain stabbed through her. Jo Ann blurted a sharp "OHHHH!" We both saw her eyes widen with the impact and then stare ahead. I released the hands and Jo Ann's motor control of her body shut down, she slumped against my chest.

 
Her eyes stayed open a few seconds, demonstrating Jo Ann's drift into sleep.
I watched the serene, sleeping form in my arms and knew Jo Ann was completely devastated. Lifting her eyelids, I saw only their whites. Jo Ann let out a contented sigh when I settled her on the bed.
God!, I thought, She's so magnificent! The faint smile from our boxing match reappeared and the nipples of her compact breasts strained for the ceiling.
I sat beside her on the bed and kissed her pussy. I penetrated her labia with one finger and gently searched for her clit.  A train of murmurs and half-whispers from Jo Ann followed they rhythm of stroking her pussy, until she spurted an orgasm. "Ellie!....Ellie!....Ellliiiieeee!...." 
Jealousy surged through me, which I blotted out almost immediately.
"Sweet dreams, Jo Ann." I wished her, pulling the blankets up to her pert chin and kissing her forehead.
Jo Ann was out of it for fifteen minutes, still seeing stars and rubbing her sore neck after sitting up in bed.
"Damn, I was out!" she exclaimed. "I mean completely gone!"
"Dream of anyone?"
"Ellie...I think you..it was like heaven..."
 

 
I was awake first early the next morning, not certain when Ellie was due to arrive.
Jo Ann said I had nothing to worry about, Ellie wouldn't return until after lunch. We fucked three more times.
"You're in love with me, aren't you, Jon?"
I hesitated, but not because I was unsure of my feelings. I was very sure. But Jo Ann was tied to Ellie, so I didn't want to complicate what we already had going.
"Yeah...but..I get it.."
"I love Ellie, but I can't do with her what we do."
"We can smack each other around and then fuck."
Jo Ann looked shocked by my directness and then, a long moment later, smiled.
"Like I said, I get it." I repeated.
I kissed Jo Ann and we made the bed together. Driving home, I wondered how long Jo Ann could balance what Ellie gave her and what she got from me.

The Little Amazon

Between Donna breaking up with Eric and her introducing him to Kitsune, a month elapsed.
Eric, a boy of twenty-three, did not take Donna's decision very well. They were together a little more than a year and he was deeply in love with her. And Eric couldn't fuck her enough.  A veteran of two marriages, Donna didn't fall in love with anybody and eventually got bored.
Donna was not surprised at how angry and resentful Eric became, she was used to that from younger lovers. What annoyed her was the high volume of trash talk he spread behind her back. The number of women Donna slept with was multiplied by ten in Eric's fabrications and he made it appear that she cheated on him during all those flings.
Fed up, Donna challenged Eric to a match.
"You need a lesson in growing up!" Donna told Eric as Emma the Ref reviewed the Amazonia Boxing Club's fight rules.
"Sure!" Eric sneered.
"Back to your corners!" Emma shouted, certain how this bout would end.
"Box!" Emma yelled.
Donna had no mercy on Eric. She methodically worked him over, punishing the body, making certain each second was personal torment for her foe. After two rounds of abuse, Donna saw that Eric was ready.
As he moved sluggishly in response to the bell, Donna delivered a final gut shot, that exposed Eric's head.
The first upper cut rattled the room, flinging Eric into the ropes. The ropes contracted and Eric danced forward like a drunken ballerina into the second punch.
Eric landed in an ocean of warm, caressing blackness.
"He's out!" Eric heard Emma loudly declare, even though he knew he was in Dreamland.
"Yeah, he loved it! Check to see if he's got wood!"
As Eric felt himself being rolled over, blackness took him like a lover.

Before Eric emerged from deep sleep, Emma wondered if he got Donna's message.
"He got it clearly!" Eric heard between opening his eyes and being hit by the throbbing pain rifling his jaw. Emma checked the defeated fighter over and told him he'd be okay.
"So you understand!?" Donna asked, firmly. "We're done and over! No more shit talking or I'll put you in the hospital!"
Steve looked away.
"Got it?"
"Yeah..." mumbled Eric, rubbing his chin.

"What do I want?" Kitsune asked.
"In a man!" Donna stressed the second part of the question she'd asked the younger woman a minute earlier.
Kitsune tilted her head on the pillow to watch Donna put on her underwear and dress. Kitsune gave the question silent thought.
"He doesn't have to be good looking or in great shape. He does need a good job." the  Asian girl answered. "I need him to talk like a human and not be a dick!"
Both women  laughed in unison, loudly.
Donna encountered Kitsune the night before at a party celebrating the formal opening of the branch office of Form Co. Kitsune was a manager in the finance department. Donna was pleased to hear that Kitsune was a fighter, also. After dinner and the dedication speech, they went to Kitsune's place.
"And he has to like..."
Kitsune hesitated and grinned.
"Like what?"
"To..get beat up.." Thinking of men she KOed in the past made Kitsune grin wider.
"I know just the guy." Donna said, buttoning her blouse.

 

She explained that Kitsune was "just curious" to see what kind of fighter he was.
"I'm looking for a partner." added Kitsune, when Donna introduced her to Eric at the Amazonia Boxing Club.
"For sparring?" he asked, looking over the sort of skinny girl, thinking he need to go easy here.
"Oh yes, that, too!"
They were in the ring ten minutes later, with Donna standing in Kitsune's corner. During round four, the young girl hit Eric twice in the mid section and slammed his chin. For the second time in thirty days, a woman made Eric sleep in the ring.
"So there's Miss Punching Bag," observed Donna. Emma the Ref was half done with the ten count. Kitsune stared at Eric with intense pleasure. She felt so alive.
"So what are you going to do with him?" Donna asked.
"Fuck him," said Kitsune. "Fuck him stupid!"

Eric woke pleasantly exhausted. Kitsune's side of the bed was vacant, but he heard someone in the kitchen, soothing his fear that he wasn't going to get laid anymore that day.
Kitsune had just finished cooking scrambled eggs for both of them, putting the largest portion on Eric's plate.
"Thanks, Kitsune, but I could have made breakfast."
"I know." She gave Eric a kiss. "But I do great scrambled eggs and you need your strength."
YES! Eric shouted in his heart. but stayed outwardly calm. "What for?"
"We're going to fight again."
"What? Why?"
"Because of last night, stupid!"
Eric stared, perplexed. "I had a great time last night!" he pleaded.
"So did I! Donna was right, you know how to fuck a woman!"
"Then why are we having a rematch?"
"When a man really satisfies me, touches my soul like you did, I always beat him senseless."
Kitsune paused for Eric's reaction, which was deepening confusion. "My Dad taught me to box and said no man could ever conquer me."
"Okay...?"
"If I gave into you, you'd own me body and soul..so I have to clobber you."
Eric let his fork clank abruptly on his plate. "For get it! I'm not doing this!"
Kitsune appeared to frown. "Did you enjoy last night?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Then how about this Saturday afternoon?"

Thinking about the sex he had with Kitsune kept Eric determined to go through with the match. The smile Kitsune flashed from her corner, where Donna was massaging her shoulders, told Eric "I made you sleep once, I'll do it again!"
"Box!" Emma the Ref yelled over the crowd of cheering female spectators. Circling and punching each other, the intimacy the two fighters had created between them re surged. They knew each other.  Both focused that knowledge into their punches and stayed on top of the other in the hope one would give in.
In the final moments of round three, Eric pressed Kitsune to the ropes and bashed her twice in the midsection. The woman fighter was stunned by the force of the blows and gasped as the pain bent her forward , her mouth open in soundless agony. Eric hesitated, seeing Kitsune's eyes start to close. Eric inhaled deeply and fired a right.

 

The lights in Kitsune's skull went out immediately. On her back, Kitsune slumbered, unaware Emma the Ref had started the ten count. Eric stepped back from his handiwork, bewitched by the sight of his lover unconscious and vulnerable.
When he heard Emma shout "SEVEN!" he told himself, "She's mine!"
Kitsune's head and hands began to twitch and the bell clanged. Eric obeyed Emma when she pointed to his corner. Then Emma and Donna carefully moved the still limp Kitsune to her folding chair. A loud sigh escaped her lips. Kitsune's eyes fluttered open, slowly.
"Tousan...tousan...I won...I beat him..."
Kitsune was dizzy until she managed to focus on Donna.
"Eric knocked you cold!" the older woman said.
"Bell..." Kitsune violently shook her head. "That asshole!"
"Well, this is a boxing match...." reminded Emma.
"Do you want to finish?" asked Donna.
Kitsune glared across the ring and nodded affirmatively. As she answered the bell, fists raised, Kitsune saw the hesitation in Eric. She pushed through his defense and went to work on his body.
Eric could not escape the assault, which grew more ferocious as seconds ran past.
Kitsune gave her lover a minute's more punishment and said, "Dream about me!"
A left-right combination exploded on Eric's head.
The second punch left him senseless and spun him in a circle as he went to the canvas. Kitsune spat a string of Japanese and  English insults at the man she loved as Emma counted him out. At "TEN!" Emma raised Kitsune's right fist in the air.
He's mine!, Kitsune thought, watching Donna and Emma carry Eric from the ring.
 
A week later, Kitsune visited Eric, who was still bruised and sore from the fight. She thought he looked very sexy.