Sandy

I gained a reputation while taking boxing lessons at the Amazonia Boxing Club. I was named "The Hammer," but not for my punching power.
It wasn't anything I bragged about. Ninety percent of the Club's membership was female and most of them were single and straight. I ended up getting laid a lot. I think athletic women are pretty hot and, I discovered quickly, a fit woman is a horny woman.
Sandy and I clicked immediately and, while we kept things "open," she and I spent a lot of time with each other.  Having just finished the training I was starting, Sandy was getting ready for her first match. The challenge came from Karen, a big chested blond in her late 30s. The official word was Karen, built like a Nordic warrior-goddess, only went with women. But a few guys around the Amazonia claimed to have been with her. I figured Karen sometimes got cravings for men.

Sandy was slender, with bright blue eyes and an outgoing manner. She was visibly excited to start her debut match.
"Let's celebrate tonight after the fight!" she told me as I stood in her corner, massaging her shoulder. Her friend Connie gave her last minute advice before the bell.
"Celebrate what?" I asked.
"I'm here!" Sandy declared, pointing to the ring.
Karen beat Sandy up thoroughly in the first two rounds, planting her on the canvas, out for the count, in the third. Emma the Ref counted ten slowly over Sandy's supine form, hoping she would come around. Connie and I lifted Sandy carefully on to a gurney and got her to the recovery room.
In two or three minutes, Sandy was brought out of it, but my girl was groggy and seeing stars. I told Sandy that I was here for her and then, without thinking, "I love you, too!" escaped my lips. Sandy returned a faint smile of comprehension and settled back on the bed, her body sore from Karen's punches.
"Hey, Jeff," Emma said, pressing me toward the door. "Sandy needs to rest, okay? When she ready to move, we'll call you." 

When I walked outside, Karen was standing a few paces from the door, still in her boxing gear, arms folded combatively.
"You're next!"
Karen came at me, shoving me into the wall. "I'm going to fuck you up, like I fucked up your little slut!"
Karen pressed her body against me, her chest on mine, her eyes boring into mine. I felt physically threatened and really aroused.
"See this, asshole?!"
A clinched fist was suddenly in my face. "See it?"
"Yea...yeah!" I murmured.
"This is going to send you to dreamland. Woman ever knock you out before? You look the type!"
I barely articulated a "No."
Karen studied me for a few silent, intense moments. "I think you'd enjoy it, cum all over yourself! Yeah!?"
When I started my answer, Karen yanked me into a long, deep kiss, which consumed me.
"I'm going to leave you KOed and dreaming, lover boy!"
I stared mindlessly at her ample breasts as my hands caressed her ass. My lips danced on her throat.
I heard Karen inhale sharply, like she had been electrocuted.
"Here's a taste, faggit!"
The fist pounded my jaw. I fell against the wall and through blackness, landing on the floor, spread legs displaying an erection.
Through a dreamy fog, I watched Karen slowly strut away, giving me a great legs and ass show.
"I'll text you the time, Marc!"
 My body shuttered from the orgasm and I blacked out.

I accepted Karen's challenge. Maybe the KO punch rattled my brain, but I figured there was a very good chance I'd get laid, even if I got beaten...especially if I got beaten.
Karen wore the same outfit as she did at Sandy's match: black, tight fitting shorts and sleeveless top, that exhibited her tits. And the red boxing gloves! I get genuine hard wood for the right woman in the right boxing gloves!
"I should knock you out right now and go home!" taunted Karen, as we started round one. Her punches were solid and thrown with power, reminding me of how the fight could end if I wasn't careful. A right to the sweet spot on my chin and then sleeping for the rest of the night. I fought defensively, hoping my attacker would tire.
As the round flew by, Karen fought me with a vague smile, twisting her intensely set game face, like a predator closing on its prey.  
I adored Karen's breasts just a few seconds longer than I should have...
BAP!
I was floating in darkness, until my eyes reopened. Karen was laughing like a delighted child, pulling me by my arm, dog walking me to the center of the ring.
"Great!" she purred and let go of my arm, which fell lifeless at my side. "That was fun, it really was, but I need to go!"
She kissed me and groaned back through the haze.
"Now you got Miss Sandy Cum Dump all in love with you, so I'm going deliver to you as a present!"
Karen's lips smacked her left glove loudly. "Sweet dreams....Hammer!"
I heard the impact of Karen's glove snapping my head sideways. I never heard my body hit the canvas. 

I never knew how long I was out. When my eyes opened, I was siting up, Sandy and Connie supporting me on each side.
"Are you okay honey?"
It was a female voice speaking, but I didn't recognize it until Connie waved smelling salts under my nose.
"Sandy?"
"And Connie's with me, we found you here, beat up and unconscious!"
"How..." I mumbled.
"I got a call from Karen saying I could find a stupid horn dog in one of the private ring at the Amazonia. That's how I knew it was you!"
My head was throbbing. "Karen?" I asked.
"You fought her for my honor, that's how she explained it."
"I...what...?"
"You challenged her for crushing me in the ring. Oh, I love you so much!'
Sandy gave me a long kiss and the two women got me up. I stumbled a few times as we walked out of the ring, so Sandy pulled me close.
"When you said you loved me, I wasn't sure," chirped Sandy, giddily. "Now I know you really do!"