Ariana's Win

I know what this match is for, Ariana thought. Someone wants to get laid and doesn't know how to ask politely. Or want to.
This realization occurred to a lot of women at the Amazonia Boxing Club, who comprised eighty-percent of the membership. Most guys at the Club needed to box a woman to be truly aroused.
In her heart, Ariana knew it was their foreplay and she was happy to reciprocate. Smacking a male opponent senseless got her going, too.

Larry caught himself admiring Ariana's body when Emma the Ref ordered them to touch gloves. He loved her bare shoulders and arms and powerful thighs. Think about fighting, not fucking he urged himself, aware of how much he loved athletic women.
"Box!" Emma the Ref shouted.
Ariana hit him immediately, grinning at the sensation of her fists striking Larry's body. Larry defended and counter punched because the sting of Ariana's head and body shots fired his need to get with Ariana.
"I know what kind of man you are!" Ariana told Larry during a fourth round clinch. "You want what you see in front of you! It's your 'thing'! And this is what your kind gets!"
Larry felt the punch clear and sharp.  Nothing followed the impact but total silence and a beaming Ariana, walking away as Larry went dizzy.

"That's right, boy, sweet dreams!!" Ariana shouted as Emma the Ref pushed her away from the supine fighter. "Get my punching bag to the hospital!"
Ariana joyously circled the ring, gloved fists raised in the euphoria of victory. Over her shoulder, she glanced Larry's seconds, Paula and Kaylee, place the inert boxer on a gurney and remove him from the ring. A rush of excitement propelled  the brown skinned girl onto the middle ropes of a turnbuckle, reenacting the upper cut that finished the match. Ariana pointed in the direction of her victim and joined her gloves into a pillow, on which she rested her head, eyes closed and smiling as if she had been knocked out.
The all female crowd screamed. Ariana leaped down to canvas and strutted from the ring to her dressing room.

In ten minutes, Ariana cleaned up and put on freshly laundered sweet pants and a T-shirt. She found Larry still out cold in his dressing room, his chest rising and falling gently.
"Lover boy still in dreamland?" she asked Kaylee. Paula went to find smelling salts.
"Yeah.." Kaylee answered, tenderly brushing the locks of Larry's dirty blond hair. It occurred to Ariana that Kaylee and Larry were intimates. Competition, Ariana told herself. There's always competition.
"Why don't you see what's keeping Paula," Ariana told Kaylee. "I'll watch over him."
Kaylee said Ariana wasn't so bad after all and dashed out of the room. Ariana yanked down Larry's trunks and fondled his erection. Still solid, God bless him! she thought, beginning to jerk him off. As his body approached climax, Larry's hips began to swivel and moans filled the room until he ejaculated.
Larry sat upright, gasping for air, groggy but conscious.
Ariana pulled his trunks back up and cleaned the cum from her hand with a nearby towel.
"Okay, Larry, next Friday..dinner, your treat!" After a kiss, she added "And I won't tell Kaylee."

Andrea and Keri

I wanted to do the mother and daughter together, a nice three-way. It worked out, but not exactly the way I wanted, but I won't complain.
Andrea and Keri Mitchell appeared one afternoon at the Amazonia Boxing Club, after I finished a sparring session with my friend, Desiree. She noticed the pair first as they talked to Desiree's husband Peter, the Club's head trainer.
"What do you think?" I asked Desiree as we both leaned on the top rope of the ring, cooling down.
She looked them over quickly but thoroughly.
"I'm not wasting my time with the young one, got straight girl written all over. But the mother..."
Desiree inclined to older women as sex partners outside her marriage. I half hoped she would distract the mother so I could move on the daughter.
Peter had filled her in the night before at dinner about his newest pupils. Keri, the daughter, was finishing a graduate degree in education. She was busty and slender. The parent, Andrea, had won the battle with age and retained a figure almost identical to Keri's, but her workout had given her much better defined biceps and thighs.
"If you nail the mother before I do, find out the situation regarding men."
"Peter said the mom mentioned a recent divorce," Desiree flashed an evil, lust driven smile.
"So she hates men...?"
"The smile was suddenly turned on me. "We'll see!"

I approached Keri directly a few days later, telling her how impressive she looked in the ring.
"You move like a natural."
Keri almost blushed. "I have a ways to go. Do you have a sparring partner?"
"No one permanent."
"I met Peter's wife, Dez..something..."
"Desiree."
"Yes. She said you're a good partner. Said you'd fit me perfectly!"
"Of course she did."

"This your first time in the ring with a guy?"
Keri nodded affirmatively. Trunks and boxing gloves suited Keri perfectly.
"Okay. We'll go slow till you get used to this. Remember everything Peter taught you and you'll be fine."
Hesitant at first, Keri sparred exactly as she'd been instructed. Peter did his usual good job as a trainer, Keri blocked, jabbed and counter punched effortlessly.
Five minutes in, I decided to throw the dice. Like a lot of beginners, Keri followed a predictable routine. Extending her right arm to land a punch, her jaw was exposed a few seconds than was a good idea.
WHACK!
My right clipped where her chin and jaw met. Keri dropped, landing heavily on her back, legs sprawled wide. She was out, stone cold.
I captured a few digital memories of the blond knocked out, nipples like unshelled peanuts. I carefully sat Keri up, supporting her in my arms as she came around.
"Hey...Garry!?....Come on, I need it bad....What happened?"
"I'm so sorry, Keri!' I blurted in hollow repentance. "I didn't mean to!"
"Mean to what?"
"I put too much force into a punch and I knocked you out. How do you feel?"
"Kinda...relaxed..."
I raised Keri slowly to her feet and walked her to the recovery room. Until her head cleared, she kept calling me "Gary." 
 Three days later I took Keri out to dinner to make up for my "mistake."  Keri admitted she was unable to stop thinking about me since our session.
I've never gotten over the sheer beauty of smiling woman, naked on a bed, propped up on her elbows.
When Keri asked me the next morning if I loved her, I said yes.

Andrea was more of a problem.
True to her prediction, Desiree get herself involved with the 45 year old woman, so I had to wait for that affair to run its course. A month went by when I heard Desire and Andrea had been in the ring. The next day, I saw Desiree with  black eye.
A second wrinkle: Andrea didn't spar with guys. She had matches, KOs only. I'm a gentleman, so I agreed. I'd stretch the fight to the third round and then uncork my right on the dimple of her pert little chin.

 
She entered the ring showing a lot of skin, dressed in tight black shorts and top and gloves.
"This is nothing personal, but I'm going to knock you out, hammer dick! I mean out cold!"
 That voice was aggressively silky.
"Maybe you'll be sleeping when this is over!" I countered.
Andrea banged her black gloves together loudly as the first round bell sounded.  "Maybe..." Andrea purred.
Emma the Ref told me I did pretty well at the start. I don't remember clearly. Andrea moved faster and hit harder than her daughter and I wanted to fuck her badly.
In round three, I was in a corner, looking for an exit when a double shot to my chin turned off the lights. Emma said I was out instantly and went to the canvas like a bag of sledge hammers.
 A cold, liquid slap hit me in the face. I was slumped in my corner folding chair, where Emma and Andrea had put me. Gasping and spitting water, I could see a worried Emma holding an empty plastic bucket, drops hanging from the rim. Andrea was leaned on a top rope, laughing out loud.
"You okay?" Emma asked me.
"Uh...who...?" I replied, absently looking at Andrea's bare thighs.
"Hey banana dick!" Andrea began playfully slapping me back to full consciousness.  "You're not the first twenty something I've put to sleep in the ring. Get his other arm, Emma!"
Andrea waited a few days and then took me on our first date.