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.