Amelia and Alma

Amelia, Mark's girlfriend, was taking a beating from Alma, aged forty-nine. In his heart, Mark was aroused and elated.

He spent three rounds watching a pretty even match between the two. Now in the fourth, Alma asserted herself and set to work demolishing the much younger opponent.  Alma had Amelia pressed on the ropes, landing surgical punches. The black haired Amelia was physically spent and remained semiconscious by force of her will. If Amelia survived the next two minutes, Mark would really be impressed. She absorbed each of the recurring body shots with small, sharp grunts. Amelia felt numb from Alma's pummeling, pushing her closer to dreamland.

"Know why I'm working you over like this?" asked Alma, targeting Amelia's belly with a barrage of leather. The girl "uuff"ed softly. "Don't know? Because when I clobber a brat like you, they're useless in bed for a month!"
A right hook bounced Amelia off the ropes. The cougar steadied her victim and tilted her pert chin into the correct position. "Please...please...now..." Amelia whispered.
Alma chuckled. "Maybe I can help Mark out during your convalescence?!"
BAP!!
A super nova went off in Amelia's skull, followed by a listless sigh. Amelia was out cold, but stood a few seconds before toppling at Alma's feet. Alma stared at Mark, whose eyes were wide with apprehension and lust.
"You wanna fuck her now, lover boy?!" jeered Alma. "You love Ms. Light Weight, right?"

 

Mark discovered older women in the summer of his junior year at Blake Mitchell University. One  night in late June, Mark participated in a monthly, all-comers mixed boxing match, conducted by his mother's best friend, Veronica Mitchell. Recently divorced, Mrs. Mitchell, as Mark knew her, selected a new boyfriend from the men she defeated in the backyard ring. She was undefeated.
Recognizing the unbridled lust in Mark's eyes, a feeling that burned in the young man since Mrs. Mitchell was his babysitter, she knocked him out directly. For the month of July, Mark spent every night making his teenage fantasies come true.
From then on, he was hooked. Mark bedded down a few more neighborhood women, in the forty and fifty age range, some married, some not. After graduation, he moved to the city, got a job and an apartment, and had a fling with Donna, who sponsored his membership with the Amazonia Boxing Club.

"No, you don't want her!" Alma said, removing her gloves and reclining on a turnbuckle, spreading her arms on the top ropes.
Mark walked past his unconscious lover and embraced Alma. The pair kissed for a rapturous minute and pulled off their garments. Mark was oblivious to reality, except for the pleasure of fucking Alma, his hands feeling up her well exercised ass and thighs. The fire of orgasm suddenly burned through both of them.
He slumped against Alma's bare chest, gasping for air, repeating "Oh, God!", while Alma told Mark how he satisfied her. Staggering back a few paces, Mark took in Alma's beautiful body. When their eyes met, Alma smiled maliciously. The bare knuckle upper cut put Mark out instantly.
Alma slowly redressed and put Mark's shirt and jeans back on him. She left him a few feet from Amelia, who was still touring dreamland.

"I'm going to injure that bitch!" Amelia swore days after the match.
Mark wanted to settle the score for the cheap shot he took from Alma after such a powerful
orgasm.
Being sore from Alma's beating disinclined Amelia to sex, as the warrioress promised. Mark knew Amelia's horniness would return and consoled himself with memories of his first encounter with Amelia.
She was boxing his ex girlfriend Jasmine and losing badly. Mark stood among the spectators as Amelia weathered the punishment Jasmine was handing out, but Mark was aware of how relentless Jasmine was in the ring. The young Asian girl finally went down, unconscious, like an abandoned rag doll. The vision of Amelia so vulnerable jolted Mark into falling in love. In a few weeks, they were a couple.

Alma was pleased with herself for knocking out Mark right after their quickie. It kept him coming back for more while his girl recuperated, but discouraged him from thinking any of Alma's emotions were involved.
After I finish Ms. Babe-in-the-Woods, Alma thought, I'll clobber that two timer!
As the third round of the rematch started, Alma believed it would be the last.

Amelia had learned from experience. She kept away from the older woman, striking only when she had the best chance to do damage.
"She's strong, but she'll get tired before me," she told Mark between rounds.
When one of the openings in Alma's defense appeared, Amelia hammered at her opponent's sides multiple times before pasting her chin hard as Alma twisted in pain. She followed Alma's retreat, attacking her belly and head with lightening punches. Amelia had lost all connection to reality, intent only on putting the other fighter down.
Alma wobbled from a right to her jaw, her vision smearing out of focus. A second blow shattered reality.
"Sleep, bitch!" Amelia sneered, smacking Alma's head back and forth, finishing with an upper cut. Weakness washed through Alma's body. Amelia, inches away, hurling punches, vanished. Alma did nothing to stop her body collapsing to the canvas. Going to sleep was so pleasurable.
Emma the Ref declared Amelia winner by a total knock out. Gloves reaching for the ceiling, Amelia did a victory dance around the ring.