Kaylee and the Old Man

"Don't let him beat you like that!" Cathy told Kaylee, who sat in a folding chair in the corner of a boxing in the Amzonia Boxing Club.
Kaylee nodded, trying to catch her breath, not removing her eyes from Harlan, her opponent. Through the last three rounds, Kaylee had struggled against feeling overwhelmed by his presence. She felt it stir in her again as she awaited the fifth round bell. This emotion she didn't share with Cathy or Sonia, her other corner person.
"I know, keep moving, he'll tire out." Kaylee recited.
"He's an old man," Sonia chimed in. "Knock him the fuck out!"
Kaylee nodded again just in time for the bell's clang. She leaped from her chair.


Harlan, a tall, handsome man in his late forties threw punches at Kaylee when they were in mid ring. Then Kaylee back peddled, providing Harlan quarry to pursue.
All right!, Harlan decided, pressing Kaylee to the ropes. Time for Goldilocks to go Nighty-Night!
BAP!
POW!
SOCK!
WHACK!
Connecting four effortless punches ended the match.
The first two, punishing body shots, immobilized the blond for the follow up, a right hook that drastically dimmed the lights in Kaylee's head. Kaylee's glassy eyes scouted listlessly for Harlan's fists.
He's...gonna...knock...me out, drifted through her brain. He's...so...big...
A right upper cut lifted the girl boxer inches from the ground. Kaylee went to sleep.
While Emma the Ref administered the ten count, Kaylee slumbered tranquilly on her back, one glove rising and falling with her ample chest. from a neutral corner, Harlan observed the count confidently.
A week earlier to the day, in the same ring, he transformed Jasmine, a friend of Kaylee's into Sleeping Beauty. A few days before that, Harlan did the same to his first challenger, Paula.

Emma the Ref felt a curious satisfaction seeing the loser removed from the ring to the recovery room. She had taken a serious disliking to Kaylee since her blatant attempt to steal Emma's boyfriend, Wes. Wes evaded capture, proving again he was one of the few men at the Amazonia who could be trusted.
"Nice job!" Emma told Harlan, who was removing his gloves. "I think she'll be out for the night!"
"Thanks." said Harlan. "It was easy."
"What are you doing tomorrow night?"
"Not much, Emma. Got any plans for me?"
"Plenty."
"Like Italian?"
"Sure do!"

With her naked body pressed on Harlan's, Emma explained that their night together wouldn't be repeated. Harlan admired how Emma kept her three-way relationship with Wes and Katie going happily, but he was disappointed.
Emma felt right for Harlan. The Amazonia Boxing Club's full time referee was intelligent, easy going, in great shape, and had exactly the kind of ass that gave Harlan wood.

Since joining the Amazonia, Harlan had enjoyed many twenty something girls, the "Gym Bunnies." They found his paternal good looks impossible to resist. It struck Harlan that the Gym Bunnies were in competition to accumulate the most orgasms in one night.
The women in his age bracket (forty to fifty), who comprised the Cougar Clique, endlessly appreciated the experience Harlan brought to love making and the fact he could string two sentences together. But they wanted younger men for the same reason Harlan loved the Gym Bunnies: both groups wanted sex with older partners.
As they dressed, discussing where to go for breakfast, Harlan wondered, if the menage a trois was so tight, why did Emma fuck him all night like a crazy woman?

"You going to give Kaylee a try?" asked Emma.
The couple drank coffee while waiting for breakfast to arrive.
"Sure. If she wants to go again, I'll put her down for another nap."
"No, I meant are you going to try to fuck her?"
Harlan let out a resigned laugh. "I don't think I'll get far there. I beat her up before I knocked her cold."
"You don't know Kaylee, she's crazy as a cork screw."
"No doubt," agreed Harlan. "But most of the Amazonia's membership is crazy someway."
Emma laughed cynically. "Try it."
"That would take a serious pair on my part to even propose it?"
They were both momentarily silent as they waitress set breakfast in front of them. Emma began shaking pepper on her spinach omelette. "And I know that you've got them."

 He went with his instincts and apologized to Kaylee for roughing her up in the ring. Harlan wasn't sincere, but when Kaylee responded positively, he kept going to see what happened.
Kaylee was impressed with his strength and fighting skills.
"For a man so...mature..." she added, gently caressing the salt and pepper hair on Harlan's temples.

They fucked the next night. In the morning, Kaylee talked about a rematch.
"A lot of people think I can knock you out," Kaylee told Harlan. "Last fight, I was occupied with other things."
"So now the distraction is out of the way?"
"Pretty much!" she answered, giving him a kiss.
"Because in all honesty Kaylee, I have height and weight advantage on you. I'd probably put you out again."
"Not this time!" A bright anticipation burned in the blonde's eyes.

Harlan gave Kaylee three rounds to keep her dignity. She fought well, demonstrating what she could do. One perfectly executed shot to the blonde's chin put her to sleep in the fourth.
Standing in a neutral corner, Harlan watched Emma slowly count out Kaylee. He thought she was giving the downed fighter as much time as she could to recover and fight on. But Harlan had hammered Kaylee's sweeet spot, putting her out for five minutes at least.
The grin on Emma's face stretched as the count approached ten.
"Winer by a total knockout, Harlan!" Emma shouted, pointing Harlan's glove to the ceiling. "You made that little tramp sleep like a baby!"
"Uh...yeah!..." Harlan replied, watching the limp Kaylee carried from the ring. In his corner, Emma removed his boxing gloves.
"You were such a gentleman giving her three rounds to save face," Emma chirped. "That was so sexy!"
"Thanks, Emma."
"And then POW!! you sent her to Dreamland! I loved that part the best!" Emma's voice filled with excitement. "Are you doing anything Saturday night?"
"Gee Emma...I don't think..."
"I still love Italian!" Emma said.