The Two Sisters

The two sisters, Hatsu and Etsu, liked the same type. Marc matched their demands perfectly - tall, broad chested and dark black hair.
Since high school both women had been, as one aunt labeled them, "boy crazy." They never experienced "falling in love," but a physical lust so intense that they thought it was love.  But prior to fucking any man, Hatsu and Etsu had to beat a potential lover in the boxing ring. Joining the Amazonia Boxing Club after graduating from Blake Mitchell University gave them access to single men who would be up for such an arrangement.
Marc was one of them.
Hatsu approached Marc by herself, explaining that she and her younger sister both liked him. Was Marc interested in boxing with two girls at once?
He was taken aback at Hatsu's directness. "I'd probably knock both of you out cold," he responded.
"Maybe, but not likely." answered Hatsu.
"Why not? Have you two tried this before?" Marc went on, drinking his coffee.
"With some men yes, we try to be careful. Eventually they went down for the count!"
"Any special rules?"
"Yes. Nothing below the belt and we fight to a knock out."
Marc looked over Hatsu's exposed shoulders, slender and smooth, and her defined biceps.
"But what if I'm the one who finally puts you and your sister out for the night? I've KOed women in the ring before."
"That's true. Etsu and I have admired your skill at the Amazonia." Hatsu sipped her coffee, grinning wolfishly across the table. "But if you did, I know you'll be a gentleman."
                                                                  

Until the match started, Marc doubted it happening. There had to be a catch. But when he arrived at one of the Amazonia's private boxing rings, Hatsu and Etsu stood inside, arms spread on the top rope, smiling at him. The muted, but persistent hope that he'd get laid during or after the bout flickered in Marc.
"Hello Hatsu!" he said, looking at both women. "And you are?"
"Etsu."
Shorter than her older sister, Etsu possessed the same silky black hair and intense brown eyes. The pair were too slender to have been working out as much as they claimed. Marc then remembered the mixed boxing rule: Never underestimate a skinny girl.
"Great! Are two ready to get knocked out?"
"Hatsu was right about you."
"Oh yeah? Right about what?" asked Marc.
"A lot of things!" Etsu answered.
"Can you handle two women at once?" Hatsu injected.
"Always have."
"When you're ready, then..." Hatsu said, anticipation in her voice.
"Before we start, I want to tell you two something really quick."
"What's that?" Etsu asked, raising her gloves to her chin.
"Good night."
Both of Mar's arms wind milled forward, bringing his gloved fists down on the girl's skulls.
Their eyes widened from the powerful impact. Eyes rolling up, Hatsu and Etsu  sighed and swayed on their feet. The canvas went out from under them and the girls landed ass first.
Air escaped their parted lips in a long, gentle sigh as their heads drooped forward.
"Out! Cold!" Marc commented and sat down in front of the slumbering fighters.

Etsu was first to return from Dreamland, head nodding slowly, side to side, until she looked at Marc.
"My head!" groaned Etsu. "You asshole...!"
Etsu shook her head to collect her senses. "Hey...Hatsu...wake up..." She nudged her sister with her shoulder.
Hatsu's body stirred and then she jerked awake, searching the ring listlessly.
"What...happened...?" Hatsu asked, vaguely.
"I knocked you two out ! I warned you this might happen, Hatsu!" explained Marc.
Pressing her glove to her forehead, Hatsu replied, "My head...you...fuck..."
"Do you ladies have a headache?"
Etsu curled her upper lip in a sneering response.
"What's it look like?" her sister demanded.
"I brought something that may make it better."
"What? You fucking yaro!" Hatsu snarled.
WHAP!
POW!

A right to Etsu's jaw, followed by a left hook to Hatsu's chin, put both women back to sleep.
Marc removed his gloves and then did the same for the senseless fighters. Tenderly, h thumbed their eyelids and rested their heads on the middle rope. Each got an affectionate kiss.
"Sweet dreams, ladies!" he said, standing up. He looked down at the slumbering Hatsu. "I told you I could handle two women."

Hatsu and Etsu woke up angry. They were pissed that the one man they both wanted to fuck had sucker punched them unconscious -Twice! The sharp blade of frustration twisted even more because they knew sex was better for them with a man they defeated.
A rematch was quickly arranged.

Marc correctly assumed the sisters wouldn't repeat the mistake of trusting him. In the first round, Marc got Etsu out of the way early with gut shot-upper cut combination which hastily put her out on the canvas. He engaged with Hatsu until the automatic bell rang.

"Take your time," he told Hatsu, who as helping her now semi conscious sister get to her feet. "I'll be in my corner till you're ready to finish this."
Hatsu guided Etsu to their corner, where she checked his sister's eyes and pulse. Marc watched them whisper and nod to each other until they came out for the second round. Marc was startled by how fast they came at him, especially Etsu, who he assumed was going to sit this out.
The girls stopped short in front of their opponent. Hatsu's left fist and Etsu's right launched upward.
Something hard hit Marc on the chin and he was out.
His eyes opened to Etsu straddling his chest. Hatsu stood a few steps away, hands behind her back.
"Boy, Marc, you were really gone!" Etsu purred.
"And he looked so cute!" Hatsu added.
"How did you two...?"
Marc tried to sit up, but Etsu kept him prone.
"We figured that if you could cheat, we could, also!"
The younger sister picked up a boxing glove and shook it over her empty hand until a heavy rectangle of lead dropped out. Etsu glanced at her sister, who produced her lead bar from behind her back.
"Loaded gloves!?" Marc genuinely angered.
"That's right!" Hatsu laughed.
"Now to make things perfect...for us!" Hatsu handed her lead bar to her sister, who placed both bars in her glove.
"I like you a lot, Marc. I've com to see this in the last thirty minutes," began Etsu, slowly pulling the loaded boxing glove over her right hand. "Hatsu just thinks you're really handsome. But I actually like you!"
Etsu shifted her hand in the glove.
"I don't know, Marc...it might be true love I'm feeling!"
"Etsu! Now wait a min...!" Marc begged when he saw her glove go behind her waist. Etsu let out a curt laugh and Marc saw an explosion of colors. Marc was spark out cold.

A week later they had their three way. The two sisters agreed that victory made it better.

 

Liz

 

The ring was whirling. Sagged on the top rope, Karen was unaware that her match with Liz was nearly over. But Karen was aware that her body was aching from the three round beating Liz had given it.
"Come on, you!" ordered Liz, clasping Karen's right arm and dog walked her victim to the middle of the canvas. As she stumbled forward slowly, Karen was suddenly very dizzy.
Liz positioned Karen's head so she could look the semiconscious fighter directly in her classy eyes. Liz began measuring out the KO punch.
Both women were good looking blonds, tall and athletic and skilled fighters. Nature had gifted them with long legs and big tits, but Karen's stood out more because of her slightly shorter frame. These qualities made Liz and Karen very attractive to men inside and outside the Amazonia Boxing Club, which was why this fight happened.
Liz and Karen had both slept with Adam and each decided that belonged to them only. Karen rarely fell for men, but she really enjoyed what Adam did for her in bed. The same applied to Liz, she was not into sharing. So she challenged Karen to a match for the exclusive rights to Adam.
"I'll hit the big titted tart so hard, she'll be out for the weekend!" Liz told Adam the night before the match. "And then you're all mine!"
Adam went along. He decided that being owned by either woman was a small price to pay for getting laid continually.

"You're ready!" Liz asserted, freeing Karen's arm to fall uselessly at her side. Karen smiled stupidly as Liz taunted "Sleep tight, bitch!" Karen wondered why Liz called her that name? A mortar shell detonated on her chin.
The punch sent Karen into the air. Her body arched and her eyes closed without a struggle. She was completely asleep.
An electric thrill raced through Liz - the pleasure of a rival prone at her feet. Liz knew that even Karen deserved a ten count, so Liz removed her gloves, got her iPhone and recorded the defeated Karen.
As Karen's mountainous breasts rose and fell and her hands twitched in the boxing gloves, a sleepy smile curled her red lips.
"Yeah, you like getting beat up by a woman!" said Liz, shipping the video clip of Karen to Adam. Included in the attached message was "This is how much I love you!"

Karen didn't get knocked out for the whole weekend, just ten minutes.
When she came to, alone on her back, she had a headache and a desire to injure Liz.

The first step was to exact the price from Adam, for throwing in with Liz.
Patiently, she waited for Adam to be alone at the Amazonia gym.
"I have something for you, Adam my luv!" Karen teased Adam from the doorway of an unoccupied dressing room.
"Like what?"
Adam couldn't believe his luck.
"Some candy for my favorite boy. Come here!"
The pair had a long kiss. Karen corralled Adam into the dressing room and toward the massage bed, shutting the door behind them.
No one heard the five punches it took to put the hurt on Adam or the one that sent him to dreamland. He was found thirty minutes later, slumped against the wall.

"Heard you hit a dry spell?" Karen taunted Liz in the Amazonia's women's locker room.
When Adam was found beaten senseless, he was sent to the hospital. He had no memory of the attack, which meant Karen was never charged. The rumor that Adam was out of commission sexually for a month spread around the Amazonia. For Karen, the story wasn't a rumor, it was a victory.
When Liz only sneered, Karen went on. "It's tough when your new partner has mobility issues for awhile. It's frustrating!"
"What do you want, Karen?" Liz spat across the room.
"To help you with all that pent up misery...you need a good night's sleep!"
"Name the time and place."
"Saturday night, main ring!"
"Done!"

Emma the Ref doubled checked that the ambulance service was on her contacts list. One of these two is getting hospitalized, Emma thought as she reviewed the rules with Liz and Karen. Or maybe both.
The first two rounds flew by with nothing certain, except that both fighters were very angry.
Liz wanted to repeat her victory as soon and as painfully as possible. She struck Karen hard and frequently. The other blond dodged and blocked as effectively as she could, but learned retreat was a better tactic.
Late in the third, a flash punch hammered the right side of Liz's face. She walked into a wall of black and felt the sensation of stumbling. Liz was supported by Emma's arms when the wall fell away. Her legs were collapsed and feet dragging on the canvas.
"Where?" Liz murmured blankly to Emma, who successfully placed the fighter on her feet.
"What's your name?" asked Emma.
"It's Liz...I can fight!"
Emma studied Liz, asking the boxer three more questions. Emma signaled for the match to continue.

Karen tore into her rattled opponent, working her mid section until shifting to head shots. Worn down, Liz quickly found her strength draining and mental focus fragmenting. Liz eventually fell, crashing loudly at Karen's feet. Liz swam in blissful darkness.
Emma pointed to the neutral corner, where Karen strutted, fists raised in triumph even before the ten count began. Emma and Liz's second, Jasmine, carried the limp fighter to the recovery room.
When she returned to the conscious world, Liz saw she was laying on a bed.
"Shit!" she blurted.