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.