Soul Mates

Both were experienced wrestlers. Harlan primarily boxed. But when Donna challenged him to a KOs only wrestling match, he said, "Why not?" The leader of the Cougar Clique needed to shown her place, he told himself.
Harlan asked Donna why she was suddenly interested in a man closer to her own age. Mostly her opponents were in their twenties, who she beat senseless and then fucked like a mad woman when they recovered.
"Because pussy always knocks out cock," Donna answered.
That was the first time Harlan heard that.
Attracted to "gym bunnies," sexually attractive women in their twenties and early thirties, Harlan had developed an eye for opponents/partners that were saddled with "Daddy issues." There were a lot of them at the Amazonia. Most of the competitors he laid out, took Harlan to bed.

Harlan found the Cougar Clique women attractive because they were attractive women. But seeing Donna only a few feet away, he was impressed by what great shape she was in.
"You look damn good, Donna!" he said, getting the bout started on a positive note.
"Thank you Harlan, you're a real gentleman to say that!"
Donna had been giving Harlan an extensive legs and ass show since entering the ring. The black tights and matching fish net stockings that she wore to any mixed wrestling match revealed a generous quantity of thigh and buttocks. And Harlan really admired those cheeks, small, smooth and well exercised.
"You ready for me to put you to sleep?" Harlan asked as they moved carefully toward each other.
"When you're ready!" Donna snapped back.
For a few minutes, the couple twisted into each other, rolling on the canvas for a dominant position. Although Harlan wore an athletic supporter for safety and courtesy, Donna could read the arousal in his eyes. He enjoyed such close contact with Donna, but Harlan wanted her to be the one headed for Dreamland.

Harlan had grabbed Donna from behind, his arms working toward her neck. Pushing back violently, Donna was able to escape before Harlan's arms clinched her throat completely. She elbowed his gut and leaped behind her adversary instantly.
Donna snapped her arms around Harlan's throat, yanking him to her chest. Harlan fought the hold, fueled by disbelief  at being trapped. The feminine arms contracted under his chin.
"Seeing stars yet, Silver Fox?" Donna whispered mockingly in his ear. "Huh? The spots should be hitting any moment!"
Harlan sputtered a few curses. He felt his breathing slow.
"Ever been KOed by a woman?!  After singing lullabies to all those sluts you fuck, how does it feel?!"
Donna wasn't sure Harlan could understand her.
Leaden arms fell, one by one, against Donna's naked thighs.
"Where you going, honey? Going out for the night?"
Harlan groaned faintly and thought of Sara, with long brown hair, big tits and multiple tattoos.
He had an orgasm and passed out.
Settling Harlan on his back, Donna gave him a long kiss and said, "You are mine, asshole!

In the weeks after the wrestling match, Harlan couldn't fuck Donna enough. She called her lover "tamed," aware that finally being defeated in combat with a women released strong desire in some men. Donna's long legs and round tits consumed his thoughts. They were soul mates.
He forgot everyone else. Harlan even forgot about Sara.  

Of all the women at the Amazonia Boxing Club Harlan had slept with, Sara was his favorite and the most frequent. They met at Sara's twenty-fourth birthday party, thrown by a group of Sara's girl friends, one of whom Harlan knew well.
Sara's body was dotted with vivid tattoos, which drove Harlan crazy. As their encounters multiplied, Sara grew attached to the older man, despite having male partners closer to her age.
"I don't know why," Sara explained to Desiree. "After we fuck, I feel so secure being held in his arms!"
When Sara found out Harlan was plowing Donna, she was enraged.
"That old sea-hag!" she exclaimed. "I'll deck that bitch!"

Donna knew Harlan possessed a string of "gym bunnies" that he made love to on rotation. She was surprised that one of them lacked the maturity not to be jealous. Harlan was also the first man her own age that she had been with since her divorce four years ago. He was an adult and therefore had more realistic expectations than the young men Donna had slept with.
She didn't want to lose Harlan to that brat!

Sara moved carefully in the ring, which surprised Donna. Female opponents tended to come straight at her and into a right hook. Sara was more like a leaf gliding in the wind, frustrating the older woman's effort to end matters with a close in combination.
"You got a shiner coming up, Donna!" Emma the Ref observed between the third and fourth rounds.
"Yeah, she tagged me good!"
"Look, you want to give her a KO and Sara's not cooperating," Emma went on. "If you're not careful, you're the one who's going to be carried from this ring!"
"Fine!" Donna blurted, signaling how angry she was.

Donna showed patience in the following round. Harlan belonged to her!
"Lights out, slut!" Donna shouted as she winded Sara with a combination to the younger woman's midsection. A hammered right hook spun the girl in a circle. When Sara faced her rival again, Donna jerked Sara's head back with a brutal upper cut. Donna punished Sara's exposed belly.
Somewhere among the punches that followed, Sara went out cold. The younger woman never realized it happened. There was just a furious blur of red leather and then sweet blackness.

Sara lay completely unconscious between Donna, who reveled in her triumph, and Emma calling out the ten count.   

 

 

Cousin Donna

"Did you ever get knocked out?"
"Yeah, a few times."
Donna and her cousin Tommy were discussing her love for mixed boxing as they walked toward the secluded shed in her back yard. Tommy, a senior at Blake Mitchell University, was staying with his cousin for the weekend.
"There was one guy I had back here on a Saturday night. I really thought I had him ready to go at the end. I pounded him for three rounds. The he landed a phantom punch and it was lights out for your cousin Donna."
Tommy looked at Donna's well sculpted ass in tight black jeans as they entered the shed and pictured her flat on her back, punched out.
"When I came around, I had to fulfill my part of the bet...he watched while went down on his girlfriend."
Tommy had another instant daydream: Donna servicing Cathy, his girlfriend.
"What about me?" he asked, excited.
"You? You I'm going to put to sleep!"
"You will?!"
Tommy was really excited.
"Yep! We'll be boxing, working each other over real good and then you'll look at my chest a moment too long and...POW!.....you're down for the count!"
Tommy's eyes never left his cousin's body from the moment he arrived the night before. He wanted his cousin since he first noticed that girls were different from guys. Donna was in her late thirties then
just getting out of her marriage to "Cheating" Uncle Ted, as he was known. From that point on, Cousin Donna was never in one place and no one saw much of her. When she did visit, Donna always gave Tommy extra long kisses and told him his eyes could steal any woman's heart.
Then, a week after he turned twenty-one, Donna invited him to the house she bought a year earlier.
"We fight until one of us is out cold," said Donna. "That's your chair for between rounds over there."
"There's going to be more than one round?"
"I doubt it." Donna replied, slamming her fist into her open palm.
Tommy looked around the finished shed. An air conditioner hummed in the wall at the far side of the structure. Donna had a folding chair of her own, directly opposite Tommy's. The floor was completely covered with thick, blue, sewn together wrestling mats. A first aid kit hung on the wall in Donna's corner.

"What happens if I get knocked out?" Tommy wondered.
"I'll give you the ten count and carry you to your room."
 "And if I knock you out?"
Donna laughed dismissively and walked slowly back to her corner, giving Tommy an enticing legs and ass show.

They both put on shorts, with Tommy in a white T-shirt and Donna in the black bikini top she wore for all her bare knuckled, mixed boxing matches. Both came out circling when the automatic buzzer screamed. Tommy could see a lot more of his cousin's tits now and caught himself staring at them like she prophesied. He was the first to start landing punches, body shots only, because he was hesitant to punch Donna in the face. A left-right to his head, that put him on his ass, got Tommy over that inhibition.
He delivered two, pitiless body shots to the older woman, following through with a right upper cut, which Donna evaded. She stepped in as Tommy's hand flew by and slugged him in the stomach.
All the air in his body instantly shot from his mouth, leaving Tommy open to a head shot. Two in a row landed and a wall of black slammed down.

"Five! Come on, boy!"
Through blurry vision and a swimming head, Tommy heard Donna counting him out. Rolling over to face the ceiling and his cousin's evil, self satisfied grin, Tommy organized his thoughts.
"SIX!"
Tommy sat up. Seeing he was fully awake, Donna stopped the count and helped him stand up.
"You want to go on?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"Yeah!" He nodded quickly. "Fuck yeah!"
He's really horny now!, Donna observed internally. If I knock him out again, he'll jizz his shorts!

As he steadied himself, Tommy looked Donna over again, his aggression returning at the sight of her naked muscular arms and strong shoulders. Most of all, Donna's deep blue eyes radiated the message "Go ahead, do it!"
Sweeping in, Tommy swung three times at his target, connecting on the second and third tries. Donna went backward, giving her opponent the opening to tag her once more.
Donna went out on her feet, standing feebly, eyes rolled up. Tommy contemplated a finishing shot, but Donna toppled over, face impacting the mats. She exhaled, smiled and went completely out.

From the First Aid kit, he retrieved the smelling salts. Tommy was elated that he had clobbered his cousin, a fluke neither of them anticipated.
Donna would want to continue the fight when she woke..as Tommy would, also.

Rolling over was slow process, even after coming completely back from La La Land. Looking up, she saw Tommy, with open phial of salts in his hand. She understood abruptly was she was on her back.
Propped up on her elbows, Donna stared silently at her cousin, revealing nothing of what she was thinking. A smile edged across her face as she stood before Tommy, who felt scared.
"Hold up, Donna, I KOed you fair and square...don't be angry..."
He was retreating across the mats, in perfect sync with Donna's pursuit. Feeling the ropes on his back, Tommy surrendered to the incoming punch which was going to hurt a lot and very likely knock him out cold. An erotic impatience filled him. Donna's eyes were so intent.
WHACK!
The right upper cut did hurt, but only for a few seconds. The image of Donna washed away.
While Donna carried Tommy over her shoulder up to her bedroom, he dreamed of fucking Wonder Woman. He loved Wonder Woman.
Whenever Donna was on top of her cousin that night, the in her eyes, both maternal and slutty, told Tommy she knew what he was deep down.