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.