Natasia

The first signal from Natasia came at a staff meeting. As a newly appointed department leader, Natasia  was about to make her first quarterly report and she was very eager to start.
"Ready when you are, Miss. Alvarez." stated the office manager. Seated beside him was Louis, who had just concluded his presentation.
"Right!" Natasia answered, standing before a small group of associates. From an excess of enthusiasm, she slammed her right fist into the open palm of her left hand. The loud "SMACK!" that filled the small meeting room sparked  a movie n Louis' imagination.
Now Natasia and Louis were alone, a strong erotic charge playing between them. Natasia was still in her business suit, but the white blouse was undone, revealing her cleavage and the edges of a black lace bra. Magically her black skirt was looser and shorter. Both she and Louis had their fists up.
"You gonna fight me, Louis?" taunted Natasia. "Come on, hit me!"
Fists collided with bodies. The fire in the female fighter's eyes never lessened no matter how many blows struck her until …"WHAP!"
Nastia fell to the floor unconscious.
Louis began the count. At "FIVE!" Natasia began to stir and just beat the count.
Up went her fists again. "Good shot, let's finish this!"
Natasia pasted Louis with a sharp upper cut. When he came to himself, Natasia was on one knee at his side.
"I loved that fight! I'm so horny from beating you up, Louis!"
She removed the blouse and bra, flinging them away. Natasia straddled Louis like a jockey. "Now show me what you're really good at!"
As Louis pulled down her black panties, she kissed him.
Applause snapped Louis back into reality.
"That was excellent, Miss Alvarez!"
The office manager and everyone else were impressed with Natasia, who gave them all a big smile.

Until that department meeting, Louis only felt standard male lust for Natasia. He wanted to fuck her the way he wanted to fuck all the good looking women at work. But the sight of Natasia using her clinched fist changed her. He had to have a fist fight with Natasia as a prelude to sex.
Everyone knew Natasia was unmarried, but Louis wanted to know if she was unattached or unattached enough. While they discussed issues regarding their departments, Louis searched her desk for pictures of a man or children. There was only a framed photograph of a white haired woman, with features that resembled Natasia's.
He listened around corners and at nearby lunchroom tables to Natasia talking with female co workers. Often they traded stories about the men in their lives, with Natasia stating she was holding auditions for "the right man."
She fucks around! Louis thought Thank you, God!

A few days later Louis asked Natasia out. She suggested an outdoor restaurant near where she lived.  In an effort to get some personal history on his date, Louis asked bout the picture on Natasia's desk.
"That was Grandmother Alvarez," she explained. "She was the only family I had."
She lived alone, but had been engaged.
"I think I chased him away," she confessed. "I play rough with men."
"All the time?" asked Louis.
Natasia shook her head happily.
"All the time."

"I want to get naked for this fight!" Natasia told Louis.
By that point in the evening, Louis was so relieved to hear Natasia agree to fist fight, "just to see
how good you are," that she could have dressed like a nun. Natasia did strip down to a black bra and matching skimpy gym shorts.
The first punch Natasia got in startled Louis, but he blinked it away and hit back. Natasia absorbed everything threw with a grunt or a "That hurt!" hoping that it would arouse her opponent more.
"Hitting women is fun for you!"  she said as blows flew back and forth. "So fucking great to put me in my place!"
Natasia socked Louis across the empty living room. "Fucking all those women at the office and now I'm fucking you! And I think you like it!"
Louis was numb from repeated body shots. The words fired at him were meaningless. Pain exploded in his jaw and Louis toppled in heap on the couch. Natasia mounted the lifeless male and kissed him. "You're gonna be such a monster fuck!" she shouted in Louis' face and deliberately punched her co-worker in the right eye. A short "awwwwh" emitted from Louis, but he continued to slumber.

"That's what you get for hitting girls!"
Natasia's voice chided Louis through the lifting blackness. "Keep the ice on your eye."
She had moved Louis to her bedroom. "How are you feeling, Louis?"
"Awful...."
"That's normal. I beat you senseless." Natasia explained, carefully lifting the bulky ice pack from Louis' aching face. "Yes! It's already purple!"
She lovingly slipped a pillow under his head.
"I'm going to tell everyone at the office how you got that black eye! How I own you!"
Natasia  lay down next to Louis. "Boxing women isn't your thing. When you feel better you can show me what you're really good at!"

Kiki Goes Crazy

One May afternoon at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Kiki was in the ring with Kevin, who she challenged impulsively to a match.
"You can kiss them," she offered between punches, fully aware of why Kevin gave in to her come on.
The sudden possibility of feeling Kiki up so surprised Kevin that his arms dropped away from his face.
"Yeah?!"
"As soon as you wake up!" answered  Kiki.
BAP!
For a few seconds, Kevin thought Kiki had used a baseball bat on his chin instead of her fist. Pain vanished and Kevin stared blankly at Kiki's firm thighs and then he was asleep.

It was a sexual pleasure for Kiki to knockout men like Kevin. Basically nice guys who were horny beyond description. They looked especially cute to Kiki when they were out cold on the canvas as Kevin was, slumbering through Emma the Ref's ten count.
She'd give him some, one night next week after he'd recovered. Kevin had been a gentleman in the ring and Kiki believed that virtue should be rewarded.

Kiki was true to her word. She purposefully ran into Kevin at the Amazonia the following Wednesday. He was uninjured except for the bruise where she punched his ticket for the Dreamland Express.
Sounding flirtatious, Kiki apologized for the sucker punch. Kevin said he'd let it go, being deceived that way by a woman was a turn on for him. Their talk over dinner at Zappatelli's confirmed her estimate of Kevin - intelligent, but a little shy, and pretty articulate when stimulated. And honest.
He had heard the chatter in the men's locker room that Kiki did mixed fighting sessions along with her acting career. The session work, she told him, involved sex with the clients.
"So...I've...been with a lot of men..." she added, hesitantly.
Kevin smiled. "I haven't been with any!"
The pair broke out laughing.

Between orgasms, Kiki put on boxing gloves and brought Kevin off. When she saw how much he enjoyed it, Kiki said, "You're a dirty boy. Kevin! And every Dirty Boy needs a Bad Girl!"
On the morning of their first night together, Kiki wondered if she was falling for Kevin. All she could do was think about her new lover. Day dreaming about Kevin made her flub lines during filming and at rehearsals.
"What's his name this time?" a female cast member on a movie shoot yelled out. Startled, Kiki blurted "Kevin!", causing everyone on set to laugh out loud.
While driving home from the gym, Kiki reached her hand down the front of her shorts at a long red light. She masturbated to the memory of Kevin fucking her. As the light went from red to green, Kiki had a powerful orgasm behind the wheel. Kiki felt sure she was going crazy when she recalled the look on the faces of the mother and young daughter in the car beside her.

A few days later Kiki was with a client at her sessions studio, a converted Curvies Exercise Center on Route 46. Things were going as they agreed to - a few rounds of mixed boxing, followed by sack time with Kiki. Seeing the client's erection pushing on the front of his boxing trunks as they fought reminded Kiki of Kevin in the same condition the night before. There was an explosion.
Kiki slept peacefully on the canvas for five minutes.
She woke to smelling salts being waved under her nose.
"I didn't think the punch would be that hard!" the client implored. "I'm so sorry!"
Kiki jumped to her feet and violently pulled her client to the room where she kept the queen-sized bed.
As she watched the exhausted but thoroughly satisfied gentleman drive away, Kiki knew what she had to do.

Kiki began going with other men that Kevin knew from the Amazonia after she ended things with him. She made sure people saw her with those men, churning anger and jealousy in the her former lover. When Kiki ordered him to "Get over it!" the emotional flood gate burst and Kevin challenged Kiki to a match.
"You sure?" she cautioned. "I'll be fighting for my freedom, so I will fuck you up!"
Kevin's angry grunt made Kiki very happy.

Kevin went down twice in three rounds. Kiki made fun of him each time as he got to his feet. She could have knocked him out cold in round one., but she restrained the impulse.
By the sixth, Kevin was enraged at the woman he'd made love with a few weeks ago. Time to teach a lesson! he decided.
Being a gentleman, Kevin went to work on Kiki's body before delivering the headshots. Kiki yielded to the force of the punches until a combination to her chin slowed down reality. The knockout was creeping up on her. He's going to do it! Yes! she thought joyfully.
"You're...gonna...make...me..." she mumbled.
WHAP!
Kiki's body was numb and darkness was creeping around her, making her relax.
"Come on.. Kev...put...me..."
WHACK!
Blackness washed away any pain Kiki still endured. Finally! was her last thought.

Kiki and Kevin got back together so quickly after the fight that it took her a few days to notice the feelings of craziness were gone.

Come Again

After graduation from Blake Mitchell University, Mark returned home and he wanted Veronica again. The previous summer, they had a fling after Veronica, the same age as his mother, knocked Mark out cold in a boxing match.
Over the past three years, Veronica conducted all comers mixed boxing matches in her backyard on the last Friday of every month. From the defeated males, and she knocked out every man who challenged her, Veronica would select a lover for the next thirty days.
Mark never forgot last August - almost continual sex with a horny older woman, who had generous breasts and powerful legs that he had jerked off to since he was thirteen. It all ended when Mark started his senior year in September and not even a new girl friend named Rosie could erase Veronica.

"I've got someone right now!' Veronica insisted to Mark. She was excited to see how taller he  had become in one year.
"Yeah? Who?"
"Sam."
Mark wracked his brains for anyone in town by that name and decided it was some guy passing through.
"Be real, Veronica! There's nothing wrong with an unattached woman having two men."
Veronica noticed that Mark's eyes were still that shade of light blue that stirred her.
"Okay...sure!" she agreed, with sudden joy. "But how are you going to explain that black eye?"
"What black eye?"
WHAP!
Propelled by Veronica's straight right, Mark landed on the couch, out cold. As he dreamed of sex with Ariana Grande, Veronica carried him into her bedroom.

Mark fucked Veronica at every opportunity and avoided her house when his rival's pick up truck was parked outside.
Like Rosie at university, Veronica needed to get laid - a lot! Unlike his college girlfriend, Veronica didn't push her way into Mark's independent existence, trying to change him and tell him what to do. So when he wasn't with Veronica or hunting down a job, Mark would be out drinking with his friends, mostly at the Clam Sand Which Club.
One night at the Clam, Mark was approached in the parking lot by a beautiful, statuesque blond. He figured she was one of the dancers out for a smoke, maybe looking to turn a trick.
"Hey, there," Mark said with casual friendliness. "What's your name?"
The woman looked at Mark like a stalking tiger. "Sam. You're Mark, right?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"I got Veronica to confess."
Mark gave a startled look, leaving himself wide open for a head shot.
Fists landed all over Mark for a half a minute that felt like thirty years. When Sam let up, Mark sagged against a parked car.
"My name is Samantha, got it?!  If you go near Veronica again, I'll really fuck you up. Clear, Banana Dick?"
Mark could only nod his head. A right hook put Mark out completely. Mark wouldn't have to explain his now matching shiners.

"You know I knocked out every guy I took on?" Veronica began her explanation to Mark, a few days after he was released from the hospital. "Well, one night Samantha showed up out of nowhere and challenged me."
Despite the aching body, Mark could still recall the pleasures of last summer. "And...?"
"At first I figured she was a pissed off wife or girl friend. Samantha trounced me for two rounds. Then she put me out for five minutes!"
The pair were taking a break from making love for the last two hours.
"When I came to...I couldn't help it. I was in love with Samantha, the first person ever to defeat me in the ring."
She rolled over and kissed Mark. "I still like men and most of all you, sweetie. But I can't get Samantha out of my heart!"
Mark lovingly stroked Veronica's breasts. "Samantha is a trespasser and I'll settle things!"


The fight for Veronica was held at the Amazonia Boxing Club and it was "knock outs" only. Samantha insisted. As he watched his rival across the canvas, Mark reviewed what he'd learned about Samantha in the last week.
She and Veronica were completely in love and so Samantha rejected the suggestion that Veronica have separate relations with Mark.
"Never been with a man, ever," Veronica told Mark earlier. "Not even to find out if she liked them or not."
"Well, Samantha should realize not every woman is so..one track." Mark answered. "Why are you in love with such an obsessive?"
"I can't explain it," Veronica said. "She knocked me clean out and I woke up in love with her."
"Just like I woke in love with you?" Mark replied.
Yeah, decided Mark, as Emma the Ref waved the two fighters in for round one. I'll end this with one punch!
Moving forward, fists up, Samantha thought the same thing.

Veronica was at ringside, watching every moment of the battle. Her Amazonian lover had a full inch in height over Mark and a longer reach. Veronica stared at the punishment her male lover was taking, fascinated by how Samantha was preparing Mark for the knock out.
A round earlier, Samantha concentrated on Mark's body, draining his stamina. Now she proceeded like a surgeon, landing punches that incrementally nudged him into Dreamland. Veronica couldn't bare the arousal in her soul.
A merciless right to his midsection drove the air from Mark. His eyes widened and instantly began to close. Veronica knew he was losing consciousness.
WHAP!!
The from the waist upper cut shut off the lights in Mark's head. The all female audience screamed its approval when he impacted the canvas.
Veronica pounced into the ring when Emma the Ref called out "TEN! You're out!" and pulled Samantha into a long kiss.
The crowd now shouted "Samantha the Queen!" over and over as the victor scooped up Veronica in her arms and carried her from the ring, like a bridegroom on a wedding night.

Who is Stronger?

Atomic Girl has the moves, Simon Copperfield admitted to himself. In the two, pay-per-view charity benefit fights, Atomic Girl, senior agent with Justice Force, worked over and knocked out Copperfield's two henchgirls, Ling Tanchun and Ursula Martinson.
Just before the first fight, Atomic Girl declared publicly, "These two women might be desirable to men, but they'll be useless against a real woman!" The accuracy of that judgment hurt Copperfield in retrospect, both women were his romantic partners.

Ling accepted Atomic Girl's challenge confidently. The technology and combat expert assured Copperfield that she would be the winner.
"Miss Big Boobs will be asleep  by round three," Ling forecast moments before strutting past the cameras and the cheering crowds to the main ring of the Amazonia Boxing Club, which hosted the bouts.
Copperfield and Ursula watched, helpless and entranced, Atomic Girl clobber Ling over the course of four rounds. A heartless "WHACK!!" silenced everyone in the gym. Ling shot into the air over the ring, eyes shut, mouth agape, limbs dangling.
When she regained consciousness in a Justice Force infirmary bed, Ling couldn't remember hitting the canvas. She slumbered peacefully through Emma the Ref's ten count and was removed on a gurney by two Justice Force agents.
Atomic Girl swaggered to Copperfield and Ursula.
"One in custody and one to go!" she purred, staring at Ursula. "You're next, sweetheart."

Copperfield pleaded with Ursula not to fight Atomic Girl.
The Nordic blonde was busty and wore a pair of boxer's braids, didn't have the same skill set as Ling. Immensely attractive and a pretty good actress, Ursula could keep security guards occupied for the time required to apply a blackjack to their skulls. She was the girl in a brawl that the crime fighters always ignored. Once it looked like Lady Puma and Atomic Girl were about to subdue Copperfield and Ling, but Ursula appeared from nowhere and smashed a vase over each of the do-gooder's heads. The criminals were long gone when Good Girls came around.
Copperfield would dearly miss Ursula's considerable "assets" if she lost the fight.

Atomic Girl had seen molls like Ursula before and felt sorry for them. It was clear that Ursula had mistaken Copperfield's sexual ardor, henchgirl paycheck, and super villain accommodations as signals of Copperfield's genuine love. So she ended the fight quickly.
A hard gut shot winded the blonde. A well-executed upper cut whipped out Ursula for the count.
Angry, Copperfield could only watch Ursula being counted and carried out. With sexy arrogance, Atomic Girl challenged Copperfield to a KOs only match.
"Any time!" he agreed. "But if I put you out, you have to release Ling and Ursula!"
"Fine by me!"  Atomic Girl banged her gloves together. "Oh, yeah!"

The sports bra Atomic Girl wore for the fight against Copperfield was slightly tighter than the one she usually wore. The Justice Force file on her opponent revealed he was a breast man. He needs to see the nips, she decided.
"You know when I first got interested in you, Simon?" asked Atomic Girl amid a flurry of exchanged punches.
First name basis now? Copperfield wondered. "When?"
"The Catan Heist in New York. You were in an epic fight with Lady Puma."
Months earlier, Copperfield and his hench-girls attempted to steal the ancient Catan Tapestries at the Metropolitan Museum and were foiled by Justice Force operatives, lead by Lady Puma and Atomic Girl. Lady Puma managed to take out Ling, after she demolished a number of Justice Force agents. She then turned on Copperfield. He and the others would have been apprehended if not for Ursula.
"You in love with me now, Atomic Girl?"
"More than that!" countered the crime fighter. "I have plans for you."
Typical female, out to reform every man!, thought Copperfield, slugging Atomic Girl hard on the jaw.
"Good shot, hammer dick!" she exclaimed. "Welcome to phase one!"
WHAMMM!!
Copperfield was wondering what Atomic Girl was laughing so joyously at, but gave up when he fell past her. Copperfield flopped into warm blackness.

"Where...?" asked Copperfield when he came awake. Feeling around, he learned he was on a large, comfortable bed. At least I'm not in jail, he thought.
"You're right where you belong."
Atomic Girl, now in a white negligee, sat on the bed beside her captive. "My bedroom."
"What about the match?"
"I knocked you into Dreamland in front of all those women. It was great!"
"And Ling and Ursula?"
"Them?" Copperfield took a kiss from Atomic Girl as her hand slipped beneath the blanket. "We'll tale about that later."

Somewhere between the sixth and seventh monster orgasm, Copperfield fell stupid in love with the woman who beat him up. Every red flag and warning bell triggered, warning him that this was a serious error. Every time the buxom good girl smiled, the bells were drowned out.
At 8 a.m. the next morning, Atomic Girl let Copperfield have a rest.
"We need to talk, Simon."
"About what?"
"Our future."
"Future" detonated in Copperfield's brain. "How do you mean?"
"If I release Ling and Ursula, this becomes permanent."
"But I have responsibilities to those two!"
"Got a service contract with Ling and Blondie?" Atomic Girl sneered. "Well, the contract is terminated. Or the three of you end up in the federal pen."
Copperfield looked over the naked woman facing him and sighed in contented resignation.
"Okay, I don't want them in jail..."
Atomic Girl giggled like a school girl as she grabbed her cell phone.
"This is Atomic Girl. Yes. Immediately release Ling Tanchun and Ursula Martinson. We have no further grounds for holding them. Yes. Right away. Good."
Atomic Girl rolled over to her new true love and kissed him. Copperfield had to admit Atomic Girl had the moves.

Rachel's Man Mood

Rachel never felt the punch that made her sleep. A wash of warm blackness came over her from nowhere and Rachel lay on her back., gloves by her head, a faint smile on her face. The pain of the blows Kaylee had been landing was gone.
Peter, Rachel's trainer at the Amazonia Boxing Club, leaned on the ropes and let his head hang down in exasperation. "I don't care to watch," Peter told his associate, Kevin.
"Yeah, I know," the younger man replied.
"She's not even stirring?" Peter asked, the words bouncing off his chest before reaching Kevin.
"Not even a tiny bit."
Kevin concealed his reaction to Rachel's being knocked out carefully. He not expected the recent Blake Mitchell University graduate to be sent to Dreamland, but he wanted it.
From the moment Peter introduced the young woman as their latest pupil, Kevin wanted to have sex with her. Desire intensified seeing Rachel flat out.
When Emma the Ref  yelled "TEN!" both men moved through the ropes to the knocked out boxer. Peter checked Rachel's eyes ("Boiled eggs, she's out!") and then her pulse ("Pulse is good, help me sit her up.)
"Rachel! Rachel!" said Peter, gently slapping the girl's cheeks as Kevin broke a capsule of smelling salts under Rachel's nose.
Through the red velvet curtain of sleep, Rachel could feel hands touching her.
"Drew....?" fell from her mouth even though her eyes were shut. Rachel then spluttered and her eyes went wide.
"Drew? Where?....Peter, what happened...?"
Her eyes struggled to focus on the two men at her side.
"You were knocked out, Rach." Peter explained.
"Sorry about that, honey." Kaylee apologized as she leaned in between the trainers. "I didn't mean to clobber you so hard."
"It's okay," Rachel said. Her eyes went glassy and again the velvet curtain crashed down.

Rachel was seated in a folding chair in her corner.
"It's okay..." she repeated, aimlessly. Peter probed Rachel's eyes with the beam of a small flash light.
"Had your bell rung." was his judgment.
"Come on, Rach," Kaylee said, wrapping her arms around the slightly dazed boxer. "Let's go to the recovery room."
"Who's Drew?" Kevin asked Peter when the women were gone. "Rach said 'Drew' when she first came to."
"Drew is her girlfriend."
"Oh.."
Peter understood Kevin's tone perfectly. "Don't bother...I know Rach is cute as hell with that chest and ass and I know you have it for brown skinned girls, I'm not blind. But she's devoted to Drew."
"Got it."
The two trainers began collecting the equipment from the match. "Try Kaylee," Peter advised. "She's switched to her 'man mood' as they say."
Kevin nodded in agreement.

Just a week earlier, Kaylee ended her relationship with Anita because she had, as Peter said, phased into a "man mood." Kevin could see she was eager and the two spent the night at Kevin's place.
He left Kaylee very satisfied, but not in love. A few more fucks should do it, Kaylee decided as Kevin made eggs and toast for breakfast.

Kevin found Rachel working out on a heavy bag at the Amazonia Boxing Club. At first the newbie fighter didn't see him, so fixed were her eyes on the bag.
"Oh hi, Kevin, how are you?" she asked stepping back to catch her breath.
"Okay, remember you have a sparring session tomorrow."
"I know, after work." Rachel answered, her eyes wide when she looked at Kevin. "How's it with Kaylee?"
Kevin shifted uncomfortably, looking at his sneakers. "Not so good."
"Why, what happened?"
"Nothing I'm not used to...no tragedy…"
"Tell me!"
"Kaylee...she turned me down..."
"No! Why?" Rachel's expression melted with disappointment for her friend.
"Another guy. You know, it happens." Kevin was forlorn. "I don't think I'll ever find the right girl. I'm not the type."
"Sure you are! You're a good looking guy and you're a honest person. Women like you."
"I don't think so," he responded, glumly.
"Hey, when I'm done here, I'll buy you a coffee and we can talk!"

Kevin was not the first man  Rachel had been with, but he was the first she completely enjoyed.
"That Kaylee is a fool!" Rachel said the next morning. She sipped at her coffee as she lay beside Kevin. Rachel was pleasantly sleepy.
"You're not just saying that?" he asked.
"No! Last night was great!"
"It sure was!" Kevin kissed Rachel.

Kevin was alone in his apartment when someone knocked on the door.  He answered it, slightly confused. Rachel wasn't expected until tomorrow evening. Standing in the doorway was a blond amazon.
Kevin knew who this was without asking.
"Kevin Savage?" asked the amazon.
"Oh fuck...!"
"That's right, horn dog!"
All Kevin saw was a fist sail at him and then total blackness.

Pain in his face was the first sensation Kevin felt when he woke, seated on the living room couch. The amazon was seated in a chair she had placed in front of him.
"You in a lot of pain, asshole?"
"Drew?" was all Kevin could say.
"Excellent! You're not half as stupid as you look." Drew sat back in the chair. "Now, you told my Rachel some lies, manipulated her into getting on her back for you. How cruel Kaylee broke your heart."
Kevin sat up on the couch alarmed, looking frantically for an escape.
"I spoke to 'cruel Kaylee' and turns out she fucked you every night for a week! But you had to take advantage of my Rachel."
"I never said that to her...!" pleaded Kevin.
"Learning to fight means a great deal to Rachel. When she heard that 'cruel Kaylee' had hurt one of her mentors, she couldn't stop talking about it. That's how I knew you were fucking her!"
Drew immediately hauled Kevin to his feet and shoved him against the apartment wall. A hard right made Kevin slump.
"This won't take any time at all." Drew observed, calmly. Five punches detonated on Kevin before he went out for the night.

A Three Way

Pearl was the only member of the Amazonia Boxing Club with a personal assistant. The assistant's name was Ruby, a diminutive, raven haired girl, who had been with Perl since her employer was a professional fighter. When Ruby was alone with Pearl, she addressed the fighter as "Mistress."
Ruby was in Pearl's corner, watching her take apart Jerry. A knockout was certain and Judy waited with anticipation.
A left-right combination put Jerry out on his feet. Ruby couldn't stop chuckling at the male boxer, his eyes wide and glassy, arms dangling. Pearl danced a few steps away from Jerry to inspect the damage.
Yes! she thought. The pussy muncher is ready to go!
Ruby winced at Pearl's hash right upper cut. Jerry went out cold, but remained standing for a few seconds. Jerry almost struck Pearl as he went to the canvas.
"What now, Mistress?" Ruby asked when Pearl returned to her corner as ordered by Emma the Ref.
"I'll give Jerry a few days to recover," Pearl said. "He's at the top of my list."
"Why?" asked Ruby, already gently toweling Pearl's back and shoulders. "Jerry is cute the way I like them.
"Ten! You're out!" shouted Emma the Ref, waving Pearl back to her. Raising the winner's right fist in the air was washed in cheers from the all female audience. "What a Man" by Salt-n-Pepa echoed through the gym while Desiree and Cathy lifted Jerry from the canvas and carried him to the recovery room.
Pearl watched happily.

Despite a string of ring victories, Pearl stopped boxing at age thirty-two. The explanation she gave was that her body was telling her to stop. That was untrue. Pearl had become bored with fighting other women. Some of them offered actual challenges, but Pearl admitted to craving mixed matches. Ruby put her on to the Amazonia, where Ruby was dating one of the members.
Quickly Pearl developed a reputation for destroying male challengers. Though she had sex with her victims after every defeat, Pearl was not very popular among the men. They felt they were categorized by Pearl by their capacity to fight and fuck.

The next Saturday night Pearl spent with Jerry. Pearl's fantastic body and relentless desire for orgasms left Jerry uninterested in how, actually, she felt about him.
He was deep in exhausted sleep at 8 a.m. when Ruby entered the bedroom to wake Pearl.
"Are you already up, Mistress?" asked Ruby, setting on the bedside table a plate of grapefruit halves.
"Yes!" Pearl turned and smiled at Ruby. "I was just reviewing how last night went."
Ignoring Jerry's soft snoring, Pearl dug into her breakfast with a spoon.
"And our guest?" Ruby inquired.
"When Jerry wakes up, cook him whatever he wants."
Ruby glanced at the young man, the same look of serenity on his face as he had sprawled in the boxing ring.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, Ruby?"
"Can I be...friends with Jerry...?"
A short laugh caused Pearl to spit some of the grapefruit pulp. "I can't see why not. The sex was great, so he'll make you very happy. But I plan on keeping him for the rest of the month or more."
Ruby's gaze was still fixed on Jerry. "Ruby, have you fallen in love?"
"No...Mistress..."
"Good!"
Pearl climbed from bed, slipping her arms into the sleeves of the white cotton bath robe her assistant held open. With total confidence, Pearl strode into the walk in closet to put on her work out cloths.

 

Ruby could be aggressive with men, but she waited until Pearl had gone to Denver to see her mother and sisters to move on Jerry. He had barely seen the personal assistant during the weekend fling. Ruby was friendly and made a perfect spinach omelette for Jerry, but stayed mostly out of sight. Jerry thought she was a helpful mouse.
Naked on his bed, Ruby was more beautiful to Jerry than any women he'd had at the Amazonia. The way her breasts rose like small, perfectly round hills from Ruby's chest aroused her new lover massively. He couldn't stop kissing and caressing them between orgasms.
"You can adore them as much as you want...next time!" promised Ruby as she collected her cloths from the bedroom floor.
"Yeah!' Jerry sighed. "Next time."
Ruby and Jerry continued fucking weeks after Pearl came home from Denver. The personal assistant was ready to do her job immediately, but Jerry seemed to vanish. Most of Pearl's phone calls to him went to voice mail and the response to text messages were vague: "Going out of town on business." and "Have to see my Dad at the senior home."
At the realization that Jerry had another bed partner, Pearl consulted her friends at the Amazonia to find out who.

"You're not in love with him, are you?!"
Ruby felt the anger and shock in Mistress's question, but she held to her truth.
"Yes, I am...Mistress...."
"You know there are a dozen men at the Amazonia alone who would be glad to have you?"
"But I love Jerry!" insisted Ruby. "I love how he makes me feel!"
"I love his cock, too! That's why I'm angry with you, Ruby!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't help how I feel."
"You're fired!"
Ruby was silent for a minute. "I never meant to hurt you, Mistress."
"Well, I intend to hurt you!"

A lot of men showed up for the Ruby and Pearl grudge match. They hoped Pearl would get decked. Jerry wasn't there.
"It's between those two," he explained to his friend Sam the day before the bout.
Pearl was surprised at how Ruby looked in her boxing gear, the first time she'd ever seen her this way. And Ruby was possessed in the ring by what she lacked outside: presence.
That's why Jerry wants to keep on fucking you, Pearl decided as punches exploded between them. We'll see how much you get laid in a hospital bed.
As the rounds rolled by, Pearl ramped up her efforts to physically hurt Ruby. The younger woman went down hard in round five, siting on her ass, dazed, wanting to get up as she listened to Emma the Ref call out numbers. The bell saved Ruby at "SEVEN."
Punches barraged Ruby after the next bell. A deliberately harsh right hook exploded on her jaw. Ruby stumbled, confused about where reality had gone to.
"Mistress...you...hurt..." Ruby mumbled and plummeted into the ropes.
Eyes already shut and limbs slack, Ruby tumbled downward. When the canvas halted her descent, Ruby sighed and her head rested on the middle rope.

"I shouldn't even bother," grumbled Emma the Ref at Pearl. "You're girl's spark out cold!"
"What!?"
Pearl snapped out the ecstasy of beating on Ruby.
"You knocked her out just like you did Jerry!" Emma the Ref answered and began the ten count over the fallen fighter.
Terror washed through the victor and worsened with each number of the count.
"Ten! You're out!" Emma the Ref was half way through raising Pearl's fist in victory, when the boxer broke from her grasp and threw herself next to Ruby.
"Ruby! Ruby! Can you hear me?! Wake up!"
Pearl resisted Emma's hand as it tried to pull her away from the unconscious woman. Voices, male and female, were telling Pearl to move away, but they were blotted out by Pearl's exclamations of love. Pearl was desperate until Desiree waved smelling salts under Ruby's nose and the sleeping fighter bolted upright.
"Uh...What....I...no..." Ruby mumbled.
Pearl reassured Ruby that everything was okay and helped carry the groggy young woman to the recovery room.

The Blond Boxer

Their first bout was brief, especially for Matt. He couldn't remember most of it.
Jackie had joined the Amazonia Boxing Club a year after Matt, sponsored by one of the senior partners in her law firm. She was feeling her way through the men at the Amazonia, figuring out who was and was not an asshole. Feeling more than sure about Matt, Jackie accepted his challenge.
As Emma the Ref motioned them to touch gloves, Matt appraised the panther-like stride of the tall amazon. Not bad, he thought. We'll see what happens.

"What happens" occurred in round four. Jackie put a hay maker on the side of Matt's head.
"FUCK..." was Matt's last thought as reality disappeared. He was aware he'd just been knocked out and let the instant of release fill him as he went out.

Jackie knew what Matt was looking for when he asked for a rematch. He didn't make a demand. Matt displayed no anger at being punched out by a woman. He talked in a playful manner and Jackie caught him glancing more than once at her thighs while they stood in the gym. Jackie was smiling when she eventually agreed.
They were alone in a private ring this time, no Emma the Ref to officiate. Jackie wore invitingly lose, high cut gym shorts, the type that she correctly calculated would give Matt wood. The close fitting white top hugged her breasts, especially her hard nipples.
As they circled each other in round one, Jackie mulled over a nut shot at the pivotal moment and instantly dismissed the idea. Already she was considering sex with Matt.
In the rounds that followed, Jackie was methodical, almost lackadaisical about beating up Matt. His counter punches were never as hard and precise as Jackie's. At round six, Jackie was through with her opponent.
Two fists hammered both sides of Matt's head. Through the explosions of multicolored stars, Matt saw Jackie's predatory grin, then her full breasts, and her thighs as he went out.

The punches rattled free a few short, erotic dreams in Matt's skull - Matt making love to Amelia, and then standing groggy and bruised in the ring with Jennifer Lopez, her fist poised to deliver the knockout. And finally Matt on his knees, giving a naked except for her boxing gloves Jackie cunny.
"You really creamed yourself, boy!"
Matt opened his eyes at the sound of Jackie's voice. She was knelt beside his prone body. "You've been out cold for ten minutes. You must have had some powerful wet dreams!"
Matt was confused and disappointed that what seemed so realistic was just a series of movies in his brain. Then he realized his cock was being stroked by Jackie's right hand.
"Yeah...ohhhh..may...be...!"
"I don't know if I'll get anymore out of you, Matt." Jackie admitted. "You came a lot while you were sleeping."
"I...I...." Matt burbled.
"Don't be embarrassed. I couldn't help wanting to explore."
Matt tried to speak, but Jackie was bringing him to climax.
"I want a rematch!" he said between gasps after firing cum on his thighs and Jackie's fingers.
"Of course, sweetheart!"
Jackie leaned in as if to kiss his smile, but pivoted downward to smooch his soaked erection.

Knowing what kind of mood Matt would be in, Jackie made him wait five minutes for the rematch to start. The top she wore this time was white to the point of transparency. Instead of loose gym shorts, Jackie had donned boxing trunks a size smaller than her usual.
"I am going to knock you stiff!" teased Jackie, raising her fists.
Matt pressed his own against them. "You already did!"
Both fighters laughed out loud and the match began.
As they traded punches, Jackie talked dirty to Matt, half hoping to increase the distraction she knew her body created.
Matt responded like a poker player, seeing Jackie and raising the promise of pleasure or inflicting a knockout.
"Oh, yeah, Matt? What would an orgasm from you feel like?"
"Like this."
Matt's fist went hard on the bottom of Jackie's jaw line. For a few seconds, reality burst in a million pieces, each hurtling in a different direction. Jackie ordered her legs to remain straight, but the message was cut off  and she fell ass first to the canvas.
"I'm...a good...girl...da…" Jackie murmured, her eyes drifting shut.

Matt forgot the ten count. Instead he gently dragged Jackie to the edge of the ring, resting the back of her head on the middle rope. Jackie's pretty face was passive, her lips partially open in a half-formed smile.
Jackie's legs spread in a demure "V" reminded Matt of his first girlfriend when he was eighteen.
Damn, Maura had legs just like that, he thought, slipping his hands under her shoulders and lifting firmly. Matt seated Jackie on the folding chair in her corner.
Thoughtfully he removed Jackie's trunks and panties. He first slowly caressed her pubic hair and labia and then kissed the unconscious girl.
Matt pressed his finger into the girl's vagina, stroking side to side in her clitoris. Jackie stirred in rhythm to the building climax. A loud, delighted groan escaped her throat, but Jackie was still out cold.
He kissed her a few time, calling her name affectionately, as he finger fucked her again. Jackie shouted as she burst back into reality with the second orgasm.
Blinking and gasping, the female boxer stared in amazement into Matt's eyes and then down at the hand he was running through her pubic hair.
"Asshole!" she exclaimed, yanking Matt into a kiss. His tongue made violent contact with Jackie's.
"Bastard! You fucking bastard!" Jackie screamed when they separated.
They kissed intermittently until Jackie's breathing slowed down. They rested their foreheads together.
"Pull my trunks up!!" she ordered. When she was able to stand o wobbly feet, with help from Matt, she added, "Get me to my dressing room!!"
Jackie let her spent body sag against Matt as they exited, his arm bracing her waist.

Natalie - A Comic Love Story

Like many outsiders who joined the Amazonia Boxing Club, Natalie was underestimated. By "outsiders" I don't mean people from the burbs out in Jersey. In Natalie's case the outsider was from Tennessee. She stood out with her honey-thick accent, outgoing demeanor and big tits. She wasn't exactly svelte like the local gym bunnies or as "lean and mean" as were members of The Cougar Clique. But she was far from overweight. "Curvy" was the word I'd use to describe Natalie, along with "aggressively blond."
"I like fighting men!" she declared to the group of guys who improvised a welcoming to the Amazonia for Natalie. "It's fun for you guys, too? Right? I love men!"
Including myself, one thought ricocheted among every male brain present: "I'm getting laid!"
Among the few women present, the mental consensus was "Bet you do!"
"Who wants to go first?" chirped Natalie.
Marcus stepped forward amidst everyone else's hesitation. "I'll take you on, sweetie!"
"Great! Over there!" Natalie pointed to the nearby, empty boxing ring.

In retrospect, I'm glad Marcus went first. He not only wanted to fuck Natalie as bad as the others, he wanted to knock her out cold. Marcus wasn't so stupid as to admit to this, but he enjoyed, deep down, putting threatening females down.
And seeing Natalie climb lady-like between the ropes, wearing blue trunks and a matching bikini top, Marcus must have thought he was going to deliver an easy KO.
I wonder if he thought that half way into round one as he lay senseless on his back. After Marcus was counted out by Emma the Ref, Natalie knelt by his head and gave him a kiss. Then, throwing her fists in the air, she bounced from the ring.

The next day, Brian ended up the same way- KOed and dreaming in round three. But Natalie liked him while they talked before the match, so her smiling eyes were the first thing Brian saw when he came around in the recovery room.
"Hey, sweetie! Feel okay?" Natalie whispered to him. "I knocked you out cold, so I feel great!"
Brian spent Saturday night at Natalie's place.

Roy went down that path. On his back on the canvas and on Natalie's bed. Then Natalie ran into a problem. Roy had a girlfriend named Jackie, who inclined to jealousy.
Jackie was bi and her interest at the time was in Roy. So Natalie wore a pair of cut off shorts, that showed a lot of thigh and ass to keep the angry girlfriend distracted.
The ploy worked. For the four rounds the bout lasted, Natalie fought close Jackie and got into plenty of clinches.
I watched from ringside as the country girl finished Jackie off. Natalie pinned her to ropes and punished her body. When she saw Jackie's defenses failing, Natalie laid her out with one hard punch.
Jackie went down on her back, eyes crossed, mouth hanging ajar, tongue peeking out between her teeth. But everyone, including Natalie could tell Jackie wasn't sleeping.
Stepping past Emma the Ref before she could start the ten count, Natalie straddled the semi-conscious fighter, resting her ass on Jackie's stomach.
"If you can hear me Kitty Puncher, let me say this! I'll fuck any man I want, as many times as I want! We clear?!"
Natalie held her right fist above her head. A soft, acquiescent moan came from Jackie.
BAP!
Jackie's face jerked toward the crowd around the ring. I saw her eyes flutter and then flutter shut. Natalie stepped away, allowing Emma the Ref to start the count.
"You like that, old man?" Natalie asked me, leaning her forearms on the top rope and leaning down. I ignored her smart remark.
"Hell, yeah!"
"That bitch is probably dreaming about eating me out," she joked. "Did you ever have her?"
"Yes, a while back."
"You know you remind me of..." Natalie stopped short when Emma the Ref said, "Winner by a knockout, Natalie McAdams!" and yanked the victor's right hand in the air. Roy and Desiree were already reviving Jackie. The female attendants rolled a gurney beside the still unconscious brunette.
"....my Daddy!" continued Natalie, looking back at me. "He and I were real close."
"We could be real close, too." I suggested.
"Ten rounds, KOs only?"
"Whenever you feel ready!"
We quickly made a date.
"Ever lose to a guy?" I asked as she climbed down from the ring. The question made Natalie stop short and glance at the still out cold Jackie being wheeled to the recovery room. "Ask her!"

As one of the Silver Foxes at the Amazonia, I drew a pretty good sized crowd. They were mostly under 35 females, many who were into older men. The balance were women my age, who cheered for Natalie.
"I can tell you're gonna be trouble!" Natalie purred to me, suggestively as we faced each other. "Big trouble, if you catch my drift."
"Sure do!"
Emma the Ref called out "Fight!"

No matter how much you want a woman, I've learned in my time at the Amazonia, never forget you're in a fight. I thought I was landing some effective punches, working Natalie's body with the object of slowly wearing her down. But I couldn't stop looking at her breasts.
I didn't feel the impact. Suddenly, I just wasn't there.
"FIVE!" interrupted my slumber, allowing me to watch Natalie's ass cheeks peeking from her foxy boxing trunks as she walked back to her corner, sure the match was over. I have to nail this woman!, I thought, blacking out again.

The next thing I saw was Emma the Ref, holding two fingers in my face.
"How many do you see?"
"Two...?"
"Yes, good."
"Did I get counted out?" I asked, between groans.
"The bell saved you." explained Emma."Can you go on?"
Natalie was grinning from across the ring, banging her gloves together loudly.
"Fuck yes!"

At the bell, I hauled myself up to take Natalie on again. I wasn't angry at being decked by a woman half my age. I was delirious in love.
I got aggressive, attacking Natalie from all sides. She seemed surprised that a male was getting the better of her in the ring. You could see the growing frustration in her eyes and the pout of her lips.
"Say good night to Papa!" I taunted, landing an upper cut to her chin.
Natalie went out instantly and her body collapsed like a deflating balloon. Emma's shout of "TEN!" was blotted out by screams from the females watching the bout. I was their new hero.
I helped carry Natalie to the recovery room.

The Jag

Atomic Girl was always an early riser, unlike Warren, who enjoyed sleeping in. Especially after spending the night with his new girlfriend. Atomic Girl was happy with a man for the first time in a long while.
She contemplated that fact as she showered and put on her outfit for the assignment she'd received the previous evening. As a senior agent with Justice Force, the female-lead crime fighting organization,
Atomic Girl (real name Cassandra Morel) was given important jobs like bringing in escaped super criminals such as The Jag, aka Lucas Mace.
"We have intel that Mace is in vicinity, preparing for a new heist," said Scarlet Vixen, Atomic Girl's direct supervisor. "I need you to bring him in before he can execute his plans."
Atomic Girl shuddered imperceptibly. That was a name she wasn't expecting to hear so soon.
"I have texted you the location of his hideout," Scarlet Vixen continued, unaware of the shock she just administered to one of her best operatives.
Two years ago, Atomic Girl had an unauthorized sexual affair with The Jag. From his beginnings as a forger, thief and counterfeiter, The Jag had moved into the illegal acquisition and resale of high end automobiles, especially Jaguars which got him his nickname. Atomic Girl was tasked with ending his operations.
Her first encounter with the darkly handsome, sophisticated super criminal ended with the pair making rapturous love in The Jag's penthouse For five months, the mismatched couple carried on a secret relationship, while Atomic Girl delayed arresting her new bed partner. Finally, the bite of  conscience was too harsh and she turned The Jag over to the authorities. He was sentenced to considerable time in jail.
Now The Jag was free.

The warehouse where The Jag reported to be was empty. Atomic Girl explored it carefully and found no evidence of habitation until she entered what used to be an office. An envelope, addressed to her, was propped up on a table. Inside the card was inscribed "Sweet dreams, my precious one!"
Lucas! was Atomic Girl's immediate thought. That was what he'd say to me when I'd fall asleep in his arms!
WHACK!
A neck chop, brutal and sudden, sent Atomic Girl staggering. A pair of strong, welcoming arms caught the crime fighter as she toppled.
Luuuu...caass...?" Atomic Girl sighed as darkness slipped into her eyes. Two more groans escaped her lips. Another strike to her neck finished her. The pain subsided and her body relaxed. Atomic Girl heard a female voice sneer, "Good girls are so stupid!" as she went into complete slumber.

Atomic Girl recovered slowly. When her vision finally cleared, The Jag stood before her.
"Cassie!? Cassie! Can you hear me?"
His voice, deep and strong, stirred inside Atomic Girl.
"Wha...wa...happened...?" the crime fighter muttered.
"The Jag clobbered you!" It was the same female voice Atomic Girl heard before she went under. "Just like you deserved!"
"None of that, Cat Girl, my love!" scolded The Jag, still looking into his former lover's eyes. "I apologize for this trap, Cassie, but we have unfinished business."
Lifting her hands to massage her sore neck, Atomic Girl discovered she was not only wearing red boxing gloves, but dressed in matching boxing gear. All three of them were in a boxing ring.
"Hey! Who the hell changed me out of my body suit?!"
"It was me," confessed The Jag. "I still can't completely trust Cat Girl around a vulnerable, unconscious female."
Cat Girl stepped out from behind The Jag and blew Atomic Girl an unwanted kiss.

"I really felt strongly about you, Cassie," The Jag continued. "And you betrayed and abandoned me over a rule book."
Atomic Girl glanced at Cat Girl, who stood smugly beside The Jag, fist on her hips. "You seem to have made out all right!"
Cat Girl let out a curt laugh. "Nothing would make me happier than to watch you get beat up!"
"And you, will my love!" The Jag looked intently at Atomic Girl. "Let's go, we have to settle matters!"
 "Fine!" Atomic Girl answered, standing up.
Anger drove Atomic Girl to engage with The Jag - anger at walking into an ambush, anger that Lucas and his bitch KOed her, and anger that he was sleeping with a tramp like Cat Girl.
"It's nap time, sweetheart!" declared The Jag, turning back to his corner, where Cat Girl tied on his boxing gloves.
"Fight!" she called out when he was ready.

The former lovers circled each other, aware of each others physical capabilities. Despite his lean body, The Jag hit hard and with precision. Attacking too soon would be a serious error, Atomic Girl knew. And they hesitated because they wanted to see each other before one of them went to the canvas, bruised and unconscious.
The Jag connected first, a right to Atomic Girl's head, which smarted. That received a sly look appreciation from his opponent and they both let their fists fly.

The male fighter asserted himself quickly, attacking where he knew Atomic Girl was weakest. She felt him targeting her midsection, trying to wear her down, saving the head shots for the knock out punch. Atomic Girl blocked and countered as her training and experience had taught her.
The Jag barely acknowledged the impact of Atomic Girl's fists, but she knew the longer they fought each other the hornier Lucas would become.
"Thinking of other things, Lucas?!" taunted Atomic Girl. "Be careful or I might put you out!"
The Jag's body suddenly came at her, arms swinging. One of his fists collided with her head and the lights went off. She knew she had been knocked out, so Atomic Girl settled into the warm sensation of falling through darkness.

For the few minutes Atomic Girl was out cold, she dreamt of Warren. There was something so strong and reassuring in this man she loved. It was the same quality that drew her to The Jag so long ago.
"Hey!...What's going on..." Atomic Girl groaned as she reentered the conscious world.
"My man knocked you out!" Cat Girl hissed as she untied The Jag's gloves.Atomic Girl forced herself to sit up.
"We're not finished here!" she said moving across the ring.
"We are finished here, Cassie!" The Jag said, turning to Atomic Girl. "My purpose was to humiliate you and I have. If you want to bring me to justice, just try it! But remember it was the man who knew you so well that laid you out!"
Atomic Girl spun The Jag around by his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their furious kiss lasted a minute. "Good night, asshole!" she spat and slugged The Jag dead on his jaw.
Instantly, his eyes snapped shut and went to the canvas unconscious.
"Now for you!" Atomic Girl exclaimed as she stepped over The Jag.
Cat Girl began a paniced retreat. "Now wait a second, none of this is my idea!"
Cat Girl quickly ran out of space and knew what the good girl was about to unleash. "You're getting upset over nothing!"
Cat Girl bumped against the ropes.
"Hey, what's one tiny knockout between us girls?"
"You're about to find out!" Atomic Girl said.
WHAM!
The punch spun Cat Girl in a half circle. She smiled at the glimmering lights exploding around her and landed next to The Jag. Atomic Girl glanced at The Jag and wanted him again. Then she thought about Warren at home and left her tormentors sprawled on the canvas.

Taken by Josee

I get off on boxing female body builders because I hope to heaven I'll get laid. Sometimes I have. Occasionally, I'll come around in the recovery room of the Amazonia Boxing Club and see The Look in my former opponent's eyes. You know it. The "Eager Predator" gleam that says: "We need to fuck now!"
Of course gloving up with a woman built like Josee, you can expect to be knocked out cold. She was a well developed girl in her late 20s, I guess, who had been boxing since she was eight years old and body building since fifteen.
I assume she heard about me from other women at the Amazonia, since she issued the challenge for a private, KOs only match, instead of the other way around. The emphasis Josee placed on "private" really got me stoked.

Josee stalked me in the ring from the start, pounding me whenever she felt the urge.
"I'm not KOing you yet!" she told me with a smile that illuminated her face. "I want you to have a chance to look me over. Give you something to dream about!"
I had looked her over  from the second Josee stepped through the ropes.

She had a slender waist that contrasted perfectly with her muscular thighs. Josee seemed to be looking into your soul with sharp brown eyes, that never revealed the conclusions she had come to. Her fists rested tentatively at her sides, ready to test how good a fighter an opponent was.
"I heard all about you  in the women's locker room!" Josee informed me as we exchanged punches. She was hitting me harder then in round one.
"Yeah?"
"The girls have a bunch of names for you."
WHAP! BAP!
Those red gloves hammered my face like pistons. "Dolomite, for one!"
BAM! SOCK!
I was dizzy from left-right combination Josee followed up with.
"Captain Marble!" she chuckled.
BAM! BAM!
Josee landed a body shot that took the wind from me and a right to my chin that put me in a daze.
"Mr. Five Hour Fuck!"
WHAM!
"And my favorite, 'Honey Stick' !"
POW!
That punch exploded on my jaw. Then I felt myself bounce off the ropes. I sank to the canvas, already slipping away to Dreamland.

Josee's lips pressed against mine. Her kiss was loving and seemed to last forever. I was barely aware that Josee's gloves batted the erection that made a tent in the front of my trunks.
"Oh, yeah! You're mine, boy!" I heard as I fell sideways into sleep.



When I emerged from blackness, I saw Josee's eyes probing me.
"Come on, wake up, Mr. Hammer Cock!" she whispered, coyly.
I was slumped in the folding chair in my corner, back resting on the turnbuckle. Groggy as I was, one thing was clear: the "Eager-Predator" look radiated from Josee's eyes.
Josee stood and began working down the black satin trunks she'd worn for the match, revealing the demure red panties that quickly fell to her ankles. Slowly stepping out the small pile of clothing, she abruptly kicked them across the ring.
I thought Josee wanted cunny. I would have dove in, face first, literally, if she hadn't turned around and bent over.
I was speechless.
Josee's fine, toned ass was a few inches from my face.
"Go ahead!" she told me loudly. "If you want some, you got to kiss some!"
I held back a moment and then my lips smacked her buttocks. When I felt the well developed gluts beneath the smooth brown skin I was powerfully aroused. I pressed the side of my face against her buttocks between smooches.
"That's right!...You know it!" Josee praised me. "Don't stop till I tell you to. Because when you're done back there, I'm gonna KNOCK...YOU...OUT!"
Finally, after five minutes of my adoration, Josee ordered me to my feet. "Monique was so right about you, you love muscle girls!"
The beautiful, half naked amazon slipped her right hand into a boxing glove.
"Like I promised, you're about to go out...and for a long while!" Josee cocked her arm back behind her waist. "You ready, pussy worshiper?"
WHAP!
The sound of leather smacking my chin echoed around the ring. I saw blackness and fell in love with Josee.

I awoke from the second knock out of the day in Josee's bedroom. She told me I'd slept through the thirty minute ride to her house.
"Look what I have for you!" asked Josee, gleefully.
I realized we were both naked just as Josee held up her iPhone and touched the screen. I suddenly saw my new lover and I boxing from more than an hour ago. Josee had secretly recorded everything!
I watched Josee kiss me after she knocked me out the first time. I gently fell forward when she slugged me the second time. Josee expertly went to one knee and I landed over her shoulder. Smiling into the camera, she carried me from the ring, a triumphant amazon.
Setting the cell phone aside, Josee mounted me.
"From now on, if you need any encouragement," she informed me. "I'll just show you that!"
My cock penetrated her effortlessly. "Not that you ever will...!"

The Dirty Boy

Gary had been on a tear for the last six months at the Amazonia Boxing Club, especially with the forty plus aged members of the Cougar Clique.
Anna, in fantastic shape at age fifty one, had Gary first. They fucked every night for a week before she moved on. Gary gave her the false impression of being heartbroken, guilting Anna into introducing him to Lynda.
Lynda challenged Gary to a private match at the Amamzonia, with her daughter Cleo along as referee.
By round five, Lynda was unconscious on the canvas. Her daughter was very happy to count her out and declare Gary the winner of the bout. A week later, they had a three way. Lynda had to fuck the man who knocked her cold. Cleo was infatuated with the man who clobbered her mother.

Veronica Mitchell had heard all the details about Gary's encounters with Anna and Lynda and knew instinctively what Gary was after. So she challenged him to a KOs only match.
His appeal was obvious to Veronica. The well built, handsome, black haired graduate student was always poised and ready - either to fight or make love.

Veronica came out swinging in round one, which gratified her opponent because he enjoyed women who were looking for a fight. Punches flew between the two boxers. Veronica seemed to flinch each time a glove connected with her head or torso, getting Gary more and more excited.
This one wants to get laid so bad!, Veronica told herself in the third round. Gary had become increasingly aggressive, trying deliberately to end the fight with a knockout. But Veronica always danced away just as he was piling on the effective blows.
"Know why I dared you to have this fight, Gary?" Veronica asked him. The pair were nearly on top of each other.
"Why?" he responded, blocking Veronica's right.
"I have something I need to tell you! It's really important!"
She hammered Gary twice directly in the face. He fired back with two jabs of his own. "Yeah? What?"
"Gary," she started, smiling evilly. "I'm your mother!"
"What!?"
An electric shock locked him in place.
WHAP!!
An upper cut exploded on Gary's chin. He didn't react at first, stunned by Veronica's punch and even more by what she had just revealed. Reality was slipping out from under the young boxer. He focused on Veronica's gorgeous tits. As a wave of pleasure rushed through his body, Gary went to the canvas, dreaming of the feel of Lynda's body.

For a few days, Gary wouldn't believe what Veronica had told him before putting out his lights.
The woman he wanted to fuck from the moment he saw her was his real mother? The fact that his desire for Veronica had only increased since their match didn't upset Gary. It stoked his lust even more.
"You're not really my mother!' Gary asserted to Veronica. They both sat in the living room of Gary's apartment. "You just sucker punched me to win the match."
Veronica ran her fingers down the side of Gary's cheek and gave him a long kiss. "You see, Gary, I had you when I was very young, just out of high school. I had to give you up. I couldn't be your mother...then..."
Veronica drew even closer to Gary, who stammered, "I look just like my father..."
"There were so many men back then...I sort of lost track..."
No! No! Gary thought as his hands undid the buttons on Veronica's blouse. After pushing it from her shoulders, he kissed her bare breasts, enjoying the smoothness of the flesh. He wanted to stop even as they kissed a second time. But when their tongues began dancing, Gary surrendered.
"It's okay, Gary, you can't help it!" Veronica murmured as they moved to his bedroom. "You're the Dirty Boy I knew you would be!"
They spent the afternoon in each others arms. Gary didn't think about what he was doing, about what line he had crossed. He concentrated on the body that he rolled between the sheets with, the slender, powerful body that often pinned him beneath it. This was the most pleasurable experience of his life.

Gary was stirred awake by Veronica's voice calling his name. She wore her tight blue jeans, but her ample chest was still bare.
"I've got to go, Gary!"
"What!? Why?"
Gary never wanted Veronica to leave
"Because I'm done here," Veronica explained, pulling on her blouse.
"But...but...you're my moth..."
Veronica gave her former bed partner a cynical stare.
"I'm not really your mother, idiot!"
Heartbreak drained all the post coital bliss Gary was feeling.
"Everyone at the Amazonia calls you 'Cougar Bait'! You can't get enough of over forty women. I just told you what you were dying to hear!"
Veronica authoritatively fastened the last button on her blouse.
"And I'm glad I did that, because you REALLY delivered the orgasms....Mommy's Dirty Boy!"
Gary leapt at Veronica with unthinking anger. Her right fist hooked on his chin, knocking the young man out cold. Gary flopped on the mattress like a discarded rag doll.
"Dirty Boy wanted to fight Mommy?" she taunted the unconscious male in a mock maternal voice.