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.