Knocked Out by a Nerd Girl

 

I trusted a girl named Primrose. 

Turns out a lot of guys inside and outside the Amazonia Boxing Club made that mistake. Peering through black rimmed glasses at a world she seemed determined to fumble around in, Primrose appeared unsure of everything, especially men. In conversation, she laughed out loud at the slightest joke a guy told. A snorted chuckle from Primrose always ended with a "hhhmmph!" The only subject she was comfortable discussing was chemistry. 

But her body was stunning. 

Primrose came up just short of having an hourglass figure. Men at the Amazonia, when they spoke to her, stared at her 32 DD chest. In time we got over her atrocious social skills and each of us challenged Primrose to a fight. 

Primrose fidgeted in her corner,  talking to Emma the Ref. I had asked Emma to check if Primrose still wanted to fight. Still wearing her "nerd girl" glasses, Primrose nodded affirmatively. Desiree, her second, removed the glasses before the bell rang.

"She's not afraid of you," Emma informed me. I fired a glance across the ring. Startled by the aggression in my eyes, she smiled apprehensively. "Marty,  curtail your instinct to be a dick!"

"Sure!" I replied. "I'll put this one down for her nap quickly!"

Twenty seconds into round one, I walked into Primrose's right. I heard nothing- not the female spectators calling me an asshole or the bell clanging. I just saw Primrose's evil, alluring smile and blackness. 

Desiree told me days later that I was instantly out on my feet in a KO daze. My fists were still raised, but my eyes were half shut, revealing slits of white. 

"You looked so cute!" Desiree added.

I woke briefly as I was carried from the ring by Desiree and Emma, catching a glimpse of her fine ass before going back to sleep.

The next time I saw her, I admitted to Primrose, "You have a powerful right!"

"Yeah." She gave me a anxious sigh. "I've been doing that since I was thirteen. All the boys in my neighborhood thought they could pick fights with brainiacs like me."

Her high volume laugh detonated again. 

"I put everybody out cold! The one I sent to the hospital became my first real boyfriend."

They're all freaks, I decided, even the smart ones.

"You got a steady girl?" Primrose blurted suddenly. 

"Not right now, " I answered truthfully. 

"Great!" exclaimed Primrose and pulled me into a strong kiss.

Prim fed off orgasming, each powerful climax fueling the desire for the next. I was exhausted by sunrise, but Prim still straddled my hips, the sunlight that filled my bedroom illuminating her wild hair.

"I've got a surprise for you, Marty!" she sang to me, suggestively wiggling her tits.

"Please, Prim, enough!.....I can't take any more...!"

"Yes, more!"

Entraping my throat in her arms, Prim kissed me and buried my face in her bosom, sealing off my mouth and nose. 

Hearing Prim's giggles, I thought she was just getting me fired up for more fucking, but I realized I couldn't breathe. Yanking at her arms made Prim laugh louder. Darkness swarmed my vision.

Prim chirped, "This is my favorite part!" and I submerged into warm sleep. 

The next day Primrose texted me a video clip with the line "I 'knockered' you out!" attached. The clip showed me out cold on my bed, with Primrose leaned on my chest, smiling into the cell phone camera. 

"Look at you, Marty, sleeping like a baby!" She slapped her tits against my passive face, getting no reaction. "I guess I was too much woman for you!"

She climbed off me and vanished, returning minutes later fully dressed. "You were a great fuck, Marty, but I never have the same guy twice! Bye!

I had been cut off and I was pissed. Primrose gleefully accepted a second opportunity to punch me out. 

"Let's get going so I can KO you now! I have a date!" Primrose said, standing before me in one of the Club's private rings. 

"Hey, Prim take off your glasses!" I mentioned. 

"Oh, yeah, thanks!" Primrose set glasses down behind the turnbuckle. "Okay, let's...."

BAP!

It wasn't the hardest uppercut I ever landed, but it was the meanest. It was ecstasy to see Primrose's head jerk back, mouth gaping. Her body folded rapidly, slumping in the corner.

"Too much man for you?" I taunted the unconscious woman. I slipped her glasses back on her face, leaving a kiss on her cheek, before leaving the ring.

Knockout Girls

 

After he saw them together, Jim instinctively knew Pammy and Aiko were inseparable. But he ignored this gut feeling. 

Both women had sex with men and Pammy particularly with men in their forties, a category Jim fit perfectly. Neither woman was what's called traditionally beautiful,  but compensated by having "It", a sexuality their bodies radiated. 

Jim and Pammy's first match was proposed by Pammy, a short and skinny women, who possessed curvy hips and brown hair that went below her shoulders. All she wore to the private bout were short trunks and a tight, white sports bra.

"Now remember what you promised me, Jim."

"I knock you cold," replied Jim.

"And when I least expect! It has to be that way!"

At first, Jim was flummoxed by Pammy asking,  pleading to be punched out in the ring. This chick needs help, he decided. But when Pammy described in detail how horny she became by being sent to Dreamland by the "fists of an older man", Jim found agreement a lot easier. 

They moved around each other slowly, Pammy deliberately leaving her fists a little too low beneath her chin.

As the punching continued, neither fighter holding back, Pammy frantically asked herself  "When?! When?!" Jim noticed her punching got harder, probably out of intense anticipation and arousal. At the apex of that excitement, Jim swung hard.

BAP!!

Pammy went out instantly, but her body hung on, swaying in mid air, before impacting the canvas.  Jim silently removed his boxing gloves and detached the cam corder that recorded the entire match from its tripod, positioned just outside the ropes.

Tenderly,  he scanned every inch of the fallen woman's body. When Pammy's tranquil face appeared in the view finder, he addressed her directly. 

"I knocked you out cold. Pammy! You are so beautiful and vulnerable!"

Jim gathered the sleeping beauty in his arms and carried her to the recovery room. Pammy was three days recovering.  When couple saw each other again, Pammy spent an hour revealing how deeply satisfying their session was.

"When I saw blackness?.....it was like I was in a lover's arms!"

This one definitely needs help! Jim thought again, but that didn't restrain him from asking if Pammy wanted to go back to his place.

Pammy liked being on the bottom. She loved the half mad look in many men's eyes when they penetrated her and Pammy wanted men to penetrate her. 

When she mentioned Aiko, Jim was casual about involving another woman in the relationship,  but was secretly thrilled. 

"How bad would you hurt me, Jim?" Aiko asked. "As bad as you did to Pammy?"

At first Jim thought the pretty Asian girl was making a sexual innuendo and quickly realized the two lovers were wired the same way.

"I don't know if that's a good idea?" asserted Jim.

"Why not?! We do this with other men....a lot!"

"But you're actually in love with Pammy?"

A sting of fear went through Aiko.

"I like men, too!" Aiko blurted, violently and then collected herself. "Pammy and I need a man...a guy like you...to rough us up..."

Jim suddenly discovered how appealing Aiko really was. 

All three were in one of the Amazonia's private boxing rings.

"Who wants to be first?" Jim demanded in a voice cruel and seductive. 

Aiko and Pammy were in boxing gear, but their shorts and tops were designed to show a lot of skin. Their hearts were racing.

"Who!?" Jim barked louder, making both women jump where they stood. "Pammy! You can go to Dreamland first."

Jim crowded Pammy against the ropes. "After I've knocked both of you out cold?"

Aiko smiled sheepishly and nodded. 

"I am going to strip you two naked, except for the boxing gloves, and carry you two out of here, one over each shoulder, for everyone out there to see!"

Pammy saw herself and Aiko, nothing on but their gloves, draped over Jim's broad shoulders. He triumphantly carried  his limp challengers across the floor of the main gymnasium, where everyone stared in awe of the trophies he'd taken.

"Please!..." Pammy whispered to Jim.

"Please...I can't wai.."

WHAP!

The upper cut landed with harsh perfection on Pammy's chin, switching off the lights in her head. Pammy was suspended upright and neither Aiko or Jim knew if she was completely asleep. Then the brunette sighed like she achieved orgasm and slipped down. Jim considered letting the unconscious girl smack the canvas, but grabbed her quickly. Lovingly, he sat her down against the turnbuckle. 

"See her, Aiko? That's going to be you in a minute. Made limp and unconscious with one punch from a powerful male. That make you hot!?"

Aiko struggled to breathe as Jim gently caressed the girl's right eye brow. Aiko flinched. 

"I'm giving you a black eye when I knock you out. Ever get one of those?"

"No!"

"Want one?"

"Yes!"

"Okay. When you wake up, this whole area here..." Jim traced a semi-circle on Aiko's right eye "...will be purple and sore.  You'll always love me for it!"

The male fighter took Aiko in a long kiss that felt to her like falling in a warm swimming pool.

As they broke the embrace, Aiko was slammed by a wall of blackness. 

He took me! she thought as the lights faded.

He liked Aiko a little better than Pammy, even though he understood clearly they loved each other more than any man. Jim sat Aiko up against her girlfriend, resting her head on Pammy's shoulder. Traces of red were starting to collect above her eye.

Using the cell phone,  Jim took pictures of the knocked out women. As they slept, 

Aiko dreamed of Pammy and Pammy dreamed of Lucy Lawless.