When Colette invited Marc to her family's shore house for the weekend, he assumed a better than good chance of getting laid.
The two became friends, as much as a man and woman can, at the Amazonia Boxing Club. An athletic blond with electric blue eyes, Colette had been outgoing to Marc, seeming to be as into jazz, Italian food and sex as he was.
"Just admit it, Marc, you wish that was you in there!"
They were watching the fifth round of a bout between Henry and Cathy. The brunette was pinned to the ropes by the precise hammering Henry was dispensing. A minute or so and Cathy would be asleep on the canvas. She was already out on her feet.
Marc looked into Colette's eyes and agreed.
"I love this so much!" she chirped. "Yes!" Colette cheered at the "THWACK!" of Henry's right hook landing on Cathy's chin. Mouth hanging open, Cathy dropped lifeless and Emma the Ref started the ten count.
"Cathy is out cold!"
Colette was ecstatic seeing another female laid out. Marc was silently pleased. Months earlier, he and Cathy had a fling that Marc wanted to be more. Exactly what she deserves, Marc thought.
Colette turned to Marc excitedly. Know what's better than this!?"
"What?" Marc was intently watching Emma the Ref check Cathy's mouth and then shine a small flashlight in her eyes.
Taking apart a guy!"
Marc assumed Colette played rough, having seen her deck male opponents bigger than her.
"You wanna get taken apart, Marc!?"
Colette's eyes burned into his. "Hell, yeah!"
With GPS, Marc took three hours to arrive in Harvey Cedars. The wooden, two story home was flanked by pines trees, with a backyard that faced the ocean.
Colette waited on the front portch when Marc pulled up. She guided him through the comfortable livingroom to the spacious back deck. Pasta marinara with assorted vegetables sat on a large glass table for the pair.
"You want to fuck me pretty badly, don't you?"
Marc froze for a moment, looking over his wine glass to gauge how serious Colette was.
"Sure! You're a stunning, beautiful woman, Colette." he answered directly.
"You know just what to say. Let's play a game."
Colette took a long, slow drink of wine. "Downstairs I have a gym with a boxing ring, which I use from time to time."
"Yeah....?"
"If you can knock me out, you can have me!"
When Marc thought he was going to fuck Colette, he didn't think he was going have to work for it.
While he agreed to Colette's proposal, Marc struggled to be serious. This close to sex with her, Marc would have submitted to anything. He was too horny to concentrate when the match commenced.
"Look how big you are, Marc!" Colette observed and gave her opponent a deep kiss. When she finally stepped away, her right fist slammed into his face. Marc landed at Colette's bare feet, out cold. Crouching beside her victim, Colette flipped him on his back.
"Well now....very big!" she sang to the significant bulge in front of Marc's shorts. Kissing the erection, Colette lovingly removed it from the shorts.
When he emerged from sleep, Colette sat on his legs, rhythmically batting and rubbing his erection between her boxing gloves. Spasms of pleasure rapidly drove numbness from his body.
"You popped this circus tent when I sucker punched you, Marc!" Colette purred, slowly. "So you're that kind?"
Marc nodded rapidly, unable to speak. Colette began vigorously bringing him to orgasm.
"Now, Marc, I'm giving you a happy ending because I'm not going to fuck you...yet..."
Marc, gasping, was lost in pleasure, in the vivid spark in Colette's eyes. Semen jetted from his penis. Colette laughed out loud. "You creamed on my best pair of gloves!"
Colette then moved forward, her body pressing on Marc until their lips touched. "I jerked you off so you'd know how I feel about you, sweetheart!"
"Oh, yeah?"
"And I also wanted you to have something to dream about."
Marc saw her right glove hurl down on him.
WHAP!
The lights went out again.
Marc put a lot of effort into being angry at Colette for the two sucker punches. But when the rematch was moved to her bedroom, the hatred vanished.
Also, he couldn't stop remembering the intensity in Colette's expression as she executed the hand job.
Deep down she's in love with me, decided Marc as they stood on the blue gym mats Colette had spread out on the floor. I'm knocking her out!
"Think you'll do better this time, honey?" teased Colette, once the punching started.
"Damn sure!"
Colette had transformed to Marc since she knocked him out twice. His lust for was now merciless, driving Marc to hit harder. Colette fought back, surgically striking at Marc where she knew he was vulnerable.
He responded faster, the impact of his counter punching becoming increasingly potent. Both fighters were consumed in battle until...
BAP!
A left hook flew through Colette's defenses and sent her stumbling. Marc dived after her, landing left-right combinations to her midsection. Each blow made the blonde squeak with agony.
Feeling excited and alive, Marc tagged Colette on the chin with a right uppercut. Prickly pain shot through her skull and her legs folded. A lone thought "NO!" echoed in her brain, but darkness engulfed it.
Marc counted to ten over the supine form. Genuflecting at her waist, Marc threw away his boxing gloves and then carefully took down Colette's shorts. His finger tenderly penetrated to Colette's vulva until he found her clit. Moving his finger in and out, stimulating the stiff organ, Marc watched her hips respond to his stroking.
Suddenly, the defeated boxer hurled into consciousness, groaning and moaning until she jerked upright.
For seconds, Colette's mouth was frozen open, eyes rolled back.
"Marc! You...fucking...bas..." she gasped collapsing on the mats. When her breathing calmed, Colette sat up on her elbows. "You're gonna get yours!"
