The Mama Bear

I put the Anderson Sisters on the canvas, completely out cold. We fought during the yearly competition between Blake Mitchell University's mens and womens boxing teams. Like me, Tonniann was set to graduate and Mary a year behind us.

The girls were good boxers, it's just that I was better. When I had them cornered in the fifth and sixth rounds, I didn't let up. A single, perfectly delivered right hook put Mary down. Her older sister had more staying power, but eventually passed out on the ropes during a barrage of my fists. Both had to be carried out of the ring, limp and senseless.

The day after the second match, I was approached by a woman who looked like an older version of Mary Anderson. I was in the parking lot of the Oring Campus Athletic Center. I had seen her in my opponent's corners  at both fights, rubbing their shoulders, giving them water and whispering advice in their ears. All the good that did them.

"So you knocked my girls cold!?" she said to me. I figured she was a trainer or coach from the women's boxing team.
"The Anderson Sisters? I sure did! I heard they were a full five minutes recovering the from the..."
"I know that because I helped them after each fight!"

 When I got a good look at her, I decided the lady wasn't one of the girl's coaches and that she wasn't bad looking. She was one of those "in shape" forty something women, with well-defined calves and biceps. The woman had short brown hair parted in the middle and the round and maternal face of the carpool mother that everyone depended on. In her eyes and lips glimmered with erotic aggression.

"You their trainer?" I asked.
"I'm their mother!" Mrs. Anderson's voice expressed the force I saw in her eyes. "I taught them how to box when they were little girls to take care of bullies like you!"
"Your kids need more practice." I stated blankly. Mrs. Anderson gave me a weird grin.
"You're right, I need to show Tonniann and Mary how it's done!" The smile grew. "I'll fight you myself!"


The next day Mrs. Anderson's challenge was posted at the Center gym. Her first name was, it turned out, Nicole and we were to fight at 4 p.m. that afternoon. I happily accepted. If clobbering the daughters was easy, sending their tiger mommy to dreamland would require no effort at all.

I admit Nicole looked pretty hot in her tight black top and shorts. Tonniann and Mary stood in her corner, all three of them smiling at me like a predator. I ignored that and decided to knock out my challenger early in round four.

"Sweet dreams, honey rod!" Nicole told me as Round One began. "Don't stare at my chest too much!" she added, clear exactly what I was doing.

We smacked each other for the first and second rounds, Nicole's aggression slowly increasing. By round three she had forced me onto the ropes, repeating my stragedy against her daughters. A punch came from the left and I staggered into the corner.
"That was for Mary!" I heard from Nicole and then I was asleep on the canvas.

I blinked awake just as suddenly as I was knocked out. Miki and Abigail, two members of the women's team, were holding me up by my arms. Nicole and her daughters were standing in front of me. All three were pleased at my groggy condition.
"See how I turned his attack against him, girls?" Nicole observed and patted my face with her gloves. "Never let some horny male trap you in a corner...you trap him! You beat him stupid..the way I used to do your father!"
The Anderson girls chipped "Yes!" as they giggled at me. All I could do was look at Nicole.
"Remember honey stick..." Nicole shifted my lolling head to her line of sight. "There's gym strong and there's 'Mama Bear' strong!" Nicole cocked back her right. "This is for Tonniann!"
WHAM!!
The explosion pitched me into warm darkness.that erased all my pain. I heard bits of Miki and Abigail's remarks as they carried me to the recovery room. "Look at the circus tent he popped!" "Will really enjoys this!"

Nicole appeared at my dorm two days later, asking how I was.
"I pasted you pretty good!" Nicole glided past me and looked my room over, her gaze settling on my black eye. "I guess I did at that!"
Nicole moved closer to me. "When I was looking at you all knocked out and sprawled on the canvas, you know what I thought Will?"
"What?" I asked, feeling Nicole's fingers gently clasp my arms.
"I thought:'I can't let him go to waste.'"
"How do you mean?" Excitement stirred in me and I clasped Nicole closer.
"The woody you were sporting both times I knocked you out? No way was that getting away."
"But I beat up..."
"Both my daughters? That is true, but they have to learn not only how to fight, but not how to fight. And call me Nicole."
We kissed and Nicole unbuttoned my shirt.

Nicole and I fucked all afternoon. It was my first time with an older woman. Twenty years older, in fact, and Nicole was a textbook MILF. Her melon-like tits were still firm and her nipples pink and warm. Five hours later, I lay exhausted under the extremely satisfied Nicole, her arms affectionately cradling my head and neck.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked. Nicole's response was a long kiss. Nicole gently rubbed her tits across my face, my lips sucking lovingly on her nipples.
"Say good night to Mama Bear!"
Instantly, Nicole buried my face in the cleavage of her chest, the smooth skin sealing off my nose and mouth. With no air, I fought to break the bosom smoother. My lungs began to burn and blackness closed in rapidly. I remember Nicole kissing my forehead with maternal affection. "Go to sleep, Will." she whispered softly.
I passed otu. When I came around, Nicole was long gone.


  

Monique

At the clang of the bell, Monique threw off her dressing gown and strutted toward me, dressed only in her red bikini bottoms that matched her raised boxing gloves. I stood flat footed, a few paces out of my corner, staring at Monique's full breasts.

Monique was a beautiful black woman, who had been a body builder for ten years. "Hey there!" she whispered to me, a few inches from my face.

Her voice was soft, with Caribbean accent I couldn't identify. When her red lips formed a smile, her liquid brown eyes fixed me in place. She brought her right glove right up to my face.

"Kiss my glove, Eric!" Monique breathed at me. "Do it, come on now!"
I pressed my lips  to the yielding leather of the boxing glove, savoring the hard presence of Monique's fist inside. I obeyed her before I thought of what I was doing.

"Good boy," she said, mushing the glove on my face a few times. I let out a moan of pleasure. "You liked that, Eric!" Her eyes appraised me. "Now its time for sleep, honey stick!"
WHAP!!

A swirl of white stars followed Monique's right hook to my jaw. I heard a thudding crash which was my body hitting the canvas. I was spark out cold.


Five minutes later I woke up in the recovery room of the Amazonia Boxing Club. Through the smeared murk of my vision, I saw Emma the ref peering down, calling my name.
I wanted to answer immediately, but the haze took time to drain off. Emma was my buddy Wes' girlfriend and, looking at her pretty face and big tits, I wondered if she ever fucked other guys. An acrid smell jolted me awake: Emma passed smelling salts under my nose.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Monique punched you out!" Emma said. "You can be such a stupid horn dog, Eric."
Emma waited until I was completely conscious to tell me Monique's message. "You should meet her," Emma added. "Eventually she's going to fuck you."

"Oh yeah? She nearly broke my jaw!"

"I mentioned that to Monique. She didn't seem concerned."
I imagined Monique's voice saying she didn't care if I was injured and I got turned on.

"Monique takes her time with guys, puts them through their paces. But once she decides she's in love, she stays that way." Emma told me.

That Saturday Monique and I had dinner at my place. After some wine for desert, Monique asked to see my bedroom. "That's quick!" I told myself, more pleased than surprised.
Monique examined the contents of my bookcase. "You read all this?" She asked.

"Yep."

"You're a smart boy. I like that in a man. This is getting better and better!"

WHACK!!

In one swift upward motion, Monique hammered her clinched fist against my chin. I toppled forward in a KO daze and Monique caught me. Sitting me on the edge of the bed, Monique effortlessly stripped off my cloths as I sighed and my eyes slowly blinked open and shut. I felt her hands shove me on the bed and then begin to fondle my cock A convulsive thrill jolted me awake.

"Very nice, Eric! A whole ,load on the first toss!"
Monique was seated by my hips, starting to jerk me off again. I made a few sounds of paltry resistance and gave into the pleasure of her stroking.
After the fifth devastating orgasm, I was zonked. Monique released my still semi-erect penis and grabbed the duffel bag she'd brought with her. Out came a red boxing glove, that she fitted on her right hand.

"Say night night, Eric!" purred Monique as she padded across the bed to my shoulders.

BAM!!

Her fist slammed my chin again, much harder. I saw an explosion of pinwheels and then Monique pulling her duffel bag over her shoulder while she strided slowly out of the room and I was sound asleep.

Robin

She was a small girl in her early 20s, inches shorter than most of the men at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Dark eyes and full lips drew male attention from Robin's lean, strong body and small breasts. After a few minutes their vision lowered and they speculated to themselves what sex with Robin would be like. If they faced Robin in the ring, they wondered why she took up boxing. Studying her face and brown, flirty pony tail that bounced around her shoulders, Max knew the reason. Robin's eyes peered up at her opponent and seemed to say "Now!" with longing.

Robin did the best she could against Max. After three rounds of battering each other, Max keeping the enthused Robin in check, the girl was knocked out cold. The punches were two short, crisp shots to the face. Robin's eyes closed as her head rocked side to side and she did a sudden el foldo like a collapsing puppet that left her in a heap on the canvas. With urgent pleasure, Max watched Emma the Ref count Robin out.

They had a rematch a month later, but Max put Robin to sleep in round seven. Robin had more stanima this time and inflicted a lot of pain before her opponent's right hook floored her.

Robin was unconscious for five minutes. Max stood by her in the recovery room, where Emma and Robin's second, Casthy, had carried her. The fighters stared at each other silently as Robin sat up on her elbows. Max was consumed by the exhaustion and bewilderment in Robin's eyes and by her dishevelled pony tail.

They made love a few days later in Robin's house. Robin made little resistence to Max's invitation to dinner. She saw herself, her entire body, craddled in the palms of his hands.

The sun was barely shinning as Robin stood by her bed, still naked. Max, walking from the bathroom wearing yesterdays cloths with hair washed and combed, saw how Robin looked at him.

Max pulled open one of the drawers in a naerby dresser and retrieved a pair of yellow silk panties.Kneeling down at his lover's feet, he pulled open the waist band. Robin placed her feet in the garment. Her drew the panties up to her slender hips, feeling the smooth skin of her toned thighs on his fingers.

Max called Robin "Princess" and encircled her body with his own, drawing her into a kiss. Max felt Robin relax in his hold, her breathing increasing with arousal. He stepped away and threw a right upper cut that lifted Robin off her feet, propelling her onto the bed. Robin was instantly knocked out.

It was easily to manipulate the unconscious girl into a prone position, flat on her back on the bed sheets, head resting on a pillow. Max had measured the force of his punch with care, Robin would only be out for a few minutes.

Kneeling down he kissed Robin on the lips.
"Slut." he whispered affectionately in her ear. Max pulled on his coat and left.

When Robin woke, her head spun for a few moments. Soreness throbbed in her jaw until a blinding orgasm pulsed through her, making pain and pleasure into one. 

Will's Girls

Will didn't dream while he slept off the effects of Carmelita's knock out punch. A warm pleasure surged through his body until he finally woke and saw Carmelita looking down at him, smiling. Her right hand was down the front of his trunks, fingering Will's purple erection. As he orgasmed, Will fell in love.

Carmelita and Will were together for six months, almost a lifetime for Carmelita who kept a male lover for only half that time.

Will was good natured and an excellent lover. But Carmelita believed that Will wanted something she could not provide. And then another guy at the gym caught her eye, a "gentle" like Will, but with the darker shade of hair that always excited Carmelita.

She broke the news to Will the morning after a particularly hungry night of fucking.

"I never stay long with a guy," said Carmelita as they stood at the foot of Will's bed. She was pulling on her shorts and T-shirt as she spoke. "And you're the longest I've been with anyone."

Will signified his anger and disappointment with a resentful shrug and a blank stare.

"Don't be like that. Will!" Carmelita shivered with arousal. "I want to ...give you...something before...I go..."

"Yeah?" asked Will with still hurt feelings. "What?"

WHAP!!

Carmelita's upper cut tagged Will on the chin, lifting him off his feet. Flame-bright pinwheels exploded in his vision and merged into a white blur.

Carmelita savored the sight of her now former lover laid out on the bed, placidly smiling. She was still catching her breath and adjusting her panties when she kissed him good bye.



For weeks will felt completely abandoned, mopping around at work and the gym

One day, while changing to go home, he found an envelope in his locker, with the instructions "OPEN ME, WILL!" in a neat, feminine handwriting. Inside was a short note in the same script "NIGHTY-NIGHT" with pink hearts dotting the "i"s.

CHUMPH!!

A judo chop struck Will on the neck. The shock made him momentarily rigid. The locker room went dim and then black as Will felt like he was falling backward down a steep mountain.

The blackness lifted. Will sat on a folding chair in a corner of a boxing ring.

"Hey, Will, you awake? I'm Serena!"

Will rubbed his sore neck as he looked up with widened eyes at a brown skinned beauty clad in a blue, one piece bathing suit, cut high on the hips, highlighting her long, muscular legs.

"You read my love note?"

"Love...note?" Will asked in a murmur, instantly entranced by Serena's bright smile and blazing eyes. As the fog vanished from his head, Will remembered Serena as one of the women who recently joined the gym.

"That doesn't hurt, does it...Gentle?" asked Serena, leaning over to caresses the spot she had chopped only a few minutes earlier. Shifting her head, she and Will's lips met and for a long moment they kissed.

When she broke the embrace with the befuddled Will, Serena asked if he wanted to wrestle. Will babbled agreement.

"Now, I only do knock out wrestling," explained Serena as the couple circled each other in the ring. "The match isn't over until one of us is out cold! I wonder who that might be?"

Hoping to tackle her, Will leaped forward at Serena, who deftly clotheslined the young man, jerking his head back and putting him in a ko daze.

For a few moments, Will's thoughts, mostly of Serena's legs and ass, floated weightlessly in his head. Then Serena's drop kick put him on the canvas.

"Come on, nino, get up!" Serena cooed as she pulled the groggy Will to his feet and spun him in a circle.When he faced Serena again, her right fist wa rising from her hip, directed at Will's chin. There was a smile of evil excitement on her lips/

BAP!!

Will sagged and Serena's arms held him a second time. "No,no,no mi perrito, not time to sleep yet!"

Serena shook Will's shoulders playfully.

Now fully awake, Will resisted Serena's grasp successfully, only to find her arms enveloping his throat. His hands tore violently at Serena's constricting arms. Serena let out a short laugh at his efforts.

Will felt light , slightly elevated from the ground. His arms began to reach forward as if to reach a figure only he could see. Will's thinking drifted as he relished the grip of Serena's arms at his throat and the tone of her honey voice telling him he was about to be knocked out like a "gentle" should be.

"Ohhh look, my peritto is turning into a gattito!" Serena whispered lovingly in his ear. Will's legs were already bending and Serena was easing him into a sitting position. "Look at your manhood, Will, dying to get out! Too bad you're so thrilled to be knocked out!"

Serena jerked the hold tighter for a few seconds. Will felt incredibly sleepy and horny all at once. Now seated on the canvas in Serena's grasp, he thought happily of sex with Carmelita and her white blond hair and how she looked in her fighting stance in the ring. When she heard Will sigh, Serena knew this was almost over.

"I'm a rough like Carmelita, she told me all about you Will!"

Feeling the young man sag against her as he lost consciousness made Serena's hips quiver with sharp violence. Will was dizzy from the way the ring was spinning and he smiled as the swarm of black spots that had filled his vision smeared into a wall of black. Submerging into a great ocean of unconsciousness, Will felt relaxed and content.

Catching her breath, Serena gently placed Will's upper body on the canvas and kissed him. She pulled his trunks back and saw his massive, purple hard on.

When Will had fully recovered, he spent the night with Serena.

Milla

Rob landed on the canvas after his girlfriend, Jenny. Both had been knocked out while boxing Milla. The first bout was between the women. While Rob watched with anticipation, Milla worked Jenny over until the smaller girl was slumped against the ropes, groggy and moaning.
Milla planned to talk trash to Rob before putting him to sleep, but she punched and slugged Jenny in relative silence, her facial expression ferociously seductive as she wore Jenny down, prepping for the knockout.
Even though she was semi conscious, Jenny was excited at being beaten senseless by Milla. Jenny's trainer, Peter, recommended Milla to take care of what the couple wanted, needed really.
Jenny and Rob had fought each other to knockouts and that had been incredibly satisfying. But Rob wanted to see his lover laid out by another female and then lose to the same fighter himself. Deep in her soul, Jenny craved defeat and domination by a girl like Milla.

Milla tilted the dazed Jenny's chin into the right position with the underside of her boxing gloves.The right fist arched back.
"All right, pretty girl, time to finish you off!"
The endearment "pretty girl" flared excitement in Jenny, who savored the wave of horniness for the seconds it took for the punch to tag the point of of her chin. The blackness of complete sleep consumed Jenny and she landed on her back at Milla's feet.
Rob hung on the ropes , poised to leap into the ring when Milla finished the ten count. Then Milla knelt over the fallen boxer and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips, tenderly cradling Jenny's head in her gloved hands.
Rob sprinted into the ring as Milla, according to their arrangement, left the room.

Thirty minutes later Milla returned. Rob was just settling Jenny on the large air mattress outside the ring, adjusting Jenny's foxy boxing trunks to their proper place.
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
"I'm going to fuck you up good!" promised Milla as she adjusted to Velcro straps on Rob's gloves. "You're going to join your slut girlfriend in dreamland! It will be a pleasure knocking your ass out!"
They touched gloves and a pounding right hook spun Rob into a corkscrew. His body quickly unraveled and Rob felt everything drop into darkness.
Milla gave him a ten count and admired the erection in his shorts as it sprouted upward.

Milla enjoyed sex with men, but she emotionally oriented toward women.
When Jenny regained consciousness, she was too bruised and sore for sex, so Milla and Rob spent Saturday night together. It wasn't like being with Jenny, but the first two of Rob's orgasms made Milla so drunk with pleasure that Milla took him into herself greedily.
While Rob slept through Sunday morning, Milla woke Jenny and rubbed lotion on her bruises. Milla took digital pics of the dark purple shiner on Jenny's right eye. Gently Milla kissed the wound and Jenny pulled her into the bed.

Milla said her good byes on Sunday evening. She gave Ron a solid upper cut after they kissed. Rob dropped into the couch he and Jenny stood in front of.
Milla embraced Jenny and they kissed one long minute.
WHAP!
The right hook fell low on Jenny's jaw. Milla caught her in her arms and deposited her next to Rob.

Gina's Dream

The following story was inspired by an artist named Gina whose work can be found at http://adventure-art.deviantart.com/ My thanks to her for allowing me to use her work at my site.

Gina held her own for three rounds against Frank. When the knockout punch did arrive, it slammed into the side of her face. Gina's eyes shut instantly.
She felt herself strike the canvas, landing on her side. In languorous slow motion Gina rolled over on her back. She struggled to disperse the blackness that enveloped her, but she was fast asleep. Their match was held in Frank's basement gym and they were alone.
Gina couldn't hear Frank call her "Sleeping beauty" and ask if she was getting up.
Looking at Gina prone on the canvas, Frank concluded Gina, with her frizzy curly hair and nice thick legs, was attractive. Like a lot of women Frank boxed, Frank used his digital camera to record Gina's post fight nap.

In the darkness, Gina felt herself swaying and falling until she landed in the forest. The morning sun was shinning between the thick foliage as she walked her horse to the meeting place.
Gina wore black tights and a white blouse opened just above her ample breasts. Around her waist was her rapier.
As she walked, holding the reins of her horse Rosie, who carried two bags of stolen gold coins, Gina smiled and daydreamed about her previous night with Cpt. Mark DeFoe from the Royal Army. Gina had separated from her partner in crime, Calico Sarah, at the Windsor Inn, after splitting the lot from the robbery of a treasury convoy. Gina encountered Cpt. DeFore at the Inn's tavern. He thought she was a local wench and treated her to multiple tankards of ale until they found their way to his room.
Leaving DeFoe in a drunken and exhausted sleep, Gina left the Windsor before dawn and headed to rejoin Calico Sarah for the next robbery. Gina sat against a low wall by the roadside, continuing to daydream about DeFoe.
A figure emerged from the dark forest and moved silently behind Gina.
The figure raised a club above Gina's exposed head.
BONK!!!
Stars geysered around Gina. She felt her eyes close and body relax. The stars continued to spin around her head even though Gina was out cold. A soft "ooohhhh" escaped her lips.
The attacker leaped over the wall and knelt next to her victim. The girl, ten years younger than the thirty year old Gina, wore the red and white uniform of the King's Bounty Hunters, whose duty it was to apprehend all highway outlaws.
"Well, well, Gina the Queen of Thieves!" exclaimed the bounty hunter. "You'll fetch a great sum from the sheriff!"
Gina groaned softly and her body stirred.
"What?! Back from the land of slumber so soon?"
From a pocket in her cloak, the young girl removed a small leather sap.
"Go back to sleep, Gina!"
THUMP!!
The sap landed behind Gina's right ear and the lady thief sighed as she sagged into a deep, peaceful knockout.

It took Gina a few minutes to recover completely from the blows she'd taken. Moving her hands and legs was impossible as her wrists were bound to the tree she was slumped against.
"Queen Gina, awake at last!"
Recognition of the voice snapped Gina back to reality. It was Brittany Shelley, Gina's arch enemy.
"What happened?" asked Gina.
"I was on patrol and who did I find? The most wanted criminal in the entire kingdom...Gina, Queen of the Thieves! So I gave you a conk on the head...well, two conks actually!"
Gina squinted in anger. "If I could get my sword, I'd run you through!"
"I don't doubt you would!"
Brittany sat next to Gina.
"I wager Calico Sarah is searching right now for you! So, I'm going to reunite you two!" Gina reached into her cape. "And as a precaution..."
THWAP!!
This time love birds sang in Gina's ear before she went out.

When Gina came around again, Calico Sarah was slumped against her, restrained in the same way as Gina. Gina surveyed the entire camp, but Brittany was gone.
"Hey Sarah, wake up!"
Gina began nudging her friend. The younger bandit stirred back to consciousness.
Calico Sarah, her nickname a tribute to her multicolored hair, had learned the criminal arts from Queen Gina and the two had been partners for the last two years.
"Wh...ere...we...?" Sarah asked.
"We've both been apprehended by Brittany of the Kings Bounty Hunters. I don't see the wench anywhere, though."
"We're headed straight to jail or deportation to the colonies if she brings us in!"
"And for a very long time, too. we've got to get out of here!"
Both women struggled and pulled at the ropes around their wrists. After a minute, Sarah felt the ropes give and fall away.
"I'm free!" Sarah shouted and quickly undid the bindings on her ankles. Grabbing a knife on a nearby table, she freed Gina.
The pair ran into the forest and quickly found the spot Gina had tied up the horse that carried the stolen gold. Both the horse and the gold were gone. Both women searched desperately until Gina found their horse grazing in a field, saddle bags heavy but intact. "I found them, Sarah!"
Gina noticed Sarah had vanished from next to her. In a hedgerow and few feet behind the, Gina her a scuffle. And then...
WHAP!!
POW!!
SOCK!!
Gina froze in place when she saw Cpt. DeFoe emerge from the hedgerow. Over his left shoulder was draped an unconscious Calico Sarah, her limp arms and legs dangling in the air.
"Good morning, Gina! I was greatly disappointed to find you'd left before me!"
Gina took a few paces back from her lover. "How did you...?"
"I work with Brittany from the Hunters!"
DeFoe hefted Calico Sarah onto the rump of one of the horses. He turned to Gina. "Who do you think told Brittany that you and Miss Calico were in the area?"
"You?"
"Correct. Now your turn..." He smiled at the panicked Gina as he seized her wrist, that Gina tried to pull back. "I'll put in a good word for you and your friend with the magistrate. Maybe you'll get ten years in prison."
Gina swung at DeFoe with her free hand. He slipped out of the way of the fist.
"I enjoyed last night, it made me wish you were the farm girl you pretended to be!"
Cpt. DeFoe brought a small club down on the top of Gina's head.
The lady theif felt dizzy and stars showered around her. Eyes crossing, Gina wobbled and sighed. DeFoe caught her as she collapsed toward him. Gina fit perfectly next to Sarah on the horse.
DeFoe gave both women a lusty slap on the ass. Calico Sarah mumbled in her sleep. Maybe, DeFoe considered, I could persuade the magistrate to allow me to supervise these ladies' rehabilitation. Leading the horses, DeFoe started down the road.

"Hey, Gina, wakey wakey!"
Gina knew she wasn't in the forest and quickly discovered she was laying on the canvas of Frank's boxing ring.
"I knocked you out cold, girl!'
Clutching her sore face with her gloved hands, Gina replied, "You sure did!"

Lisa at the Beach - The Finish

"Get her up!"
Arianna had firmly shook and then slapped her friend's face, but Lisa was completely knocked out.
Now she grabbed the defeated girl's legs and her boyfriend Marc slipped his hands under Lisa's shoulders. The carried the slumbering beauty back to her corner.
Lisa had flashing dreams, like movies, that started and then suddenly switched off. Voices, male and female, seemed to settle into her sleep.
Stabbing pain spiralled through Lisa's skull. She saw Marc and Arianna crouched in front of her.
"Where....is...he...." Lisa sighed.
"Where is who?" Arianna asked. "How many fingers, Lisa?"
Lisa stared at Arianna's index and pointer fingers. "Two! Where is he?"
"Chill out Lisa," said Marc. "The bell saved you. The fight is still on."
As she forced her senses back into order and got to her feet, Lisa felt anger and lust fuse in her soul.
Emma asked Lisa if she could continue. Marty felt a sharp, warm thrill when Lisa answered "Yes!"
"You tired, you fuck!?" Lisa growled as round three began, both fighters hammering at each other. "Because you're going to sleep, Mr. Banana!"
Marty was pleasantly surprised by Lisa's aggressiveness. She thought she'd twitch her tits and tail and then knock me out, he told himself as the battle continued. Well, knockouts hurt, sorry about that Honey Cake!
Early in round four, Lisa focused on wearing down Marty with body shots. At first he barely flinched. But Lisa would not stop and Marty began to roll back from her. Lisa pursued and tagged Marty in the solar plexus.
Marty bent in a pain so sharp his profanity strangled in his throat. Lisa threw a left that smacked Marty on the side of his face, spinning him ninety degrees. He barely heard the shouts and howls from the audience. Pain drowned everything and Lisa's shot to his mid section increased the volume.
Suddenly the pain shut off. The ring and the screaming women and the moon lit beach swirled around the male boxer and flared of black and yellow followed Marty to unconsciousness.

The colors flared again and Marty saw Emma holding Lisa's right fist against the the moon above them. Haley was already knelt next to him when Lisa shoved her away.
Blackness washed over Marty and then receded.
He was on his knees and the crowd was cheering. When Marty, still groggy, slumped forward, his face pressing against Lisa's smooth ass.
"Kiss it, boy!" Lisa yelled at Marty over her shoulder. With thoughtless pleasure, Marty pressed his lips into her butt cheeks. The skin was soothing on his sore face, so he buried it in Lisa's flesh. Marty slipped sideways and kissed the other cheek.Marty was burning to fuck Lisa.
"You're a good boy!" Lisa said when she hauled Marty to his feet. "I really enjoyed that!'
The spectators roared loudly in response to the "CRACK!" of Lisa's bare knuckles on her opponent's chin.
He tilted back into Haley's arms. Marty was out cold again.

The next night Lisa went to the small bungalow Marty and Haley rented for the beach party. Haley was seated on the front porch and leaped up when she saw Lisa walking up the steps.
"What could you possibly want her?" asked Haley.
"I'm here to see Marty!" Lisa answered, knowing Haley was going to be a problem, but if the blond got in the way Lisa was ready to handle it.
"He's resting," Haley said, stepping in front of the screen door entrance. "From the beating you gave him yesterday."
Lis smiled to herself, recalling Marty in Haley's arms, deep in his second knock out of the evening. To Lisa it seemed like he was smiling.
"Is he okay?"
"Yeah, after he woke up!"
Haley and her friend Katie carried the unconscious Marty to a nearby recovery tent where smelling salts were administered. After a few tries, Marty correctly identified Haley and himself.
"Let me talk to him, I want to apologize."
Lisa moved to the front door and Haley, her pretty face frozen with determination, walked in front of the intruder.
"Out of the way, twig!"
Haley barely flinched. "Get off the porch! Marty is mine!"
As Lisa clinched her right fist, she admitted to herself that Haley was only protecting her territory.
WHAP!!!
Haley stepped sideways a few paces from the force of her rival's right hook. Then it was lights out. Haley dropped against Lisa, her face slack and eyes shut.
Carrying Haley in her arms, Lisa shouldered open the screen door and went inside. She dumped Haley in a sitting position on the living room couch.
Looking at the humiliated girl, Lisa suddenly felt sorry for her. Haley had been sucker punched and would have a bad headache when she came to.
Lisa placed Haley's legs on the couch and placed her head on a pillow.
Marty glanced in shock when Lisa trespassed into Haley and his bedroom.
"Lisa? Did Haley let you in?"
Marty was already off the bed when Lisa's eyes caught his.
"She went to the store, she'll be back."
Lisa embraced Marty and the pair kissed.