Three and You're Out!

Walking from the men's locker room, Will was snared by Donna's bare shoulders, strong and smooth, as she worked a heavy bag. Mostly he took in her toned legs and well muscled ass. Infrequently Will caught glimpses of the determined aggression on her face as she encircled her target. later Will found out Donna was very recently divorced and had just joined the Amazonia Boxing Club.
He attended every bout Donna was in after first seeing her, standing as close as he could get to ringside. Every opponent, male or female, was floored sooner or later. It was the fight between Donna and Will's friend Desiree that put him completely in lust with Donna.
The taller, older Donna beat the shorter, leaner Desiree through three rounds. The young girl answered the fourth round bell, fists raised and eyes set, but she staggered slightly as she moved. Donna's punches became surgical, smacking Desiree's head and body ferociously, causing the girl to falter
Will was entranced watching Donna methodically inflict pain on Desiree. Though he and Desiree had slept together a few times and become friends, Will flushed at Donna's predatory zeal as she wore down the newbie fighter until Desiree fell against the turnbuckle, arms barely raised.
Standing a few feet from the fighters, Will herd Desiree plead as she absorbed more punishment from Donna.
"Pleas....Please...offff!...I give..."
Donna halted her assault.
"Oh yeah? You do?" Donna cocked her right fist behind her waist. "Then sweet dreams, baby dyke!"
WHAP!
The vicious upper cut jerked Desiree back to the turnbuckle, arms in a lifeless dangle. Desiree grunted a few half words and tilted forward, slamming to the canvas face down.There was nothing Will wouldn't have done for Donna while she strutted around the ring, gloved fists in the air.
Emma the Ref counted the young girl out, then she and Desiree's girlfriend Grace lifted the limp bodied girl in their arms. Will fell in love with Donna's strength as the prone Desiree was carried by him.

Donna showed him around the gym in her basement. Along with the bright, inviting lights, new carpet and workout equipment, there was a small but durable boxing ring. Of all the equipment, the ring was the most used and Donna's favorite.
"I've been boxing since high school and brawling before that," Donna explained. "It's how I met ny ex husband."
"You were married? Did you hurt your husband?"
"Yep! I found out he was cheating. I put him and the bitch in the hospital."
"Damn!" exclaimed Will.
"The bitch was easy, three punches and she was out. My ex...I beat the shift out of him. When the doctors released him from the hospital, he wanted to put things back the way they were."
"What did you do?"
"I knocked him out again, fucking dog!"
The way Donna described her husband excited Will. He imagined Donna calling him the same name.
"You've been to a few of my fights!?" Donna asked suddenly. Will felt even more thrilled,
"I like how you move in a fight..."
"Yeah?" Donna leaned a hand on the lower rope and smiled alluringly. "What did you think of my fight with Desiree?"
"Dez shouldn't have been in the ring with you."
"Did you think I was too big for her to fight?"
"Yes."
And Will, you didn't warn her off!"
"I didn't."
"Of course you didn't!"
Donna pulled herself into the ring, stood up and leaned down to Will from the top rope, laying her breasts on her arms. "Come on, Will, get in here!"
Will obeyed. Following Donna's instructions, he removed his shirt and put on boxing gloves.
"I'll make this fair for you, Will," Donna said, pulling off her pink top and undoing her purple bra, revealing her round breasts, Will stared, motionless. Donna pitched both garments away and stepped out of her jeans All she wore, as she walked slowly to Will, were pink gym shorts. She embraced him, leaving a strong kiss on his lips before nuzzling her face by his ear. "How hard are you going to fuck me, Will?"
Will looked with blank expectation in Donna's eyes.
BAP!
Will was dangling from the top ropes, where Donna had hooked his arms. His legs were buckled. A long moan escaped his mouth as reality partially focused.
"One punch, Will. Two more to go!"
Through a comfortable haze, Will fell in love with the topless Donna. Pushing his legs straight in order to get off the ropes, Will stepped forward. He heard Donna's evil chuckle.
BAM!
The right hook to his head planted Will in the turnbuckle, nearly out on his feet. Donna was a lovely blur that taunted him as his eyes open and closed.
"I think you're in love with me," Donna said. "Or some feeling like that, right Will?"
He wanted badly to kiss Donna's breasts and make love to her. Watching Donna kiss her clinched fist, Will got more excited because Donna was about to finish him off. He looked at her chest one last time.
WHAP!
Will was on the canvas, out cold. Donna wanted to count him out, but got distracted by the monster erection showing in his jeans. She kissed the unconscious male and hefted him over her shoulder. As she made for the bedroom, Donna was glad that the evening was going to end the way she and Will wanted.  

Cathy

In four bouts with three male challengers, Cathy was knocked out cold.
The last fight was a rematch with Will. Both times Cathy never saw the punch that put her to sleep. She was on her feet then nothing and then the blackness draining away as Emma the Ref and Cathy's room mate Paula both helped Cathy sit up.
The second fight ended in the fourth round . Jon pinned Cathy to the ropes and unleashed a feverish barrage of punches, punishing her head and torso until Cathy passed out. Jon was very pleased to watch Cathy slowly succumb to his assault, her skinny body carried off in her friends' arms.
Cathy's first loss was to Marc, who simply came out at the bell, slammed his fists loudly and launched a right cross.
The force of the blow planted Cathy on the canvas, almost through the ropes. She saw the ring spin into bright colors and was unconscious, her head and arms dangling from the lower ropes. The one punch ko was Marc's speciality.
Cathy slumbered ten minutes after being counted out. Cathy woke with a craving for sex with Marc and they spent the weekend together.

Emma the Ref told Cathy to stop fighting men.
"You're nothing but a punching bag for guys like Jon and Will! They get off on giving women like you canvas back!"
But Cathy explained she loved hitting men as much as sex with them. Emma suspected Cathy was wired like their mutual friend, Desiree: to challenge the person they wanted as a lover. Most of the time both girls wound up on the canvas, spread eagle and out cold.

Cathy knew a knock out victory in the ring would alter the direction her life was moving. Flooring another woman was meaningless to her, as most women were to Cathy. The loser had to be a male and someone she wanted to fuck her as much as she needed fucking.
Dan became the obvious choice from among the men at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Involving Desiree's husband Peter would be too complicated, just as Emma's man Wes would be. Dan was good looking  and a good fuck, which Cathy already knew because they had already messed around. Cathy posted her challenge.
It took Dan a few minutes to recall what Cathy looked like when he read her challenge. Last July at the Amazonia's yearly beach party, Dan and Cathy fucked  in the second floor bedroom of a bungalow. He didn't see her after that, so he was bewildered by the request for a mixed match. But at the Amazonia, a mixed match was often a variation of a first date.

Dan liked seeing Cathy in a black top and tight shorts that contrasted with the light glow that came off the smooth flesh of her bare arms and  legs. When they touched gloves, Dan noticed Cathy was slightly shorter than he was and felt confident about punching her lights out.
"I thought you forgot about me!" Dan suggested. Both fighters were probing each other; Cathy
searching for a weak spot on Dan, who timed Cathy's counter punches.
"I've been busy." answered Cathy. "So many men to knock out and so little time."
She's kidding! Dan thought. Time to hurt her!
For the first two rounds, Dan trapped Cathy in a clinches, working her body. But Cathy always broke the embrace. She had to stay mobile, out of Dan's line of fire. Dan was stronger than her and if he landed the right punch hard enough, she'd go out like a light!
In the fourth round, Cathy began to wonder if Dan was hornier than her. That would be a lot, since she wanted her opponent more as each round passed.
Hammering at Dan in round five, Cathy forced him to the ropes. A few times an opening occurred in Cathy's defense, which Dan did his best to exploit. Cathy blocked his punches or stepped out the way.
Cathy's right detonated on Dan's skull and he stumbled in confusion. A follow through left hook smacked his chin so hard that he was off his feet before he realized it.
Cathy was yelling as she smiled.
Dan went light headed and numb. He listlessly studied Cathy's legs when she straddled him, starting the ten count aloud. Reality blurred as the excitement in Dan swelled.
Cathy slowly removed her boxing gloves and then her top. On her knees, she gently slapped her defeated enemy's face with her breasts.
"Enjoying that Dan?"
Dan feebly kissed her smooth breasts and pink nipples. Cathy kissed Dan full on the lips. She pulled down her black shorts, revealing the soft black hair of her pussy. The pair kissed again.
Dan's eyes rolled up and he was asleep.
Dan jolted awake. Still in her out fit, Cathy was waving smelling salts under his nose.
"Cath...Cath...I made..."
"Stay still, Dan. You had a hard fall."
"I did?" Dan lifted his head high enough to scan the ring. "Did we fuck?"
Cathy's hand reached up the leg of Dan's shorts and felt his erect penis. "I wish we would. You're pretty cute all knocked out cold!"

Loaded

By my fifth fight against her, I was tired of losing to Lynn. Okay, she knocked out every guy that climbed into the boxing ring with her, but they tried only once, having learned their lesson. I couldn't seem to do that.
I would not accept that Lynn was a better fighter than me, so I kept hoping to beat her. All five matches I wound up on the canvas no later than round five, out cold and dreaming, flashing a serious erection in my trunks. That last fact pissed off Paula, one of my two corner persons and girlfriends. The second, Cathy, didn't care how many other women I was with as long as I gave her what she needed when she needed it.
Paula was convinced in her heart that she would lose me to Lynn. I found the tall, big chested brunette sexually attractive, especially in her boxing gear and would have slept with her given the chance. But Paula and Cathy were now so much a part of my life that I couldn't desert them.
"If you can't beat her honestly," Paula said as she lay next to me in our bed at 2 in the morning. I had made love to both girls that night and Cathy lay on my right side, contentedly asleep. Paula, just as satisfied, was on my left, her face in my ear as I rested on my back. "You can beat her dishonestly."
The concept had immediate appeal.
"How?" I asked.
"By cheating! Don't fight fair with the bitch!"
I tilted my heard to Paula. "What did you have in mind?"
"A shot below the waist, with a follow through upper cut. She'll be in so much pain she'll never know what hit her."
I deeply disliked the idea of punching any woman's cunt, although nothing was out of bounds for Paula's territorial imperiative. "No! Anything else?"
"We could slip a roofie in her water...when Lynn's all groggy you can work her over and then knock her out."
Messing with drugs was too risky. Paula then gave me her evil smile. "Okay, Cath and I could rig up loaded gloves for you to wear."
This idea I liked. Finnaly sending Lynn to Dreamland with my fists was just what I wanted.
"How would you do it?"
Paula knew I was hooked. "We'll replace some of the stuffing in your gloves with heavy sand. One punch with the right amount of force behind it in the sweet spot and Lynn goes nightie-night."
I gave Paula a loving kiss. "Let's do it!"

We were all in the ring a week later. Paula and Cathy stood in my corner, opposite Lynn with her usual attendents, the twin sisters Emily and Carly. Both of them stared at me mercilessly. Lynn wore her usual smile, like that of a feline predator about to kill her favorite prey.
Emma the Ref called us to the center of the ring.
"I'm starting to get used to this, Marc," taunted Lynn. "I think I'll put you to sleep quick."
"Go ahead!" I replied.

I moved around Lynn, keeping my fists up by my face. Cathy and Paula had done a flawless job of fixing my gloves. I just had to keep out of my opponet's way until the right moment.
It happened in round three.
Lynn and I were battling near the ropes when I ducked an over hand left and fired a right-left combination to the sides of her head. The right upper cut that followed detonated perfectly on her chin.
Lynn's eyes rolled up in their sockets and her lids drooped. All expression drained from her face as her jaw fell open. Lynn moaned like a lover had just penetrated her.
I wound up and slammed home a right hook that reduced Lynn's body to well cooked spaghetti. She collapsed sideways, eyes shut, mouth gaping open.
Laying on her side, Lynn sighed long and loudly and fell onto her back. She was perfectly still, long legs straight out, arms by the temples of her head, nipples poking up like unshelled peanuts. Emma the Ref counted as slowly as she could, but at ten she declared the deeply slumbering Lynn "OUT!" and me the victor.
From my corner, we watched with pleasure as the unconscious girl was lifted off the canvas, limp in the arms of the twins. Emily and Carly tried in vain to wake Lynn up. Thanks to the impact of my loaded boxing gloves, Lynn slept peacefully in her corner chair. Eventually, Carly and Emily gave up and put Lynn on the stretcher Emma had brought into the ring. They carried their comatose fighter to the recovery room. It took five minutes to bring Lynn fully back from Dreamland.

Two weeks after my triumph, I got a message from Lynn.She demanded a rematch. Maybe she wants sex, I guessed. I'll just knock her out again, no matter what. Those gloves were the gift that keeps on giving.
Lynn was already standing in the ring wearing shorts, gloves and a revealing top, when we arrived.
"That was some punch you landed on me, Marc!" said Lynn. "I bet you can't do it twice!"
"I bet I can!"
"I know you won't!" Lynn declared and nodded her head to someone behind us. I turned just in time to see Emily and Carly appear behind my girls and deliver a neck chop, first to Cathy and then to Paula.
The pair groaned orgasmically as they went stiff and wide eyed and then fell into Emily and Carly's waiting arms. They quickly lowered their semiconscious victims against the ropes.
Lynn deliberately opened Cathy's gym bag, pulling out my boxing gloves.
"Just as I thought!" she said, weighing the gloves in her hands. Turning to Cathy and Paula, Lynn smacked both on the head with the loaded boxing gloves. My seconds let out loud "OOOOHHHS"s as their eyes crossed and their heads sank sideways. Paula and Cathy were out for the count!
Lynn tossed the gloves out of the ring.
"Now Marc, we'll finish the fight they way it should have been ended!"
Emily and Carly shoved me in my corner and laced on regular boxing gloves. Carly then rang the bell on the side of the ring.
Lynn came out at me in a rush. Her right fist flew up in my face.
BAM!!!
There was the feeling of lightness and relaxation. I was suddenly in love with Lynn and a feeling of excitation washed over me. I hit the canvas with a loud thud. I lay there knocked out cold, dreaming of sex with Lynn until six am the next morning. 

Dreamer

 

Kaylee boxed in her red bikini underwear. She knew her husband Sam loved the combination of the bathing suit and the boxing gloves, especially when Kaylee got knocked out.
Sam believed Kaylee never looked more beautiful than when she lay on the living room couch, sleeping off the right hook he'd just given her. Sometimes Kaylee would have a bruise from getting her face smacked too hard. Sam found the wounds stimulating . Sex for the couple was always best after a match that ended with a knock out.
Dreams filled Kaylee's head when she was unconscious. There were intense visions of three ways with men other than Sam. Another featured Kaylee challenging a male boxing champion known only as The Bruiser, a brawny fighter who was more a cartoon character than an actual human.
The Bruiser was Kaylee's superior in size, weight and boxing skill, yet Kaylee landed a punch from nowhere that floored the champ. Kaylee would stand with one boot on the Bruiser's chest while hundreds of female spectators with fiery green eyes screamed love and adulation for the victor.

In the conscious world, Sam took digital photos of his slumbering wife. Then he began experimenting with restraints. Once he tied Kaylee's gloved hands with her bikini top, resting them on her crotch. Sam got an even larger thrill by flipping his "Sleeping Beauty" on her stomach and binding her wrists behind her back.
Cleaning out the attic one afternoon, Sam found an actors make up kit left behind by the previous renters. Looking over the contents, Sam got an idea.
First Sam painted a moustache above Kaylee's upper lip and then let her walk around in public for hours, until she glanced in a mirror. His wife's rage always got Sam fired up.
As their private boxing matches continued, Sam hit Kaylee harder, to ensure a longer and deeper knockout. Stripping off the bikini, he redressed Kaylee in short boxing trunks and a sports bra. With precision and tenderness, Sam painted a purple shiner on her left eye before taking his pictures.

The vividness of her dreams made Kaylee want to make them reality. Lying to Sam about visiting her brother's family, Kaylee met Will from the Amazonia Boxing Club where she worked out. It took the pair three bars to find a third participant for Kaylee's fantasy.
To Kaylee's surprise, she handled the men expertly. In fact, when she walked out of the motel room Sunday morning, both of her lovers were passed out from sexual exhaustion. I wonder, she asked herself while driving home, what Will and the other guy dreamed of?
A week later Peter, Kaylee's trainer at the Amazonia, introduced his wife Desiree. Desiree was a short girl, lean bodied, attractive the way some short women are, with the blazing green eyes Kaylee had seen in her dreams. Kaylee excitedly accepted Desiree's challenge to a match and was carried from the ring at the start of round four.
Desiree seduced her new friend a few days later. It was the first time Kaylee had slept with a woman. She continued with Desiree for a month before Desiree switched to another female lover.

Kaylee opened a folder on their computer marked "Kaylee Koed." It was an accident, but she she saw herself, post knock out, on the couch. Pictures of her bound by her bikini top, with silk scarves, a pair of toy handcuffs. Pictures of her with black eyes, first her left and then her right eye. One photo simulated blood running from her nostrils. Another had stars photo shopped spinning around Kaylee's head, while she smiled in her sleep.

When she confronted her husband with the jpeg file, Sam admitted everything. He couldn't understand why Kaylee was upset. Most of the bruises were make up and the restraints never cut into her skin.
"You like getting your lights punched out, honey." Sam added. "We've always known that. Why are you sweating the harmless stuff?"
Kaylee ordered Sam to get their boxing gloves. The fired up feeling came over Sam.
Kaylee wore the red bikini again.Kaylee was enraged, but she could not really say why. To herself, she admitted Sam was right: the pictures were just make up and soft restraints. And Kaylee was gratified to see herself unconscious from Sam's fists.
Sam smacked Kaylee around the living room. Kaylee tried to fight back, but Sam's attack was overwhelming her, wearing her down.
"Feeling light headed, sweetie?" Sam's voice was cruel and affectionate.
WHAP!!
He slugged Kaylee on the jaw, spinning her.
WHAM!!
Sam tagged the opposite side of Kaylee's face. Kaylee groaned. "Getting sleepy?"
An upper cut kept Kaylee from answering and unleashed a super nova. Darkness crept around the edges of her eyes.
"Sam....?" Kaylee's voice sounded like she was already sleeping. She never felt Sam's final punch, but she did see it coming at her.

Out cold on the couch, Kaylee dreamed she fought The Bruiser again. Because of his superiority in height, weight and boxing skill, The Bruiser landed a punch from nowhere that floored Kaylee. The Bruiser stood with one boot on Kaylee's belly. Desiree delivered the ten count and then declared Kaylee "Out!"
Kaylee's seconds, Will and a guy she met at a bar, lifted Kaylee onto a stretcher and carried her from the ring.

Nicole

Will wanted to box (and fuck) Nicole from the moment he saw her working out on the heavy bag at the gym. Since he was a teen ager, Will had a thing for women fighters, especially in their gloves and shorts. Nicole, with her curly black hair and toned body looked irresistible to Will as she worked out.
There was only one round of boxing between Nicole and Will. Will toyed with Nicole, knowing she was still a weak fighter, only starting her training. When the moment was right, he slammed his gloved fist on top of Nicole's head, stunning the girl in her tracks.
Nicole's lips began to move, soft dreamy noises coming out. Will knew she was seeing stars and would very quickly enter dreamland.
Will nudged her right shoulder and Nicole sank into the nearby turnbuckle. For a few seconds, Will was unsure if a another punch was needed to finish Nicole off, but the girl suddenly began her descent to the canvas.
Sitting against the turnbuckle, Nicole's glassy eyes rolled up as if she was searching the ceiling intently. She was out of it and Will began the count.
As he did so, Will spread Nicole's legs and removed his gloves. He felt up the thighs he'd been admiring for so long. Nicole's legs were toned, but very smooth. At "TEN" Will declared her out and felt inside her panties.
Nicole murmured as he lifted and dragged her to folding chair in the opposite corner. Will took off her shorts and panties. Delicate black hair covered her vagina. Will kissed it and, gingerly at first, inserted his forefinger, probing for and finding Nicole's clit.
Her hips and then her entire body began rocking as Will started the finger fucking. Will followed the moans and sighs that rapidly followed until Nicole shouted out loud and lurched awake in the chair.
Gasping for air through the orgasm, Nicole arched her back, nearly standing up straight.
"AHHH!" Nicole blurted harshly, her hips thrust forward. She eased back down on the seat and opened her eyes, grinning at Will.
They kissed for a long moment. Nicole stood and shoved away the chair. When they embraced again, she whispered "Now!" as she pulled down Will's trunks.
Will took her against the turnbuckle. Nicole anchored herself with the upper ropes. "Yes!" she muttered in Will's ears when he penetrated her.
Both of the lovers came at once. While she was still enjoying the second orgasm, Nicole begged Will to finish her.
"What?"
"Finish me! Please, Will!"
Will said nothing for a minute to see if Nicole was serious. Pulling a boxing glove on his right hand, Will slugged Nicole on the lower jaw. Her head jerked to the left and fell back slowly. Nicole toppled toward Will, who caught her over his shoulder.
Will checked Nicole's bare ass in the dressing room's full length mirror. Giving both cheeks a slap and a feel, will settled Nicole on one of the cots. A pert, contented smile adorned her face. 

Desiree Learns Early

"Wait a sec, Grace! Wait!'
Desiree was pleading with Grace, the older, taller more muscular woman with a very angry look. "I didn't mean it to happen!"
Grace recently discovered her 23 year old girlfriend had slept with a guy. Grace half expected this to happen, having learned that girls in their twenties were attracted to her because Grace was an authority figure. And any newbie who could find a parental image in a female lover could as easily locate one in a male.
What made Grace feel like a fool, and therefore very angry, was that she introduced them to each other.
"I only care about you, Gracie!" Desiree pleaded as she backed away from Grace, into a living room corner.
Grace reacted with silence to this obvious half truth. Desiree was also in love with Peter, one of the trainers at the Amazonia Boxing Club who taught, along with Grace, Desiree how to box. Grace was not happy to be sharing.
Desiree's pleading took a frightened tone. "Grace, I love you! Don't hurt me, please!"
The older woman felt real satisfaction when Desiree grabbed her right arms with both hands.
"Do you just need a man, Dez? Was that it?"
Desiree gave a quick, silent nod of her head.
"But Little One," Grace went on. "You're all I ever needed!"
"I'm so sorry!" Desiree said contritely.
"I am sorry, too."
WHAP!!!
The knuckles of Graces right fist tagged Desiree's chin perfectly. The skinny girl boxer remained standing, her head lolling from side to side. Smiling stupidly, Desiree sighed like she just fell in love for the first time as her ass slid down the wall, her eyes first glassy and then closed. Desiree was seated, legs out in a wide "V." She was spark out cold.

"All right, let's go!"
Grace easily flipped the unconscious girl over her shoulder and carried her into their bedroom. She dumped Desiree carelessly on the double bed and kissed her cheek.
"Young girls need to learn." Grace commented as she walked out, switching off the light and closing the door behind her.

Steve and Anna

Anna, 42, and Steve, 23, had been a couple for three years. Their match was a good one. Anna loved sex with younger men. Steve had had an inclination to older women since he was 17 and was seduced by a friend of his mother's named Shelly. This was his first taste of love and physical pleasure and he was heartbroken when Shelly end it two months later.

Steve found true love when he met Anna during Mixed Boxing Night at The Clam Sandwich, a club-go go bar in Bloomfield, N.J. Anna was taking on all comers . Steve watched Anna deck two guys before he climbed in the ring with the powerful redhead. By round four, Steve was on the canvas, out cold and dreaming, mostly of the woman who just flattened him. In a month, Steve and Anna were a couple.

When they got an apartment in town, the pair joined the Amazonia Boxing Club, where Steve caught Inga's attention.

Inga, a big chested woman close to Anna's age, had auburn hair from a bottle and had just the right amount of makeup to say "slut" to Steve. She often came on to Steve, often in front of Anna. Inga had total contempt for any woman who had possession of a man she wanted.

Steve always deflected Inga's attention, but the more she flirted, the more he wanted her. Anna had the look of a woman who was, as one of Steve's friends judged, "built for speed." But Inga always boxed in blue jean cutoffs and described to Steve how she beat him senseless in the ring and fuck him stupid in bed. Steve barely contained himself.

Eventually, Inga forced the issue, challenging Anna to a boxing match.

"I just want to fuck you up!" explained Inga, but both women understood the fight was for Steve.

Anna did her best, but Inga was the better fighter. For most of the short match, Steve yelled advice to Anna from her corner, toweling away her sweat and rubbing her shoulders between rounds. Steve was growing increasingly aroused at the beating Inga was giving Anna.

"Knock her fucking out!" Steve repeated to himself as he watch the fight progress.

Inga landed an over hand right knocked Anna out instantly. The koed cougar pivoted sideways and then hit the canvas on her side before rolling over on her back. Anna, eyes shut, barely stirred as Inga counted her out.

His heart pounding, Steve plunged through the ropes and called  Inga a bitch. She didn't hold back. A sudden left hook landed Steve on the canvas next to his deeply unconscious girlfriend. His whole body relaxed into darkness.

Inga had measured out the punches for her two victims. Steve would only be out a few minutes, but Anna had to be gone for at least 30 minutes. Right on schedule, Steve came around and Inga got him to his feet. Then she leaned back in the turnbuckle, clasping the top ropes. Steve kissed Inga and began to take off her shorts and top. Inga pulled down his jeans. They fucked for a half an hour, orgasming twice. As the dazed Steve took a few steps back, Inga pulled her shorts and top back on and slugged Steve a second time. He staggered like bewildered child and then his eyes closed and he hit the canvas a second time, out cold.

Before she left, Inga gave Steve a kiss and wished him good night. She wondered how he was going to explain his nakedness to Anna.