Lady Gwen Part One

Four years into her solo career in crime and Gwen wanted a costume.
"It's the next step, Ethan, honey!" she explained to her partner in crime and love.
Ethan was skeptical. The country was full of super heroines and villainesses clad in skin tight body suits. Gwen wasn't going to stand out. Ethan secretly feared that Gwen would next insist that he wear a matching out fit.
"Just look at the suit I picked out," Gwen implored her boyfriend. "It will change me completely, I'll be different!"
Nodding his head in hopes of ending the discussion, Ethan agreed.
Gwen was transformed when she walked back in the room. Ethan sat staring with unblinking eyes.
"I'm calling myself 'Lady Gwen' from now on!"
Ethan had never seen how perfectly round and tight his lover's ass was before. Her breasts bulged perfectly beneath strong shoulders. Ethan slowly got to his feet and the pair looked at each other before Ethan embraced Gwen in a long forceful kiss.
Then clasping her hands, Ethan pulled her into the bedroom, where they shared another kiss.
"Wait! Wait! Ethan...one thing before we go...
"Yeah!?" Ethan was almost panting.
"I want to pretend..."
"Fine! Pretend what?!"
"I feel like someone else in this costume, like can be a bad girl or a super criminal."
"Okay, fine!" Ethan fired back.
"I want to be in a boxing match with a super hero crime fighter like Power Man or Captain Freedom! I defy him arrogantly, but he takes me on and he takes me! You know?"
"I do...sure!"
Gwen pulled two pairs of boxing gloves from under their bed and the pair quickly fitted them on.
"You might have me trapped in this boxing ring, Power Man, but you won't take me in!"
Ethan gave Gwen his best bedroom eyes. "I think I will, Lady Gwen! You have been a bad girl!"
"No way, Power Man! Even though you are big and strong and could ko me with one punch!"
Ethan recognized the cue. "Yes there is!"
He stepped directly in front of Gwen. Their lips met passionately and his right fist sliced between her raised arms, tagging her chin.
Gwen's eyes went glassy as she stumbled a few steps. Then her eyes closed gently. "Perfect..." she purred at Ethan. Sighing deep from within, she fell back on the bed, bouncing twice, arms at her sides.
Ethan's head and chest pounded. Pulling a digital camera from the desk drawer, he feverishly took pictures of the defeated Lady Gwen.

Ethan was half asleep, face resting on Gwen's naked belly. Gwen, savoring post coital bliss, tenderly nudged Ethan head.
"Hey, honey rod!"
"Wha...?" Ethan drowsed.
"I want to steal something!"
"You what?"
The balance of physical satisfaction and mental contentment was perfect in Ethan. He didn't want to move.
"I've got some money in my wallet, steal that okay Gwen?"
"No, stupid! I do that already!" Gwen laughed like a giddy school girl. "Let's break into some body's house and steal their valuables!"
"I can't think of any off hand..."
"I know where!" Gwen leaped off the bed, dropping Ethan's head on the mattress. "Let's go, come on!"
Ethan groaned pitifully and slid off the bed. 

After some searching, the couple found the unguarded summer home of the wealthy Reyard family.Ethan disarmed the security system. Gwen went to work on cracking the wall safe in the Reyard family library.
This was their first heist with Gwen in her new outfit. Ethan's complete attention was on the way she filled out the red and white costume. He wanted to clean out the safe and get home as quickly as possible.
"Gwen, are you almost done?"
"When we're on a job you have to call me 'Lady Gwen' from now on!"
"Fine...Lady Gwen. I want to get6 you back home."
Gwen smiled inwardly at the new passion fired in her lover by the costume. "I know, hold on!"
"I'll try!"
Ethan suddenly felt the room tilt. His body went numb and he smiled for no reason he couldd think of. He inhaled a strong sweet smell that drifted over his shoulder and he toppled forward and downward.
His face smacked against Gwen's buttocks, inspiring him to want to make love to Gwen and then kiss her naked ass. Then the lights were out in his head. Ethan had just been gassed asleep.

Chris Meets Denise Again

While the pain of the knock out was gone the next day, I couldn't stop thinking about being in the ring with Denise.Getting koed by a female is different. There is a potent sexual factor to her triumph. I was supine and unconscious at Denise's feet and remembering it got me excited. Denise had done all her nature required. Now it was my turn.

Denise was topless for our wrestling match, threatening to use her breasts to smoother me out.
"I've done it plenty of times before," she added. We were circling each like two felines preparing to mate, a comparison I enjoyed. Our hands grabbed each other's bodies.
"They could give a guy a concussion!" I said, lurching suddenly, gripping Denise's right arm. Not expecting a direct lunge, she was easily flipped over my shoulder, sprawling her long slim body on the canvas.
"You asshole!!" The feeling of insult was genuine in Denise's voice..and easily ignored. I pulled her to her feet and flung her into the ropes. I extended my arm vertically. Denise stumbled into it and I jerked my elbow upward, smacking her jaw.
For a few highly comic moments, Denise swayed in a circle, grinning, her arms grabbing the air.
"Hey!....Chris?...Big!" she garbled before the glassiness faded from her eyes. Suddenly leaping back into the ropes, Denise collided with me. We both crashed to the canvas, the tall blond grasping my wrists and deftly pinning my ankles with her feet.
"I knocked you out once, I'll do it again, Chris!"
Denise pressed a kiss on my lips and slugged my jaw.
I didn't go to sleep, but I felt just like it. When my vision went from black to clear, I was standing again, with Denise laughing at me. Then she did an exaggerated imitation of how I must have looked staggering to my feet in a semiconscious daze.
"Denise?" I asked softly.
"Yeah, sweetheart?"
WHAP!
Eyes rolled up and jaw limp, Denise was out on her feet. But we weren't finished yet.
I could have just socked her again, Denise was completely exposed, floating on Cloud Nine. Instead I got the small bucket of cold water from my corner and splashed its contents in Denise's face. Gasping in shock, Denise blinked wildly. "Hey, where am...?!"
I stepped behind her and applied the sleeper hold.
Denise gagged and grunted "Hey! Hey!" a few times as her hands pulled at my arms clinched around her throat.
"What the hell are you doing?!" a muted voice asked me.
"Putting you to sleep!" I whispered in Denise's ear. "Sweet dreams!"
Fist struck my arms a few moments longer, but I could hear Denise's breathing become shallow. Her knees went rubbery. I eased Denise into a sitting position and slightly tightened the hold. Her body jerked and went limp against me.
"I'm...I..." mumbled Denise in a diminishing voice.
"Going unconscious? Is that what you're saying?" Denise's arms dropped next to my legs. I leaned forward and saw her eyes were just slits. She probably wasn't seeing anything in any case!
Denise sighed and went to sleep in my arms.
I slipped her gently onto the canvas. The buxom blond was pretty attractive prone on her back, tits up and lights out!
After giving her a ten count, I kissed her lips and affectionately fondled her breasts. A tenderness for for Denise came over me. I waited a few minutes for her to wake up.
 When I tried to help her to her feet, Denise shoved me away, cursing me abruptly. She collected her senses in her corner, glared at me angrily and left the ring.

Chris Meets Denise

One at a time, Denise took on each man at the Amazonia Boxing Club. That didn't take long. The membership ratio was 80 percent female to 20 percent male. She slept with a few of her victims, either before or after their fights, Denise had to box irate wives and girlfriends. She laid them out, also.
At the time, I didn't have to worry about that. It would still be a few months before I met Christina and even longer before we established our current domestic arrangement. I just waited my turn to duke it out with the tall blond drink of water and then did my best to get laid.
Denis was a fake blond, but the pile of bleach-white hair went perfectly with her long legs and enhanced tits and I dismissed the Barbie doll jokes made by guys who had not fucked or fought her yet.
"It's your turn, Chris!" Denise informed me one afternoon in the Amazonia parking lot. "I want to fuck you up this Friday!"
She flashed her toothy smile, displaying what a large mouth she had. I nearly suggested Denise try kneeling down, but ditched the idea. A woman as dedicated as Denise was to subjugating every man she encountered should not be toyed with.
"Whenever you're ready, girl!" I answered.
"Great!" Then Denise paused, appearing to come to a conclusion. "Let's do this differently."
"How?" I asked.
"Let's box and then wrestle, both to a knock out!"
I agreed, I wanted the close contact of both forms of combat with Denise, especially wrestling that I hoped would lead to other things. And Denise wanted both our bouts to be private.

Every guy who battles a woman in the ring thinks he will win, either by a knock down or a knock out. That belief is a mistake. When Denise climbed through the ropes, flashing that smile, dressed in nothing but her boxing gloves and white panties, I felt destined to knock her out.
We went over the rules and touched gloves. Denise slugged me hard on the chin.
I landed on my ass, dazed momentarily. I glanced up to see Denise laughing at me. Her tits were round, I thought, and smooth, just the way I like them And she knew it.
"You okay, Chris?"
"Fine."
We circled each other, flicking punches with increasing force. Twice I planted Denise on the canvas in two rounds. She felt so easy to put down, once you get a punch on her. Both times she was on her feet before I could count her past "six," her laugh telling me:"You want to fuck me so bad, don't you!?"
The knock out came with no warning in the fourth round. Denise hammered the side of my head with a right, sending me down and into her rising left. I was stopped for a second to see the stars the second punch generated and then continued to fall. I came to rest on a turnbuckle. A right cross smacked me hard. Darkness bled into my eyes and Denise was kneeling in front of me.
"Anything, Chris?" she asked me. I didn't understand the question. Gently, her tits slapped back and forth on my face. I wanted to kiss them, but I could not move.
"Okay, Chris..."
"Wha....?"
BAM!
I woke five minutes later in the middle of the ring. Tilting my head up slowly, I saw Denise pulling my trunks off my legs and throwing them over her shoulder. Playing with my erection, she lay beside me, encouraging my return from dreamland. When I was sufficiently conscious, Denise gave me a long kiss. Pulling her panties down, she climbed on top of me with determined grace. We fucked for two hours on the canvas. Denise loved being on top.
When she was completely sated, Denise put her panties back on and retrieved her boxing gloves. "Next week we wrestle. Rest up, Chris!"
I watched her cute ass as Denise carelessly strutted to her corner and exited the boxing ring. 

Friday Night Knockout

Lena did boxing matches with men who wanted to fight women. Stan knew Lena and what she did for awhile before setting up an appointment. Many clients were like that. They saw Lena as such a strong erotic possibility they hesitated to make it actual. But she had faith that Stan would eventually have a session with her.
They met at a small, three room office Lena rented in a strip mall outside of town. Stan brought cash, his boxing gloves and trunks, all as Lena ordered him.
"I know what to wear for you," she said, looking Stan over. They stood in the largest of the three rooms, floor covered wall to wall with thick, blue wrestling mats. A first aid kit hung on the wall.
Lena felt safe with Stan. She liked him at their first meeting and took only basic precautions with him while they talked before the match. Some men who boxed women were aggressive, but most were timid and often needed a nudge to start the session. From the adorning way he looked at her chest and thighs, Lena knew Stan was category two.
From the dressing room, Lena emerged naked except for the black boxing gloves. Stan was paralyzed, except for his growing smile.
"Now don't get all excited, Stan!" Lena warned as swayed in his direction, keeping her gloves over her pussy. "Even though that's impossible right now."
Stan was overwhelmed as he began kissing first Lena's ample breasts and then her thick red lips. "Feel them good, Stan!" purred Lena in his ear. "I want you to have something to dream about!"
Stan barely grunted a response.
WHAP!
Lena's right hooked on Stan's chin, popping his head to the ceiling. The room washed away around him, like water down a drain. Stan's impact scattered some of the mats.
Lena counted ten over the unconscious man, giving him a long kiss after declaring him "Out!"
which he clearly was. Giggly with girlish excitement, Lena carried Stan over her shoulder to the dressing room. Laying him on the double bed, she stripped off his cloths and left him to sleep off the knockout.
Stan and Lena fucked for three hours after he came around.

"Why don't you come to my place this Friday night?" Lena asked as the couple rested in each other's arms. Stan had a bruise on his chin. "A few of my girl friends are coming over to watch me clobber a male opponent . I'd like it to be you, Stan?"
"How many friends?"
"Five or six or ten. They're nice girls, friendly like me. And like me, they want to see you get knocked out cold!"
"Has anyone ever koed you?"
"Twice.  They fought fair, so I accepted it." Lena searched her lover's eyes. "It's just that I don't fight fair."
"Sounds great! what do you mean by not fighting fair?"
"I get you aroused and worked up and then lay you out."
"Yeah?!" Stan leaned forward to kiss Lena.
"Yeah."
BAP!
The bare knuckle right to Stan's extended jaw created an instant knockout. Stan woke on his own bed. The message on his cell phone was from Lena, leaving her address and the time of the Friday fight.

The audience of five women, all looking the same age as Lena, were waiting when Stan walked out from behind the curtain hung on the left side of Lena's basement. As he walked into the ring, the women whistled and hooted. Stan waved back, slightly self conscious, but pleased with the reception. A tall blond named Andrea strutted to the ropes.
"We paid good money for this, lover boy! You better get knocked out!"
"What if I knock Lena out instead?"
"Better not!" the blond insisted.
"I think I will!" Stan liked flirting with this amazon.
"Then you'll deal with me!"
"And I'll pop you into dreamland next!"
"I doubt that, Stan!"
Stan turned around to see the source of the last remark, which was Lena. She appeared in her corner, topless and wearing tight, skimpy shorts and the same boxing gloves from her first date with Stan. "You ready for a show, ladies?!"
The women screamed and cheered their answer.  "You ready, Stan?"
Lena asked her question with soft intimacy, pressing her tits against his bare chest. They kissed and only half seriously, Lena pushed him away.
The fighters stood in their corners until Andrea rang the bell for round one.
As they circled each other, Stan tried to stay clear of Lena, having experienced the effectiveness of her punches. But he had to get close and exchange blows, the desire to box a woman, never satisfied, flared again.
Stan hammered three blows, smacking both sides of Lena's face and pummeled her right breast.
A shocked smile curved Lena's lips. "Sam! I didn't think you would..."
BAM!
The upper cut lifted Sam in the air and landed him on the canvas. He was more surprised than injured. That bitch is quick! he told himself as he regained his footing.
"You can really punch, boy!" Lena said. "But you can't fight! I'm knocking you out!"
Another cheer from the spectators went up as the fighters opened up on each other. The "SMACK" of leather hitting bare skin increased until a lucky right from Stan tagged Lena's jaw.
The big chested beauty's head spun in bewilderment and there were stars in her eyes. Stan didn't give her a moment to collect her senses.
BAP! BAM! WAP!
A headshot, followed by a blow to the midsection and then a left hook on her jaw sent Lena to edge of consciousness. She passively watched Stan's right fist retract over his shoulder.
BAM!
Andrea pushed Stan to his corner and began a slow count over Lena. Lena was on her back, arms at her sides, her features relaxed and her lips in a pursed smile, all signalling a total knockout. Inside her skull, multi colored stars popped in the darkness, filling Lena with pleasure. Light flooded the blackness and Andrea was calling Lena's name.
"Did,,,Stan,,,knock,,,me,,out...."
"Out cold! The bell saved you at seven."
Lena stared at her lover across the ring, reorganizing her senses until the second round began. As she lurched at Stan, Lena told Andrea: "I'm going to fuck him so hard!"
Their next round was a close dance. Having put Lena to sleep with his fists, Stan wanted to go on hitting her. Lena simply wanted to knock him out for the count. Maybe longer. Her determination won out.
Stan's mental fever made him a sloppy boxer. many of his shots missed their target, leaving holes for Lena throw devastating head and body shots.
A hard left knocked Stan silly. Lena slugged his head now, having greatly weakened the body. His head rocking side to side with each impact, Stan felt his body giving way while the screams of the viewers got dim.
For a few more moments, the dance continued. They were coupled to each other like intimate lovers, Lena was the focused, aggressive yang, while Stan was a barely awake yin, passive and yielding.
The knockout punch hit the button of Stan's chin, shutting down her conscious brain. Stan wasn't down for a cat nap like Lena had been. Her finishing punch was the hardest shot of the entire bout. Stan was inert on the canvas, a woody plainly visible in his trunks.
After the ten count, Lena and Andrea dragged Stan to the corner and propped him against the turnbuckle. Starting with the victrix, each woman knelt beside Stan and had her picture taken giving him a kiss while she played with his boner. Lena mockingly pressed her gloved fist to Stan's chin while masturbated him with other hand.

Stan and Lena spent the weekend together. Lena fulfilled her promise to Andrea at the start of round two.  

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.