Veronica

For the first time Veronica Mitchell wanted to have sex with a young man before flattening him in a boxing match. When she saw Dave, a sharp thrill pierced Veronica. She talked to him for awhile at the gym and decided that, as much as she liked the young school teacher, she would follow her standard procedure: boxing victory first, then get laid.
Dave wanted to fight the 45 year old, red haired divorcee maybe more than he wanted to fuck her and Dave was aching to have sex with Veronica. She read both desires in Dave from the way he looked at her 36DD chest and powerful gams. Younger women would waste time leading on a boy who displayed that much yearning, but Veronica had learned the benefits that appreciating male horiness provided.

In the ring Veronica wore a tight, white athletic bra and dark blue foxy boxing trunks, intended to distract Dave. Walking languidly toward her opponent, who stood in the center of the ring, Veronica knew her ploy worked completely. Dave's blue eyes were fixed yearningly on her body and his boxing gloves, crossed self-consciously in front of his trunks, clearly shielded an erection.
"Hi Dave," Veronica purred, her eyes sharpening on him. "You know the rules, I assume?"
Veronica shifted her hips to provide Dave a fuller view of her bare legs.
"We box to a knockout," Dave answered absently. Veronica spoke with a sweet, mocking surprise: "Good boy...."
The pair were close enough to embrace, Veronica's rigid nipples brushing back and forth gently on Dave's shirtless chest. A kiss consumed them for a moment. Veronica felt fingers slip under the waistband of her trunks and glide caressingly down to her pussy.
Veronica's mouth fell open quietly as Dave stroked her vagina, until he found her clit.
"Dave...oh...you...ca..n't..."
Pleasure soared through her body.
BAP!!
Veronica's right fist impacted Dave's chin. He let out a sharp "Uuuufff!"
Multi-colored stars were dancing in Dave's eyes when Veronica called his name. He was seated in his corner where an affectionate Veronica was lacing up his boxing gloves.
"Trying to tire me out, honey stick?" Veronica asked as Dave wondered aloud what had happened. "Give Veronica a few orgasms so her timing will be off in the ring?"
Dave shook his vision clear. Clutching the ropes, he pulled himself up. "I'm ready!" he declared with slight unsteadiness.
"From the moment you saw me, Dave," Veronica said, strutting back to her corner.

When the buzzer screeched, Veronica strode out at Dave intently, the elbow of her right arm arching back.
Dave saw Veronica's face, beautiful and intent...
BAM!!!
Dave landed on on his back, stretched out on the canvas before Veronica. She looked adoringly at the slumbering young man who smiled at the erotic dreams flickering in his brain.

Dave spent the weekend after their short bout at Veronica's summer house, a prize from her divorce. They fucked until Veronica passed into satisfied slumber and Dave into exhausted contentment, his face resting between Veronica's yielding breasts.
Dave dreamt he was a mountain lion. He had just finished mating with an older she cat. As he rose to leave the conjugal cave, the she cat roared her objection. Dave asserted his freedom. The cries filled the wilderness until the she-cat felt a cold panic when Dave turned to leave. She slapped her paw down on Dave's tail.
When he turned back, the she-cat's fore paw smacked the male's jaw. The lights went out in his head and he flopped on his side unconscious.
As she had done to so many of her baby cubs, the she-cat maternally clasped the scruff of Dave's neck with her jaws and gently hauled him into the cave. He would give her many cubs.

Dave waited a few months before he fought Veronica again. He knew she would begin taking him for granted at some point. In the meantime, Veronica was fucking him so hard he was often to drained to speak. A few of the gym's twenty-something girls, that hated Veronica as a boyfriend poacher, came on to Dave, giving him easy access to blonds that would have been more trouble to bed down otherwise. And Dave finally admitted to himself that he was growing to like Veronica as more than a "fuck buddy," as he often heard other guys in the gym talk about their flings.
"Want to try again?" Veronica said as they touched gloves.
"I do," Dave said with an assurance of a groom at the altar that left Veronica uneasy. But when she looked at his cock, she got a thrilling rush that almost made her dizzy. He likes pussy too much, Veronica decided to herself as she felt a nudge at her shoulder.
When she turned, Dave's fist pounded her jaw.
Veronica staggered against the ropes, the the entire gym bouncing in thousands of directions at once. Dave's follow up right hook put Veronica on the canvas. Her eyes opened and closed rapidly as she felt that thrilling rush very briefly. Then her body relaxed and she was out cold against the ropes.
Dave counted her out and lifted Veronica in his arms. The unconscious cougar let out a soft purr and her face nestled on Dave's shoulder.

Miki's Rival

Ron felt a little nervous looking at Natalie standing in the corner of the ring opposite him. Miki rubbed his shoulders affectionately and assured Ron that he was going to knock the girl out with no effort. His female challenger, silently waiting for Miki to finish so the match could begin, allowed a coy smile to curl her red lips.
One week earlier, Ron and Natalie had met at a party. Both were already drunk and quickly got to sex, first in the host's spare bedroom and then overnight in Natalie's apartment. Two days later at the gym, Natalie thanked Ron for a great night of love making and challenged him to a bout. Miki didn't know about her boyfriend's cheating and Ron prayed Natalie would shut up about the matter.
"You two ready?" Miki asked, smacking Ron's bare back.
The combatants stepped forward, touching gloves in the center of the ring.
"What's this about Natalie?" Ron asked her in a low voice. The pair circled each other, eyes fixed on each other's movements.
"I like knocking out the men I fuck!" Natalie explained, widening her smile. "The more they pleased me the harder I hit them! And I plan on beating you senseless in front of your girlfriend."
Ron tagged her gut immediately. Natalie groaned without crouching and slugged Ron on the chin with a straight right.
Ron was seated on the canvas when he heard Natalie's laughter. Miki telling him to get up was mixed in with Natalie and the sound of bells. Ron pulled himself up and went at Natalie again.
For two minutes, leather flew between the couple. Ron worked Natalie's body, hoping to wear her down. The girl seemed to absorb all Ron threw at her. The moment one of his jabs missed her head, Natalie landed a pummeling 1-2 combination to Ron's chin.
WHAP!
POW!
The inside of Ron's skull rattled and suddenly it was silent in the ring. Ron lifted his right glove and began to paw Natalie's breasts lovingly, wondering when she was going to finish him off.
"Ron, who's your mama?"
Ron's befuddled brain jumbled the boxing reality with the memory of fucking Natalie. "You're my mama....."
"That's right!"
Natalie tilted Ron's drooping chin upright. His eyes were glassy and unfocused.
Ignoring Miki's curses, Natalie gave her opponent a long, very sexual kiss and fondled his bulging erection.
"Sweet dreams, Ron!"
The punch shot up between the faces of the two fighters and bashed Ron's chin. For a few seconds Ron swayed on his heels, listening to the chirping of the birds in his ears. Then he tumbled to the canvas flat on his back, his erection making a circus tent in his trunks.
Even as Natalie began the count, Miki leaped through the ropes to her boyfriend. This was the first time she'd seen Ron knocked out.
"Did you get off on that bitch?!" Miki yelled as she checked Ron.
"Hell, yeah!" Natalie answered, looking Miki over. Ron's loving punching bag was the nickname for Miki, Natalie recalled. All upset with him, too. How sweet.
Natalie continued. "I'm sorry, I've got this thing, I have to beat up the guys I've fucked!"
Miki fixed a vicious stare at her rival and then glanced back at Ron. The unconscious boxer gave Miki a sleepy and contented smile.
"He's dreaming about our time together," added Natalie.
"When?" Miki snarled.
Natalie let out a contemptuous laugh. "What are you, a masochist? We were at a party thrown by Max and Keisha!"
"He said he went to his sister's!"
Miki's voice was equal parts confused and enraged.
"Ron lied? Really? Me and Prince Valiant here got to talking and I liked his...his...build...I don't need to explain the rest?"
"No!" Miki let Ron drop from her hands. He hit the canvas with a loud "THUD." "You don't!"
Mike took two swings at Natalie which she dodged gracefully and shoved Miki. Miki tripped over Ron and hit the canvas squarely on her ass.
"No wonder Ron fucks around!" concluded Natalie, scornfully.
Miki cursed in Mandarin as she rose to her feet, rubbing her sore ass cheeks.
The two women traded punches quickly. Natalie shoved Miki a second time and before the confused girl could defend herself, Natalie pasted her with a cracking right to the jaw.
Reality accordioned and shimmered for Miki. She wanted to call Natalie a whore again, but the energy drained from her. Miki's body relaxed, knees buckling as she pitched forward.
Natalie thought the knocked out lovers looked very cute sprawled on the canvas next to each other. Miki's body writhed briefly as an orgasm shook her body.
Natalie laughed to herself.
Removing her boxing gloves, Natalie pulled down Ron's trunks, exposing his purple hard on. She worked the erection until Ron ejaculated.
In her profound knock out, Miki saw brilliant stars and exploding fireworks showered everywhere. "These Dreams" by Heart echoed in Miki's brain.

Kidnap

Sonia's fetish was to be abducted in public. Neil, her boyfriend, always let Sonia wander from store to store so she would never be sure when he'd strike.
The couple had played "Kidnap" a few of times before; Neil always sprung the snatch as a surprise. Afterward they'd have incredible sex because Sonia loved most the role of victim and Neil the attacker.
Sonia's back was to her stalker, a glossy fashion magazine open in her delicate hands. Neil saw she'd put on the black, calf length black suede boots and tight blue jeans that curved to her long legs and sculpted buttocks. Sonia had worn them a year ago when they first met. Curly shoulder length strawberry blond hair fell across her back as it did that day, also.
Before they commenced that afternoon's game of Kidnap, Neil told Sonia to expect anything.
Their first game ended when Neil slipped behind Sonia in a deserted ladies room. All Sonia remembered was the mirror image of Neil raising the sap behind her head. Then lightening struck. The floor slipped from under Sonia's feet and she collapsed into a deep well of blackness.
Neil carried the unconscious girl out the back of the department store and to their car, where he drove them home.
The second time Neil slipped behind the the counter of the coffee shop Sonia had entered and dosed her coffee with sodium pentothal. Neil watched with gratification as Sonia appeared to become unsteady, touching her finger to her swimming head. Finally the girl's eyelids were too heavy. Sonia beamed passively and slumped head first on the table.
Neil draped one of Sonia's languid arms over his shoulder and walked his sleeping beauty out of the cafe, his right arm securely (and lovingly) around her waist. On the drive home, Neil questioned Sonia on her sex life before they met.
Moving soundlessly up the aisle next to his victim, Neil tried to decide if he should use the sap or a judo chop to take out Sonia this time.
Sonia admitted a few days after the first session of Kidnap that the blow from the sap stung for a few seconds, but the deep unconsciousness she dropped into felt rapturous.
But Neil also knew a correctly placed judo chop would make his lover see stars, a vision he hadn't given her yet.
Moving toward her, Neil wanted to grab Sonia's ass before bestowing the knock out. Seeing Sonia leap and squeal in surprise always reved Neil up.
Instead he clasped Sonia's elegant shoulder and turned her to him. Sonia let out breathy gasp...
WHAP!!!
The straight right staggered Sonia, whose eyes widened even as darkness surged over her. The magazine tumbled on the floor, revealing a seductive blond in silk lingerie flat on a bed, her eyes closed and her head turned in post coital bliss.
The falling girl landed across Neil's shoulder. He shifted her for balance and walked out to their car in the large parking lot.
Setting her down in in the front passenger seat, Neil clicked on her seat belt and kissed Sonia's smooth cherry lips. A soft murmur poured like syrup from the girl.
She'll be coming around soon enough, Neil thought as he started the car. Better get her to bed!

No More

The deep purple crescent bruise under Desiree's right eye took more than a week to fade. The fight had gone six rounds and by its conclusion, had gotten pretty rough.
Alicia knew two things about Desiree as a fighter even before they stepped into the ring.
First, Desiree was easily excited (and then exhausted) when provoked by a female opponent she found attractive. Alicia wore tight, high cut trunks and a clingy top for their match, pressing Desiree into skintight clinches whenever possible.
And second, the result of all the over excitement was Desiree's inability to guard her head.
Alicia gave her adversary the black eye at the end of the fourth round, and kept up the assault for the next, flooring the weakened girl three times before putting Desiree to sleep with a pounding right hook to the jaw.
For the five minutes she slumbered, Desiree heard the voice of Peter, her trainer-boyfriend, and saw his handsome face and naked body as they made love. Vivid pleasure pulsed in Desiree's body, distorting her lover's voice as it dripped in her ears and transformed into honey. Buxom women with scorching red eyes joined Peter in thrusting into the unconscious girl. They kissed Desiree's thighs, caressed her breasts and licked her pussy.
When Desiree's eyes opened, she saw Peter and Emma the Ref leaning over her.
"Ouuuuhhhh..." Desiree mumbled, her vision focusing as her face started to throb. "Peter....don't stop!"

For the two weeks Desiree was missing from the Amazonia Boxing Club, she rested at home. She took medical leave from the accounting firm she worked at and read Claire Morgan's detective novels. The only interruptions were check-up calls from Peter, a trainer at the Amazonia.
She and Peter and become lovers soon after Desiree joined the Amazonia, desperate to learn how to box. She had a girlfriend, another fight trainer named Grace. Grace manipulated her lover into a bout she was unready for and had the joy of watching Desiree beaten senseless. The pair split soon after and though many women took Grace's place, Desiree's emotional bond to Peter strengthened. A few weeks after Grace vanished, student and trainer moved in together.

Akeisha joined the Amazonia from Blake Mitchell University. The school's budget problems caused the cancellation of the women's boxing program. The soon to graduate senior wanted to continue her boxing training and was assigned to Peter during the first week of Desiree's recuperation.
Building on Akeisha's considerable talent and trainging, instruction proceeded quickly, a pleasant surprise for Peter. The pretty black girl moved like liquid mercury during a match, her defenses always up, deploying punches and jabs with smooth determination. Peter studied her thighs and biceps as they flexed when Akeisha sparred or worked the heavy bag and remembered that Desiree possessed am identical physical intensity. Akeisha was built bigger than his girlfriend, which Peter found enticing.

Desiree was confused when she discovered Peter's infidelity.
The realization took a long time because the older man's physical eagerness for "his Dez," as Peter called her, never waned. Desiree would often glance at Peter, her bedroom eyes flaring. For a second Peter gazed at Desiree's black eye and grabbed the small girl lustily, kissing her warmly as he carried her into their bedroom. When they made love, Peter pretended the black eye was a gift to Desiree.
Desiree told herself Peter's affair would end quickly. When it didn't, she confronted Peter with the evidence: two hotel stays on the credit card bill and multiple rumors in the women's locker room.
Peter confessed immediately.
"I still love you Dez," he added, shamefully. "You know that!"
Desiree did know that. She also knew part of Peter's love for her was because she was the first women he'd been with since cancer had taken his wife.
"You do, don't you," was her pensive reply. Desiree mentally catalogued all the women she'd fucked since Grace left. Against those lust-fueled couplings she stacked Akeisha who Peter didn't love, but saw as desirable because Akeisha was a natural fighter like herself, in need of the same guidance that Peter had given Desiree.

The Saturday after her return to the Amazonia, Desiree waited for Peter to go to lunch with his friend's Wes and Katie, leaving Akeisha defenseless.
"We need to talk!" she said to Akeisha as her rival worked a speed bag. Desiree's voice was intent and emotionless. Akeisha turned carelessly to Desiree; knowing her reputation for impulsive behavior, Akeisha felt this was coming from her first night with Peter.
"What's up....Desiree, right?"
"You're fucking Peter!"
Akeisha looked at the smaller girl calmly, knowing the accusation was meant as a provocation.
"End it!" Desiree ordered.
"No," Akeisha replied, calmly removing her knuckle dusters, keeping her eyes on Desiree. "I like Peter. He's a good trainer and a good man. He's patient, he's certainly loved you all this time."
"Peter's spreading it where it shouldn't be!"
"Unlike you? Some girls call you lesbian peanut butter!"
"Outside!" Desiree barked.
Akeisha smiled at striking her rival's tender spot. Both girls walked into the alley way between the gym and Zappitelli's Italian Restaurant.
The pair traded insults as they circled each other, fists at their chins. Desiree faked at Akeisha's mid section and hooked a right to the chin. Akeisha's head rolled sideways and bounced back. Akeisha was unfazed by the punch.
The black girl fired back, connecting a left to Desiree's face, followed by right slipped between the shorter fighter's parted arms. Desiree cringed, but fired back
her own left-right combination to Akeisha's head.
Stepping into Keisha's downward spiral, Desiree slugged her hard in the gut.
A hot pain ripped into Akeisha. "Skinny whore!" she growled at Desiree. retreating, Akeisha straightened up and pitched two shots at Desiree, who ducked them and planted a right upper cut on Akeisha's chin.
The girl stumbled onto her ass, stretching out her arms to catch hold of the invisible ropes. Akeisha blinked twice, staring up in confusion at Desiree. After shaking her ehad clear, Akeisha stood quickly.
Barely moving from where they stood, both women began hammering each other. Akeisha threw the ten pounds she had on Desiree into every blow. Desiree was beginning to feel battered, the punches she was receiving grew faster and harder. A stinging upper cut put Desiree into the unyielding brick wall of the restaurant. The dazed girl felt her jaw fly sideways from the left hook and followed. She sagged, her legs beginning to buckle as she "oooohhh"ed in pain.
Akeisha blasted Desiree's mid section with right-left hits.
"Stop it!"
Peter was running down the alley, reaching to grab Akeisha's elbow as she cocked her arm back. He felt his body go cold as Akeisha's fist shot forward and impacted Desiree's jaw. The smaller girl sank to the group, completely unconscious.
Peter shoved Akeisha out of his way as he ran to his girlfriend.
"I knocked your Desiree out!" Akeisha announced. Peter sat the limp girl up, calling her name. He swiftly checked her pulse and then cracked her eyelids. Whites showed.
"Come on Desiree!" The panic in Peter's imploring surprised Akeisha. "I put that bitch to bed! Tell me what to do with my private life!"
Desiree moaned deeply and Peter began calling her name a second time, much louder. "Please, Dez, it's over....I swear!'
Akeisha was going to speak again, but stopped as she began to say "Peter..."
Aching disappointment speared through her.
"Christ Peter, why did you bother....get her out the ring, stop her fighting!" Akeisha shouted. "Look, this should be a lesson to you, Desiree isn't a good fighter. Get her pregnant, marry her, whatever, but get this whelp of the boxing ring!"
Peter heard every word Akeisha said, but stared at Desiree as she stirred, her lips moving.
"No.....mhore...." Desiree could still feel Akeisha's fists hitting her. She eased fully back into Peter's supporting arms. "Sta...pit....no...mhore...."
Akeisha turned away, saying she'd call an ambulance.
"No more, Dez, its over," Peter said. "I've got you now..."
Desiree's eyes opened completely and she looked blankly at Peter. The memory of who this man, who cradled her, was slowly seeping back into her head. In a minute she'd recall in detail why he was speaking so tenderly to her, but for now Desiree decided to rest.

Sabrina

Greg's biggest flaw was being a breast man. He had concluded that a C cup was an entrance requirement for females enrolling at the Justice League of America Academy. Avenger Girl, Power Princess, Lady Puma, Atomic Girl...all graduates with well endowed chests.
Super heroines and female crime fighters were the reason Greg joined the Amazonia Boxing Club. Almost all the city's female justice fighters, as they called themselves, worked out there.
Greg had been one of five guys who took on Drusila, Wonder Woman's younger sister, in his first week at the Amazonia. At the start of their third round, Greg absently took in Drusila's ample breasts jiggle as she threw a combo at him and got knocked out. When he woke in the recovery room, Greg asked Emma the Ref if she wanted to go make out now that the junior prom was over
He learned that super heroines were just as kinky as women in the civilian population. Lady Puma challenged Greg to a private wrestling match. After a long struggle, Greg maneuvered the Nordic blond into a sleeper hold.
Lady Puma, who had smashed so many of the city's drug, gambling and prostitution rings, found being subdued and put to sleep very pleasurable. She relished being imprisoned in the iron bands of Greg's arms, relaxing into unconsciousness as an orgasm wrenched her body. For a year after their match, Greg and Lady Puma were lovers. After the relationship ended, Lady Puma would still call Greg for a one-nighter, especially after defeating male criminals in front of a cheering crowd and recording television cameras.
The introduction to Sabrina, known as The Silver Vixen, was brief. instead of her clingy crime fighting uniform, Silver Vixen wore an orange-red top and shorts. Sabrina rapidly punched and kicked a heavy bag that jerked back and forth in front of her.
"Ms. Fox? Hey..." Greg was using his "thrilled to meet a super heroine" voice, that more often than not worked on a subject. "You have great technique and coordination!"
Sabrina peered up at Greg, her narrowed eyes piercing him like those of her namesake. Greg felt her foot smack him in the head. There was a white flash and the lights in Greg's brain went out instantly. Greg lay on the wrestling mats that broke his fall. Sabrina the Silver Vixen went back to her work out.

"Not exactly starving for male attention," admitted Greg as he adjusted the ice pack Emma the Ref had placed on the bruise where Sabrina had kicked him. Greg lay sore and spent on the a bed in the club's recovery room.
"Probably heard about you," Emma declared. "Heard you go for crime fighter chicks and didn't want to be another notch on your bed post."
"That's funny...ohhhh...Emma!" Greg winced from the ice pack rubbing his bruise. "How am I going to nail this girl?!"
Emma rolled her eyes at Greg's total lack of subtlety. She quietly thanked heaven for her settled relationship with Wes and Katie. "Wes told me you defeated Lady Puma in the wrestling ring and she couldn't stop fucking you for months after, right?"
Greg smiled at the resurrected memory. "Yeah...."
"So try it with Silver Vixen," Emma suggested. "All the super heroine crime fighters have to act fierce and independent so the public will take them seriously. But deep inside, they're as insecure and unhappy as everyone else. I bet Silver Vixen is dying for a man."
Emma never realized she had so many cliches at her command, but Greg's forlorn condition appealed to the caring, maternal aspects of her nature.
"She kicked me in the head!"
"Just try it!"

Sabrina the Silver Vixen waited in the corner farthest from Greg as he stepped through the ropes. To his pleasant surprise, she wore her tight yellow and brown body suit, minus her whiskered eye mask.
As always, Greg was distracted by Silver Vixen's chest, large portions of which were displayed by the "V" cut in the front of her outfit.
"I'm not apologizing for kicking you." Silver Vixen asserted.
"I wasn't expecting one," Greg answered, moving at Silver Vixen warily. She extended her arms, hands ready to grasp the man in front of her. Greg swung his arms slowly before Sabrina, taunting her to catch them.
Sabrina clasped his wrists and tugged hard, flinging him into the ropes. As he stumbled forward, very confused, Greg felt Silver Vixen's fist plunge into his mid section, elicting a loud "OOOFFF!!"
instantly Silver Vixen jerked her arm into Greg's chin, pitching him backward. She swiftly placed her foot behind Greg's Achilles tendon, sending him to the canvas, arms flailing wildly.
Bending her extended elbow, Silver Vixen drove the point into Greg's stomach, producing another screech of pain.
"We had to do this a second time, Greg!"
Again Silver Vixen dropped next to the gasping Greg, battering him with her leg.
Greg comically doubled up into a "V" and Silver Vixen slugged him in the jaw, hoping he'd be knocked out a second time.
Greg flipped over, landing on his face. He struggled to organise his rattling brain and reality focused just as Silver Vixen's bare foot shot down at his thigh. Greg whirled out of the way and then spun his body back, his hands catching hold of Silver Vixen's ankle. Giving one sharp tug, Greg sent Sabrina to the cavass, painfully landing her on her ass.
Silver Vixen squealed loudly when Greg grabbed her lower leg and pulled the girl to him. Lurching forward as he got to his feet, Greg threw himself behind the confused female crime fighter and clamped a sleeper hold around her neck.
"Get off me!" blurted Sabrina. "What are you trying to do, creep?"
"Help you to sleep, Silver Vixen!" Greg answered, trying to sound like one of the evil masterminds Silver Vixen regularly defeated on the news programs. He pulled his arms tighter, ignoring Sabrina's fingers tearing at his biceps.
Silver Vixen's breathing became louder and slower.
"Nooooo.....noooo...." Silver Vixen spluttered as she felt lightness creep over her. "Gonn...ah...de...des...oy...u..."
The urge to sleep squeezed harder than Greg's limbs. Silver Vixen breathed shallow gulps. The ring became dark and Greg's voice lower until she comprehended nothing. Greg jerked at her neck and Sabrina went completely to sleep.
Greg settled her on the canvas and pinned Silver Fox for a three count.

The Skinny Girl

Concern was the word Will would have used to describe his feelings about the skinny girl. "Worry" and "anxious" were too strong. The match would end with Nadia out cold on the canvas. But past experience had taught Will not to be careless in the ring with skinny girls, who were faster and stronger than their bodies showed. Will could also not stop looking at Nadia's piercing eyes that seemed to shift between light blue and gray.
They had agreed to fight to a knockout at Nadia's request. That worked for Will, he had four inches on the girl.
Will watched Nadia's thin but well developed body as she probed , waiting for Will's reaction to her verbal taunting and an offer of a hand job.
There was little. Will blocked a few punches, absorbed a few others, but did not hit her back. Instead he looked over her body, studying how she held her arms in defense. A hand job would be nice, he considered, watching Nadia's dove-like breasts sway beneath her top. Will liked women to have a fuller chest, but Nadia's were cute and feminine.
Will faked a left to Nadia's head. Her fist jumped higher instantly. Will's fist hit her stomach with lighting and for a moment he regretted the pain that strained Nadia's face.
WHAP!
The left upper cut finished Nadia, staggering the girl as the lights in her brain rattled and flickered.
"Uhhhh....ohhhhh..." Nadia warbled, starting to stumble. An ecstatic lassitude drank Nadia and the canvas raced up to catch her plummeting body.
Will started the count, but quickly stopped. Admiring Nadia's compact ass, Will gave it a loving slap and rolled the girl on her back.
"Just a little rag doll, sweetie?" Will asked, taking off his gloves. He checked her pulse and gently caressed Nadia's cheeks. "You sleeping, aren't you?"
Will gave her a few slaps on the face. Nadia's eyes slowly fluttered open.
"There you go..." Will stood and collected his gear. With aching lethargy, Nadia's head cleared and she sat up.
"Asshole!" she shouted at Will like a snake spewing venom. "I'll get you!"
"Whenever you are ready, honey!"
Before she was completely on her feet, Will was gone from the ring.

Two afternoons later, Will was stowing his gear in the trunk of his car in the gym parking lot. As he brought down the lid, a small hand firmly clutched his shoulder and spun him ninety degrees.
He saw Nadia and was transfixed by her luminous blue eyes and then her fist.
WHAM!
Will slumped loudly against the trunk. As he blacked out, he slipped sideways, landing on the pavement.
"Jerk!" declared Nadia.

A week later concern was replaced by determination in Will's mind. When he woke on the black top where Nadia had left him, he was sorry he took the crazy female's challenge in the first place.
As days went by, he became set on flattening Nadia again, because the girl was not rational. A koed opponent should know she's been knocked out.
"Face still throbbing?" Nadia asked when they were facing each other. "I wouldn't miss seeing your face!"
There was a red bruise where Nadia's punch had impacted. Will knew she'd strike there again, to inflict a painful reminder of their last encounter.
When the bell rang, Will delivered an upper cut to Nadia's chin.
Nadia halted in her tracks, eyes crossed. Will was about to follow up with a right hook, but Nadia's knees buckled one at a time. The skinny girl spun as she hurtled to the canvas, eyes closing, thinking of a playground from her childhood.
Will counted out the unconscious girl boxer and gathered her in his arms. Gently he placed her in the stool that sat in her corner and eased her against the turnbuckle.

Luisa the Rough

Luisa knew Jon was a "Gentle" by the way he looked over her breasts: with a longing that combined sexual arousal and submission. She had dealt with men like Jon before and knew what he was after.
Like all Gentles, Jon was attracted to women who would beat him unconscious in a fight. Luisa was a Rough, the aggressive half of Jon's sexual equation. Her greatest sexual gratification came from knocking Gentles like Jon out cold.
They talked for a long time when they met at a pool party. Luisa wore a skimpy white bikini that contrasted vividly with her dark brown skin. She twisted her hips in his direction as she laughed at his jokes, making sure Jon noticed her eyes playing over the front of his bathing suit.
"Ever box, Jon?" Luisa asked him, when they changed the topic of conversation from music to working out. Already she was imagining Jon in his boxing trunks, sprawled out on his back, slumbering at her feet.
"Yeah, I train at Peter's gym."
Peter was Jon's friend and Luisa's trainer and the host of the party. He had introduced the couple a few minutes earlier.
Jon was wondering where in the big house he could screw Luisa. Jon offered her a second glass of wine.
"No thank you," Luisa said, easing the glass from Jon's hand. "Wine makes me act stupid."
She took a long, slow swallow and smiled at Jon. "Ever fight a girl?"
"Yes, a few.."
"How did it go?" she asked after her second swallow.
"Great!" Jon's voice was so loud it made them both laugh. "I got clobb...I did okay. I'm always hesitant to hit a girl at the start of each fight."
"I bet you do."

Jon arrived at Luisa's house late on a Saturday, carrying only a back pack loaded with his boxing gear and a change of cloths, as Luisa instructed him.
Luisa lead him by the arm down a long hallway to the entrance of her basement gym. Jon's attention shifted from Luisa, who wore black speedos and a dark grey T-shirt adorned with images of Batgirl, Wonder Woman and Supergirl, to the framed pictures of male fighters, prone on the boxing ring canvas. In the lower corner of almost all the portraits was a red Valentine sticker.
"Who are they?"
"Men I've boxed!"
"They're all on their backs." noted Jon.
"I knock every guy out."
Jon felt a rush. "Those heart stickers?"
Luisa tugged him down the steps. "They performed very well."

Luisa was already in her corner when Jon entered the ring from the changing room.
"Tie up my gloves Jon!"
Luisa pulled off her T-shirt as Jon approached, revealing her smooth brown shoulder and arms. As Jon slowly laced her boxing gloves, he looked down Luisa's athletic top, adoring the roll of Luisa's breasts as they surged out at him.
"Good job, Jon!" She punched him in the shoulder. "Let's go!"
Luisa liked that Jon gave her a good fight, unlike many Gentles who exposed their head, egar for her to dispatch them to dreamland.
Jon clearly liked the physical contact fighting a woman entailed. A few times he pinned Luisa against the ropes or on the turnbuckle and worked her body. The punches didn't hurt her much and she always fought herself free of his assault.
As they boxed, Luisa kept calling "a good, sexy little Gentle"; that she knocked guys like him out before breakfast. By the the third round, she could see Jon was waring out; some of his punches missed and he kept pulling her into clinches after a barrage of devastating punches.
"You ready, Jon?" Luisa taunted, slugging her opponents twice, with brutal precision in the midsection, followed by a devastating right hook. Jon staggered a few paces, arms barely raised. Jon searched with groggy desperation for the female voice he'd heard before lighting struck him.
"You're ready...."
Luisa pasted a left on Jon's chin. Jon saw a second flash of painful white light and stood flat footed in front of Luisa, blabbering incoherently.
"Three punches and its all over, honey stick!" Luisa kissed the dazed male and tilted his head straight.
"The first punch makes you stupid!" she purred at the vulnerable gentle.
WHAP!!!
The leather of her glove smacked Jon's right jaw. Luisa was now a goddess to Jon: a virgin-warrior-seductress.
"The second punch makes you sleepy!"
POW!!
Darkness seeped into Jon's brain and he sagged onto the ropes, knees bent and eyes just slits of white.
Laughing joyously, Luisa pulled Jon back on his feet.
"The last punch....Jon sweetie...knocks you out!"
BAM!!
The savage upper cut popped Jon's head back, putting him instantly to sleep. He stood swaying for a few seconds as river seemed to gush through his body. Jon thudded to the canvas, unmoving, in a deep slumber.

Jon came to naked on Luisa's bed. Luisa was wearing nothing but red lace panties.
"Did your dreams come true, Gentle?" she whispered, brushing the hair from his face.
"Yeee..sss..." Jon felt weary and satisfied from the beating Luisa had administered. Looking at her full tits, with their purple aureoles, sexual love stirred in him again.
They spent the afternoon making love. Jon felt consumed by Luisa's body and the pleasure he received from it. Kissing her thighs and arms, giving her cunnilingus, penetrating her multiple times, Jon exhausted himself with adoration for Luisa.
The sun had almost set when Jon woke a second time. Luisa was brushing her hair in front of her mirror, having added a red bra to her panties.
She walked over to Jon, who stood and embraced her in long kiss.
"I always get the best sex from men I've obliterated in the ring," Luisa remarked.
"Luisa, there's something I want to do before I go."
"Sure, Gentle, what is it?" Luisa was happy not to have to chase Jon out. She wanted to hit the clubs alone tonight.
"Just this."
WHAP!!!
Jon's right hook jerked Luisa around 180 degrees. Her eyes wide with shock, quickly shut and Luisa's body fell against Jon's bare chest, her cheek on his shoulder.
He grabbed her waist and tilted the girl backward slightly. Her head went back, revealing a jaw slack in utter unconsciousness.
Jon sat Luisa on the bed, where she let out a wayward moan and dropped on her back. Jon lifted her feet onto the sheets and pulled the inert girl boxer onto the pillow. Luisa was serenely asleep.
After dressing, Jon placed a thorn less rose he'd retrieved from his back pack by Luisa's head. He quickly scribbled his number on a slip of paper and put it under the rose. Kissing his lover, Jon closed the bedroom door quietly as he left.