Satan's Angels - Part Three

Dressed in bright red boxing gear, Scarlet Vixen was sprawled unmoving on the canvas. She faced the ceiling, but didn't notice the lights because of the profound knockout she was experiencing, induced by Satan's Angels member Aria Evans. Emma counted the Vixen out as slowly as she could, but it was clear to her and everyone else who witnessed the match that the Vixen would be out for awhile.
Aria strutted around the ring, deliberately giving a leg show to the two men in Vixen's corner, Zack Hollander and Max. Zack was anxious for the count to reach ten so he could revive the Vixen, who was his girlfriend. As he watched the toned, statuesque black girl stride with both fists above her head, Max felt bad for Scarlet Vixen although he believed she was asking for the trouncing Aria had given her. Both men had pleaded with the Vixen not to box Aria, who had a height advantage.
"Ten!....You are out!!"
Vixen was still unconscious when the two men carried her back to her corner, but she moaned as her head lolled back and forth. Zack began massaging his girl's neck as Max handed him the smelling salts. Max watched Aria call for another challenger.
"Enough beating up puny, stupid girls! Will any man take me on!" Aria shouted, lustfully scanning the spectators for prey as she leaned forward on the upper rope. "Who is gonna grow a pair and fight me!?"
Vixen had been Aria's fourth victim at the Friday Night All Comers Match at the Amazonia Boxing Club. Aria was the reigning champion for the last three months. She was also Satan's Angels technology and combat expert. Scarlet Vixen took upon herself to bring in one of the Angels and confronted Aria, hoping to knock the bad girl out and bring her to Justice Force HQ.
"No! NO! Zack..keep going..." Vixen burbled as she returned from dreamland.
Sweet girl, Max thought. But not up to this.
"I'll fight you, Aria!" Max answered, walking up to her. "And I'll knock you out on that fine ass of yours!"
Aria turned to her new opponent and grinned broadly at Max.
"That your girlfriend I hospitalized last round?" Max caught a glimpse of Zack and Emma the Ref easing the groggy Vixen out of the ring.
"No, she's just a friend. You have friends, right?"
"Lots!"

Max took no chances with Aria after watching her clobber four challengers: he wore his loaded gloves. One correctly landed punch would level the mocha skinned bad girl.
Aria moved swiftly and counter punched faster than Max. And as the match went on, he wanted sex with Aria more and more. And that smile....
WHAM!!
Max never saw the left hook that bashed his jaw. There was, suddenly, total darkness and reality flicked on to Emma the Ref calling out "SIX!" Max felt glued to the canvas and pulling himself up seemed to take hours.
All right Aria Evans! Max told himself. Pleasant dreams!
Max and Aria brawled furiously for a minute. Max faked with his right and hammered a left upper cut to Aria's chin. He delivered three more shots in the same spot, sending Aria into a daze. When she landed on the ropes, gloves only partially raised, Max closed in to finish the fight.
Aria crouched in pain from a gut shot and Max straightened her up with a powerful right upper cut.
Aria's eyes were wide and glassy. Max judged how much force to give his final punch, knowing the loaded gloves would do most of the work. He let go of a hay maker that exploded on Aria's face, a loud "THWACK" filling the gym.
Light vanished from Aria's brain and her eyes clicked shut. The bad girl was out cold before landing face down on the canvas.

While waiting for Aria to recover, Max called the infirmary to check on Scarlet Vixen. "Vixen is conscious and resting," Zack told him. "She wants you to bring Aria in immediately."
Max said he'd have in custody by the morning. Zack responded with a short laugh. Max ignored it and said he'd see Zack at the hospital.
Max felt glad to have Scarlet Vixen off the case, even temporarily. The Vixen was a sincere girl, he had decided, who wanted to do everything herself. That Zack has risked going into Justice Force HQ to be by her side showed how strongly Zack felt for the Vixen. Very soon she was going to steer Zack away from crime and to the altar.
Cathy Hazlitt, currently being debriefed by Justice Force's Reform and Probation Office, was another matter. She'd be a very comfortable girlfriend, with the added benefit of being on the right side of the law.
"Well, look who's here to see if I'm okay!"
Max glanced up and saw Aria's smiling face. "You're the first man ever to put me down in the ring!"
Max asked Aria how she was feeling. "Don't worry, I could go another twenty rounds. How about you?!"
"Definitely!"

Max could have sworn Aria was a member of the Amazon Sisterhood if her file didn't give her place of birth as Camden, N.J. Max loved athletic girls, they had energy in their hips to burn!
All night long Aria called him Sugar, especially during orgasm. No was they lay blissfully winded, Aria said she needed refilling. "Wow!" Max blurted.
Aria let out a giggle. "I meant the champagne, you horn dog!"
"Just a sec."
Max leaped from the bed, grabbing Aria's plastic cup and went into the kitchenette. Filling both glasses, he dropped a tiny pill in Aria's. It dissolved quickly.
"Drink up!" Max ordered as he handed her the plastic cup. The bad girl focused her bedroom eyes on Max and placed the cup on the floor.
"When we were boxing, I didn't see what a big man you are, Sugar!"
"But you've learned better now?"
"Yes i have!"
Aria caressed Max's neck, drawing him closer for another kiss. "And the bigger they are, Sugar...!"
CHUNK!!
Aria chop cracked on Max's neck. He went down on her chest, out cold.

Satan's Angels - Part two

Justice force didn't remove Max from the Satan's Angels assignment. The gang had alluded a number of agents, both male and female. But he was given a partner: Athena Holt, known as Scarlet Vixen.
"Cathy Hazlitt is perfect for you, Max," said Scarlet Vixen as she and her new co-worker reviewed the Cathy Hazlitt file. "A big blond, aggressive, reported to be a man crazy ditz."
Athena Holt had been recruited from the Amazon Sisterhood and greatly disliked Max's attitude toward women. "This should be an easy collar for you."
The sarcastic emphasis on "should" grated Max.

The file picture of Cathy Hazlitt failed the actual woman, whose smile, continually flashed across the ring at Max, illuminated her face. That illumination nearly dimmed the sparkle of her deep blue eyes.
The blond hair was fake, Max decided, but Cathy's long legs weren't.
Max settled on an early, possibly second round, knockout for Cathy. Scarlet Vixen allowed Max to make the arrest himself after he mentioned his friendship with the Vixen's boyfriend, Zack Hollander, a career thief she'd been seeing for more than a year. A word to Justice Force about the affair and Scarlet Vixen would be fired and sent back to the Amazons in disgrace.
Cathy wasn't as careful with men as Roxanna; Cathy liked them too much. Max started talking to her at the Amazonia and within a week they scheduled a private bout. For Cathy, mixed boxing was foreplay, that sometimes culminated in one of the two participants unconscious on the canvas. In the midst of a second round clinch, Max wondered what her role in Satan's Angels was. The she was a competent boxer and could likely shot a gun, but he knew he could knock her cold whenever he felt like doing it.
Okay, honey pot, Max thought. Say goodnight to Papa!
Max's right swung upwards and collided with Cathy's chin. Following instantly was his left, forcefully punishing the girl's jaw.
Cathy reached her arms into the air around her, futilely trying to steady the boxing ring that was turning somersaults. Max's third blow, a merciless right hook to the head froze Cathy in place. She burbled the word "big..." as the ring flew up around her.
Max knelt by the unmoving girl and rolled her on her back. Thumbing her eyelids, Max saw nothing but whites. A content smile nestled on Cathy's face. The knock out was complete.

The opening notes of "The Entertainer" played inside Max's duffel bag. He retrieved his smart phone and saw Scarlet Vixen was calling.
"Hey Scarlet...Ms. Vixen, of course, I apologize...have I made the collar? No, not yet, but I'm very close..." Max glanced at the supine blond, her legs open in a "V" and her gloved hands resting among the long hair that formed a halo around her head. "I've got Cathy Hazlitt right where I want her! Soon, very soon... I'm losing you Ms Scarlet..."
Max turned off his smart phone.

Cathy stretched out on the bed like a sleepy cat and hugged Max's neck. He turned his head to her and they kissed tenderly. Overnight, Max discovered what exactly Cathy did in the Satan's Angels operation plan: seduce and subdue. Max was already more than half in love with her. And in one of the rare moments in her 25 years on Earth, Cathy had fallen completely in love with him.
Cathy jolted awake from the smelling salts Max waved under her nose, asking a few times who she was and who Max was and if she could have another banana split before her head cleared. Then she wanted time alone with Max.
Max went to the hotel lobby and retrieved some coffee and danish for him and Cathy. As they ate breakfast on the bed, Cathy asked,"Max can I tell you something?"
"Sure!"
"I feel like I'm...you know.. in love with you!"
Max smiled and kissed her, reaching with his free hand under the bed.
"And second?" he asked.
"Second...I need some more!"
Max sat back and held to Cathy's face the small cell phone he placed under the bed when they arrived. Pressing "SEND" expelled a stream of KO gas in Cathy's face. The girl let out a gasp and felt light headed.
She sighed and fell back on the bed, completely asleep.

"You took all night to accomplish this?" Scarlet Vixen asked, looking down as the still slumbering Cathy Hazlitt was rolled by, secure in a gurney. Two attendants loaded her onto a Justice Force transport.
"I was trying to get information from her," Max explained. "To penetrate the gang's operations."
"Clearly!" Scarlet Vixen said sarcastically. "With emphasis on the 'penetration.' "
"Look. I want you to go easy on Cathy in your report," Max requested with all the humility he could fabricate. "She's just a horny, confused kid. Recommend her for the Reform and Rehabilitation project. For me?"
"Well, Cupid's arrow finally found Max!" Scarlet Vixen mocked. "No problem, but I need something in return."
"What?"
"I'm with you every step of the way when you close in on Aria Evans, Satan's Angels technical expert."
"Fine," agreed max. "Whatever."

Satan's Angels - Part One

Max started with Roxanna and that was a mistake. If Max thought out his mission to capture Satan's Angels, a three woman gang headed by Roxanna, he would have gone after Cathy Hazlitt, the gang's weak link.
But Roxanna was a curvy, raven haired beauty, with full red lips and massive tits. Cathy Hazlitt and the third gang member, Aria Evans, were both well endowed. But Roxanna's chest redefined "bombshells" and Max was fascinated with the bad girl.
Justice Force, who hired Max to bring Satan's Angels to justice, provided an extensive profile of the gang. All three trained at the Amazonia Boxing Club, so Max joined and began cultivating Roxanna's company.
She was careful talking to strangers, especially men. A match challenge could easily turn into a one night fling what could also be a trap. However, she did like Max's build and the intensity in his eyes. Hormones got ahead of Roxanna's brain and she reserved one of the club's private rings for her and Max one Friday night.
Max agreed to fight to a knockout, so he examined Roxanna for a weak spot. He looked for a sign of a glass jaw but his eyes always went back to her chest. Originally he planned to knock her cold and then haul her to Justice Force HQ, but decided to hold off on an arrest until he found out what kind of fuck Roxanna was.
It came as no surprise that Roxanna flirted as aggressively as she fought.
"Kind of stiff already!" she taunted when her nut shot missed its target and only grazed Max's erection. As Max stepped back instinctively, he looped a right hook to Roxanna's jaw.
"YES!!" he thought when he saw Roxanna's eyes roll up in her head. For one moment, Roxanna stood flat footed, arms dangling, mouth open. As she tilted toward the canvas, her eyelids fluttered and closed.
Max counted out the unmoving bad girl and then sat her against the ropes, gently slapping her face.
"You okay, Roxanna?" he asked when she was awake. Roxanna took some time to focus, while she looked at Max like she had never seen him before in her life.
"...yeah...and you...?"
"I'm fine."
"Good." Roxanna said and her right fist shot up, colliding with Edward's chin. Stars showered every where and Max went down, his face slapping Roxanna's bare thigh.

Max woke in the bedroom of Roxanna's safe house. When Satan's Angels weren't using the apartment as a hideout, Roxanna took men there when she needed to get laid.
"Hey, honey stick, you still dreaming?"
A surge of lust evaporated the fog that lingered in Max's brain. She spoke tenderly, fondling Max's dick. She promised him one night only, but one he would never forget.
When a guy really stoked Roxanna, which Max did, Roxanna fucked like a jack hammer, plunging into her orgasms. Half way through the night, an exhausted Max admitted to dying to know what Roxanna was like in bed.
"I haven't shown half of what I can do to you!" she whispered in his ear and proceeded to consume what was left of her lover's physical stamina.
Late the next morning, Max woke completely spent and completely in love.
"Come here, you horn dog!" Roxanna said when she stepped from the shower into her bedroom. She and Max embraced and kissed. Max decided it was time to take Roxanna in.
Max, before you leave, could you do something special for me?"
"Anything, Rox!" he answered, surveying the best place to land the KO neck chop. The bad girl had pulled back her 36 HH breast, revealing the smooth white skin of her chest.
"Kiss between my tits, it's a fetish I have! I love when men do that!"
Max pressed his face between Roxanna's breasts, loving the way her just washed skin felt on his lips.
Roxanna released her right tit.
WHAP!!
The tit's impact dazed Max and he sagged against Roxanna's chest.
WHOMP!
The left breast swung against the back of MAx's head, crossing his glassy eyes and making his legs rubber. He slid the length of Roxanna's naked belly and hips and stopped at her pussy when his wobbly knees touched the floor.
Roxanna stepped back, supporting Max's head with the palm of her hand."Say good night to mamma!" she cooed to him.
"Ga...nih...ma...ma...."
Chunk!
Roxanna's judo chop put out Max's lights.

Max woke in his own bed this time. Naked, he sat up, his vision spinning. Looking down he saw a blue ribbon tied to his penis.
"Bitch!" he murmured.

Ursula's Playdate - The Finish

Miki emerged from the knockout as she woke from a deep sleep, squirming and sighing. When her eyes fully opened, Miki saw she was seated in the corner of a boxing ring and that a large athletic blond, dressed in white trunks and sports bra, stood in front of her. A few minutes passed before Miki realized she was also in boxing gear, all black including the gloves.

“Hey…where…”

“Is Dion? His kisses are devastating, aren’t they?”

“Who are you?” blurted Miki.“Ursula,” said the Nordic beauty, banging her gloves together. “I boxed your husband Ron last week at the Amazonia, knocked him cold. We fucked a few days later.”

“Bitch!”

“I saw your picture in his wallet. I go through men’s wallets after I’ve fucked them so hard they pass out.”

Miki swung at Ursula, but the chesty blond leaned away from the punch.“I decided I would fight you, pretty thing!”

Miki and then Ursula raised their fists and began circling each other. Ursula saw the anger in Miki’s eyes.

“Don’t get upset and act stupid! I’m not in love with Ron; I don’t plan on stealing him!”

“What do you want?!”

“To fight you! That should be obvious!” Ursula rolled her eyes. “Ron’s a cheat and I’ve proven you’re not much better, pretty thing. But when Ron told me who you were, there was such tenderness in his voice. I had to knock you out!”

“Gou ri de!” Miki spat in Mandarin.

Ursula mockingly raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’ve already been with Ron!”

“Ni biaozi!”

Both women flew in explosive frenzy.

They landed shots infrequently as they both fought defensively. Then Ursula backed away from Miki, who went after her. I’m bigger and faster than you, pretty thing, Ursula thought. Keep coming!

Miki’s rational thinking switched off and she attacked Ursula, dying to beat her anger out on the blond Amazon. A phantom hook bashed Miki on the side of the head. The smaller girl wobbled on her feet before an airy, dreamy sensation crept over her.Seeing her opponent’s eyes going glassy, Ursula nudged Miki against the ropes. Hooking Miki’s arms over the top ropes, Ursula debated for a moment in her heart whether to punish Miki further or put her completely to sleep.Miki smiled and began to burble nonsense.

Ursula’s gut shot snapped her out the daze and the blond savored seeing Miki crouched in agony. Miki’s pain tasted like syrup.“Now, pretty thing, time for bed!”The upper cut shut off the lights in Miki’s addled brain and put her through the ropes, landing her on the wrestling mats below.

Sleep drained from Miki after a few hours of erotic dreams. Sitting up on the hotel bed was a painful activity for Miki, so she did it slowly. Stumbling to the motel door way, Miki watched the highway traffic go by and tried to out where she was.

Good Night Kiss

The two girls who cornered Will were very angry with him. They had been his lovers and still felt strongly toward him, but Will had cheated.As the girls, Jackie and Koi, surronded him, Will was reminded why he nailed them.

Both were taller than Will, with piercing eyes and satisfying chests. Along with bodybuilding, Jackie and Koi boxed, which was how they found Will.

Will stood no chance in the ring with either woman. First Koi and then Jackie knocked Will out in the second round. Koi, the more impulsive of the pair, fell for her victim as soon as she saw him sprawled on the the canvas. Jackie was able to control herself until after she and Will fucked. Then she dove in head first.

The way Koi smiled at Will, he knew they were going to go rough on him. They're right to be mad, Will admitted to himself as Koi stepped closer. Expecting the beating to commence, Will was pleasantly surprised to get a kiss. Koi held him as she used to, firmly in her strong arms. For a few seconds, Will almost convinced himself he was forgiven.

The girls fumed when Jackie found a pair of women's panties that neither owned. Koi recalled seeing the same pair of underpants in the womens dressing room of the Amazonia Boxing Club on Kim Caldwell.Will confessed immediately, hoping to placate his girlfriends with sincerity.

That was wasted effort.

Not only had the man Jackie and Koi loved and trusted two timed them, but he did it with Kim Caldwell. The only men Kim would have were other women's men.Earlier that afternoon, Jackie had dealt with Kim, whom she called "the poaching bitch!" Hauling her rival into an unused dressing room, Jackie slammed the door and administered a beating that reminded Kim who owned Will's genitalia. When Jackie walked out, Kim was on her ass, slumped against the wall, eyes shut, her legs spread open. Jackie figured it was a position that came naturally to Kim.

Jackie took her turn tasting Will. She was angrier at Will than Koi and through her justified indignation, her feelings for him were stronger."I'll miss you," Jackie whispered in his ear and stepped back.Will let his body relax.At the same instant, fists hammered Will.

Inside a minute, the blows put Will in a blurry confusion. With each punch, the chaos increased until all Will saw was white. He felt Koi's arms slip around him and he sank back. Jackie landed head and gut shots to Will until his legs gave out and he dropped to the floor."I fucking loved you!" was all Will heard before what felt like a baseball bat hit his jaw.

When Will came around, he was laying face down on his bed where Jackie and Koi had flung him.

Ursula's Playdate - Part One

Ursula took her time, Ron noticed, ending the match when she was working over a guy in the ring. It was like she was getting to know him better until she punched his lights out.
The stories Ron heard that Ursula slept with every man she clobbered seemed plausible to him. He heard them from the female Amazonia Club members and Ron never disregarded the female capacity to smear another woman with the truth when it was available. The same stories from the men would seem, to Ron, like hollow bragging.

Ron didn't get passed the fourth round with the Danish boxer. Her long legs kept up with Ron and her powerful arms pinned her opponent to the ropes. Being used to men like Ron by now, Ursula followed her routine.
She flirted with Ron in the first round, putting him in clinches, pressing her full chest against him when he was on the ropes. In rounds two and three, Ursula went to work, battering Ron's body until it was numb and his eyes barely open.
Ron stumbled out for the final round in a thick haze, hearing the "THUMP!" and "THWACK!" of Ursula's gloves smacking all over his body until the rhythm of the blows told Ron he was about to be on the canvas.
Through the haze Ron saw Ursula lean in and fondle his erection with her right glove.
"Ha!!" Ursula sneered. Ursula stepped back. "Now I knock you out!"
Delirious pleasure jolted Ron at the sound of Ursula's Scandinavian accent.
The red boxing glove slammed into Ron's face. He pitched downward, seeing Ursula's grinning face blur to white. Ron thought of Lucy Liu and was sleeping in a pool of warm darkness.

"Who's the cutie in the picture?"
Ursula was going through Ron's wallet, a regular post-coital practice. She was always curious about about the lives of the men she fucked senseless. Glancing at the lovely, petite Asian girl's picture wedged over Ron's driver's license, Ursula knew she hit pay dirt.
"It's my wife, Miki," said Ron who stirred awake by his lover's question.
A week had gone by since their match and Ron had healed up, except for the bruise under his left eye. every time Ursula saw the contusion, she felt excited and proud.
"Oh really?" Ursula asked. "Does she know you're a dirty cheat?"
"Yeah..." was all Ron said. Siting up on the bed, Ron kissed Ursula's neck and shoulders. "We've been together since college."
"Does Miki box also?"
"It's how we met." Ron smiled at memories from a decade earlier. "I was on the men's boxing team at Blake Mitchell University and she was on the women's."
"Did you guys fight?"
"Twice. I put Miki to sleep both times."
Ursula's index finger gently stroked Miki's image as Ursula began thinking.

Desiree didn't recall inviting the dark haired guy who was talking to Miki. But a lot of strangers showed up at her husband Peter's parties and Desiree assumed he had separated from the female he came with and was now attached to her friend Miki.
Desiree had no illusions about what developed when Miki encountered a handsome stranger when Ron wasn't around: a severe case of the quickies. Miki certainly had had enough alcohol to aggravate her condition. Miki smiled at Desiree as she and the stranger talked. He always moved close to Miki, complimenting the girl boxer on what great shape she was in.
Miki, after a patch of silence when she looked him up and down, mentioned a spare room near the back door of Peter and Desiree's house.
"Let's not waste a minute of this darkness," Miki told her new friend when they entered the room and shut the door.
"Not a second," he answered, flicking off the light switch. In the blackness, Miki capitulated to the hands inside her shirt, smoothly moving across her stomach and breasts.
"Hey...what's you name...?" Miki asked as she unbuttoned the stranger's jeans.
WHAP!
POW!
SOCK!
When he threw the lights back on, the dark haired stranger saw Miki was stunned, out on her feet. He refastened his pants and slugged miki a fourth time, jerking her head sideways.
The lights went out completely in Miki's head and the stranger caught her in his arms. Seeing the hallway was clear, the dark haired stranger carried the limp Miki out to the deserted driveway and down the block to a parked car.

Ursula stepped out of the driver's side and opened the back door of the sedan.
"Place her in the back seat, Dion," Ursula said. Ursula then threw a blanket over the knocked out girl.
"Good boy," Ursula whispered embracing Dion. "I'll see you tomorrow night for our play date."
They kissed again and Ursula slapped Dion's ass as he walked away. Ursula felt anticipation for the next two nights.

Marc and the Sleeping Beauty

Alice had one of those just out of college voices, so I guessed she was in her late twenties. When I met her at The Caffeine Cafe to discuss the details, I saw she had just cracked thirty. She was shortish, with shoulder length black hair and a round, open face, illuminated by bright brown eyes and full lips. Alice's arms and legs were well developed. Her full breasts were proportioned with her compact body.
"Hello Marc," Alice whispered when we sat down at a sidewalk table. She handed me the envelope, which I tucked in my jacket pocket. "You look like your voice," she added.
"Thank you," I answered and smiled boyishly as I could. It put women at ease. Many times people have been embarrassed by the thing they want so much and are uneasy when they get it.
"You have a pretty voice, Alice," We were silent as the waitress left our coffees. I liked working with women built like Alice, her body almost fit completely in your hands.
"How long have you been training with Peter?" I asked.
"A year. I've known Desiree for a long time, so she recommended him when I wanted to learn how to fight."
Desiree was my friend Peter's wife. Knowing Dez, she and Alice were more than friends. Peter gave Alice my cell phone number. He told me "Alice is one for you. She'll be a great fighter, she just needs help with other matters."

Alice's spacious apartment was a few blocks from the Cafe. We had the whole day so Alice and I talked a little more in the kitchen.
"I use these," I told Alice, handing her my red boxing gloves. "They're loaded with sand."
When I saw anticipation explode on Alice's face when she fondled the gloves, my last doubt vanished.
I set up the tripod and fixed the HD camcorder so it had a clear view of Alice's neatly made bed. Alice laced up my boxing gloves. She kissed each glove when she was finished, giving me a coy smile each time.
Alice stripped to her underwear and posed at the foot of her bed in a sexy fighting stance.
"I'm a dirty slut!" Alice purred and a change washed over her face. Alice let her mouth fall open invitingly. For a second I was frozen watching the transformation. "I've fucked twenty men in one day! What do you do to a girl like that?! What? When are you going to fuck me!?"
POW!!
Alice made a little hop when I tagged her chin. After a minute of confusion about what had just happened to her, Alice's eyes turned up and she fainted onto the bed.
I counted her out, loud enough for the camcorder to pick it up as it taped Alice flat out on her back. Thumbing her eyelids, I saw only whites. The knockout was total.
Alice's light frame was easy to move to the pillows, where I rested her head. I pressed my hand on the front of her red silk panties. They were soaked.
I kept the recorder on until Alice stirred awake.
Initially, Alice was baffled about how she ended up on the bed. When her memory reactivated, she leaned back on the bed, laughing with content.
"Are you okay, Alice?" I asked.
"I feel...soo..alive!"
I shut off the camcorder.

Getting punched out left Alice extremely horny, so we had sex for an hour after she fully recovered.
"I only went with women since I was eighteen years old," she told me, head resting on my chest. "Then Peter had me spar with a guy at the gym. WHAP!" Alice made a punching motion in the air. "He knocked me clean out when he hit me by accident. When I woke up, I was horny for him. I fucked him two nights later."
I'd heard a few variants on this story before. The first few times I asked probing follow up questions about "Why?", the answers discouraged me from questioning any further. The sanest response I ever recieved was "It's just my wiring."

Alice was seeing one woman right now, but also slept with a number of men. I suggested she simply have the woman she loves knock her out.
Alice shrugged. "It doesn't feel the same."

I put my gear away and again asked Alice how she was feeling.
"Great! I'll keep your card!" Alice moved toward the end of her bed. "Could you..Marc...once more?"
I couldn't say no to pleading cuteness in Alice's eyes. We exchanged a long kiss.
WHAM!!!
My bare knuckle upper cut lifted Alice into the air, making her body tunr in an arc. Her entire body slapped the bed, causing it to shake. I put the tape of out session next to her on a pillow.
I kissed Alice and walked out.