Going Down and Out

One of the few lessons Will retained from four years at Blake Mitchell University was that even if a date went perfectly, the pilot light could still go out when he got the girl home. Will had no problem going to the basement to rekindle the flame. Girls were much more affectionate after that.
Will wanted badly to eat out Lisa at the start of their private match at the Amazonia Boxing Club.  In fact it was all he thought of from the moment she accepted his personal challenge. Judging from the way he looked at her breasts, Lisa knew Will was looking to get laid.
Lisa was a thick girl, with thighs that could sink a super carrier and a full round ass.Will, who had watched four of her previous matches, was enthralled with Lisa's melon-sized tits and the smile Lisa flashed when she dispatched her victims, two male, two female, to Dreamland. Lisa gave each man a night of great sex after each of their bouts.
The fight was private at Lisa's insistence, attended by only by six of her best female friends. The girls wanted to see Will earn whatever pleasure Lisa was going to give him.

Will took the fight to Lisa at the opening buzzer. Lisa wasn't fazed. She absorbed or blocked every attack. Lisa knew Will just wanted physical contact, hoping to get her worked up amid the exchange of leather.
Lisa was impressed with the sincerity of Will's effort and as the rounds went by, found him more and more attractive.
In the sixth round, Will had Lisa in a corner, working her body, trying to wear her down for a knockout. Lisa pressed her lips to Will's ear.
"Now, Will, I want it now!" she whispered. in the stillness that followed the couple looked at each other and a pent up cheer burst from the spectators. Kissing Will strongly, Lisa motioned downward with her eyes. "Please Will, now!'
Will was instantly on his knees, kissing Lisa's brown thighs as he pulled down her shorts. Amid growing shouts, Will caressed Lisa's inner thighs and labia. A loud "yes!" went up as Will felt Lisa's gloves press the back of Will's head deeper into her pussy. An intense high surged through Will.
The orgasm slowly mounted in Lisa, who leaned completely against the turnbuckle, her head lolling back and side to side, mouth open. Oblivious  to her friends screams, Lisa gasped "I love you...yes...I do!...fuck..." to Will.
When the orgasm jetted through Lisa, she pulled on her lover's hair and shouted at the ceiling.
Siting back, Will wiped his face clean on Lisa's legs and stood up slowly, waiting for Lisa to catch her breath.
They kissed again and Lisa slugged Will on the jaw, staggering him sideways.
"God, I so fucking love you!" Lisa yelled at her stupefied lover. her left sailed around and tagged his chin.
Will stood motionless, eyes wide and glassy. Lisa's from the hip right upper cut propelled Will into the air. Will was in deep space where bright, multicolored stars sparkled everywhere. Will was completely in love with Lisa. Blackness washed over the lights and Will's landing on the canvas rattled the ring.
"Nine! Ten! You're out!' Emma the Ref shouted and pulled Lisa's fists over her head, declaring her victory by total knockout. Lisa watched in triumph as Will, smiling in Dreamland, was loaded onto a stretcher. As he was carried out, she gave him a long kiss on the lips.

The Girl with the Mask

As he walked toward the reference desk, Tony saw one of librarians headed in the same direction. The women, clinging to her late twenties, was dressed in shades of black: a clingy top, dressy shorts and stockings. All these matched her shinny raven tinted hair and square rimmed glasses. Her name was Tina and she was the reference librarian.
As Tina sat down at her station and watched Tony approach, a grin erupted beneath her pert nose, forcing her cheek bones to rise beneath her hair.
"I'm looking for a book," Tony said pleasantly.
Usually, Tina reminded any patron who made the same request of the existence of the computerized catalogue. But she instantly found Tony attractive, his bright but shy eyes captured her. "Do you have the title?"
"Yeah, 'Great Female Boxers' by Desiree Tyler."
Tine knew exactly on what shelf the volume was siting, having read it twice. "I'll have to look it up, Mr...?"
"My name is Tony?"
"Good."
"What?"
"Nothing." Tina's fingers were already dancing on the key board. "You into boxing girls?"
Tony looked around. "Yeah."
"You fight yourself, Mr. Tony?"
"Not yet, I just joined this boxing club called the Amazonia..."
"Good for you!" Tina's face widened when she glanced at the monitor. "Found it!"
She neatly transcribed the call numbers on a slip of paper. Tina waved it toward Tony, but when he tried to grab it away, she held on tightly.
"Be carefull with girls who are into boxing," Tina warned. "They are pretty intense and often violent."
Confused by Tina's advice, he tugged on the paper. "You never know what they will do, Tony!"
Tina released the paper and she and Tony stared at each other.
"Thanks," Tony said, turning to the non fiction stacks.

Great Female Boxers was in the sports section. When he had the aisle to himself, Tony flipped through the book, scanning the color pictures. Wedged between two images of Mia St. John doing battle in a bright pink outfit, was a folded sheet of paper. As Tony reached for it, the sheet dropped out to his feet. Picking it up, Tony read inside.
"SLEEP TIGHT" was written in neat feminine script, the "i" dotted with a red heart.
Tony smelled, faintly at first, a scent that reminded him of a dentist's office. The smell became universal and he heard a girlish laugh and Tony was on the carpet, fast asleep.

Tony dreamed he was in a boxing match with Wonder Woman.
"I need a mate, Tony!" The Amazon princess declared as she worked Tony over. "And you are it!"
Wonder Woman was all Tony wanted her to be: strong, sexy, aggressive, with big tits. And long shinny black hair. An entranced Tony was beaten thoroughly until Wonder Woman landed a straight right to his face. Tony was slumped on the ropes. He slept contentedly at the feet of the mythic Princess.

"Tony? Towneee...!?"
The sweet voice swam down to Tony as he emerged from sleep.
"Yeah...I'm Tony..."
The black blur knelt in front of him focused into an athletic woman wearing tight black boxing trunks and tank top. And a white leather eye mask tied behind a head of silky, raven colored hair.
"How long?"
"Awhile." she answered.
"Where am I?" The sleep was clearing away from Tony's voice.
"My basement gym...there, all done!"
Tony looked down and saw a pair of red boxing gloves tied to his hands. Then he realized he was wearing blue boxing trunks and no shirt. He quickly took in that he and the young lady occupied a boxing ring.
"We're going to fight, Tony!"
"Why? Who are you?"
"Because I want to hit you! I'm Mara, short for Maravella. Get up, boy!"
As he rose, Tony couldn't not notice hoe great Mara's ass and legs looked in her shorts. Mara gave him a smile that said: "Like the leg show?" as she pulled on her boxing gloves.
In the opening minutes, the couple circled each other. While Mara threw punches with flirty enthusiasm, Tony wanted to hit back, but felt reticent to hit a woman.
Then Mara decked him.
Tony sat on the canvas enraged and confused. Mara was laughing out loud.
Tony stalked after his opponent, but Mara slipped out of range of his fists, creating plenty of opportunities to tease her captive.
"I kidnapped you! I'm beating you so hard you're ready to cum and you don't know what I look like! Chump!"
The last word pulled a trigger in Tony and his fists hammered Mara's flat belly. Her gasp was cut short by an impulsive right hook that tagged her jaw. Falling sideways, Mara was completely disoriented, allowing Tony a chance to pursue. He slugged her in the midsection and followed through with an upper cut.
Tony watched Mara's eyes roll up with exquisite slowness behind her mask and a jolt of gratification
went through him.
"Ah..ha..ha.." whispered Mara as he mouth fell open and she dropped heavily to the canvas.
Tony checked her pulse as he counted to ten to himself. Searching the ring area, Tony spotted the open doorway that revealed a small bed. Lifting Mara carefully, Mara carried her out between the ropes and laid her on the bed.
Removing Mara's gloves, he lifted the front waistband of her black trunks as he had seen done to a koed female boxer on TV. Quickly he pulled off her tank top and sports bra. Tony caressed Mara's breasts, his fingers moving gently over the smooth white skin. Putting his hand to Mara's eye mask, Tony stopped abruptly. He sat back, watching the knocked out girl, naked besides her panties and mask, with awe and desire.
Tony waited.

Mara sighed a few times before waking up. She knew she'd been knocked out cold. Feeling that her under pant and eye mask had not been moved confirmed the guess she made about Tony.
"You okay, Mara?" asked Tony, with actual tenderness in his voice.
"Fine," Mara sat up on her elbows. "You were a gentleman, Tony. I'm impressed. But I figured you for one."
She moved closer to Tony and they kissed. When Mara started to untie her mask, Anthony stopped her.
"Okay, Tony. Sure..."
Tony pulled off Mara's panties and worship fully kissed her pussy. Mara hardly needed the stimulus, but she let Tony go where nature lead.

Many hours later Tony woke up with his face on Mara's stomach. Mara played with his hair like a pet owner stroking a faithful dog. The lassitude of complete satisfaction laced both their bodies and it took a few minutes for Mara to get out of bed and go to one of her drawers. "What's up?" asked Tony.
Mara took out a cell phone and strutted to Tony. "One more thing left..." Mara purred.
"Is that a cell phone?"
"Only on the outside. It's called a 'snoozer'. It sprays knock out gas!"
Tony wanted to protest, but he knew what was coming and he wanted it from Mara.
The masked girl pointed the snoozer at Tony and pressed "SEND." A stream of gas hit Tony in the face. Mara told her lover to "Sleep tight."
Tony thought about strawberry wine and landed on the bed fast asleep.

Tara stood in the back of the library, discretely having a cigarette. Smoking wasn't allowed so Tina had to keep an eye out for her supervisor or the numerous co-workers would have been delighted to turn her in.
Seeing a municipal van pull up, Tina turned her back to finish her cigarette.
Tina heard a "THUMPTH" and pain prickled through her skull. Tony caught Tina with one arm as she went down, while pocketed the black jack with the other. The blow had been light but effective. Tony quickly moved Tina to the van. Pulling open the back doors, Tony secured Tina on a mattress.
Tony parked in his garage and carried Tina to his bedroom. He made sure Tina was comfortable. Along with a thorn less rose, Tony left a pair of red boxing gloves by Tina's head. Tony settled in a chair and waited.

The Mama Bear

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


  

Monique

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

"What happened?" I asked.

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

"Oh yeah? She nearly broke my jaw!"

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

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

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

"Yep."

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

WHACK!!

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

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

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

BAM!!

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

Robin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will's Girls

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

WHAP!!

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

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



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

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

CHUMPH!!

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

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

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

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

"You read my love note?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BAP!!

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

Serena shook Will's shoulders playfully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Milla

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

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

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

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

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