A Three Way

Pearl was the only member of the Amazonia Boxing Club with a personal assistant. The assistant's name was Ruby, a diminutive, raven haired girl, who had been with Perl since her employer was a professional fighter. When Ruby was alone with Pearl, she addressed the fighter as "Mistress."
Ruby was in Pearl's corner, watching her take apart Jerry. A knockout was certain and Judy waited with anticipation.
A left-right combination put Jerry out on his feet. Ruby couldn't stop chuckling at the male boxer, his eyes wide and glassy, arms dangling. Pearl danced a few steps away from Jerry to inspect the damage.
Yes! she thought. The pussy muncher is ready to go!
Ruby winced at Pearl's hash right upper cut. Jerry went out cold, but remained standing for a few seconds. Jerry almost struck Pearl as he went to the canvas.
"What now, Mistress?" Ruby asked when Pearl returned to her corner as ordered by Emma the Ref.
"I'll give Jerry a few days to recover," Pearl said. "He's at the top of my list."
"Why?" asked Ruby, already gently toweling Pearl's back and shoulders. "Jerry is cute the way I like them.
"Ten! You're out!" shouted Emma the Ref, waving Pearl back to her. Raising the winner's right fist in the air was washed in cheers from the all female audience. "What a Man" by Salt-n-Pepa echoed through the gym while Desiree and Cathy lifted Jerry from the canvas and carried him to the recovery room.
Pearl watched happily.

Despite a string of ring victories, Pearl stopped boxing at age thirty-two. The explanation she gave was that her body was telling her to stop. That was untrue. Pearl had become bored with fighting other women. Some of them offered actual challenges, but Pearl admitted to craving mixed matches. Ruby put her on to the Amazonia, where Ruby was dating one of the members.
Quickly Pearl developed a reputation for destroying male challengers. Though she had sex with her victims after every defeat, Pearl was not very popular among the men. They felt they were categorized by Pearl by their capacity to fight and fuck.

The next Saturday night Pearl spent with Jerry. Pearl's fantastic body and relentless desire for orgasms left Jerry uninterested in how, actually, she felt about him.
He was deep in exhausted sleep at 8 a.m. when Ruby entered the bedroom to wake Pearl.
"Are you already up, Mistress?" asked Ruby, setting on the bedside table a plate of grapefruit halves.
"Yes!" Pearl turned and smiled at Ruby. "I was just reviewing how last night went."
Ignoring Jerry's soft snoring, Pearl dug into her breakfast with a spoon.
"And our guest?" Ruby inquired.
"When Jerry wakes up, cook him whatever he wants."
Ruby glanced at the young man, the same look of serenity on his face as he had sprawled in the boxing ring.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, Ruby?"
"Can I be...friends with Jerry...?"
A short laugh caused Pearl to spit some of the grapefruit pulp. "I can't see why not. The sex was great, so he'll make you very happy. But I plan on keeping him for the rest of the month or more."
Ruby's gaze was still fixed on Jerry. "Ruby, have you fallen in love?"
"No...Mistress..."
"Good!"
Pearl climbed from bed, slipping her arms into the sleeves of the white cotton bath robe her assistant held open. With total confidence, Pearl strode into the walk in closet to put on her work out cloths.

 

Ruby could be aggressive with men, but she waited until Pearl had gone to Denver to see her mother and sisters to move on Jerry. He had barely seen the personal assistant during the weekend fling. Ruby was friendly and made a perfect spinach omelette for Jerry, but stayed mostly out of sight. Jerry thought she was a helpful mouse.
Naked on his bed, Ruby was more beautiful to Jerry than any women he'd had at the Amazonia. The way her breasts rose like small, perfectly round hills from Ruby's chest aroused her new lover massively. He couldn't stop kissing and caressing them between orgasms.
"You can adore them as much as you want...next time!" promised Ruby as she collected her cloths from the bedroom floor.
"Yeah!' Jerry sighed. "Next time."
Ruby and Jerry continued fucking weeks after Pearl came home from Denver. The personal assistant was ready to do her job immediately, but Jerry seemed to vanish. Most of Pearl's phone calls to him went to voice mail and the response to text messages were vague: "Going out of town on business." and "Have to see my Dad at the senior home."
At the realization that Jerry had another bed partner, Pearl consulted her friends at the Amazonia to find out who.

"You're not in love with him, are you?!"
Ruby felt the anger and shock in Mistress's question, but she held to her truth.
"Yes, I am...Mistress...."
"You know there are a dozen men at the Amazonia alone who would be glad to have you?"
"But I love Jerry!" insisted Ruby. "I love how he makes me feel!"
"I love his cock, too! That's why I'm angry with you, Ruby!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't help how I feel."
"You're fired!"
Ruby was silent for a minute. "I never meant to hurt you, Mistress."
"Well, I intend to hurt you!"

A lot of men showed up for the Ruby and Pearl grudge match. They hoped Pearl would get decked. Jerry wasn't there.
"It's between those two," he explained to his friend Sam the day before the bout.
Pearl was surprised at how Ruby looked in her boxing gear, the first time she'd ever seen her this way. And Ruby was possessed in the ring by what she lacked outside: presence.
That's why Jerry wants to keep on fucking you, Pearl decided as punches exploded between them. We'll see how much you get laid in a hospital bed.
As the rounds rolled by, Pearl ramped up her efforts to physically hurt Ruby. The younger woman went down hard in round five, siting on her ass, dazed, wanting to get up as she listened to Emma the Ref call out numbers. The bell saved Ruby at "SEVEN."
Punches barraged Ruby after the next bell. A deliberately harsh right hook exploded on her jaw. Ruby stumbled, confused about where reality had gone to.
"Mistress...you...hurt..." Ruby mumbled and plummeted into the ropes.
Eyes already shut and limbs slack, Ruby tumbled downward. When the canvas halted her descent, Ruby sighed and her head rested on the middle rope.

"I shouldn't even bother," grumbled Emma the Ref at Pearl. "You're girl's spark out cold!"
"What!?"
Pearl snapped out the ecstasy of beating on Ruby.
"You knocked her out just like you did Jerry!" Emma the Ref answered and began the ten count over the fallen fighter.
Terror washed through the victor and worsened with each number of the count.
"Ten! You're out!" Emma the Ref was half way through raising Pearl's fist in victory, when the boxer broke from her grasp and threw herself next to Ruby.
"Ruby! Ruby! Can you hear me?! Wake up!"
Pearl resisted Emma's hand as it tried to pull her away from the unconscious woman. Voices, male and female, were telling Pearl to move away, but they were blotted out by Pearl's exclamations of love. Pearl was desperate until Desiree waved smelling salts under Ruby's nose and the sleeping fighter bolted upright.
"Uh...What....I...no..." Ruby mumbled.
Pearl reassured Ruby that everything was okay and helped carry the groggy young woman to the recovery room.

The Blond Boxer

Their first bout was brief, especially for Matt. He couldn't remember most of it.
Jackie had joined the Amazonia Boxing Club a year after Matt, sponsored by one of the senior partners in her law firm. She was feeling her way through the men at the Amazonia, figuring out who was and was not an asshole. Feeling more than sure about Matt, Jackie accepted his challenge.
As Emma the Ref motioned them to touch gloves, Matt appraised the panther-like stride of the tall amazon. Not bad, he thought. We'll see what happens.

"What happens" occurred in round four. Jackie put a hay maker on the side of Matt's head.
"FUCK..." was Matt's last thought as reality disappeared. He was aware he'd just been knocked out and let the instant of release fill him as he went out.

Jackie knew what Matt was looking for when he asked for a rematch. He didn't make a demand. Matt displayed no anger at being punched out by a woman. He talked in a playful manner and Jackie caught him glancing more than once at her thighs while they stood in the gym. Jackie was smiling when she eventually agreed.
They were alone in a private ring this time, no Emma the Ref to officiate. Jackie wore invitingly lose, high cut gym shorts, the type that she correctly calculated would give Matt wood. The close fitting white top hugged her breasts, especially her hard nipples.
As they circled each other in round one, Jackie mulled over a nut shot at the pivotal moment and instantly dismissed the idea. Already she was considering sex with Matt.
In the rounds that followed, Jackie was methodical, almost lackadaisical about beating up Matt. His counter punches were never as hard and precise as Jackie's. At round six, Jackie was through with her opponent.
Two fists hammered both sides of Matt's head. Through the explosions of multicolored stars, Matt saw Jackie's predatory grin, then her full breasts, and her thighs as he went out.

The punches rattled free a few short, erotic dreams in Matt's skull - Matt making love to Amelia, and then standing groggy and bruised in the ring with Jennifer Lopez, her fist poised to deliver the knockout. And finally Matt on his knees, giving a naked except for her boxing gloves Jackie cunny.
"You really creamed yourself, boy!"
Matt opened his eyes at the sound of Jackie's voice. She was knelt beside his prone body. "You've been out cold for ten minutes. You must have had some powerful wet dreams!"
Matt was confused and disappointed that what seemed so realistic was just a series of movies in his brain. Then he realized his cock was being stroked by Jackie's right hand.
"Yeah...ohhhh..may...be...!"
"I don't know if I'll get anymore out of you, Matt." Jackie admitted. "You came a lot while you were sleeping."
"I...I...." Matt burbled.
"Don't be embarrassed. I couldn't help wanting to explore."
Matt tried to speak, but Jackie was bringing him to climax.
"I want a rematch!" he said between gasps after firing cum on his thighs and Jackie's fingers.
"Of course, sweetheart!"
Jackie leaned in as if to kiss his smile, but pivoted downward to smooch his soaked erection.

Knowing what kind of mood Matt would be in, Jackie made him wait five minutes for the rematch to start. The top she wore this time was white to the point of transparency. Instead of loose gym shorts, Jackie had donned boxing trunks a size smaller than her usual.
"I am going to knock you stiff!" teased Jackie, raising her fists.
Matt pressed his own against them. "You already did!"
Both fighters laughed out loud and the match began.
As they traded punches, Jackie talked dirty to Matt, half hoping to increase the distraction she knew her body created.
Matt responded like a poker player, seeing Jackie and raising the promise of pleasure or inflicting a knockout.
"Oh, yeah, Matt? What would an orgasm from you feel like?"
"Like this."
Matt's fist went hard on the bottom of Jackie's jaw line. For a few seconds, reality burst in a million pieces, each hurtling in a different direction. Jackie ordered her legs to remain straight, but the message was cut off  and she fell ass first to the canvas.
"I'm...a good...girl...da…" Jackie murmured, her eyes drifting shut.

Matt forgot the ten count. Instead he gently dragged Jackie to the edge of the ring, resting the back of her head on the middle rope. Jackie's pretty face was passive, her lips partially open in a half-formed smile.
Jackie's legs spread in a demure "V" reminded Matt of his first girlfriend when he was eighteen.
Damn, Maura had legs just like that, he thought, slipping his hands under her shoulders and lifting firmly. Matt seated Jackie on the folding chair in her corner.
Thoughtfully he removed Jackie's trunks and panties. He first slowly caressed her pubic hair and labia and then kissed the unconscious girl.
Matt pressed his finger into the girl's vagina, stroking side to side in her clitoris. Jackie stirred in rhythm to the building climax. A loud, delighted groan escaped her throat, but Jackie was still out cold.
He kissed her a few time, calling her name affectionately, as he finger fucked her again. Jackie shouted as she burst back into reality with the second orgasm.
Blinking and gasping, the female boxer stared in amazement into Matt's eyes and then down at the hand he was running through her pubic hair.
"Asshole!" she exclaimed, yanking Matt into a kiss. His tongue made violent contact with Jackie's.
"Bastard! You fucking bastard!" Jackie screamed when they separated.
They kissed intermittently until Jackie's breathing slowed down. They rested their foreheads together.
"Pull my trunks up!!" she ordered. When she was able to stand o wobbly feet, with help from Matt, she added, "Get me to my dressing room!!"
Jackie let her spent body sag against Matt as they exited, his arm bracing her waist.

Natalie - A Comic Love Story

Like many outsiders who joined the Amazonia Boxing Club, Natalie was underestimated. By "outsiders" I don't mean people from the burbs out in Jersey. In Natalie's case the outsider was from Tennessee. She stood out with her honey-thick accent, outgoing demeanor and big tits. She wasn't exactly svelte like the local gym bunnies or as "lean and mean" as were members of The Cougar Clique. But she was far from overweight. "Curvy" was the word I'd use to describe Natalie, along with "aggressively blond."
"I like fighting men!" she declared to the group of guys who improvised a welcoming to the Amazonia for Natalie. "It's fun for you guys, too? Right? I love men!"
Including myself, one thought ricocheted among every male brain present: "I'm getting laid!"
Among the few women present, the mental consensus was "Bet you do!"
"Who wants to go first?" chirped Natalie.
Marcus stepped forward amidst everyone else's hesitation. "I'll take you on, sweetie!"
"Great! Over there!" Natalie pointed to the nearby, empty boxing ring.

In retrospect, I'm glad Marcus went first. He not only wanted to fuck Natalie as bad as the others, he wanted to knock her out cold. Marcus wasn't so stupid as to admit to this, but he enjoyed, deep down, putting threatening females down.
And seeing Natalie climb lady-like between the ropes, wearing blue trunks and a matching bikini top, Marcus must have thought he was going to deliver an easy KO.
I wonder if he thought that half way into round one as he lay senseless on his back. After Marcus was counted out by Emma the Ref, Natalie knelt by his head and gave him a kiss. Then, throwing her fists in the air, she bounced from the ring.

The next day, Brian ended up the same way- KOed and dreaming in round three. But Natalie liked him while they talked before the match, so her smiling eyes were the first thing Brian saw when he came around in the recovery room.
"Hey, sweetie! Feel okay?" Natalie whispered to him. "I knocked you out cold, so I feel great!"
Brian spent Saturday night at Natalie's place.

Roy went down that path. On his back on the canvas and on Natalie's bed. Then Natalie ran into a problem. Roy had a girlfriend named Jackie, who inclined to jealousy.
Jackie was bi and her interest at the time was in Roy. So Natalie wore a pair of cut off shorts, that showed a lot of thigh and ass to keep the angry girlfriend distracted.
The ploy worked. For the four rounds the bout lasted, Natalie fought close Jackie and got into plenty of clinches.
I watched from ringside as the country girl finished Jackie off. Natalie pinned her to ropes and punished her body. When she saw Jackie's defenses failing, Natalie laid her out with one hard punch.
Jackie went down on her back, eyes crossed, mouth hanging ajar, tongue peeking out between her teeth. But everyone, including Natalie could tell Jackie wasn't sleeping.
Stepping past Emma the Ref before she could start the ten count, Natalie straddled the semi-conscious fighter, resting her ass on Jackie's stomach.
"If you can hear me Kitty Puncher, let me say this! I'll fuck any man I want, as many times as I want! We clear?!"
Natalie held her right fist above her head. A soft, acquiescent moan came from Jackie.
BAP!
Jackie's face jerked toward the crowd around the ring. I saw her eyes flutter and then flutter shut. Natalie stepped away, allowing Emma the Ref to start the count.
"You like that, old man?" Natalie asked me, leaning her forearms on the top rope and leaning down. I ignored her smart remark.
"Hell, yeah!"
"That bitch is probably dreaming about eating me out," she joked. "Did you ever have her?"
"Yes, a while back."
"You know you remind me of..." Natalie stopped short when Emma the Ref said, "Winner by a knockout, Natalie McAdams!" and yanked the victor's right hand in the air. Roy and Desiree were already reviving Jackie. The female attendants rolled a gurney beside the still unconscious brunette.
"....my Daddy!" continued Natalie, looking back at me. "He and I were real close."
"We could be real close, too." I suggested.
"Ten rounds, KOs only?"
"Whenever you feel ready!"
We quickly made a date.
"Ever lose to a guy?" I asked as she climbed down from the ring. The question made Natalie stop short and glance at the still out cold Jackie being wheeled to the recovery room. "Ask her!"

As one of the Silver Foxes at the Amazonia, I drew a pretty good sized crowd. They were mostly under 35 females, many who were into older men. The balance were women my age, who cheered for Natalie.
"I can tell you're gonna be trouble!" Natalie purred to me, suggestively as we faced each other. "Big trouble, if you catch my drift."
"Sure do!"
Emma the Ref called out "Fight!"

No matter how much you want a woman, I've learned in my time at the Amazonia, never forget you're in a fight. I thought I was landing some effective punches, working Natalie's body with the object of slowly wearing her down. But I couldn't stop looking at her breasts.
I didn't feel the impact. Suddenly, I just wasn't there.
"FIVE!" interrupted my slumber, allowing me to watch Natalie's ass cheeks peeking from her foxy boxing trunks as she walked back to her corner, sure the match was over. I have to nail this woman!, I thought, blacking out again.

The next thing I saw was Emma the Ref, holding two fingers in my face.
"How many do you see?"
"Two...?"
"Yes, good."
"Did I get counted out?" I asked, between groans.
"The bell saved you." explained Emma."Can you go on?"
Natalie was grinning from across the ring, banging her gloves together loudly.
"Fuck yes!"

At the bell, I hauled myself up to take Natalie on again. I wasn't angry at being decked by a woman half my age. I was delirious in love.
I got aggressive, attacking Natalie from all sides. She seemed surprised that a male was getting the better of her in the ring. You could see the growing frustration in her eyes and the pout of her lips.
"Say good night to Papa!" I taunted, landing an upper cut to her chin.
Natalie went out instantly and her body collapsed like a deflating balloon. Emma's shout of "TEN!" was blotted out by screams from the females watching the bout. I was their new hero.
I helped carry Natalie to the recovery room.

The Jag

Atomic Girl was always an early riser, unlike Warren, who enjoyed sleeping in. Especially after spending the night with his new girlfriend. Atomic Girl was happy with a man for the first time in a long while.
She contemplated that fact as she showered and put on her outfit for the assignment she'd received the previous evening. As a senior agent with Justice Force, the female-lead crime fighting organization,
Atomic Girl (real name Cassandra Morel) was given important jobs like bringing in escaped super criminals such as The Jag, aka Lucas Mace.
"We have intel that Mace is in vicinity, preparing for a new heist," said Scarlet Vixen, Atomic Girl's direct supervisor. "I need you to bring him in before he can execute his plans."
Atomic Girl shuddered imperceptibly. That was a name she wasn't expecting to hear so soon.
"I have texted you the location of his hideout," Scarlet Vixen continued, unaware of the shock she just administered to one of her best operatives.
Two years ago, Atomic Girl had an unauthorized sexual affair with The Jag. From his beginnings as a forger, thief and counterfeiter, The Jag had moved into the illegal acquisition and resale of high end automobiles, especially Jaguars which got him his nickname. Atomic Girl was tasked with ending his operations.
Her first encounter with the darkly handsome, sophisticated super criminal ended with the pair making rapturous love in The Jag's penthouse For five months, the mismatched couple carried on a secret relationship, while Atomic Girl delayed arresting her new bed partner. Finally, the bite of  conscience was too harsh and she turned The Jag over to the authorities. He was sentenced to considerable time in jail.
Now The Jag was free.

The warehouse where The Jag reported to be was empty. Atomic Girl explored it carefully and found no evidence of habitation until she entered what used to be an office. An envelope, addressed to her, was propped up on a table. Inside the card was inscribed "Sweet dreams, my precious one!"
Lucas! was Atomic Girl's immediate thought. That was what he'd say to me when I'd fall asleep in his arms!
WHACK!
A neck chop, brutal and sudden, sent Atomic Girl staggering. A pair of strong, welcoming arms caught the crime fighter as she toppled.
Luuuu...caass...?" Atomic Girl sighed as darkness slipped into her eyes. Two more groans escaped her lips. Another strike to her neck finished her. The pain subsided and her body relaxed. Atomic Girl heard a female voice sneer, "Good girls are so stupid!" as she went into complete slumber.

Atomic Girl recovered slowly. When her vision finally cleared, The Jag stood before her.
"Cassie!? Cassie! Can you hear me?"
His voice, deep and strong, stirred inside Atomic Girl.
"Wha...wa...happened...?" the crime fighter muttered.
"The Jag clobbered you!" It was the same female voice Atomic Girl heard before she went under. "Just like you deserved!"
"None of that, Cat Girl, my love!" scolded The Jag, still looking into his former lover's eyes. "I apologize for this trap, Cassie, but we have unfinished business."
Lifting her hands to massage her sore neck, Atomic Girl discovered she was not only wearing red boxing gloves, but dressed in matching boxing gear. All three of them were in a boxing ring.
"Hey! Who the hell changed me out of my body suit?!"
"It was me," confessed The Jag. "I still can't completely trust Cat Girl around a vulnerable, unconscious female."
Cat Girl stepped out from behind The Jag and blew Atomic Girl an unwanted kiss.

"I really felt strongly about you, Cassie," The Jag continued. "And you betrayed and abandoned me over a rule book."
Atomic Girl glanced at Cat Girl, who stood smugly beside The Jag, fist on her hips. "You seem to have made out all right!"
Cat Girl let out a curt laugh. "Nothing would make me happier than to watch you get beat up!"
"And you, will my love!" The Jag looked intently at Atomic Girl. "Let's go, we have to settle matters!"
 "Fine!" Atomic Girl answered, standing up.
Anger drove Atomic Girl to engage with The Jag - anger at walking into an ambush, anger that Lucas and his bitch KOed her, and anger that he was sleeping with a tramp like Cat Girl.
"It's nap time, sweetheart!" declared The Jag, turning back to his corner, where Cat Girl tied on his boxing gloves.
"Fight!" she called out when he was ready.

The former lovers circled each other, aware of each others physical capabilities. Despite his lean body, The Jag hit hard and with precision. Attacking too soon would be a serious error, Atomic Girl knew. And they hesitated because they wanted to see each other before one of them went to the canvas, bruised and unconscious.
The Jag connected first, a right to Atomic Girl's head, which smarted. That received a sly look appreciation from his opponent and they both let their fists fly.

The male fighter asserted himself quickly, attacking where he knew Atomic Girl was weakest. She felt him targeting her midsection, trying to wear her down, saving the head shots for the knock out punch. Atomic Girl blocked and countered as her training and experience had taught her.
The Jag barely acknowledged the impact of Atomic Girl's fists, but she knew the longer they fought each other the hornier Lucas would become.
"Thinking of other things, Lucas?!" taunted Atomic Girl. "Be careful or I might put you out!"
The Jag's body suddenly came at her, arms swinging. One of his fists collided with her head and the lights went off. She knew she had been knocked out, so Atomic Girl settled into the warm sensation of falling through darkness.

For the few minutes Atomic Girl was out cold, she dreamt of Warren. There was something so strong and reassuring in this man she loved. It was the same quality that drew her to The Jag so long ago.
"Hey!...What's going on..." Atomic Girl groaned as she reentered the conscious world.
"My man knocked you out!" Cat Girl hissed as she untied The Jag's gloves.Atomic Girl forced herself to sit up.
"We're not finished here!" she said moving across the ring.
"We are finished here, Cassie!" The Jag said, turning to Atomic Girl. "My purpose was to humiliate you and I have. If you want to bring me to justice, just try it! But remember it was the man who knew you so well that laid you out!"
Atomic Girl spun The Jag around by his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. Their furious kiss lasted a minute. "Good night, asshole!" she spat and slugged The Jag dead on his jaw.
Instantly, his eyes snapped shut and went to the canvas unconscious.
"Now for you!" Atomic Girl exclaimed as she stepped over The Jag.
Cat Girl began a paniced retreat. "Now wait a second, none of this is my idea!"
Cat Girl quickly ran out of space and knew what the good girl was about to unleash. "You're getting upset over nothing!"
Cat Girl bumped against the ropes.
"Hey, what's one tiny knockout between us girls?"
"You're about to find out!" Atomic Girl said.
WHAM!
The punch spun Cat Girl in a half circle. She smiled at the glimmering lights exploding around her and landed next to The Jag. Atomic Girl glanced at The Jag and wanted him again. Then she thought about Warren at home and left her tormentors sprawled on the canvas.

Taken by Josee

I get off on boxing female body builders because I hope to heaven I'll get laid. Sometimes I have. Occasionally, I'll come around in the recovery room of the Amazonia Boxing Club and see The Look in my former opponent's eyes. You know it. The "Eager Predator" gleam that says: "We need to fuck now!"
Of course gloving up with a woman built like Josee, you can expect to be knocked out cold. She was a well developed girl in her late 20s, I guess, who had been boxing since she was eight years old and body building since fifteen.
I assume she heard about me from other women at the Amazonia, since she issued the challenge for a private, KOs only match, instead of the other way around. The emphasis Josee placed on "private" really got me stoked.

Josee stalked me in the ring from the start, pounding me whenever she felt the urge.
"I'm not KOing you yet!" she told me with a smile that illuminated her face. "I want you to have a chance to look me over. Give you something to dream about!"
I had looked her over  from the second Josee stepped through the ropes.

She had a slender waist that contrasted perfectly with her muscular thighs. Josee seemed to be looking into your soul with sharp brown eyes, that never revealed the conclusions she had come to. Her fists rested tentatively at her sides, ready to test how good a fighter an opponent was.
"I heard all about you  in the women's locker room!" Josee informed me as we exchanged punches. She was hitting me harder then in round one.
"Yeah?"
"The girls have a bunch of names for you."
WHAP! BAP!
Those red gloves hammered my face like pistons. "Dolomite, for one!"
BAM! SOCK!
I was dizzy from left-right combination Josee followed up with.
"Captain Marble!" she chuckled.
BAM! BAM!
Josee landed a body shot that took the wind from me and a right to my chin that put me in a daze.
"Mr. Five Hour Fuck!"
WHAM!
"And my favorite, 'Honey Stick' !"
POW!
That punch exploded on my jaw. Then I felt myself bounce off the ropes. I sank to the canvas, already slipping away to Dreamland.

Josee's lips pressed against mine. Her kiss was loving and seemed to last forever. I was barely aware that Josee's gloves batted the erection that made a tent in the front of my trunks.
"Oh, yeah! You're mine, boy!" I heard as I fell sideways into sleep.



When I emerged from blackness, I saw Josee's eyes probing me.
"Come on, wake up, Mr. Hammer Cock!" she whispered, coyly.
I was slumped in the folding chair in my corner, back resting on the turnbuckle. Groggy as I was, one thing was clear: the "Eager-Predator" look radiated from Josee's eyes.
Josee stood and began working down the black satin trunks she'd worn for the match, revealing the demure red panties that quickly fell to her ankles. Slowly stepping out the small pile of clothing, she abruptly kicked them across the ring.
I thought Josee wanted cunny. I would have dove in, face first, literally, if she hadn't turned around and bent over.
I was speechless.
Josee's fine, toned ass was a few inches from my face.
"Go ahead!" she told me loudly. "If you want some, you got to kiss some!"
I held back a moment and then my lips smacked her buttocks. When I felt the well developed gluts beneath the smooth brown skin I was powerfully aroused. I pressed the side of my face against her buttocks between smooches.
"That's right!...You know it!" Josee praised me. "Don't stop till I tell you to. Because when you're done back there, I'm gonna KNOCK...YOU...OUT!"
Finally, after five minutes of my adoration, Josee ordered me to my feet. "Monique was so right about you, you love muscle girls!"
The beautiful, half naked amazon slipped her right hand into a boxing glove.
"Like I promised, you're about to go out...and for a long while!" Josee cocked her arm back behind her waist. "You ready, pussy worshiper?"
WHAP!
The sound of leather smacking my chin echoed around the ring. I saw blackness and fell in love with Josee.

I awoke from the second knock out of the day in Josee's bedroom. She told me I'd slept through the thirty minute ride to her house.
"Look what I have for you!" asked Josee, gleefully.
I realized we were both naked just as Josee held up her iPhone and touched the screen. I suddenly saw my new lover and I boxing from more than an hour ago. Josee had secretly recorded everything!
I watched Josee kiss me after she knocked me out the first time. I gently fell forward when she slugged me the second time. Josee expertly went to one knee and I landed over her shoulder. Smiling into the camera, she carried me from the ring, a triumphant amazon.
Setting the cell phone aside, Josee mounted me.
"From now on, if you need any encouragement," she informed me. "I'll just show you that!"
My cock penetrated her effortlessly. "Not that you ever will...!"

The Dirty Boy

Gary had been on a tear for the last six months at the Amazonia Boxing Club, especially with the forty plus aged members of the Cougar Clique.
Anna, in fantastic shape at age fifty one, had Gary first. They fucked every night for a week before she moved on. Gary gave her the false impression of being heartbroken, guilting Anna into introducing him to Lynda.
Lynda challenged Gary to a private match at the Amamzonia, with her daughter Cleo along as referee.
By round five, Lynda was unconscious on the canvas. Her daughter was very happy to count her out and declare Gary the winner of the bout. A week later, they had a three way. Lynda had to fuck the man who knocked her cold. Cleo was infatuated with the man who clobbered her mother.

Veronica Mitchell had heard all the details about Gary's encounters with Anna and Lynda and knew instinctively what Gary was after. So she challenged him to a KOs only match.
His appeal was obvious to Veronica. The well built, handsome, black haired graduate student was always poised and ready - either to fight or make love.

Veronica came out swinging in round one, which gratified her opponent because he enjoyed women who were looking for a fight. Punches flew between the two boxers. Veronica seemed to flinch each time a glove connected with her head or torso, getting Gary more and more excited.
This one wants to get laid so bad!, Veronica told herself in the third round. Gary had become increasingly aggressive, trying deliberately to end the fight with a knockout. But Veronica always danced away just as he was piling on the effective blows.
"Know why I dared you to have this fight, Gary?" Veronica asked him. The pair were nearly on top of each other.
"Why?" he responded, blocking Veronica's right.
"I have something I need to tell you! It's really important!"
She hammered Gary twice directly in the face. He fired back with two jabs of his own. "Yeah? What?"
"Gary," she started, smiling evilly. "I'm your mother!"
"What!?"
An electric shock locked him in place.
WHAP!!
An upper cut exploded on Gary's chin. He didn't react at first, stunned by Veronica's punch and even more by what she had just revealed. Reality was slipping out from under the young boxer. He focused on Veronica's gorgeous tits. As a wave of pleasure rushed through his body, Gary went to the canvas, dreaming of the feel of Lynda's body.

For a few days, Gary wouldn't believe what Veronica had told him before putting out his lights.
The woman he wanted to fuck from the moment he saw her was his real mother? The fact that his desire for Veronica had only increased since their match didn't upset Gary. It stoked his lust even more.
"You're not really my mother!' Gary asserted to Veronica. They both sat in the living room of Gary's apartment. "You just sucker punched me to win the match."
Veronica ran her fingers down the side of Gary's cheek and gave him a long kiss. "You see, Gary, I had you when I was very young, just out of high school. I had to give you up. I couldn't be your mother...then..."
Veronica drew even closer to Gary, who stammered, "I look just like my father..."
"There were so many men back then...I sort of lost track..."
No! No! Gary thought as his hands undid the buttons on Veronica's blouse. After pushing it from her shoulders, he kissed her bare breasts, enjoying the smoothness of the flesh. He wanted to stop even as they kissed a second time. But when their tongues began dancing, Gary surrendered.
"It's okay, Gary, you can't help it!" Veronica murmured as they moved to his bedroom. "You're the Dirty Boy I knew you would be!"
They spent the afternoon in each others arms. Gary didn't think about what he was doing, about what line he had crossed. He concentrated on the body that he rolled between the sheets with, the slender, powerful body that often pinned him beneath it. This was the most pleasurable experience of his life.

Gary was stirred awake by Veronica's voice calling his name. She wore her tight blue jeans, but her ample chest was still bare.
"I've got to go, Gary!"
"What!? Why?"
Gary never wanted Veronica to leave
"Because I'm done here," Veronica explained, pulling on her blouse.
"But...but...you're my moth..."
Veronica gave her former bed partner a cynical stare.
"I'm not really your mother, idiot!"
Heartbreak drained all the post coital bliss Gary was feeling.
"Everyone at the Amazonia calls you 'Cougar Bait'! You can't get enough of over forty women. I just told you what you were dying to hear!"
Veronica authoritatively fastened the last button on her blouse.
"And I'm glad I did that, because you REALLY delivered the orgasms....Mommy's Dirty Boy!"
Gary leapt at Veronica with unthinking anger. Her right fist hooked on his chin, knocking the young man out cold. Gary flopped on the mattress like a discarded rag doll.
"Dirty Boy wanted to fight Mommy?" she taunted the unconscious male in a mock maternal voice.

 

 

Monica's Fight

 

That bastard put me out! was Monica's first complete thought when she saw Emma the Ref raising Will's right hand in the air, announcing his victory.

Monica's body refused to move, so her seconds, Louis and Kaylee, helped her sit up. Monica was still seeing stars.

"What...happened..." Monica asked Louis.

"You got decked!" answered Louis.

Monica was trying to stand on wobbly legs, supported by her two friends.

"Will got in some good, lucky shots and you were gone," Kaylee added.

Those last moments trickled into Monica's consciousness. The challenge match between Will and herself was near the end of the round five. Both were evenly skilled fighters, but Will landed a sudden left-right combination and finished with an upper cut. The first two punches dazed the female boxer. The last blow made her sleep.

"This was too early, I told you!" Kaylee was speaking what she and Louis knew was true. Louis had begun unlacing Monica's gloves the moment she sat down in her corner.

"I never even saw it!" Monica insisted, unheeding of Kaylee.

Louis stopped removing the bandages from her hands. "And that's because you weren't ready to fight Will! I've known him for five years and that's four and half more years training and experience than you have."

Louis went silent for a minute, cutting away the rest of the wrappings. "I'm sorry about this, Monica..."

When they first met at the Amazonia Boxing Club, Monica was immediately impressed by how good a boxer Louis was,as he sparred with Kaylee. But Monica held back her emotions until she felt she could trust Louis. When she finally relented and took him to bed, their love making cleaved her soul.
A new energy erupted in Monica. In her following bouts, three of her opponents were knocked out cold and had to be carried from the ring. A male adversary was next.


Despite Louis and Kaylee's objections, Monica publicly challenged Will.


Monica threw herself back into training- running, sparing, rope work. At first Louis was impressed. And then Monica told him why she was working so hard.
"I'm taking Will on in a rematch," she told him one night in bed. "And I'm going to win."
"Will knows better, he'll tell you 'No'," suggested Louis, hopefully.
"I already spoke to him about it, he said whenever I was ready."
"Christ, you are serious!"
 "I am."
"Don't do this. Will is a seasoned fighter."
"And I'm not?" Monica demanded.
"Not yet! You're getting there, for sure. But not right now!"
Louis leaned toward Monica, first tentatively and then strongly, kissing her. His hands gently moved over her bare thighs and under panties. Returning Louis' kisses, Monica was consumed by arousal.
"Okay, no!" blurted Monica, rolling out of Louis' embrace.
"You're fucking joking!" he blurted in return, as exasperated as Monica had been insistent.
"No."
"How long until the fight!?"
"Just a month." Monica read the distress in Louis. "I'm sorry, I don't like doing this. You know our time with each other is special to me!"
Louis' face was a blank.
"I need to win this fight!"
"No, you don't!" Louis insisted and abruptly turned his back to Monica.


Self-denial was hard on Monica, also. Continual training with Kaylee burned off some of the pent up energy, but not enough. Monica's opponents in three matches, Jasmine, Cathy, and Karen, were left bruised and unconscious on the canvas.

"This won't last much longer. The match is the first of next month." Kaylee told Louis, while they both watched Monica punish a heavy bag with gloved fists.
"Yes, I know."
Kaylee knew Louis was unsettled, even as he watched his girlfriend become a better fighter. She suspected he was jealous of Monica's transformation, though he would never admit that. Monica had been a good friend to Kaylee during and after Kaylee's divorce and Kaylee had always liked Louis.
They should not split up over this, Kaylee decided.


"What are you doing on Saturday?" she asked Louis, knowing the answer already.
"Nothing. Monica's going to see her sister in Scotch Plains."
"Come over to my place for lunch...we'll have a beer after."
Louis shot a look of surprise at his friend. "Of course."
Monica might have seen Kaylee affectionately stroke her boyfriend's arm, but she was concentrating too hard.
Louis understood that Kaylee was being a friend and it would only be one night. He always admired Kaylee's ass.

Will figured the rematch was personal. That Monica hated him over the knockout he gave her. Now, watching Monica in her corner, he understood that she was trying to prove herself. Did Louis grasp that?, he wondered as Emma the Ref waved them to the center of the ring. No, he loves her too much.
"Are the rules clear?" asked Emma. Monica nodded quickly.
Will disregarded the question. "Monica, what are you trying to prove?"
Monica felt like she'd been stabbed.
"And who are you trying to prove it to?"
Will walked back to his corner before Monica could answer.

The first two rounds slipped by quickly. Will aggressively engaged the female fighter, keeping her on the defensive, but not doing any real damage. He was testing Monica, as a master probes to see how much an apprentice has learned.
Monica struck hard in the rounds that followed. His battered face and belly taught Will that Monica had changed. Only his ring experience, that told him how a woman as determined and angry as his opponent was, allowed Will to control the battle.
"You've done well, Monica," he whispered to her in a deliberate clinch. "You fought very well!"
He hammered Monica's midsection three times, mercilessly.
"Sweet dreams, Monica!"
Will's right sent Monica sprawling onto the ropes. Before she could recollect her senses and defend herself, Monica took a shot to the button of her chin.
Standing flat footed, Monica heard nothing. The crowd of female spectators screaming for Will to finish her off, Louis and Kaylee's shouts - instantly obliterated. Monica began drifting to the canvas, struggling to stay up as her body turned with the grace and beauty of a ballerina. Warm, comforting blackness cushioned her impact.

Emma the Ref completed the ten count quickly. She was crowded by Louis and Kaylee before she even finished declaring Will's victory. Monica slumbered for three minutes in her boyfriend's arms, until smelling salts brought her back.