Miranda puts him to sleep

As usual, Miranda was just too obvious. Billy knew a punch was coming. But Miranda also knew that he was about to demonstrate ducking…

Ducking to evade a punch was all well and good, but… It didn’t work for every punch. Billy knew this. He also knew that Miranda had taken a particular liking to the uppercut, her self-stated “favorite punch”. The punch that sent a heavy wave of **** directly through your chin and into your brain, instead of just knocking your head around and letting the momentum do that job. The punch that could topple just about anybody.

Landing one of those on him would be bad. Very bad. Would she try it…?

Billy hesitated. If Miranda threw an uppercut right now, he would duck right into it. Maybe he should just-

POW!

Billy had spent too long in his own head, second-guessing himself. Long enough that Miranda’s punch had finally come, and popped him in the face. Right on the tip of his pretty chin. It wasn’t even a fucking uppercut.

Her small fist bounced his head around, leaving Billy with a shocked expression over the fact that he hadn’t seen it coming. Miranda had one too.

“I got your chin again!” she marveled, amazed she had landed that. She must have been getting better!

But Billy wasn’t listening. Her poppy little jab had sent him staggering, groggy as fuck. Through hazy vision, he saw Miranda preparing for another, and this time, he didn’t hesitate.

Billy ducked as fast as he could as Miranda swung for the fences. Billy knew he couldn’t take another punch from her, as shameful as it was to admit. And Miranda really was throwing everything she had into this.

She knew how good he was - how much of a legend. She knew she had to try her very hardest to get a good hit in. Which is why she was so surprised when she caught him on the chin, again, with her nooby uppercut.

Billy had ducked right into the blow, amplifying the **** of Miranda’s glove into an absolute kingslayer. Between her effort, his assistance, and the loaded gloves, he was finished. All that **** added up and sending powerful waves and ripples right up through his chin, vibrating his brain just right.

“O-Oh!” Billy jolted, stumbled back two steps, and collapsed, tumbling over himself. Barely a second after the massive WHACK that had sunk him, Billy fell to the ground in a messy heap.

THUNK!

Miranda pulled her fist back, totally surprised, as Billy’s knees buckled and gave way beneath him. Her strong, charismatic athlete cousin dropped uselessly to the floor right in front of her. Laid out limply at the nerdy girl’s feet, sprawled out ridiculously. She had fucking decked him, and now after a heavy landing, he was laying spread-eagled on his back.

“That was your chin!” Miranda was in awe. “That was your chin AGAIN! That was your unprotected weak spot!”

Billy didn’t respond. He couldn’t. Not anymore. This was over.

Miranda couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Where was his championship dodging he was talking about?

“Oh my god! I just-“ Miranda reached up to cover her mouth with the K.O. glove, quietly laughing behind the hand that had just ripped Billy’s consciousness out of his strong body. “What HAPPENED to you? I just laid you out…”

Goodness… That looked so silly. His shocked expression was hilarious! And now, he was just… Lying there! Hah!

Miranda felt great, but she half-thought that Billy was just messing around and acting like she’d landed a good hit, to make her feel more confident. That was what this whole thing was about, right? Making her feel more confident? But as time slowly passed, and Billy just kept laying there, Miranda grew less certain. Worry began to set in.

“Umm… Billy?” Miranda asked, when she saw that he wasn’t getting up. “Billy? Are you okay?”

He wasn’t moving. Actually, that wasn’t quite true, he might have just twitched. But he wasn’t getting up. He was just laying there, spread-eagled on his back like he was opening himself up to the gods. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Miranda mused. Then, she gasped.

Wait! Was he…?

“Billy? Are you okay down there…?”

Miranda cautiously approached her fallen instructor, as if he might jump back to life and box her at any moment. But he didn’t stir. Miranda gasped again as she reached his side, and saw that his jaw was hanging open dumbly, and his eyes were rolled all the way up in his head.

“What the…” she whispered in a breath. “You’re faking… Right? Joke’s o-over, Billy… I know I didn’t really just…”

Her voice trailed off. Miranda gulped. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Still, she tried once more to finish the thought.

“…Just… Put you to…”

Miranda’s mouth dried up. Feeling strangely nervous, she pulled off her heavy gloves and knelt beside Billy. Putting her hands under his arms, she tried to lift him into a sitting position with much effort. All of that athletic muscle made him heavy for a girl like Miranda. Too heavy, as he slipped from her grip and bounced off the floor again.

The motion of dropping him onto his back saw him obviously limp, flopping like a fish - a sure sign of a KO. If he was faking, he was doing a very good job.

But more likely… He wasn’t.

Holy shit. A voice in Miranda’s head told her - you just beat his ass. That punch just put him to SLEEP!

The clever girl gasped as a new sensation washed over her, legs wriggling with sudden pleasure. Was it real? Oh goodness… How hard did she hit him? This had never happened before. He had never lost. He was… He was the best at this. Was he really just…?

Miranda gulped. There was no denying it. Her fearsome, powerful boxer of a cousin… Just got knocked out. One punch on him, and Miranda put his lights out. Nerd or not.

It was his first defeat. And it was all Miranda’s. Her uppercut had sunk Billy’s indomitable chin. His championship run was over. Coming to a quiet, private, ignoble end. A humiliation. His legacy had just been forever tarnished, because Miranda had hit him just a bit too hard.

“I… I knocked you…” Miranda stammered. She struggled to even get the words out. How could this be? But it was. “…Oh my goodness…”

Miranda was in awe. Her mouth was dry, and her little heart was fluttering in her chest - a mix of excitement, pride, and total surprise.

“B-But… That was so… Easy…?”

She stood totally still, staring down at her comically sprawled boxing champ cousin. As if waiting for him to move. Slowly processing that, actually, he wasn’t going to. She’d really done it. Miranda had just knocked Billy out.

What did she do now? Was she supposed to wake him up? Miranda considered this as she bit her lip and stared down at his blank, sleeping face. She rubbed her thighs together, dragging them across her excited labia while she stared silently at him, thinking.

There was a pause. Then Miranda bent down, made a fist, and pressed it against Billy’s chin. Pushing her middle knuckle into the spot that had slept him.

“I wonder what happens if I just…” she spoke, slowly. Testingly.

Miranda slowly twisted her fist, grinding the knuckle in. Right into that spot on his chin that had put him to sleep. All of a sudden, a jolt of pleasure ran through her pussy, forcing the intelligent young woman to gasp involuntarily. Her twisting fist stopped as she let the pleasure run through her body in the form of a shudder, falling to her knees beside his spread-eagled body.

“Oh… That feels good… I…” Miranda gulped. She looked up at the door, cautiously.

Heather still wasn’t back yet. So, breath coming faster, Miranda turned back to Billy’s defeated, muscular, sleeping form. Eyes rolled up. A felled giant. Building her courage, Miranda closed her eyes… and leaned in. Bringing her lips to his and kissing him.

Her heart was pounding now. In the moment, she barely even thought about what she was doing. She just… Did it.

It was her first kiss. It was so wrong. But, as she pressed her lips harder to her defeated cousin’s, it just felt so right. Her switch flipped.

Growing more daring, Miranda pushed past his lips to bring out his tongue. Taking it into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue, moaning into his mouth as her noob kissing technique made her hotter and hotter.

He wasn’t moving, but she could feel his gentle, steady breath against her lips. The breathing of a felled champion. Miranda couldn’t hold back her squeal of glee.

In a giddy haze, she pulled back and started laying sloppy, **** kisses on his lips, chasing more of that high. This was her big, strong boxer cousin. Sound asleep. Limp. Fucking ****. And he was getting his sleepy lips kissed. His sleepy chin...

Shifting her attention lower, Miranda began pressing her soft lips to it, as if in thanks. As if thanking his chin for getting put to sleep so easily. None of this would be possible without this cute little weak spot of his. Without that misplaced confidence in his unbreakable, invincible champion chin. Billy might have though he was big and strong, but clearly, his chin was on Miranda’s side.

She was mewling desperately as this passion overwhelmed her. Almost automatically, Miranda ran a hand down her body. She slipped it under her waistband and into her panties. A second joyful squeal escaped her, and she slipped a finger into her slutty hole - already dripping from the stimulation of the scene alone.

She was so excited, laying kiss upon kiss onto his **** boxer chin as she fingered herself. Her breathing grew hotter, and more frantic, the long-repressed slut in her coming out now. Now that she saw this big strong man - tucked into a nice, deep sleep by her own female fist.

The confidence boost sure did work. Learning to box had been a great idea.

Miranda’s fingers sped up, her delicate kisses growing sloppier and sloppier as her body’s energy and attention was all focused lower. Her intelligent brain dimmed as the passion overtook her.

She was just a nerd… Just a little, unpopular nerd… And she knocked him the f-fuh-fuhckk ou-outtt!!

With a final squeal, Miranda was cumming into her hand. Body frozen in mid-kiss, a deep, passionate moan escaped - her lips sending a small vibration through his chin while her legs twitched up a storm in the throes of an orgasm. Moaning right into the boxer her lips were pressed against.

Gasping, panting, and shaking. It took a full minute before Miranda gathered herself enough to unfreeze her locked-up body, with a deep, happy sigh. She lifted her head and gave one last deep kiss to the sleepy champion’s lips, before pulling away with a gasp. A strand of saliva connected their lips, then broke as she got too far away.

Miranda stared down at him once more, breathing heavy. He was still motionless. Limbs spread out and limp. But now, his face was covered in the evidence of her sloppy smooches. Between her ragged breaths, Miranda found it in herself to leave Billy with some parting words.

“I-I chinned you, Billy… Sweet d-dreams…”

This was… Fucking incredible. She felt like a superstar. How had she, the intelligent young lady, defeated the popular athlete? How fucking good was that punch?

She placed a fingertip on the point of his chin, and gave it a few lazy taps while she caught her breath. Goodness. Miranda was so happy. Her entire body was glowing.

There was no honor in this defeat. His elite boxing had been put to the test, and come up short. Better yet, she realized as she knelt beside him, beaming with pride - Miranda felt like she hadn’t just beaten Billy, but Anna too. Like she had gotten a leg up on her irritating academic rival by sleeping the girl’s older brother. Putting the muscular boy out cold with a shocking, unexpected punch. If Anna was here, she no doubt would’ve been stunned speechless for once.

What a way to boost a girl’s confidence.