All Comers

Mark was Veronica's third knock out that night. Their bout was shorter than the ones before it, a round and a half. With obvious pleasure, Veronica worked over the younger man throughout round one and sent him unconscious to the canvas at the start of the second.

Since her divorce the year before, Veronica held an all-comers mixed tournament in her backyard boxing ring on the last Friday of every month. She discovered her gift (and love) for fighting just before legally separating from her husband, Louis. He had returned, unannounced, to collect items he said were his. A fight erupted when Veronica disagreed.

When Louis spat a threat at his estranged wife, Veronica felt her arm surge upward and then saw Louis slump into the recliner, nearly toppling it over. When the chair lurched forward, it cradled Louis, out cold and heaped in the cushions. Veronica's eyes widened and her heart galloped.

Rapidly, Veronica learned to box and then established her own Friday night fights. At first, local men crowded her backyard, dying to watch the newly available Veronica shake her 36 DDs and incredible gams in the ring. More than a few were looking to get laid. The crowds thinned when male opponents were carried out of the ring by Veronica and Jenny Sussex, the ref, to regain their senses on mattresses arranged near the ring. Or on a EMT's gurney as one local husband experienced.

Mark heard about Veronica's, or as he knew her Mrs. Mitchell his long ago baby sitter's, tournaments when he came home from university. In his memory, Veronica was the youngest member of a female trio that include his mother and a neighbor named Joyce. Veronica watched Mark until he was 13 whenever his parents went out.

When his mother wasn't present, Veronica would flirtingly ask teenage Mark about school and girlfriends, while Joyce smiled affectionately at Mark, reaffirming Veronica's predictions about his future.

A giddy energy filled Veronica on seeing Mark climb into the ring as his predecessor was carried out.

"Mark, you've grown up!" Mark felt himself get aroused by Veronica's old flirty manner, carried by her sweet voice. "You're okay about boxing me?"

"I sure am, Mrs. Mitchell!" Mark answered.

"Veronica, sweetie!" She noticed Mark was eying her breasts and decided to knock him out early.

With the bell, Veronica came out slowly, fists raised as she gazed languidly at Mark, waiting to see what he'd try. When they were only inches apart, Veronica grinned intently and went to work.

Mark was startled by the deluge of punches that landed all over him. He had so concentrated on the erotic descriptions of he'd been given of Veronica in boxing gear that he didn't think about the bout itself. The loud echo of leather smacking his body filled the backyard, reminding Mark he had no idea how to box.

"You like this, Mark, having your old baby sitting beat you up!" Veronica asked, her fists bashing Mark like pistons. He could barely keep up with what was happening; his eyes darting from Veronica's body to his fists as they pummeled him. "Remember how I'd tuck you in at night. I think you loved me even back then!"

Through the haze filling his head, Mark recalled being 12 years old and eating dinner with Veronica, trying to look down her top. He saw her tits giggle in unison with each punch he took and got Veronica in a clinch. Mark's lips pressed against Veronica's soft chest. Veronica thrilled at the feeling and slugged Mark in the gut, doubling him over.

"Dirty boy!" she shouted. The upper cut that followed put Mark out on his feet. He stood baffled and dazed, horny for Veronica and fully aware she was about to finish him. The look of anticipation on her face aroused Mark and made him happy. Veronica's fist went back.

DING!

The end of the round bell rang. Veronica stepped back and Mark watched her ass cheeks peek out of her shorts as she strutted back to her corner. Jenny the Ref guided Mark back to his corner and asked him if he wanted to go on. Mark nodded yes. Jenny wasn't sure, but she knew the fight would be over very soon.

The bell rang. Mark stepped forward and directly into Veronica's left hook.

BAM!!!

Mark fell back into the ropes, barely awake. He stumbled forward and Veronica delivered a left-right to his head. Mark's vision scrambled and then blurred. Veronica gave him a hard gutshot. He moaned pitifully.

"You've wanted this for so long, Mark!" Veronica teased and landed an upper cut to his chin.

Mark saw beautiful colors. "I'm knocked out..." drifted through his brain as he fell to the canvas.

Mark felt his body relax into the warm darkness that had consumed him. Voices moved in and out of his sleeping brain, like delicate kisses from a lover. "The young one s are cute when they're out"..."Seven!" "Get up, Mark...dirty boy!" "TEN!" "Popped a circus tent!"

The words made Mark feel happy and he felt himself lifted. "Upstairs, Jenny..." was the last voice, Veronica's, he heard for a long while.

Mark came around in Veronica's bedroom. It took a few minutes for his head to clear. He saw Veronica seated on the bed by his side. "Hi Mark, have a nice nap?"

"Yeah..."

"Good. You're my new boyfriend, Mark!" Veronica declared and gave him a long kiss. "I choose one man from the guys I knock out to be my lover for the next month. And that's you, Mark!"

Veronica reached back and undid her black lace bra and lowered her tits to Mark's sore face. As their soothing softness brushed his face, Mark was glad her finished school when he did.