After graduation from Blake Mitchell University, Mark returned home and he wanted Veronica again. The previous summer, they had a fling after Veronica, the same age as his mother, knocked Mark out cold in a boxing match.
Over the past three years, Veronica conducted all comers mixed boxing matches in her backyard on the last Friday of every month. From the defeated males, and she knocked out every man who challenged her, Veronica would select a lover for the next thirty days.
Mark never forgot last August - almost continual sex with a horny older woman, who had generous breasts and powerful legs that he had jerked off to since he was thirteen. It all ended when Mark started his senior year in September and not even a new girl friend named Rosie could erase Veronica.
"I've got someone right now!' Veronica insisted to Mark. She was excited to see how taller he had become in one year.
"Yeah? Who?"
"Sam."
Mark wracked his brains for anyone in town by that name and decided it was some guy passing through.
"Be real, Veronica! There's nothing wrong with an unattached woman having two men."
Veronica noticed that Mark's eyes were still that shade of light blue that stirred her.
"Okay...sure!" she agreed, with sudden joy. "But how are you going to explain that black eye?"
"What black eye?"
WHAP!
Propelled by Veronica's straight right, Mark landed on the couch, out cold. As he dreamed of sex with Ariana Grande, Veronica carried him into her bedroom.
Mark fucked Veronica at every opportunity and avoided her house when his rival's pick up truck was parked outside.
Like Rosie at university, Veronica needed to get laid - a lot! Unlike his college girlfriend, Veronica didn't push her way into Mark's independent existence, trying to change him and tell him what to do. So when he wasn't with Veronica or hunting down a job, Mark would be out drinking with his friends, mostly at the Clam Sand Which Club.
One night at the Clam, Mark was approached in the parking lot by a beautiful, statuesque blond. He figured she was one of the dancers out for a smoke, maybe looking to turn a trick.
"Hey, there," Mark said with casual friendliness. "What's your name?"
The woman looked at Mark like a stalking tiger. "Sam. You're Mark, right?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
"I got Veronica to confess."
Mark gave a startled look, leaving himself wide open for a head shot.
Fists landed all over Mark for a half a minute that felt like thirty years. When Sam let up, Mark sagged against a parked car.
"My name is Samantha, got it?! If you go near Veronica again, I'll really fuck you up. Clear, Banana Dick?"
Mark could only nod his head. A right hook put Mark out completely. Mark wouldn't have to explain his now matching shiners.
"You know I knocked out every guy I took on?" Veronica began her explanation to Mark, a few days after he was released from the hospital. "Well, one night Samantha showed up out of nowhere and challenged me."
Despite the aching body, Mark could still recall the pleasures of last summer. "And...?"
"At first I figured she was a pissed off wife or girl friend. Samantha trounced me for two rounds. Then she put me out for five minutes!"
The pair were taking a break from making love for the last two hours.
"When I came to...I couldn't help it. I was in love with Samantha, the first person ever to defeat me in the ring."
She rolled over and kissed Mark. "I still like men and most of all you, sweetie. But I can't get Samantha out of my heart!"
Mark lovingly stroked Veronica's breasts. "Samantha is a trespasser and I'll settle things!"
The fight for Veronica was held at the Amazonia Boxing Club and it was "knock outs" only. Samantha insisted. As he watched his rival across the canvas, Mark reviewed what he'd learned about Samantha in the last week.
She and Veronica were completely in love and so Samantha rejected the suggestion that Veronica have separate relations with Mark.
"Never been with a man, ever," Veronica told Mark earlier. "Not even to find out if she liked them or not."
"Well, Samantha should realize not every woman is so..one track." Mark answered. "Why are you in love with such an obsessive?"
"I can't explain it," Veronica said. "She knocked me clean out and I woke up in love with her."
"Just like I woke in love with you?" Mark replied.
Yeah, decided Mark, as Emma the Ref waved the two fighters in for round one. I'll end this with one punch!
Moving forward, fists up, Samantha thought the same thing.
Veronica was at ringside, watching every moment of the battle. Her Amazonian lover had a full inch in height over Mark and a longer reach. Veronica stared at the punishment her male lover was taking, fascinated by how Samantha was preparing Mark for the knock out.
A round earlier, Samantha concentrated on Mark's body, draining his stamina. Now she proceeded like a surgeon, landing punches that incrementally nudged him into Dreamland. Veronica couldn't bare the arousal in her soul.
A merciless right to his midsection drove the air from Mark. His eyes widened and instantly began to close. Veronica knew he was losing consciousness.
WHAP!!
The from the waist upper cut shut off the lights in Mark's head. The all female audience screamed its approval when he impacted the canvas.
Veronica pounced into the ring when Emma the Ref called out "TEN! You're out!" and pulled Samantha into a long kiss.
The crowd now shouted "Samantha the Queen!" over and over as the victor scooped up Veronica in her arms and carried her from the ring, like a bridegroom on a wedding night.
