Carmen enters the world she was born to do - fight
by RNMEXGYM@aol.com
Brief informative true life reflections of my fighting life


please email questions and comments. I am not looking for opponents

Hi. A number of people have told me to write about my life experiences since
it is fairly interesting and perhaps inspiring to a few. It is odd in that I
am a fighter, yes a female fighter for a very long time, although that is not
how I would describe myself. I am a woman of Mexican heritage, a proud
American, a mother and then a kick ass fighter. To long for me to count, ha
ha. Well, maybe many wont find me interesting but lets see by your responses.

OK, here we go. My name is Carmen. I am 36 years old, live in southern
California and was born and raised in Brownsville, Texas. I am an RN and spent
3 years in the Air Force. My main interest since I was 4 years old has been
gymnastics. I have won a slew of awards over the years, was informally voted
the strongest gymnast in the country in my senior year in High School and won
a full scholarship to a college here in California. I now coach gymnastics for
my 2 children but stopped competing years ago. I have competed in amateur
bodybuilding contests in my 20s and 30s but enjoy fitness contests far more
and with my gymnastic background I do well. I am a little big for a gymnast at
57 but still weigh and have the same exact measurents as I did when I was 18
and thats after 2 children!! At 145 pounds of SOLID muscle I am 37C-27-34 with
14 inch biceps and 15 inch calf muscles and 19 inch thighs and am very very
very strong. Enough said about that. My mother is Mexican and my father was an
American. I was divorced but now remarried and I do sometimes have an affair
or two with both men and women and my husband, a California police officer,
knows I do this. No, he is not allowed the same freedom, ha ha.

OK, well, thats a lot about me for background at least. Might as well tell you
about my first fight and how I got into this whole thing. Oh, let me add that
I have never in my life had a street fight type of thing. I do not hang out in
bars or ever associate with those types of people. I was always the good
Catholic girl despite where I grew up and despite some of the things I did at
a younger age. I still consider myself a good Catholic girl. Youll never see
naked pictures of me or even provocative ones as I respect myself and my
children to much.

In High School I had a boyfriend who was a very nice young man. He and I
engaged in sexual activities from time to time , he was my first, and I
enjoyed it. He was 510 about 170, fairly athletic but I always knew I was
stronger then he was which was no big deal to me because of my
gymnastics.Frankly, countless number of times I was asked to lift this or move
that because people knew how strong I was because of gymnastics. I think he
knew it too but we never discussed it. Look, the fact is we gymnasts looked
more like bodybuilders than anything else is no secret. Anyway, this one day
we had a meet in Houston and were spending 3 days at a Hilton Hotel so he was
able to join me in my hotel room. Two other girls had their boyfriends come up
too. At 17 it was a very exciting thing to do. I won my event on the rings and
we both went for dinner with the rest of the team. After dinner we went up to
the room to enjoy ourselves further. Things got a little out of hand to
quickly and made me uncomfortable. He became way to aggressive with me . We
started to kiss and fondle each other even before we entered my room. I was
wearing my standard danceskin and sweatpants of my team. In moments he was
naked and he was tearing off my clothes and we were both very turned on and he
began groping me VS being romantic which is what I wanted. I told him to slow
down several times and then I just snapped in anger ( I do not have a bad
temper) and slapped him with all my might on his left cheek and his head
twisted to the right, I then slapped him with my backhand and knocked him and
his erection against the wall. I saw his eyes and they were tear filled and he
looked unsteady on his feet. It became very quiet in the room as he leaned
against the wall with a drop of blood appearing at the side of his mouth red
faced staring towards the floor as I stood there fully muscled and in full
control and still angry. Very angry! I told him to calm down but felt badly I
hurt him and walked closer to him to apologize since it was clear that those
two slaps not only knocked him backward but scared the crap out of him. Truth
is it scared me to in that seeing what damage I caused by just to slaps was
scary. It was the first time I ever slapped anyone. Truth is I felt slightly
turned on and also 1000x stronger than he. I walked over to him and put my
hands on his chest and asked him if he was OK but he would not make eye
contact. It was a very confusing and awkward few moments. After a little time
passed we were kissing again, or at least I was kissing him with my hands on
his chest and slowly pressing my muscular body into him and he started doing
the right thing but once again was squeezing my breasts to hard and pushing me
towards the bed. I pushed back hard and once again he was stuck against with
the wall with a crash and warned him to take it easy but he paid no attention
to me and started pushingme and feeling around to hard. I grabbed his two
hands pulled them down to the floor where he followed screaming in pain and
then took his two hands and PAINFULLY put them behind his back and HIGH behind
his back as I turned him over on to his stomach on the floor. He was screaming
to let him go and apologizing at the same time as his face was mashed into the
carpet. It was a very painful position to be in and I did it with ease. It was
surreal for me. First of all here I was naked on top of my boyfriend, totally
naked with the exception of my bra, seriously bending his arms with ease and
hearing him scream in pain which was very odd. Suddenly and out of nowhere and
a total shock to me at that age, his body begins to quiver and he is yelling
NO NO NO and his butt rises and falls I see him cuming on the carpet- and I
mean shooting more cum than I have even seen in my life! It was pumping out of
him. Even though he was lying on his chest the cum was oozing out of the side
as I held his arms in place!! I let go of his arms and jumped off him and his
arms still stayed in that position and he began to sob like I have never seen
before. I was standing over him in total shock thinking what the hell did I
just do? He still could not move his arms to their natural position because of
the hold I had him in was so solid and strong. I felt horrible so I eventually
kneeled next to him and tried to turn him over to talk but he resisted as much
as he could. At first rubbinghis back and apologizing for being so rough and
then, right or wrong, because I wanted to talk about this, I punched him in
his back several times and then he loosened up and I turned him over as he
continued to say NO NO NO and cried. I was very uncomfortable seeing him cry
and very confused about the whole scene. With his hands covering his penis and
cum all over the place, up his chest, all over his hands and tears flowing
from his eyes he asked to be left alone but I could not accept that. Still
naked, I straddled him and dried his eyes with my hands and I apologized to
him for hurting him. I apologized over and over again since I felt horrible.
In the Mexican culture the man is THE MAN and here I am stripping him of all
dignity. It was almost like talking to a baby. I calmed him down and I
explained how strong I was and that we both knew it, he shook his head yes to
that. He was still breathing hard and deep and he removed one hand and started
rubbing my powerful legs and abdominals and smiled through his tears and I
took his other hand and directed it towards my breasts. Again, surreal as we
were entering a new place for both of us but a place where we both belonged
although I was still very unsure. I looked down at him, the mess he was, and
he was staring up at me with this look in his eyes that I could not explain
but came to realize it was envy and acceptance of the facts of life. I felt
him getting aroused again and than did what I never did before to him which
was do a double bicep pose. I was never really a muscle poser before except in
private. I was getting very impressed with myself at that point but still felt
badly for him.Well, who knew, but that drove him crazy and I took his penis
and put it into my soaken wet vagina and had sex with him like I have never
had sex before. I am telling you, I forgot he was there for a while as I came
so strong and so long it was prophetic. By the time I came back to earth he
was pounding on my legs and abdominals and I could not feel a thing. I rode
him so hard I was hurting him again! I pinned his arms down with no resistance
from him and kept riding him until the second climax. It was awesome. The
sweat dripping down from my back gave me the tingles as it dried, my breasts
never felt that way before, I mean they felt bigger as they were inches from
his red face and the goo of his cum on his chest was still there and mashed
all over the place and I got some on my chest. I also knew, and he probably
did to, that he would never move his pinned arms unless I wanted that to
happen. He looked up at me and asked if he could feel my traps and I allowed
it and flexed and he was so gentle, then he asked if he could feel my chest
and again I allowed it and he was in awe or at least that was the look on his
face. I was in heaven. I did AB flexing and he moaned out loud and I loved it
and then did the left bicep pose and he reached up and traced it with his
fingers and was silent as I was.

I stayed on top of him as he began worshipping my body. This is something I
never experienced before. Rubbing the 8 pak of gymnastic muscles with the
sweat on my abdominals, Posing my 14 inch massive arms on top of him and
seeing his eyes lock into mine in envy was great. Getting nose to nose with
him asking him if he was OK was amazing knowing I could hurt him so easily.
Feeling his breath as my breasts were on his chest hearing him say beautiful
things and that look in his eyes was priceless. I even whispered back that I
was sorry for slapping him around and hurting him and as the tears filled his
eyes again he asked to be released. I got off him and sat next to him as he
was still lying in his own cum from when he came the first time. Sitting next
to him as he was staring at the muscles in my right arm in that sitting
position and then seeing his eyes flicker up to my eyes and then back to my
legs and back to my arms and then back to my eyes was just so beyond anything
I ever experienced it was amazing. He eventually sits up and tells me he is
going into the bathroom to clean up and I nodded yes. After a few moments I
stood up, still being confused about it all , and walked into the bathroom as
he was finishing up washing his hands. I was very comfortable being naked and
walking around the hotel room with him at that point whereas before I used to
cover up more. He then told me to get out as he had to take a piss- that was
his his quote- not liking the tone in his voice I simply asked if he could ask
nicer please. His response? He says, get the fuck out and well deal with who
can hurt who later and he pushed me by both shoulders. I was really shocked!
Two seconds ago I almost broke his arms and then had amazing sex and now he is
Mr. Macho again? I did not move an inch but pushed him back so hard he fell
into the bath tub and knocked down the shower curtain. I stood over him angry
and asked him if he wants me to break those two arms this time and again he
covers his eyes and starts sobbing and gets an erection. I could not believe I
was doing this!! And I mean sobbing. I swear I was so confused at 17 it was
crazy. I stood over him and watched in amazement with my hands on my hips.
Instinctively, I took his hand away from his face, which was not very easy
because he was quite humiliated and I sat in the tub next to him and put his
hand on his penis and with my hand on top of his started to rub it and he
blasted out another load of cum that was crazy. He tried to turn away in
embarrassment as this was happening but I would not let him by using my free
hand and getting him in a headlock. I dont why I did that except I wanted him
to see what I was seeing. This lasted what felt like forever and I eventually
sat next to him and cradled him like a baby in my chest as he sobbed a little
more and rubbed my arms and legs and complimented me. I forced him to take his
cum filled fingers and wipe it over his mouth and hair as I controlled his
hand by holding his wrist tightly. Again, I dont know why I did that but it
just felt right. Listening to him lick the cum off his fingers that first time
is something that is burnt into my memory forever. Sure his too. We sat there
for a long time, at least an hour talking or in his case listening to me more
than talking. Having him in that position, Mr. Macho, sucking and licking on
my breasts and fawning all over me was actually making me uncomfortable. I
felt bad for him I really did. I rubbed his head as he licked and sucked my
hard breasts and said nothing and sometimes moaned but in that room all you
heard was him sucking, licking and both of us moaning. I stood up and stood
over him as he got to his knees staying in the tub and he gave me oral- my
very first time receiving it.No words exchanged, I just stood there and he got
to his knees and did it. Him on his knees in the bathtub, hair filled with his
own cum and giving me a pleasure I looked forward to receiving someday was
unreal. I gave him oral a lot of times but never received it back. His arms
were still hurting since every time he moved them up to my abdominals and
breasts he said OUCH. That moment, when he was kneeling there made me feel
like super woman, like an adult, and to be fully honest, it felt like I have
arrived!! I pushed his head deeper into me as I climaxed and looked down at
him at that moment being controlled by just one hand seeing the veins in my
forearms and muscles in that right arm was pretty damn neat. Soon after we
went to bed.

Now this was only the third time I ever slept in the same bed with a guy, all
three with him by the way. But this was different based on what just happened.
I slept very little thinking based on what just transpired. I was very
confused and really did not know what to think or expect. At 3AM as I was
lying there I started to lightly tickle and massage my own muscular body
thinking of what I just did to him. I was drifting off and playing with my
nipples when he startled me by placing his hands over mine since I had no idea
he was up as well. He whispered how strong I was and how my muscles scared him
sometimes. This was truly like a dream for me. I was so tired, so confused and
here I was relaxed and being told things that were foreign to me. I felt his
erection on my left leg when he suddenly mounts me and TELLS me it is time for
intercourse. He used another word of course. I was not prepared for that and
was taken aback by his aggressive behavior again as he started to put his
penis inside me. I pushed him off me so hard he landed on the floor. I jumped
out of bed and was still confused as I looked down at him with that huge
erection and I wasnt sure what to do still. I demanded he stand up and we
faced each other naked and were chest to chest and for some reason I decided
to take control. He stared into my eyes and said meekly, please calm down, and
I did a double bicep pose and yelled AGHHHH out of I dont know what,
frustration, being angry he did not learn his lesson or just flaunting my
muscles but when I yelled he backed up 5 feet. I grabbed him and lifted him in
the air and sat him at the edge of the bed and told him to do what he did in
the shower and I grabbed his head and directed him to my vagina. I have never
done such a thing in my life. Without a word he began giving me oral and it
was heaven beyond words as he dropped to his knees with his erection in full
swing. I stood there looking down at him as I played with my nipples and
enjoyed the most luscious climax of my young life. I immediately pushed him
down with my fluids all over his handsome face and I had intercourse with him
and again lost myself in pleasure as I rode him like never before. When I was
done I kept him inside me and bent down as my breasts rested on his chest and
I pinned his skinny arms back behind his head w/o any resistance from him. I
told him that things will be forever different between us and that I still
love him. He looked into my eyes and agreed and got teary eyed and I asked him
why he was crying? He said he wasnt sure but part of it was he knew I was much
stronger and those slaps were scary as hell for him. I chuckled and agreed
that I was much stronger and tightened my abdominals which in turn tightened
his penis inside me and he moaned and tried to break free which was impossible
and we both laughed. He begged me not to tell anyone and I agreed and didnt
until a year later when I went to college. From that day forward we still went
out but he was very romantic, submissive and always worshipped my body. We
wrestled a fair amount and several times I hurt him pretty badly with my legs
and eventually had to fight his asshole father b/c of these constant beatings.
Please readers, understand, I never beat him out of hate or b/c I wanted to
prove something since there was nothing to prove. I wrestled and beat him
silly b/c WE both liked itWE is the keyword. I hurt him by accident b/c back
then I did not know how to control my strength, especially in my legs. He was
a very nice young man who I outgrew quickly. Look, I do not regret my
relationship with him since it was inevitable to happen to me with someone. No
idea what ever happened to him but I sure hope he is happy and healthy because
he was a nice boy.

This was the beginning of my wrestling and later boxing part of my life. I
became expert in both and enjoy both to this very day. I can discuss more
about my relationship with him at a later date as it lasted all through High
School and the beating I gave his father before I left for college which is
regretful. I can discuss learning boxing and yes, knocking some people out
which is an amazing thing to do. Can tell you about me meeting my first
husband Jack, a collegiate wrestler who is a great human being to this very
day despite our divorce. A man I am still friendly with, a man who still is
good to my mother like you cannot imagine and a man who taught me how to
really wrestle. The first time I knocked a man out with a choke hold was one
of the best feelings of my life. Better than knocking someone out with my
hands.

Wow, I wrote a lot in 20 minutes. If you want, write back and let me know if
you want to hear more. Carmen