My Hungarian girlfriend's first fight.
By Theseus
This is a continuation of my previous stories about a relationship with a Hungarian woman full of muscles.


Zsuzsa and John had been living together for over 6 months. His job was going
great, to the point that he believed if all the deals that he had put in
motion in Hungary recently, came through, that he would be up for a promotion
and maybe a transfer to New York or London. Zsuzsa was doing fantastic too.
Steady job next to John, happy life at home with him and lots of time and
money to pursue her true passion, which was fitness. She was enrolled in the
best gym in Budapest and had taken up her kick boxing training again. With
John taking care of most things at home, she had become a gym rat. Lifting
weights, doing cardio and kickboxing training almost every day of the week.

She was in the best shape of her life. Her muscle mass and muscle definition
had become even better and in her class she was sparing against men. However,
it was in that class that one of the other aspiring fighters was causing her
trouble. It was an American student at the Budapest medical school named Greg.
He was only 22 and very arrogant. Around 5'10" and with some muscle on him, he
was letting his mouth run. Letting it be known that women in general should
not be allowed in the same class as men, that women can't really fight, that
all their working out was only so that they can look good in high heels and
mini skirts and that Zsuzsa in particular should stop trying to be like a man.

Their instructor was a very experienced Hungarian martial artist who one day
had enough of his macho talk. So he kept both Greg and Zsuzsa back after a
class one day to talk to them both. He thought that both Greg and Zsuzsa were
about the same level in skill and that if they were ok with it, he could
organize a boxing match between them, after hours at the gym. The looser would
have to join a different class and order would be restored in his class.

Zsuzsa readily agreed. Greg a little intimidated by her despite all his
bluster, could not at this point back down and be humiliated. So they agreed
to meet a week from today after the gym was closed. Each fighter could bring
no more than 2 or 3 friends to watch.

The following week just dragged for Zsuzsa. She couldn't wait to get in the
ring with the arrogant prick and teach him a lesson. When the day finally
came, she was all pumped up and ready. She chose to wear pink boxing shorts
and a white sports bra. Pink to point out the fact that she was just a girl.
On her corner she had invited John, Ildiko and Aniko. John was worried about
her, not wanting her to get hurt. He knew she was strong, but know she was
about to fight a man bigger than him in a fist fight. But she was confident in
herself and he couldn't change her mind anyway.

On the day of the fight, as she was going through her warm up routine , she
again expressed to the worried John her confidence.

"I really can take a punch John. In my class you think those men hold back
because I am a woman? No. They would all love to be the first to knock me out.
Teach the muscle bitch a lesson."

Towards the end of her warm up she did some shadow boxing and her muscles were
glistening. Her abs were really more of an 8 pack by now and her biceps were
bulging. Her back was just peaks and valleys of pure muscle. Her thighs were
enormous and her thighs pure rock. They then walked into the ring area.

Her opponent Greg was already in good shape too. His abs were not clearly
defined but some definition was starting to show. He had big biceps but again
not clearly defined, more like big pieces of ham. As for his thighs,
incredibly, Zsuzsa's actually looked bigger! He had brought with him his
intimidated looking girlfriend and a friend.

Their instructor called them in the middle to give them the instructions and
sent each to his corner. From her corner Zsuzsa did a double biceps pose while
staring at him. It looked both powerful and scary and a sense of worry showed
in his eyes. With the signal Zsuzsa confidently walked and took possession of
the middle of the ring. They exchanged some jabs, but all were blocked by
their gloves. She then punched his gloves so hard that her fist actually pried
apart his hands and landed the first punch in his face. She quickly followed
that with a right kick to his side. He went staggering back a couple of steps.
Both fighters were relatively inexperienced at this so it looked like the
fight was going to be determined by brute strength and determination. The rest
of the first round Zsuzsa maintained the initiative and continued to pummel
him with well placed punches and timely kicks while he danced around trying to
avoid being hit and trying to recover from the shock of those that landed.

"You better keep running " Zsuzsa yelled at him when the first round ended.
She looked so pumped up. John had never seen her looking so powerful. She was
breathing faster and was sweating but didn't need to sit.

With the start of the second round. Greg jumped up with a fury more of a mad
man than a fighter, sending haymakers her way that were all blocked, but at
least one kick and one punch found their target on her left side. After his
initial assault she counterattacked. Her punches were pushing aside his gloves
and he was retreating while staggering. He finally managed to get a hold of
her, hugging the pythons she called arms in an effort to stop her punches.
That allowed her to land 3 consecutive knees to his side and when he opened up
to protect his side, she grabbed him by the head and with the power of her
massive thigh behind it landed one last right knee to his face to knock him
out with just 15 seconds left in the round. He was done for.

John breathed a sigh of relief. His girlfriend had just beaten a man
unconscious in a real fight and she looked magnificent. Sweaty and muscular,
she looked like a superhero to him and he was hard for her already.

The instructor who was refereeing the fight made sure Greg was alright and
slowly brought him back to consciousness. He then went to Zsuzsa and lifted
her hand in triumph. She smiled at her small group of fans. When the
instructor let her go, she sauntered over to Greg who was still lying there
but aware and watching her. She walked next to his body and put her right foot
on his face. Pushing down hard and squashing it between the canvas and her
hard sole. John was now loving the scene and so did his hard dick. But the
instructor did not approve, so Zsuzsa let Greg's defeated body be and walked
to the women's locker room with her friends.

There she hugged and kissed the girls but asked them to wait outside. She had
a hunter's look in her eyes and grabbed John by the wrist and pulled him into
the women's locker room.

"I'm going to fuck you like I've never fucked you before." She told John.
"From the moment I smashed that asshole's face into the ground, my pussy has
been wet. Now come here." She removed all her clothes and underwear and sat on
a wooden bench and spread her legs. John dove right in between her sweaty
beefy thighs and started licking. Her scent was heavy but he didn't care.
Neither did she care to freshen up. She needed sex and she needed an orgasm.
It had something to do with the animalistic act of fighting another being for
supremacy, for dominion. And she had clearly marked her territory with her raw
strength and all over the arrogant male's face.

John was worshiping the pussy and the clit of his victorious muscle goddess.
She had earned it. He made her cum and she squeezed her legs around his head,
almost suffocating him. She was in a state of ecstasy as she was shoving his
face and his tongue as deep as possible inside of her with both her hands. She
had another orgasm like that and then let John's red face out for a breath of
fresh air. She didn't give him much time though. She pushed him hard on the
floor and just jumped on him, ripping more than taking off his clothes.

"I want your tiny dick little man." She said to him.

She impaled herself on him. "Give it to me." She moaned as she rode him. With
one hand she was touching her breasts and with the other playing with her
clit. John was just an instrument of pleasure for her in that moment. She was
in such a state that he could only feel the hard muscles of the top of her
thighs. But they were so hard and powerful that he needed to feel nothing more
of her mighty body.

They both came a little while later but coming down from the muscle domination
high took a while longer.

They eventually cleaned up and joined their patiently waiting friends outside
the locker room. Their friends knew what had happened in there and had a
sneaky smile on their faces. They left the gym and went for a nice dinner to
celebrate. John had never felt more in love and more admiration for his
muscular goddess.

Theseus