Movie Fight Leads to Real Fight by Nancy
by nancysims396@yahoo.com



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My name is Nancy. This is my story. It all started with a movie fight scene in
which the woman beat up a man. It was pretend. It was acting. But it was very
arousing.

My friend Curtis and I were watching a movie in my house. Curt was my neighbor
and we had been friends since I was 8. There had never been anything sexual
between us. But there was some sexual tension which was beginning to develop
between us.

I am bisexual. I like both girls and boys. I was an 18 year old high school
senior. I had already been with 3 girls and 2 guys. My virginity was history
but I had only climaxed with girls. Curt was still a virgin. By the end of the
day I had achieved orgasm with my first guy.

In the movie there were a couple of fight scenes. Well choreographed and and
very authentic looking. They were mixed fights in which the woman badly beat
up the man. The first scene I noticed that my heart was racing. In the second
I realized that I was excited and looking forward to watching her thoroughly
beat him up. By the time the last fight occurred, I had come to understand
that I was turned on. My cunt was getting wet and I had a strong desire to
touch myself. With Curt present, that really wasn't a possibility. I wasn't
sure but I thought that Curt was sporting a woody.

After the movie we were talking about it. I asked him what he thought of the
scenes where the woman beat up the man. He thought they were phony. "It is
just a fantasy. In real life the man would annihilate the woman." I countered
saying there are many women who can beat up a man. "For example, if you and I
were to fight, I would win and I'm the woman here." Curt told me that I was
crazy. He's the man and men are stronger than women. And then he said
something that I will NEVER forget. "Nancy, if you and me actually were to
have a fight, I would beat you up and then strip you naked and give you a
spanking before making you suck my dick!"

"What? What did you say? I don't think so. If you want to have a fight, I will
beat the shit out of you. I'd give you a spanking afterwards, but you would
probably like it. Tell you what. Let's go to the sporting goods store and buy
2 pairs of MMA gloves and settle this for once and for all. We can fight here.
There's nobody to bother us. I challenge you. Or are you chicken?"

I was very excited and a little scared. Curt was bigger than me. But I was
more confident than afraid. And I was sexually excited.

My brother is a year and a half older than me. We fought constantly growing
up. He almost always won, but I held my own and actually beat him up once or
twice. Usually, he would give me a bloody nose and I would concede defeat.
But, he never made me cry after I was in 6th grade. I was tough.

Curt has 2 little sisters, so he didn't grow up fighting much. The only thing
he had going for him was that he was bigger than me and he was a boy. In 6th
grade my brother and Curt got into a fight and my brother beat him up. If Mike
could beat him up, there was no reason to think that I couldn't.

Curt was game so we drove to the store to buy fighting gloves. The salesman
suggested that we get mouth guards too so that the loser wouldn't end up with
a broken jaw. I remarked that the salesman was looking out for you Curt.

The whole way home I was doing most of the talking. I was telling Curtis that
I was really looking forward to teaching him a lesson. I reminded him that he
said that he planned on stripping me naked and giving me a bareass spanking
after the fight. I suggested that he was going to be the one naked with a red
ass. I further stated that I had no intention of sucking his dick, but after I
beat him up, he was going to eat my pussy. I was getting really excited and
wet as I told him what was about to happen. Curt was pretty quiet. I think his
confidence was evaporating.

We returned to my house and went to the playroom and moved the couch to give
us room to fight. Before we started I gave him one last chance to back out. If
he was willing to crawl on the floor and kiss my feet and apologize and admit
that girls are better than boys, then I wouldn't beat him up. He declined my
offer.

I took off my shirt leaving myself topless. I have a gymnasts body with 2 tiny
tits, so I rarely wear a bra. I then removed my jeans leaving me wearing only
my black panties. I said I didn't want to get his blood on my clothes and
suggested that he do the same.

Curt took off his shirt exposing his scrawny chest. He hesitated before taking
off his pants. I reminded him that he was going to lose them one way or
another. He nervously unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. Sure enough,
he had a boner. I laughed and replied that the thought of getting beaten up by
a girl turns him on. He blushed.

We put on our gloves and I said that we would fight until the winner knocked
out the loser. He seemed a little afraid as the realization that he was about
to fight a girl who was very confident dawned upon him. But he didn't say
anything about it either. We put in our mouthpieces and were ready to begin.

"So you still think that a girl can't beat up a guy? I'm going to teach you a
lesson that you will never forget! I'm going to beat the shit out of you and
make you my cunt licking bitch. Let's fight."

We awkwardly began circling each other with our gloved fists ready to strike.
We both seemed to be waiting for the other to make the first move. I attempted
the first strike. I faked a right to his head and instead stepped forward and
punched him in the stomach. Oof, he said. I stepped back and awaited his
response. Curt never really did respond. Instead he continued to stalk me. So
I stepped forward and faked another left fist to his belly and he lowered his
guard to absorb my punch. He got a right fist to his left cheek instead. That
rattled him. And then I punched him in the stomach with a left. Both punches
landed cleanly and I was getting excited at the prospect of winning this fight
easily.

We both retreated after my 2 punch combination deciding what to do next. I
stepped forward and ripped a left right combo into his gut which produced 2
more oofs from his lips. I was quickly concluding that if we stayed on our
feet and fought with our fists that he had no answer. Curt came to the same
conclusion as me at the same time. If he was going to stand a chance, he was
going to have to turn this into a ground fight where his size and weight would
be an advantage. So he lowered his shoulder and rushed me. I turned to my side
and when he got close enough I kicked him in the leg. This knocked him off
balance and he stumbled to the floor. I actually laughed at him. Curt got red
in the face and got up and took a swing at me. It was a big looping right
designed to take my head off. But it was so slow and easy to avoid. I just
backed my head away and countered with a short sharp right uppercut. It landed
cleanly and I know it hurt him. Between the force of my punch and the
centrifugal force of his momentum, Curtis was on the floor.

"Get up! Get up so that I can humiliate you some more. I'm wiiiiiiiiinning"

He was mad now and mentioned something about how I just got lucky. I backed
away and gave him room to arise. I had absolutely no fear that he could
possibly hurt me in any way. I could have just jumped on him when he was down
and beat him into submission, but I wanted to have a little more fun first.

As soon as Curt arose, I went right toward him. His demeanor and his words
didn't match. He was retreating while I was advancing. When I got close I
threw a left followed by a right followed by who knows what. I just started
throwing punches from all over. Like a boxer who has his opponent cornered and
is going for the knock out. Most of them landed. I punched him in the face. I
nailed several shots to his gut. For probably 15 or 20 seconds I just let him
have it. I must have thrown 30 or more punches. I was on full adrenaline. Hell
hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Eventually, he just sort of turtled and slunk to the floor. I was right on top
of him. I got him onto his back and was sitting on his chest. I was able to
pin his arms under my knees in a vulnerable position. The only freedom of
movement he had was his legs. He attempted to wrap his legs around my upper
body to free himself. I lifted up and hooked my arms under the back of his
legs and pile drove him. Curt folded up like a matchbook. I drove his legs
over his head and he screamed unlike any scream I had ever heard. I thought I
had broken his back. I hadn't but his legs were no longer a threat. I rolled
off of him and his legs flopped back to the ground. Curt was finished. I was
just getting warmed up.

I quickly returned to Curt and unceremoniously ripped off his boxers. His hard
on had deflated. It was just the start of his humiliation. Beating him up so
thoroughly and quickly followed by stripping him naked increased my arousal
exponentially. I was on fire. I returned to my dominant position on his chest
and easily trapped his arms underneath my knees. I reminded him that this
fight would be over when I knocked him out cold. I began punching him in the
face with alternating lefts and rights. My intention was to slowly beat him
into submission. I wanted to make him cry. It didn't take long. The
helplessness of his situation coupled with the pain I was inflicting upon him
proved to be too much. Curt began bawling like a baby. I told him to beg me
for mercy. His pathetic crying and begging for mercy had me on the verge of
orgasm. I reminded him that he was going to be kissing my pussy and I was
ready. I slithered up and sat on his face. Curt began kissing my heated pussy
through my panties. It felt so empowering. I moved forward a little more and
smothered him. After about 20 seconds he began kicking wildly and appeared to
be suffocating. I stood up and he gasped for air. I put my right foot in his
face and forced him to kiss my foot. But I wanted more. I straddled his head
and slowly slipped down and off my damp panties. Curt stared up at my hairy
cunt. I stared into his eyes. I sat back down and told him to "eat me. Eat my
hairy cunt and you better do a good job or you'll be sorry. You better make me
cum in your mouth. Eat my pussy bitch!"

I covered his mouth with my burning bush and humped his face. I grabbed his
hair and pulled him tightly inside me. He was clueless as how to eat pussy but
I was so excited that it didn't matter. I ground my damp gash into his mouth
as I was passing the point of no return. I started screaming and announced my
impending orgasm and then I came. Right in his mouth and I came hard. I was so
sensitive after I came that I needed a break.

So I slid back and told him that he was an awful pussy licker. I noticed that
his hard on had reappeared. I continued punching him in the face but even
harder now. His crying and pleading for mercy continued too. But I wasn't
stopping until I knocked him out cold. Finally, I grabbed his hair in my left
hand and walloped him in the temple with the knock out punch. His eyes rolled
back in his head and he just turned to jelly. He was out cold. I knocked him
out cold! The fight was over. His humiliation was not.

Curt regained consciousness after a few moments. He blinked a couple of times
and he looked at me and just started crying harder than before. I held him and
let him cry it out. But we still had a certain spanking to administer. I
reminded him that he said that he was going to give me a spanking, but he was
going to get it instead. I grabbed him by the hair and led him to the chair. I
sat down and hauled him into my lap. Spanking a guy who I had just beaten up
and knocked out was a rush. His ass was turning beet red and I could feel his
cock hardening between my thighs. I rubbed my thighs on his cock as I
continued to wallop him. Curt was humping my legs and he groaned and then he
came while I was still spanking him.

I pushed him off of my lap onto the floor. "Did you just cum? What is wrong
with you? Did I say you could cum? You owe me big time. You're gonna suck my
cunt and you're gonna learn to do it right or I swear to God that I will knock
you out again. With my bare fists! Lick me!"

I facesat him again and he started to get the hang of it. By the time I was
finished, I came 7 times! I had definitely found a fun new hobby.

This was the first time I beat up a man and I loved every moment of it. It
wasn't the last.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Nancy at
nancysims396@yahoo.com.

If you would like to hear about some of my other fights, let me know.

Nancy