Christine Beats Up Brad by Christine Guys are funny. They really don't like getting beaten up by another guy but many enjoy getting beaten up by a gal. Brad was one of those first timers. His story is typical of you guys who secretly want to get beaten up by a girl.� I was a junior in college when I beat up Brad. By this point in my life, I had learned that more guys than you would think, secretly want to get beaten up by a woman. Several of them had proved it. They tended to be loners. I imagine that if you want to be beaten up by a girl, you wouldn't want to let others know. One day between classes, I was having a coke in the student union and I noticed that I was getting checked out.� A couple of tables to my left sat a cute kinda soft looking guy. He appeared young, maybe a frosh. He was checking me out and when I looked at him, he looked down. This happened 3 or 4 times. I decided to go and sit with him. He was surprised when I sat at his table and said hello. He mumbled hu uh, hello back. Apparently, I made him nervous. I introduced myself as Christine and he said that he was Brad. We made some small talk and he calmed right down. He noticed my athletic frame and mentioned that I looked like I work out. This is a feeler. My response was yes I do but my favorite workout is boxing. He noticeably gulped. He gently probed my level of commitment. Of course I mentioned that it was fun, a great workout, and exciting to actually beat someone. A couple of droplets of perspiration appeared on his face and he was turning red. He then asked if I ever beat up a guy. Instead of answering, I asked if he ever got beaten up by a girl. He shook his head no. Then I answered that I had actually beaten up several guys. Most of them secretly wanted me to. It was time to go to class and I told him that I would be here Thursday at the same time. He smiled and said he'd see me then. Thursday I strolled into the student union and found Brad sitting at the same exact spot as the last time. As soon as I sat down he asked me if I beat up any guys since Tuesday. I laughed and said no, but I might soon. He gulped and turned away. Brad actually admitted that he keeps thinking about it and it excites and scares him. He's even played out imaginary fights in his mind where I would beat him up. Then he asked if he and I were to spar, who would win. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't fight. I'd beat you up. Period!" Then I asked if he was one of those guys that "wanted" to get beaten up by a girl. He said no. Maybe he was one who "deserved" to get beaten up. He laughed. That was the moment that I realized I was going to beat him up. It's a warm feeling. He is just one of those guys.� "Well, maybe I'll just have to give you what you deserve." He gulped again and turned away. He blushed. He was getting nervous. "Did you fantasize about it?" He admitted that he had. I stared him in the eyes and asked "Did you masturbate?" He giggled and said no, but maybe he should have. I interrupted him and asked again, "don't lie to me. Did you masturbate?" Of course I already knew the answer. Yes, he quietly muttered. "You're right. You do 'deserve' to get beaten up by a girl." I leaned forward and looked down, yes he had a boner. I talked him into a match right away.� As we drove over to my apartment, I played with him. You know, I messed with his mind.� I knew that I was going to beat him up and worse than he expected. I asked him about what he imagined when he beat off to me and reminded him that he was going to be punished. He responded that he hadn't really thought about it before. But when he met me, he realized that there really were girls who really could beat up guys and that I was one of those girls and he was one of those guys. That thought put a knot in his stomach. But it also aroused him. He went home and jerked off to his idea of what might happen. And he came harder than he ever had before. This made me realize that he must beat off a lot. "Oh my God you're a virgin. Aren't you?" He looked down at the floor and tears filled his eyes and he just nodded. My steaming cunt� got even gooier. If he was lucky, he might get lucky! "Don't worry. You'll still be a virgin upon completion of your beatdown, but... you do deserve to get punished for thinking that you had a chance with a girl like me. And I will hurt you!" We got to my apartment and prepared for the beating. We moved the couch in the family room and stripped down to our underwear. I explained that I didn't want his blood on my clothes. I was wearing a black bra and panty set. Brad was wearing white tidy whities and was sporting a noticeable boner. Let's see how long that lasts. We gloved up and put in our mouthpieces. Time to party! We set the timer for 3 minutes and met in the middle of the room. I jabbed him in the face and he punched me back. Really, he slapped at me. A couple more rounds of the same and he was just slapping. He couldn't hurt a fly. I stopped even caring about defending myself and began hammering him harder. I was finding it easy to smash him in both the face and body as he nervously tried to defend himself. He was moaning and groaning upon impact. He got that look of fear and dread on his face as the stark realization of his situation overtook him. It's one thing to fantasize about getting beaten up. It's quite another to actually get beaten up. His boner shriveled up. Brad was freaking out. This wasn't what he imagined. I was hurting him and he couldn't stop me. A double left hook to the body followed up by a right cross to the face staggered him. The left uppercut floored him. "Oh God that hurt." He mumbled. I told him to get up and take more of his beating. I gave him a hand and helped him up.� As I pounded him relentlessly, I was verbally humiliating him. "Are you having fun yet? I'm having a ball. You don't fight like a man, you don't even fight like a boy, you fight like a child. I thought you got all turned on. What happened to your boner? Don't you like me anymore? Is it because I'm beating the shit out of you?" Brad had had enough. He said I quit, you win. He even put his arms at his sides. Too bad. He agreed to this and I was having too much fun to stop now. I jabbed him in the nose and laughed. I did it again. He quickly put up his defenses and began pleading with me to stop. Brad looked and sounded like he was getting ready to cry. It makes me wet to make a man cry. It's one thing to beat them up. It's quim dripping sweet to make them cry. A couple of shots to the gut and he opened up his face and I pounded it. Right hook, left uppercut, right cross and down went Bradley with a bloody nose and total shock and fear. He looked up at me with tears beginning to fill his eyes and said that he was sorry and he misunderstood. I beat him up and he was done. "Get up. Are you going to cry?" I really held on to that one. Cryyyyyyy! He just shook his head no. I didn't care that he was sitting on the floor, I belted him in the face and he grabbed his head and began crying like a baby. Maybe 2 minutes. It was a one sided slaughter. Time for some more fun.� I kneeled atop him and grabbed his arms and put them next to his head. I pinned him down with my knees and took off my gloves and took out my mouthpiece. "How did you like getting beaten up by a girl?" Slap! "C'mon, tell me." Slap. He struggled with his body and his arms. That wouldn't do. I made a fist and threatened him. "Do you want my bare fists to smash the shit out of you? Answer me!" No he quietly mumbled and settled down. I slapped him again and again and again. He pleaded nicely for mercy but I was getting off on humiliating him. Slapping a whimpering loser is a turn on. I'm sorry. It just is. A few more slaps intermitted with an explanation of what was going to happen next. "You deserve to be punished. You are crying like a baby because a girl just beat you up. You're pathetic! I'll give you something to cry about. It's time to strip you naked and give you the spanking that you both crave and deserve." I continued to slap him lightly and then felt back for his cock. It was getting hard again. I spun around and ripped them right off. Brad had a nice cock and it was rapidly inflating. I grabbed him by the hair and dragged him over to the couch. Bent down to grab my sneaker, no need to hurt myself. I sat down and put Brad across my lap with his cock trapped between my legs. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack etc. The first few were light but I turned up the intensity. His tushy was turning a bright red. He was twirling his bottom to avoid the inevitable and pleading for mercy. I also embraced his boner more frantically and I was squeezing my legs harder. His butt was turning purple. He began screaming and pleading. He was going to cum. "You like it don't you loser. You feel like you're going to have an accident any moment. Shaking your bottom like a 2 bit slut. Go on loser, cum for your big sister." That was all she took. Spurt after cum gushing spurt of warm creamy cum coated my thighs. Honestly, he came enough to stick my thighs together. I shoved him off of me onto the floor and slid a finger along my gooey thigh and slipped it in his mouth. "You made the mess, you clean it up. Now come over here and lick up your mess off of me. Clean me." I spread my legs and he crawled to me and began gently licking off his creamy load. My panties were saturated. "Now kiss my cunt. Right through my sopping panties. You didn't even think about me. Well, my pussy is wanting attention to. Now worship me." I grabbed his hair and pulled him into my crotch. Still gripping his hair, I pulled him left and right and up and down. She was warm and wet. No! She was HOT and wet and fixing to gush! "Take my damp panties off with your teeth. And only your teeth. Do it. Do it now!" He pushed in my tummy and bit down on the top of my panties. He adjusted and strengthened his grip before pulling them down. His nose tickled my bush before reaching my burning inferno. And his eyes were wide open staring at my bush and then I remembered that it was probably the first one he ever saw in the flesh. I stopped him. "Lick me. Give my burning twat a little lick." He tentatively licked at my swollen cunt lips and it was delicious! "OK, Take them down and worship me. You are going to eat my hairy little cunt and you better pretend that you know what you're doing. I'll give you a hint. Motion and emotion helps!" He poked and stroked and licked my ice cream cone like a happy little boy. My cunny was gooey and gushing my own creamy discharge. He sucked it up like a champ. I grabbed his head pulling him where he needed to be and barked out instructions. My core was burning and my toes were curling and then he flattened his tongue against my clit and I just exploded. I ground every last twitch out of my happy healthy little girl and he drank my mess. Good boy! I couldn't help myself and slid down him and grabbed his cock and stuffed him inside me. She grabbed him and impaled herself atop our no longer virgin. "If you cum too quickly, I will punch you till unconsciousness. Now fuck me you lucky loser." I power fucked him stupid. 45 seconds later I was cumming again. Uuuuuh! Oh God I'm going to cuuuuum. I'm cuuuumming! Then I leaned forward grabbed his hands and held them above his head. I fucked him. I raped him. I beat him barefisted. He started screaming and crying and pleading. I came again. "Too bad. Is this hurting you? I am going to knock you out cold." Please please stop. Then I clipped his temple and he stopped begging. He stopped moving. He was out cold. I came again screaming out my lush orgasm. I pulled him out and watched rope after rope after rope of cum fill his chest. He was out for about 2 minutes before blinking his eyes trying to refocus. "What happened?" I knocked you out cold and then you came all over yourself. Quite a load too. Was it good for you?" He began crying again and to shut him up I slid forward and made him eat me out to my heart's content.� 3 weeks later, I beat him up again! Which one of you boys want to be next? (Questions and comments to Christine at christip1357@yahoo.com)