Christine Beats Up Jason




Jason was the first guy who I had a crush on in college. Yep, that's right,
you already know. I beat him up. And made him like it.

I met him in Psychology 101. It was a big lecture class. But we had labs one
day a week with smaller groups. By the 2nd or 3rd lab, he asked me out. Jason
was adorable. He looked like a young Brad Pitt.

After our first date, we came back to my place and made out. I needed to set
some rules. The rule was kissing and no touching of boobs or between my legs.
Of course he couldn't help himself and made a hand move. I calmly took his
hand away and mentioned that he must follow the rules. A minute later, he
tried again. I grabbed his hand more strongly and removed it and told him that
the date was over. Had a good time and hoped he would call again.

Of course he apologized when he saw me in class and asked me out again. On
Saturday night we went to dinner and a movie. Jason was a well behaved young
man so I gave him a treat for his troubles. Before we called it a night, as we
were making out, I gave him a handy. I'm a nice girl. It turns out that he has
a nice cock. It sure was fun sending him home with a big stain on the front of
his pants.

But Jason was hooked. He would do anything to try and win me. I told him that
I was interested in shacking up but we had to figure out who was to be boss.
I'm used to being the boss and I hoped that he wouldn't mind being the 2nd
class citizen. He took exception to that and mentioned that he is the guy. He
will be boss. So we had reached an impasse.

In order to resolve our differences, I suggested a boxing match. The winner
can do whatever she likes to the loser. Jason has a few inches and pounds on
me, but I think I can take him. So Jason, "what do you say, are you man enough
to take me on and beat me? Or are you the cute little boy who needs to get
beaten up by his girlfriend and shown his position in the relationship? Are
you afraid? If you want me, you have to beat me."

Jason began rising for the occasion pretty quickly. I couldn't help but notice
the boner that he had developed. That's a good sign. He was a little take
aback by my suggestion, but he looked at me and asked if I was serious. When I
told him that I was, he thought for a moment and said "sure." We decided to
drive to my parents house. We were going to fight there. It's a 45 minute
drive. I was excited and talking up a storm. Jason had gotten very white and I
think that he was getting scared.

We arrived at my house at 5:00 in the afternoon. Perfect. Mom and dad were
gone for the weekend. I planned on knocking him down and then sexually lifting
him back up again. We moseyed down to the fighting room without saying a word.
When we got down to the basement, I began taking off my clothes. Jason just
looked at me. I unbuttoned my shirt and then lifted it off.I unsnapped my
jeans and shimmied out of them. I was barefoot wearing a black bra and
panties. I suggested that he do the same. I watched as he nervously unbuttoned
his shirt and took it off. He turned a little red when he took his pants down
and his boner just made his shorts look funny. I told him to take off his
undershirt too. A wisecrack about his boner lightened the atmosphere and we
got the gloves and mouthpieces and set the rules. 3 rounds to determine which
one of us was to be the boss. Time to give him a lesson.

He nervously put up his gloves and waited for me to make the first move. A
quick firm left jab started the festivities. His eyebrows raised upon impact
and he knew that I was serious. He came back with a solid jab of his own and
it grazed off the side of my face. It was on. At the beginning it was a wild
slugfest. Both of us gave and took our shots. Jason was tons better than Jimmy
and better than David too. He seemed like he knew what he was doing. It was
pretty even in the early going. But about 45 seconds into the match, I threw a
right uppercut which knocked the wind out of him a little. It caused him to
lower his guard and stop punching. I hit him with 4 or 5 good shots to the
face and he avoided 3 others. And then he shoved me away.

I regained my footing and danced sideways before a double left hook to the
body and a right cross which turned his head violently. That was my best punch
of the fight. It felt so good. I just stood there savoring it for a moment.
And then I went on the attack. Spun to my left and hit him with another double
left hook before turning and following up with a double right hook to the
body. This lowered his hands and I came upstairs with a left hook to the face.
It was the second best punch of the fight and Jason was actually struggling. A
right uppercut straightened him up. A left hook pushed him sideways and a
straight right cross put him down. He quickly went to push off the ground and
get back up but I put my foot on him and said to slow down. Take a breath.
"I'm a little bit better than you Jason. You're tough. But I'm tougher. Now, I
can beat you up even worse. But, I would rather kiss and make up. You can kiss
my pussy. And then I will fuck you silly. You decide."

I moved my foot off of his chest and trailed it down toward his cock. Slowly
and suggestively. When it got there, my toes found a free standing boner.
Well, part of Jason was welcoming. He smiled and said "mercy. You win!" That
was exactly what I wanted to hear.

I stood with my foot lightly caressing his cock and took off my gloves. Next I
casually removed my bra and he smiled when he saw my bullet hard nipples. "Ok
loser, here's the rules. First, you are going to lick and kiss my toes. Then
my feet. You will work your way up my legs and then you will worship my
fragrant garden. And you will make me cum. Afterwards, I will push you down
and mount you. No doubt that you will be less than at your best. Certainly,
you are going to cum too quickly. We'll see what happens next." And then I
lowered my panties and revealed his new home to him. He licked me lovingly and
he got even better. I decided to keep him. Jason became my boytoy.