Christine Beat Up David




This is Christine again. I wrote a story a while back entitled Christine Beats
Up Jolene on December 20th last year. I had decided to tell my story about
beating up men. After my first story, I decided to write about my first fight
against a guy. Frankly, half way through it I got bored. Writing about it just
wasn't as fun as doing it. With the Covid-19 epidemic upon us, I guess I have
the time to finish my story. Please enjoy!

My second fight was a one sided boxing match. I did most of the pummeling and
David took a beating. Best of all, he kinda liked it. Personally, I loved it!

The day after I beat up Jolene, Jacy and I talked about the fight. She
admitted that she went home and masturbated. I admitted that I did too! We
laughed.

She asked me where I learned to fight like that. I told her that my father
taught me and my little brother how to box when we were like 10 and 7. For a
little while my parents allowed us to get on each other for a while and then
have a boxing match to settle our disputes. I always won.

The last time we boxed was when I was 11 and Tim was 8. I really beat the shit
out of him. He was crying and I had bloodied his nose and mouth. In fact the
last punch probably broke his nose. He was trapped in the corner and I was
just pummeling him. Timmy was crying and pleading with my father to make me
stop. My dad dismissed his ramblings and told him to fight like a man. I was
pounding away at his body when he leaned forward just as I changed my style
and landed a straight right fist which just flattened his nose. Timmy covered
his nose and slumped to the floor crying hysterically. He did have a broken
nose and that was the last time I boxed. But, apparently I learned my lesson
well.

I very much enjoyed telling my father about my fight with Jolene. He was glad
that I won but thought that I should learn how to fight; if I was going to
fight. So my father gave me some more boxing lessons. For a couple of weeks
he taught me quite a few things. Most importantly, he taught me to really snap
my punches. Punch THROUGH the target, not TO the target. I really wanted to
use my sharpening techniques on a guy.

A couple of weeks later, I had a discussion with David which changed
everything! We were talking about my fight with Jolene and I was bragging
about how easily I beat her up. David was belittling my accomplishments. We
actually started arguing about it. One thing led to another and before you
knew it, we set up a boxing match. I was seeing red! I wanted to show him a
thing or two.

We agreed to box at my house on Saturday. Jacy was chosen to referee. Ok, I
chose her but she wanted to watch. 3 minute rounds with a one minute break
between rounds. We agreed on 3 rounds but I was determined to see that he
didn't make it through 3 rounds.

I barely slept Friday night. Couldn't help but picture the upcoming match with
David. On the one hand, I pictured pounding him into submission. Beating him
up as he cried and pleaded for mercy. But on the other hand, that little fear
in the back of my mind would come back and become prominent again. That fear
that he was a guy and bigger and stronger than a girl like Jolene. He did seem
awfully confident. But then I would repicture beating him up again. Sleep
wasn't easy.

Saturday morning came and went and then it all came to be. 1:00 brought Jacy.
1:15 brought David. 1:30 brought him a beating. We all went downstairs to
prepare for the match. We cleared the couch and table out of the way and
created a quasi boxing ring. I quickly stripped down to just a pair of black
bikini panties. I wanted to use my tits as a distraction. David removed his
shirt as well but he decided to fight in his pants. Personally, I think I gave
him a hard on. But, who knows? We both put on our gloves and mouthpieces and
prepared to fight. I did a little shadow boxing and so did David. My heart was
pounding right through my chest. I was super excited and a little bit scared.
Jacy called us to the center of the "ring" and asked if we had any questions.
We both stared at each other and said no. We backed into our "corners" and
Jacy started the timer. It was time to fight.

We met in the middle of the ring and David adopted a defensive stance awaiting
me to take the first punch. That was rather sporting of him. A moment later I
flicked a left jab towards his nose. But David was ready and lifted his fist
to block my punch. He blocked it and fired his own first punch of the fight.
His landed and danced off the side of my face. It stung just a little but it
really kinda pissed me off. I backed up and David stalked me. We kinda jabbed
each other blocking most while getting a few in. For about the first 30
seconds we parried back and forth with nobody really getting an advantage. I
was realizing that David slapped more than he punched. My fists seemed heavier
than his.

About 30 seconds into the fight I realized I needed to change my tactics.
After another clumsy exchange I shoved him away from me. The added distance
between us worked out to my advantage. First, a hard right fist clanged into
his body. He groaned upon impact. Followed up with a left hook to his side.
Another groan upon impact. I bounced around keeping my distance. I tried
another right to the body which he blocked. But he wasn't ready for the left
hook to the face as a follow up. Pow! Direct hit and he shook his head like he
was trying to digest what had just happened. Didn't give him much time to
recover. I sidestepped to my left and ripped a hard right into his open side.
You guessed it. He groaned again upon impact.

Jacy was urging me on and instructing me to beat the shit out of David. She
really liked what I was beginning to do and she let both of us know it.
David's smirk disappeared too! That cocky boy attitude was disappearing as he
realized that I was for real. Didn't realize it at the moment, but David was
hurting. He had stopped throwing punches and was concentrating on protecting
himself. Anyway, I was staying away from him before stepping forward and
ripping a punch or two. This went on for a solid minute and a half. I was
taking my time and relishing the successful punches as I was beginning to beat
the shit out of David. I pummeled him slowly but surely. Finally I realized
that he hadn't thrown a punch in over a minute and I asked him if he was still
fighting. He seemed especially eager to just protect himself. "C'mon you
pussy, hit me." Got to give him just a bit of credit though, he stepped
forward and threw a roundhouse right with evil intentions. Of course he was
too slow and I easily dodged his punch before stepping forward and clubbing
him in the gut! Another groan. He was groaning a lot!

Better yet, he was getting scared. He had a look of pure dread on his face.
David went back to trying to protect himself. He wasn't even trying to hit me
so I let him have it. Left right left right left right pounding into his arms.
If he was going to turtle, I was going to bash in his arms so that they would
turn to jelly. For the last 20 or 25 seconds I just clubbed his arms into
mush. Then, luckily for David, the alarm went off. Jacy quickly set it to one
minute for the rest period.

At first I enjoyed getting some air into my lungs. I sat in the corner and
caught my breath. Jacy rubbed my shoulders and upper arms telling me how good
I was doing. She let me know that David seemed to be hurting. I looked over at
him sitting alone in the other corner. He was gasping for breath and had a
look of someone who might be feeling like getting sick. That kind of unfocused
gaze. He was clearly wrestling with his conscience. That dreamy look that a
guy has when he suddenly realizes that he is getting beaten by a woman. Well,
he had it. In hindsight, I probably should have done some talking at this
point to rub his face in the shame of getting beaten up by a girl. But I just
focused on the task at hand.

The rest period ended and I came out with a purpose. It was time to really
show him who was boss, really teach him a lesson. I advanced over to a nervous
fighter with his hands too low. Left jab, left jab, right hook to the jaw.
Dance away and step to my left, right jab, right jab, left hook. Pirouette
sideways and left jab, right hook to the body, another right hook to the body,
pause fake a left jab and follow up with a third right hook to the body. He
groaned upon all 3 strikes. Jacy was cheering excitedly for me to pour it on.
David was breaking down and he had a look of pure unadulterated fear written
all over his face.

Dance back to the left a couple of strides and right jab, right jab, another
right hook to the body, followed by a perfectly aimed left uppercut which
snapped his head back. He kind of just paused for a moment in stunned silence
and I paused too. And then I stepped forward and rifled a hard straight right
to his face and down he went. I was stunned that I had actually knocked him
down. He wouldn't look at me. Instead, he was looking at my legs and blinking
rapidly trying to get his bearings back. I yelled for him to get up! I was
extremely excited and enjoying this fight and I wanted to knock him out.

He got up quickly and started throwing some punches of his own. I quickly
realized that he hadn't thrown any in about 3 minutes. He landed a couple but
they didn't hurt. But he was leaving himself open and my punches were doing
more damage than his. For about 15 seconds we just stood there trying with one
hand to defend and the other to punch. Almost like a hockey fight. And my
right fist was pounding his nose. 2, 3, 4, 5 times in a row. Blood began
dripping out of his nostrils and he realized that I was pounding him so he
gave up his punches and used both hands to try and block me. I stepped back
and began pistoning lefts and rights to his sides. He was kinda turtleing so I
pounded his body to mush. I was really hitting him hard. I had worked up a
pretty good sweat. Naturally, he spread his arms to try and protect his sides
and I finished him!

First I changed my tactics and hit him with a right uppercut. It landed flush.
I turned to my left and followed up with a left hook to his jaw. I was already
coming with a short downward trajectory right cross which flattened his nose
and most certainly broke it. He was probably going down if not out but I
unleashed a left uppercut. I danced around and threw a roundhouse right which
knocked him straight down and out cold. He was laying on his stomach with his
head on its right side and his arms outstretched above his head. His legs were
spread and other than all the blood pooling, he just looked like a normal
sleeping man. Completely quiet. Jacy suddenly just shut up. The savagery of
the knock out stunned her. I just stood there and put my foot on his chest and
raised my arms making fists over my head and smiled at Jacy. I then decided to
strip my knocked out beaten victim and the fact that he was out was not lost
on me. I bent down and grabbed his shorts and unzipped and pulled them down
and off. He had these cute black bikini underwear on with a rock hard boner. I
also removed them. He began lightly kicking his legs as I got his underwear
off. He was waking up.

Jacy had grabbed a white bath towel and wet a portion of it for David to sop
up his bloody nose. She dropped it on him and he grabbed it and sat up and
began dabbing his nose. The towel turned red pretty quickly. The red and white
towel is a visual stuck in my mind. I asked him how he liked getting knocked
out by a girl. I trash talked him pretty good. Jacy laughed as I belittled
him. He cleaned himself up while gently weeping. Jacy was looking at me kind
of intently while I rubbed it in on David.

Her face bewildered me. Just didn't quite recognize it. Well, Jacy turns out
to be gay and she was just lusting after me. She wanted to service me right in
front of our beaten loser but was too afraid to act on it. Finally, I turned
to her and asked why she was looking at me that way. She laughed nervously and
then looked down and said that she was turned on and just wanted to serve me.
I had never been with a girl before. But frankly, I was turned on too. So I
just said that she should just do it. She looked up at me with happy eyes. In
fact her whole face lit up. She grabbed my face and kissed me. I pushed David
down on his back and kept my foot on his chest while Jacy and I shared
tongues. My heart was beating out of my chest. Jacy sank down to her knees
kissing me as she lowered herself. Little kisses down my mouth, chin, neck,
right between my tits, stomach and then right on my panties over my pussy.
Jacy grabbed my panties and looked up at me with her lovely blonde hair and
her wanting smile. I nervously nodded my head. Jacy pulled my panties down and
kissed my pussy. It felt wonderful. She slowly tongue tickled my pussy lips
for a couple of moments. Then she switched to my clit and lightly tickled her.
Back to my lips and then back to my clit. She was gently increasing her tempo.
Maybe 6 or 7 seconds on each part. Then 5 or 6 seconds, then 4 or 5 seconds
and she was also speeding up her tongueing. I was looking down at David who
was mesmerized by what Jacy was doing to me. He must have had a helluva view
from down there. His eyes were on my crotch and then looking me in the eyes.
Back and forth he scanned. About 3 minutes into getting eaten out I was going
to cum. I grabbed the back of Jacy's head and ground her into me. She was
going faster and faster and I was going to cum. I was going to cum vaginally
and clitoralily. I screamed that I was going to cum and then I came like 3
times right in a row. I slumped to the floor and kissed Jacy again. That is
when I noticed the huge cum stain that David had in his lap. Apparently, he
jerked off watching Jacy eat me out.

Jacy and I went up to my bedroom and told David to leave. My first time I ever
beat up a guy and the first time I ever did a girl. It was a lovely day. Maybe
I will tell you all some of my other fights if anyone has any interest.

(Questions to Christine at christip1357@yahoo.com)