Who is stronger?
By Alexia
A guy tries to fight a woman, not knowing she is stronger and that she holds a black belt.


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As they started talking at the party, Mark was immediately hit by Sarah's
smile. She had long brown hair, almost blond, was slim and had a beautiful
smile. She wasn't the most beautiful woman on earth, but it could be said that
she was a pretty cute girl. Mark was a guy in his 20s, had black hair that
reached to his shoulders and could boast a quite� slim/ athletic figure. He
had nice arms, with the right quantity lf muscles, and a nicely shaped body.
All in all he was a mice looking guy, although not exceptional, but nice and
cultivated, which was enough to convince her to meet him again two days later.

She came wearing blue skinny jeans. They were, contrary to the current
fashion, not high waisted, what's more they were furnished with real pockets
rather than fake ones. The brown leather belt was in fact roght on the waist.
Above that she was wearing a green top covered by a gray denim jacket. Funnily
enough he was wearing a denim jacket too, a black one. The jacket covered a
nice-fitting t-shirt with a v-neck and gray jeans.�

During the conversation it came out that both were pretty smart and
cultivated, and that both in the last few years had started to take sport more
seriously. Yet, while he had focused a bit more on being athletic, that is on
running, she had put her attention more on the body-building side. He felt
that she might have been well-built, as in kissing he had tried to move her a
bit to the left, but unsucessfully. That evening they were outside, sitting on
a bench in a park, and following the conversation about sport, with a few
laughs they tried armwrestling. "Yeah" she said, I train, but I don't think I
could beat a man. What's more you are also bigger, soo...". "Hahah, just for
fun, let's try and see how strong you are. I won't hurt you, I promise!" Was
his reply. After her initial hesitation, they moved to a table� and tried it,
with him wanting somehow to impress her that way.�

Yet, things didn't go quite as well as planned, and she won almost without
effort. "Actually the left arm is my strong one" he replied imbarassed. In
spite of her initial refusal, they repeated the match using the left arm,
leading her to a second victory, an even more easy one than the first.� She
couldn't help giggling, which caused him to react less friendly. "Yeah, you
may have won there, but in a 1 to 1 fight you would have no chances against a
man". She was now letting her hair down, and tired of being underestimated as
a woman, replied "well" she said, "let's try. The first one that forces the
other to say -I give up-, wins." Hahaha, why not? It can be fun" was his
reply.

They decided to take off their shoes, but both kept their jacket on. The park
was empty, so they were free to act as they wanted. Mark's dick got
immediately hard, since now he felt he could control her and show her who was
the man. He attacked first: he went right in front of her, than behind her and
grabbed her from there. Through her jeans Sarah could feel his excitement,
which mad her smile. His intention was to bend her, but after trying a while,
she reacted and elbowed him twice rapidly. He let her go, she quickly turned
and grabbed his arm, bent it behind his back and made him fall down. As he was
almost down, she kicked him on his bottom, making him laying completely on the
ground. Then she stepped back.

"Come on man, show me what you have got! I am a black belt in karate, did I
mention that? Amazing how many things a girls can do, uh?" He couldn't believe
that. He got up and charged her without thinking. She just turned 90 degree,
waited and at the right moment kicked him in his stomach. "Aahhh fuck, it
hurts!" Was his response. As he attempted to stand up again, she kicked him
twice more "YAH, AH"! She screamed.

She now waited a while, to let him stand up again. As he stood up he was
blinded by this humiliation. He came nearer, and tried to kick her as she had
done. He wasn't nearly as fast, consequently she grabbed his leg turning it,
holding him for a second in a bad position, then letting him fall down once
more.�

His reactions were more and more slow, but he didn't give up. "Yeah big man,
show me how a man should control a girl! Show me what your manhood is for!"
Once more he attacked her, more slowly though. But as he tried to approach
her, she kicked him, kneeled down and grabbed him by his legs and by his
jacket, she than raised holding him tight. It was impressive: a goddess
holding a man far above herself, showing her strength. She moved him up and
down a couple of times, just to flex her muscles and to show her strength. Her
black denim jacket was a bit too tight on her muscles for this exercise,� so
she brought him down to her waist, and from there she let him fall.� �

He wheezed on the ground moving around fearfully. She laughed a bit, and then
decided it was time to stop the game. She had proven her point and he had
understood what she was worth. She held by the collar hof his jean jacket and�
uttered: "well, do you give up"? He had forgotten he had this chance, and
barely replied. She threw him lying to the ground, sat on him and holding his
crotch, repeated: "so, are you giving up?" A tighter hold made him realize
what she wanted to hear: "yes yes yes, I give up!!" "Who won? Tell me big man,
who won?" "You, you, you won" he answered caught as he was in her hold. "Who
is stronger? A woman or a boy?" While saying this her elbow was constantly on
his neck. "You you you, a woman is stronger!" "Good, you are a good boy!" She
sqyeezed a bit his crotch, stood up, adjusted a bit her clothes and went away
proud woshing him a good night. While he, the man who had become a boy, was
slowly getting up. The grass steins on his jeans and jacket were now a sign of
his defeat to a woman.