When a Girl Beats Up A Guy  - #3
By Karen  karenk146@hotmail.com
True story by a female who turns the table on an aggressive male


Well guys, here I am for the third time.  The feedback that I have 
received is indicative that you either appreciate my ability to 
convey what happened in an interesting and arousing way or you guys 
will just read any old thing and can't get enough of it.  
Nevertheless, here's my third encounter against a man who stepped 
over the line.  I hope you enjoy it as well.

Preface

The following four paragraphs are a repeat of my background for the 
benefit of those readers who are reading this account without the 
benefit of reading my first two stories.  For those that wish to read 
these installments, you can find them, under the same title as above 
"When a Girl Beats Up A Guy", which were posted on this website on 
December 3 and December 10, 1999, respectively.

My name is Karen. I am currently 39 years old.  I am 5'10" tall and 
weigh 145 pounds.  My weight has only fluctuated slightly since I was 
18 years of age.  I am not married, as I love my freedom.  I have 
worked as a flight attendant for the last 15 years and I obviously 
meet many men (and women as well).  I have had a few lesbian 
encounters over the years but do not do so any longer.  I have been 
in top physical condition all of my life.  I generally run about 10 
miles per week and lift weights regularly in my condominium 
townhouse.  My physique is not overwhelming by any means.  I possess 
nicely sized and shaped tits that do not sag in the least.  I do not 
have broad shoulders or large biceps.  As several of you requested, I 
updated my arm measurements last week and my biceps are still barely 
twelve inches, with some definition fully flexed.  In fact, my arms 
and legs are extremely slender.  What I'm telling you is that there 
is no doubt that I am all woman.  I can lift more weight than you 
think I would be able to if you base your opinion solely on the 
slightness of my figure.

(Note:  Most of you who have e-mailed me have asked me how I dress 
and if I possess nice legs.  In answer to those questions, I have 
been told that I have very shapely and firm looking legs.  On most 
days I wear skirts three to six inches above the knee and wear high 
heels 80 to 90% of the time, even when I'm casual).

I used to go out with any man that acted like he was interested in 
me, but I changed my philosophy about ten years ago, when I met a 
big, rather friendly guy at O'Hare in Chicago.  We went out to dinner 
and a movie and had an altogether great time.  I invited him up to my 
hotel room when things began to get out of hand.  He apparently 
decided to end our date by making me pay for his giving me a good 
time earlier in the evening.  He came on like a hungry gorilla and 
didn't stop his rough advances when I asked him to.  He got really 
pissed and proceeded to beat me up.  He was about 6 feet tall and 
weighed about 200 pounds and was much too big for me to fight back 
against.  He then raped me as he ignored my pleas to stop hurting me.  
I did not press charges because by the time I was able to move hours 
later, I knew that he had left town without a trace.  I chalked this 
incident up to experience and vowed that I would never let it happen 
to me again.

From that night on, I did not go out with any man who was so much 
bigger than I was.  I brushed off every single guy who wanted more 
than simple conversation at a bar that did not meet this "criteria".  
As it turned out, this was a great idea for me because, as I alluded 
to earlier, four of these "smaller" guys tried to take advantage of 
me like that big slob did, but got the shit kicked out of them 
instead.  I began to lift weights in earnest and I turned rock hard 
without gaining muscle mass.  I also joined a few self-defense groups 
and learned how to box and wrestle.  Now I am easily as strong as any 
man my size (weight-wise) and I know how to fight.

Story #3:

Before I begin to relate the course of events, allow me to mention 
the uniqueness of what transpired.  This encounter was the only one 
of the four where I was clearly stronger than my antagonist, even in 
upper body strength where men usually have an advantage over me.  
That fact considered, it was very ironic that in this incident, he 
beat me up a bit and technically raped me before I was able to even 
the score and thrashed him into submission.  As you will see, I was 
extremely brutal to my male adversary during this encounter.  
Amazingly, I was falling for this man who turned out to be far 
different that I originally thought (very similar emotionally to my 
prior experience with Bob in Minneapolis).  My denigrating remarks 
directed at him at the end of the encounter, although not word for 
word, were faithful to how and what I said to him.  

Enough said, read on.

It was approximately one year after my last encounter, mid July 1994.  
I was 34 years old.  My girlfriend Jill and I were shopping for 
clothing at the mall on this particular Saturday afternoon.  We were 
eating lunch and having a nice time talking and watching all the 
people come and go.  Jill had an appointment and had to leave.  
Before she left, she invited me to join her and her boyfriend, 
Freddie, for some fun in the sun at the pool and recreation center 
where Freddie was a member.  I had no other plans and readily 
accepted her invitation.  Jill and I exchanged pleasantries as she 
left.  I remained at our table finishing my meal and reading a 
newspaper.

About ten minutes later I heard a male voice call my name.  I looked 
up and noted that it was a guy that I dated a couple of times in high 
school.  I was a sophomore and he was a senior at the time.  His name 
was Jerry and I hadn't seen him since those school days.  I asked him 
to join me for some conversation to reminisce about old times and to 
discuss current events, as he sat down across from me.

Jerry was now 36 years of age.  He stood about 5'6" tall and weighed 
approximately 150 pounds.  He was very handsome and distinguished 
looking with curly brown hair, slightly graying at the temples and a 
dark complexion.  He was wearing a white tennis shirt and white 
shorts.  Despite his diminutive size, he displayed a very fit body.  
He had nicely shaped shoulders that tapered down to a trim waistline.  
I could see some muscularity in his arms and legs.  He obviously was 
active physically.  He indicated that he played tennis often and in 
fact, had played several matches at his country club this very 
morning.  Jerry had a successful Podiatry practice in town, owned his 
own home and, unfortunately, had been divorced twice.  He had no 
children.

I was dressed in typical summer fashion.  On this particular day, I 
wore a white tank top, blue skirt and white high-heeled sandals.  We 
conversed for quite a while and since I was between male companions, 
I invited him to join Jill, Freddie and myself to the pool for 
tomorrow's outing.  I was sure that Jill and Freddie would have no 
objection to my inviting Jerry.  Jerry said that he had to check with 
his answering service first and would call me in the evening to 
determine if he could attend.  We then stood up from our seats to go 
our separate ways when Jerry was obviously unprepared for the 
realization that I had grown so tall since last we met.  I had 
forgotten to mention it to him.  When we dated, I was barely 16 years 
old and stood just about the same height as Jerry at 5'6".  I 
experienced a final growth spurt the next year and Jerry, obviously 
did not.  Jerry caught himself and made a joke about our height 
differential, saying that if it doesn't bother me, it sure didn't 
bother him.  We both smiled and shook hands as we went our separate 
ways.

Just as Jerry promised, he called me in the evening to let me know 
that he was free to join me with my friends.  He offered to pick me 
up in the morning and I agreed to this arrangement.  I called Jill to 
let her know about Jerry and that I would meet her and Freddie at the 
pool.

The next morning, Jerry pulled up as scheduled in a Mercedes.  He got 
out and opened the door for me.  I was dressed in a multicolored 
sundress over my red bikini.  Jerry was dressed in a nice tennis 
shirt and black shorts.  It appeared that Jerry's medical practice 
was very successful based on our conversation concerning his 
lifestyle yesterday and his expensive, fully loaded car. 

We arrived at the pool about 30 minutes later at about 11:00 a.m.  
Jill and Freddie were already there.  It was a hot, but not too humid 
day.  The four of us decided to go over to the volleyball area to see 
if we could catch a game.  Two couples were already there playing two 
on two and offered to play against the four of us.  We stripped down 
to our bathing suits, removed our shoes and began to play.  I noticed 
that Jerry indeed had a wonderful physique and I commented to him 
about how toned he looked.  He kindly reciprocated by telling me that 
I looked just as toned.  My first impression was that we were hitting 
it off nicely.  

The match wore on as each team had won three games.  We were now 
playing for the "championship".  The score was 10 to 9 in our favor 
and we were serving for the match.  Jill handled a deep volley and 
sent it towards the net where Jerry placed it flawlessly for me to 
spike.  I performed the shot perfectly and it landed over the net, 
untouched.  We won the game as Jerry, completely delighted by the 
final volley, lifted me up high as he held me at my thighs.  He 
paraded me around for a few seconds then let me down and gave me a 
tight hug.  We then shook hands with the other couples and went 
straight to the pool to cool off.

The four of us swam around in the pool and had some splash fights 
like little kids.  Jerry, several times, swam underwater from behind 
me and lifted me clean out of the water.  Several other times, he 
snuck up behind me and dunked me.  I took it all in as good-natured 
fun but I did notice that he loved to be physical and show off his 
"manly" strength.  Jill even mentioned this exact thought to me when 
we left the water and headed to the picnic tables for lunch.

We all ate the sandwiches that I had prepared in the morning, while 
Jill supplied the refreshments from her cooler.  The picnic tables 
were the typical one-piece wooden ones where the benches were 
attached to the table top on opposite sides.  We had some nice lively 
conversation concerning current events and the like while we ate.  
Jill and Freddie were sitting opposite each other and were holding 
hands for a short time, when they began an impromptu arm wrestling 
match.  Freddie was a pretty big man, 34 years old, 5'11" and 175 
pounds.  Jill, also 34 years old, was 5'7" and 135 pounds.  Freddie 
was toying with her, pretending to yawn, when he decided to end the 
match after 20 seconds.  I made a cutting comment to Jill, in good 
humor of course, and the three of us laughed together.  Just then, 
Jerry asked Freddie if he wouldn't mind if he could try his luck in a 
match against Jill also.  Freddie told Jerry that he had no objection 
if Jill didn't.  Jill did not and asked Jerry to sit down to get in 
position.  I considered Jill to be just a bit over average in 
strength for a woman.  She weight trained with me occasionally in my 
condo basement and we had arm wrestled for fun once in a while.  She 
usually put up a half decent struggle against me, lasting perhaps 10 
seconds, before I pinned her arm each time.

A few of the other pool members saw the impending match and gathered 
around to watch.  Jerry and Jill began their match.  Surprisingly, 
their arms were absolutely still for at least 15 seconds.  Both their 
faces were showing the strain.  Jerry, whose expression was one of 
lighthearted determination at the beginning, was now showing a more 
serious appearance as he was gritting his teeth.  Jerry began to gain 
an advantage as Jill was clearly weakening.  After about 45 seconds, 
Jerry finally pinned Jill's arm to the table.  Jill smiled and 
congratulated Jerry, who murmured something back that I could not 
discern, but did give Jill a good-natured smile in return.  About a 
minute later, he asked me if I would like to try him in a match.  I 
declined by telling him that I simply wasn't into it.  He didn't 
press the issue.  I glanced at Jill and gave her a quick wink.  She 
understood why.  I was glad that he didn't because my competitive 
nature would prevent me from losing to him on purpose (as several men 
have done with me over the years).  I didn't want to embarrass him, 
especially with so many onlookers around.  I had no doubt that I 
could pin him in seconds based on his match with Jill.  Over the 
years, I have dated a few men who discovered that they were not as 
strong as me and could not handle this situation.  They subsequently 
no longer called me for dates.  

I observed two things about Jerry.  Despite his nice physique, he was 
not very strong at all and he appeared to have a self-image problem 
concerning his physical strength that was apparent throughout the 
day, as he was constantly trying to impress the females (mainly me) 
as to how strong he was.  He seemed, however, to be a great fun-
loving guy who I really wanted to get to know better.  I also wanted 
Jerry to get to know me better before he found out about that his 
girlfriend ("to be, or not to be") was, in fact, stronger than he 
was.

It was getting late and we all went in to shower and got dressed to 
leave.  We all walked to the parking lot together.  Jerry and I were 
holding hands as we walked.  Jill and Freddie went their separate way 
as we all parted company.  Before dropping me off, Jerry offered to 
take me to dinner at a local diner and off we went.  When he finally 
brought me home, I told him that I had to be at work by 5:00 a.m. as 
I was on shuttle duty this week and needed to go to sleep early.  
Jerry told me that he would call me next week to set up another date.  
He walked me to my door and we kissed.  Then we kissed again a bit 
more passionately.  Our height difference apparently posed no problem 
at all as I leaned down to meet his lips.  We smiled at each other 
and bid each other good night.  I really enjoyed his company and 
looked forward to our next date.

During the next two weeks, both of us were too busy at work to free 
up together for a formal night out.  We did, however, meet each other 
for late dinners at some nice restaurants several times.  Each time 
we drove home separately as we still had no time to make some late 
night romance as each of us were very much yearning for.  I felt that 
we definitely were getting more and more comfortable with each other 
at this point.

Jerry and I finally scheduled a big night out together.  He was going 
to take me out dancing, then to dinner and finally to his house for 
some late night fun.  About two hours before he was to pick me up, he 
was called away on an emergency and asked me if I could drive to his 
house and wait for him there until he took care of his urgent call.  
I told him that would not be a problem as he told me how to enter his 
home without tripping the alarm.

I dressed myself in a sexy black halter dress that was cut low in 
front exposing an inch of my cleavage. The dress ended about four 
inches above my knees.  I wore a set of gold jewelry including a 
necklace, earrings, a bracelet on my right wrist and gold watch on my 
left.  I wore black high-heeled shoes with ankle straps.  The only 
underwear I wore on this particular warm evening was black panties 
and a black-laced bra.  My brown hair fell to my shoulders nicely.

I drove to Jerry's house and he arrived a few minutes later than 
scheduled and we left immediately.  He had already dressed himself 
before going on his emergency call.  He was dressed beautifully in a 
black suit, white shirt and bowtie.  He also mentioned the fact that 
he was wearing lifts in his nice patent leather shoes, as his height 
was about 5'9" on this night.  He humorously said that since we were 
going dancing, he would like to be able to look into my eyes to some 
extent.  I laughed along with him.  We then left in his car to enjoy 
the evening.

After a wonderful time at the dance hall and dinner afterwards, we 
returned to Jerry's house.  We entered and immediately sat down on 
the couch in his large living room and began to kiss and caress each 
other with extraordinary passion.  This went on for the longest time 
as Jerry began to remove his coat, shirt and finally his shoes, socks 
and pants.  Simultaneously, I took off my dress.  We then began to 
embrace each other again as Jerry removed my bra and pushed me down 
on the couch as he climbed on top of me.  He began to caress my 
breast while we continued to tongue kiss.  I reached down to his 
crotch and, surprisingly, I found that he had not achieved an 
erection.  I began to massage him to stimulate him when Jerry 
suddenly squeezed my breast causing me to yell out in pain.

My immediate reaction was that I grabbed his hand and pulled it off 
of my breast.  I said, "Jerry, please you were hurting me.  Why did 
you do that?  Jerry responded, "It was an accident, I'm sorry".  I 
replied with a smile, "Okay, but please be gentle.  Now where were 
we?"  Jerry then reached down to remove his boxer shorts as I did the 
same with my panties.  He grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket 
and quickly put it on.  The only attire remaining on me were my high-
heels.  Again, he mounted me and we began to kiss.  After about a 
minute, I again reached down to his penis and, for a second time I 
found that Jerry was not aroused.  Shockingly, Jerry squeezed my 
breast again, even harder than the first time.  I again screamed in 
pain "Jerry, please I asked you not to do that, you're hurting me".  
He did not stop and I slammed my free arm against his hand twice 
until he released me.  I said angrily "Jerry, I don't like to be 
manhandled during lovemaking.  I'm not into that scene.  If you are, 
then tell me now and I'll be on my way with no hard feelings".  Jerry 
was still on top of me and was peering down at me.  His facial 
expression was one of sternness and he said, "You're not leaving.  
You came here for a reason and I'm going to give you what you want".  
At this point, I knew that I had made another mistake in judging a 
man's intentions and I just wanted to get out of there without any 
trouble.

Jerry then started to bring his face toward mine while simultaneously 
grabbing and pinning my left hand and grabbing my breast again with 
his other hand.  I yelled to him, "Please let me go, I don't want to 
be with you anymore."  He ignored my plea and started to squeeze my 
breast again.  I was now infuriated that he was treating me like this 
and I reacted by slamming my free arm against the side of his head, 
making solid contact with the inside of my elbow.  I evidently 
stunned him with my hard blow to his head as he released his grip of 
my breast.  I then hastily pushed my arms to his chest and he rolled 
off of me and fell to the floor.  I leaped up off the couch and 
quickly gathered my clothing so that I could leave.  

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jerry running at me, but I could 
not react fast enough to get out of his way.  His force drove me into 
the wall and I fell to the ground a bit dazed.  Jerry jumped on top 
of me and straddled me.  He now had a huge erection and he forcibly 
penetrated me.  I was recovering my faculties and started to gyrate 
side to side and, thankfully, I succeeded in getting his penis out.  
Jerry, not pleased that I stopped him from climaxing inside me, then 
started to slap my face hard a few times.  I desperately grabbed his 
arm and then turned his wrist outwardly and succeeded in turning him 
onto his back as I pushed him as hard as I could with my other arm.  
I then said to him "Jerry, you made a big mistake trying this rough 
stuff with me and now you're going to pay for it big time".  My 
strong move against him surprised him and he did not react against me 
immediately allowing me the time to punch him once in his mouth.  I 
then got up off of the floor to confront him face to face.  I was so 
furious that I wanted to humiliate him.  

I allowed Jerry to get up.  Here we stood, man versus woman, both 
naked ready to go to at each other with our bare hands.  Jerry rubbed 
his mouth with the back of his hand and noticed that I had bloodied 
him.  He looked at me and said with disdain, "You know that I'm not 
going to let you get away with this Karen, don't you?"  He started to 
come at me slowly with his fists raised in awkward fashion.  As I 
expected, he did not appear to know how to fight at all.  From my 
huge height advantage, I started to swing my fists downward at his 
face swiftly in combinations.  Jerry did not, or could not hit me 
back as he was in a defensive posture, trying to cover up.  I 
connected solidly to his face several times.  In fact, one punch was 
so hard that I hurt my hand.  He withstood my assault as he proved he 
could take a good pounding because, as hard as I tried, I could not 
knock him off of his feet.  His mouth and left eye were cut open and 
his right eye was badly reddened as my punches took some of the 
starch out of him.  Jerry, apparently realizing that I could beat him 
up in a fistfight, crouched down, gathered another energy burst and 
lunged at me with his head down.  I grabbed his shoulders and used 
his momentum to slam him into the wall behind me.

He had hit the wall face first and remained against it for a second.  
I had followed right behind him and grabbed him by the shoulders.  I 
then pulled him back and slammed his face into the wall about three 
more times, his blood was now painted on the wall.  He was now hurt 
and staggering and was barely able to remain on his feet.  I turned 
him around, and drove my knee into his groin, connecting with his 
still erect penis and he fell to the ground, moaning.  He was curled 
up into a half circle.  I started to kick him in his sides with my 
pointed shoes over and over as he laid there still moaning.  

After I felt that Jerry was beaten enough and no longer a threat I 
paused.  I looked down at him and asked him in condescending fashion, 
"Do you still want to play rough with me, you little shit.  Big tough 
guy, aren't you?  You have to beat up a woman in order to get it up?"  
He didn't answer.  "I again asked him "So what is it going to be 
tough guy, do you still want to fight me?"  He then responded in a 
low voice "no more, just leave me alone".  I answered him sternly, 
"That's what I wanted to do in the first place, but you thought that 
I was just a defenseless girl that you could beat up for your own 
sick pleasure.  That's for hurting and porking me, you scumbag!  
Maybe now you will know how to treat a woman."

I then got my clothing and dressed myself, but this time I did not 
take my eyes off of Jerry, who was still on the floor, badly beaten 
up.  After I tied my halter dress, I walked backwards to the front 
door, and gave Jerry one more cutting remark "Hey Jerry, how does it 
feel to be beaten by a helpless female.  I just want you to think 
about how all of the women that you hurt must have felt.  And now you 
can go fuck yourself!"  

I then left the house and drove away in my car.  Thankfully, I was 
lucky that Jerry had that emergency call and I had to drive over to 
his house to meet him.  I would have hated to have to ask him to 
drive me home!

The next morning, I woke up and my hand was throbbing.  It turned out 
that I had fractured two of my knuckles on Jerry's jaw and was 
required to wear a soft cast for a few weeks.  I also had a black 
eye, cut lip and finger marks on my breast.  My consolation was that 
Jerry had worse bruises than I did and not just the physical ones.  I 
called Jill to tell her what had happened.  She was dumfounded at the 
news of Jerry's cruel behavior.  About a week later, Jill had found 
out from a friend of a friend of a friend that Jerry indeed abused 
both of his former wives.  Lucky me.  I picked another gem.  I never 
saw of heard from Jerry again to this day.

Well fellas, that's it for Story #3.  Once again, I'll be glad to 
hear your comments and let me know if you want to see Story #4 (the 
last, hopefully, of my four experiences against bad guys).  I want to 
again thank all of you who took time out in providing me feedback on 
my first two stories.