Carmen's  5th story about wrestling and boxing
by RNMEXGYM@aol.com
Brief informative life reflections of my fighting life Part 5


My Email: RNMEXGYM@aol.com please email me questions and comments. I am not
looking for opponents!!

Hi everyone. First I have to give my great and adorable husband his kudos for
writing about our lives together. Based on the emails I received regarding his
story it is clear that he is more popular then I! HA HA. I guess someone is
getting his WASP ass kicked later, ha ha, just kidding. I am a lucky woman. So
what's next? I am compelled to write about my fight with the father of my
boyfriend from High School. I wrote about this boyfriend in an earlier story
and may have mentioned his father was and probably is still a major ass. To
that end, since I have been writing on this site all my friends have heard
about it and are reading and enjoying and some of the "important" one's on the
inner circle have asked me about this piece of crap so I have decided to write
about him. Heck, it's cheaper then spilling my guts to a shrink, ha ha.
Actually, if anyone needs to do that it would have been him ... ... way back
when in Brownsville, Texas.

Well, you all read the story about my b/f and I and how I hurt him and really
first realized how strong I was. He and I were a well known couple in our High
School during our Junior and Senior year. We liked each other a lot, were
experimenting with sex all the damn time and having fun. I was rough with him
sometimes but not all the time as we both enjoyed seeing how strong I was
compared to him. There was of course no comparison as I always was able to
make him beg or cry in pain in some kind of hold I would put him in. I never
did these things as punishment but instead just to prove how much stronger I
was thenhe and it did become a sexual turn on for both of us. There were even
times sitting at a movie or something I would just whisper to him that I am
going to put him in a scissor hold or put his arms behind his back until he
cried and I would see his cock growing to the brim of his underwear and his
breathing increase. Still amazing back then seeing him cum like a fire hose
when I held him in certain positions and seeing him cry and cum was something
I got very into to. Plus having him worship my body put me into a different
world and made me appreciate my own muscular body more and more. At that point
of my life I knew of course I had a very muscular body like the rest of the
girls on the team but as far as I knew I was the only one using in a sexual
way with my boyfriend. It was a great point in my life. There was one point
after we both watched a football game that we went back into his car and were
making out when I grabbed him in a bear hug as tight as I could and he came in
his pants as he begged to be released so he could breathe and when he did cum
he sobbed on my shoulder for like 5 minutes and that made me so hot we ended
up having intercourse right there in the car for the first time and it was the
first time I could say that I actually "took a man" or quite bluntly said,
fucked a man! Again, it was a terrific point of my life.

Both of his parents worked and my mother worked so we often would end up in
one of our houses having sex after school. All of that had to wait for
gymnastic practice to end since that was always a priority but we always found
the time. His parents were very well to do compared to my family situation. He
lived in a much bigger home with all the amenities. I would not say we were
poor but not nearly as lucky as he was. His father was a contractor and built
a lot of the homes on his side of town and was a big shot relative to the rest
of us. He was a short, overweight slob who spoke poorly to his wife and
children and never had any respect for anyone especially women. I had very
little to do with him but when near him I hated him and he had no idea
probably who the hell I was anyway as he seemed very full of himself. Now, I
kept a diary all through High School and of course there were pages upon pages
detailing my boyfriend, our experiences and my feelings about them. Why not?
It was private and it was mine! One day I was in a panic when I realized I
lost my diary and then got this cold chill in my body when I realized I left
it at my boyfriend's house. I was scared to death one of his siblings or worse
his parents would read it and read that we were having sex or worse that I was
beating the shit out of him at will. My worst fears were realized when we both
found out his father found it.

Now some of what I have to write now will be rather graphic so for those who
are squeamish you might as well stop now!!!!!!

His macho Mexican father reads all the details of what YOU ( the reader) knows
plus some more, ha ha, and angrily confronts my boyfriend and gives him a
beating for allowing a "girl" to do what I did. So he comes to my house that
night with a black eye and VERY shaken to tell me all of this. It was an
absolute horrible time for both of us. He was hysterical, scared to go home
and scared for me to ever see me as "he was going to teach me a lesson". I
felt violated that this pig read my VERY PRIVATE diary plus he beatthe shit
out of his sin and wanted to "teach me a lesson". Now make no mistake about
it, I was just 17 and learning about my own body still and was scared to death
of this grown man. Even though he was just 5'7 with a pot belly, drunk half
the time and a chain smoker, he was still a grown mature man who worked with
his hands and always talked like a macho tough guy. If that was today he would
be a dead short bastard in a blink of an eye but that was then and not now.

For two months I kept away and was always scared and he too walked on egg
shells until one fateful night. It was like yesterday in my memory. His father
was supposed to be in Dallas on some kind of project for 3 days and my
boyfriend and I ended up at his house at about 3PM with nobody home and we
were having sex. He was worshipping my body as I posed and posed for him and I
eventually had sex 2 times that afternoon. It was so much fun since I loved
him and we got along so well and I was entering this new world of fighting and
control of my man plus I was accepted to college in California and was excited
about that, everything in my world was perfect except his Dad. I was sitting
with his cock inside me as his back was on the floor massaging my breasts
after the last one when we heard the door open downstairs and in Spanish his
father asked if anyone was home. I jumped off him and we both got dressed in
seconds and before I knew it he pushes open the bedroom door and went
ballistic. With a cigarette in his mouth he wanted to know why this whore, ME,
was in his house and why he, my boyfiriend did not beat the shit out of me for
what I wrote. My b/f and I were both on his bed sitting up listening to this
madman and we were scared to death. He motioned towards me with his fists but
stayed a few feet away and was screaming for my boyfriend to "slap the shit
out of this whore and fuck her like a man" and "show her who the man is" !!!!!
I sat there trembling. I had no idea what to do or what was going to happen.
Suddenly he comes at me and grabs me by the hands and tries to yank me off the
bed. I naturally resisted and pushed him off me. That infuriated him seeing
that he could not just lift me off the bed and throw me around like a piece of
shit. Meantime I feel weird that I think he just tried to pick me up but I
easily pushed HIM away. So he tries it again and this time I stand up and
SHOVE him half way across the room and he slams against the open closet door
and he yells in pain as his back caught the door. We were both standing and my
boyfriend is open mouthed watching. I thought it best I run out of there
before he kills me so I start to run and he grabs me by the hair and I
instinctively slapped him, just once, but hard enough to make him let go of my
hair and then I lost it- now remember what I said- I truly lost it and do not
remember everything but I do remember slapping him as hard as I could, yes
maybe a punch or two but not sure, and slapping him so hard and so many times
that at one point he was on the floor with my slapping him so hard there was
blood all over his face, from his nose I think, and his ears and I did not
stop slapping until he was crawled up in a ball and silent. Meantime my
boyfriend at this point is on my back begging me to stop and I had to slap him
away to but it only took one or two. I was beyond furious and probably the
angriest I have ever been to that point or since that point!!!!!!! I stayed on
my knees next to his quivering body as he covered his face that was a mask of
blood and tried to think of what just happened. I then stood over him and he
sits up and is cursing me and calling me all these names and how he is
personally going to fuck me like a man and teach me a lesson. He stands up and
charges at me and I shoved my shoulder into his charge and stopped him in his
tracks and then just starting slapping him again as he stood there. It is hard
for me to explain how strong I was back then and how big I was even relative
to now. All that gymnastic training makes one very very strong and an
accumulation of slaps is as dangerous and damaging as many peoples fists! I
recall kicking him in his stomach that big fat soft stomach and he dropped to
the bedroom floor in a heap. I must have kicked him several more times and
then bent down next to him and banged his head against the floor and left him
there in silence. My boyfriend was freaking out trying to make me stop. Again
I was furious.

I picked the father up and sat him on a chair and tied him up the best I could
with some rope from the closet. I sat opposite him on the bed with my b/f and
waited to see what was next. My hope was he would apologize and that would be
it but again he started with the rants and threats. I had no choice but to
slap him as hard as I could until he was barely conscious. It was a terrible
scene with me slapping this grown man into submission, my boyfriend freaking
out begging me to stop and me in a rage. His eyes were swollen, there was
blood coming out of his ears and nose and he was a pile of sweat. My b/f was
nervous and sobbing and I was nervous and anxious and very troubled at what
was going on. About 15 minutes went by as he awoke from being semi-KO'd and
this time he just sat in the chair and stared blankly at us. This fat out of
shape bully of a man was exhausted. I was emotionally drained at that point
but recall feeling relaxed.

I began to lecture him how evil he was and how much I loved his son. He was
emotionless to my comments. I walked around him and continued lecturing him
and was dying to slap him more ( now keep in mind of this scene took place 2-4
yrs later I would have used my fists on this jerk and ripped him apart and
then broke his jaw but back then I knew nothing about boxing) but did not. I
then sat down next to my boyfriend and hugged him and started to kiss him and
I don't know why but got very turned on as he kept rubbing my biceps and had
that envious look on his face knowing I just beat up his horrible father. I
don't know how it happened but I began undressing him and when he was naked I
stood up with my back to the father and took my clothes off. I told him to lay
down and placed his erection into my very wet pussy and fucked him like never
before with his father RIGHT THERE. I don't know how long it lasted but it was
the best sex I ever had. I forgot his father was there but knew seeing me fuck
his son VS vica versa would kill this man. I stayed on top of him for a long
time kissing him and allowing him to worship my muscles and strength as I was
so into this I was so damn happy it was a new level of sex for me. After a
while I remembered his father was there and jumped off my boyfriend and in ALL
OF MY GLORY, stock naked I walked over to him still tied up and stood in front
of him. Just stood there and stared into his eyes and then noticed HIS OWN
ERECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The man
had a fucking erection! I was so happy as he turned his head in humiliation as
I pointed his own little cock getting hard over my body. His son whispered to
me that we should both go shower and then untie him. I said no fucking way and
went on to a posing routine Like I never have. His fucking cock was going to
jump out of his dirty jeans.

Sorry about what will follow but I warned you readers. I slapped him once in
the face and he grunted and I pulled down his filthy jeans and underwear and
there he sat with his erection, tied up, beaten and bloody right in front of
me!! My boyfriend ran out of the room. I grabbed the fathers cock and with my
hand and only a few yanks had him cum on to his sons rug and my hand- he was
screaming stop the whole time but never called me a bad name. I am telling you
it was surreal as they say. He did not cum much and again I only have his son
to compare it to. Whatever cum was in my hands I rubbed all over his mouth and
I did that with ALL of my might so I am sure that hurt. I lectured him so more
that I would beat the living shit out of him, his son and his other son ( who
was in the marines and I met just once and had NOTHING against of course) if
he bothered me again. He never agreed to anything and sat there in dejected
silence. I got dressed and went into the bathroom where my boyfriend was
hiding and told him the details. I then went back in and untied the father but
he just sat there and slowly put on his underwear and jeans. My b/f and I sat
on the bed opposite him and I explained I did not want ot hurt him but will a
lot worse then this if I do not get my diary back in 1 minute. He rose to
leave the room but I was scared he had a gun or something so I followed him in
ot his bedroom where he pulled it from a drawer.

I realize this story may be gross for some and boring for others so I will cut
to the chase. Once he got himself together he went back to Dallas for 5 more
days. Upon his return his son and he spoke that he should break up with me
because " I am crazy" ha ha, he said. We did not break up until I left for
college months later. We did agreed that I would never come over his house
again which was fine and I only saw his father one more time at a convenience
store, he just ignored me, before I left for college. You have to understand
where I grew up on a border town in Texas, Brownsville, where many of us were
first generation Americans and the machismo from Mexico was and still is
pervasive so what happened is quite noteworthy, ha ha, to say the least.

My boyfriend and I continued our relationship and he never mentioned his
father and I never brought him up. I felt badly for beating his father the way
I did and giving him a hand job just came naturally at that specific moment. I
was never in a situation like that since then thankfully and am sorry that
that happened. I still have the diary and have read it from time to time to
see my feelings about the beatings and sex I would give my boyfriend and tried
to analyze them the best I could.. Only two other people have read them, my
first husband and still friend Jack who did not care to read them in any
detail and my current husband. He has read them in great detail and interest
... .enough said

I know this was a short story and maybe gross for some but I wanted to get it
out. Many of you are asking for my boxing stories and will get those shortly.
Love to all Carmen

Now a note from my husband.

Oh man, I cannot believe I am writing again. I have not written this much
since I was doing a composition in grade school about my summer vacation!
Well, Carmen suggested I answer here some emails she has received about me.
Since nobody has my email address and that is a good thing, she thought I
answer in my own words some of the questions that seem to be very common.
Biggest question is why did I fight her more then once and why do I stay with
her.

From my heart I say the following. The first fight we had was pretty fucking
horrible since the result was I was "put to sleep" which is a nice way of
saying I was knocked the fuck out, then woke up with my own damn cum on me and
was pretty much fucked by my wife. OK? Got that? Simply stated and strait
forward. Now there was no way I was going to live with that so we fought
again. Same result except this time I knew I gave it my all since I was not
positive the first time. Hearing her say, "night night officer" before she
choked me out that second time sucked a moose's cock but it happened. I sulked
around for about a month and then made a HUGE mistake challenging her to a
boxing match. Huge huge fuck up since she beat the living shit out of me in a
fashion I am not used to and was so badly beaten that I missed several days of
work. She was always cool about everything which made it bareable but it still
sucked. I worked out seriously for a while with a wrestler from the gym and
challenged her again, a week before New Years and I did a drop better but
again was choked out. This time I woke up with her sitting on my face rocking
back and forth holding my hands until she came all over my face, she hopped
off after she was finished and gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. By
the time allof this was over my hed was spinning not knowing weather to blind
or shit myself. She sat on my stomach and explained her life in detail about
all of her experiences and all. I just remember looking up at that 8 pack and
big tits not believing what this woman can do to me anytime she wanted. It was
pretty fucked up at the time I admit. Anyways as they say I still tried a few
more times and always the same result until it came to a point that I accept
she is a better fighter, period and end of story. There is something that is
shitty about waking up after being choked out and having your wife smiling
down at you as she puts my cock into her pussy and fucks me. That may sound
like fun for some, then again putting your dick into a live socket may be fun
for some but not for me. In a perfect world it would be me beating her but it
ain't that way man. It is what it is so that's all I can say here. Just
keeping it real as they say.

Why do I stay? Because I love her and she me. She wrote this and I will
confirm, that there is no crazy domination bullshit going on here in any way
whatsoever. Carmen is a rock of a woman in every way, loving, great mother,
mostly loyal, good friend and partner. Yeah, she benches more then me, can
whip my ass and so on but we have a great relationship. Look, do I know who
wears the pants? Yeah, duh, she does but it is not like you may think. Does
she push the envelope sometimes and "twist my arm" or in bed make me do some
things or not? Yeah but so what that is the give and take in any relationship.
Carmen wants what Carmen wants and I am cool with that. I haveno problem with
any of it at this point in my life. Yeah, she can be demanding but what woman
is not? Do I please her all the time, am I making sure she is satisfied, yeah
and yeah but I do so not bc she is going to bust me up but b/c I love her. So
now you have it so stop asking her everyone b/c you now have the answer. Bye
bye