Moshi 2 
By Hardie. 
Yono beats up her large male cousin    


At her aunt's on holiday, Moshi gets fed up being harassed by her older, male
cousin. The crunch comes when the young man flashes his cock at her. They
fight, and the girl gives the boy a severe thrashing. Now the day has come
when Moshi's younger sisters arrive for their visit and Moshi has to go home.)
........................ My sisters arrived the next day around lunch time,
and we all had lunch together. My aunt and uncle, not working because it was a
Saturday, went off to do the week's shopping, leaving us kids at home. I was
supposed to be packing to leave later that afternoon, but I'd done most of it.
I wanted to show my younger sisters how much control I had over their large,
muscular male cousin. As soon as his parents left we all went up to my
bedroom. I made Yokito strip in front of us girls. He was trembling with shame
and fury with shame as he took off his clothes, but was too scared after the
beating I'd given him to do anything other than obey. My young sisters were
goggle-eyed. They'd never seen a naked young man before, and were fascinated
by the boy's beautifully muscled body, his thick male cock and dangling balls.
"You beat him in a fight?" my twelve year-old sister Yono was impressed. She
poked him in the balls as she looked up at the humiliated male who towered
over her. "You beat up this big boy?" "Sure," I replied. "Girls can always
beat up boys if we want to. He was easy. Weren't you cousin?" Some sort of
sound came from my big cousin, which I took to be a 'yes'! "I reckon I could
beat him up too!" said Yono. "I've always wanted to beat a really big boy in a
fight! It must feel so good to make a big boy give in to a little girl! How
about it, cousin. If you win, you can make us do all the work next week and
flash your cock at us any time you like." Her tiny fingers curled round the
boy's big cock. She sensed his hesitation as he looked taken aback by her
challenge, bewildered by his emotions as the girl's hand on his cock made it
difficult for him to control his straining libido. "Surely you're not scared
to fight a twelve year-old girl?" she taunted, stepping back and standing with
her legs apart and her hands on her hips - a pretty, young, female fighter
challenging a large, Herculean male to single combat. I didn't intervene, even
if my tiny little sister did look no match for the powerfully built boy. We
often practised self-defence moves together, and I knew that Yono was a tough
little spitfire, well able to take care of herself. Mara, my eleven year-old
sister, was twitching with excitement. "Oh, go on, fight her," she pleaded. "I
want to see a girl beating up a boy. Make him fight her, Moshi!" She had no
doubt that Yono would win! I give the OK and we went out into the secluded
garden. Yono was wearing a short, grey, pleated mini-skirt, which showed off
her nicely rounding thighs. Her developing young breasts bulged primly under a
white cotton crop top, exposing her taut, smoothly tanned stomach. She wore
white calf length socks and white trainers. At her request, I used an elastic
band to gather her long dark hair into a pony tail to keep the hair out of her
eyes as she fought. I patted her on the behind when I'd finished. "Go get him,
girl," I encouraged. The tall, broadly built, naked young man and the trim
little preteen girl faced each other across the lawn. Incredibly, it was the
tiny girl who faced her opponent confidently and calmly. My big male cousin,
on the other hand, looked distinctly uneasy. And the great oaf hadn't learnt
anything from his fight with me! We could all see the boy gathering himself
for a big swing. He took a deep breath, tensed up his cute big muscles,
stepped towards my little sister and swung. My other sister, Mara, gave a yelp
of apprehension at the power of the boy's blow, but she had no need to worry.
Yono had seen the punch coming a long way off. The girl ducked under it
easily, then produced a combination which set both of us girls yelling with
delight. Perfectly balanced as the boy's fist cut the air above her head, the
quicksilver girl stomped down on his instep with her left heel, rocked back
and drove her right fist with perfect timing into the young man's dangling
balls. The boy yelled with agony, clutched his balls with both hands, half
hopping half limping as he tried to contain the pain in his foot and retreat
from my little sister's attack at the same time. But the girl wasn't to be
denied. Pirouetting neatly, she swung her leg and smashed her foot into the
boy's throat, sending him floundering backwards, gasping for air, desperate to
escape from the terrible tomboy's vicious assault. The girl gave her naked
male opponent no respite, driving his massive body before her with flying
fists smacking into his ribs as her knuckles bored into the boy's reddening
flesh. Mara and I cheered with excitement as the tiny girl, skirt whirling
around shapely thighs and pony tail bobbing, waded into her muscular male
opponent and drove him back. "Hit him! Hit him! Oh great! She's winning. She's
winning!" screamed Mara. My insides were melting. If there's one thing better
than beating up a boy myself, it's watching another girl beating up a boy,
especially when it's a little girl beating up a big boy! Yokito's retreat was
halted when he collided with a bench set near the corner of the lawn. We
shouted a warning, but he didn't hear. The backs of the boy's knees caught on
the wooden top of the bench and he went over it backwards, to crash onto the
lawn with an impact which left him dazed and winded. My little sister whooped
with glee and jumped onto the bench. She looked down on the naked male body
sprawled below her. She was about to throw herself on top of the helpless
young man, when she stopped and stepped down. Mara was screaming at her to
finish off the boy, but I think I understood why my little sister didn't go in
for the kill. She wanted a clean victory, not one which depended on an
accident to her opponent. Well, I respect that attitude, though I would
personally have finished the boy there and then! Yokito got slowly to his
feet. "Come on, cousin," taunted Yono as he limped uncertainly back onto the
lawn, "there's a girl waiting to fight you here." Her eyes gleamed with
confidence as the powerfully built boy faced up to her again. This time it was
the girl who attacked first, feinting with her right to his head, she drew up
his guard, then sank her left fist into the young man's muscle padded stomach,
dancing away as he swung back in retaliation for her audacity. The girl came
in again, swayed inside the boy's fist, ducked really low, and, just when it
looked as if the massive bulk of her male opponent would crash into her
slender frame, brought her fist up like a power driven piston to splat into
the boy's vulnerable balls with sickening force. Yokito's head shot back as
his mouth opened to rent the air with a horrible howl of agony. His hands
clutched his balls. He sank to his knees. His head drooped. My sweet looking
little sister held him by the hair, pulled his head back to stare mercilessly
into the boy's imploring eyes, then drove her knee into the young man's jaw.
My lithe little sister stepped back as the mighty, muscular male toppled over,
writhing in agony, moaning in pain and despair, to slump dazed and bewildered
at the young girl's feet. Taking her time, Yono pulled the boy onto his back.
She hitched up her skirt and straddled the boy's barrel like chest, her knees
barely able to touch the ground on either side of him. She held him by the
hair with one hand and disdainfully patted his face from side to side with the
other. "Poor cousin," she taunted in a mock soothing voice. "Was the great big
boy hurt by the little girl. Did she hurt your big boy balls. Poor, poor boy.
Now you'll have to do all the chores while we're here next week. What a
shame." I was really getting off now, seeing my little sister taunting the
naked young man. What Mara and I could see, which Yono couldn't, was the huge
erection growing from the boy's fuzz of pubic hair as his cock rose in tribute
to the girl who was humiliating him. Then, to everyone's surprise, especially
Yono's, the boy made one last desperate attempt to rescue his masculinity. He
grabbed hold of my sister with both hands, and, using all his enormous
strength, he literally plucked her from his chest and threw her off him. Mara
and I squacked our alarm as our little sister was sent tumbling from her
perch. She lay there for a second, trying to gather her wits, to work out what
had happened, then wriggled away and got to her feet. Yokito tried to follow
up his advantage. He too had made it to his feet, and charged the girl with
murder in his heart. It looked quite comical really, as he still had his huge
hard- on which stuck out in front of him like the tip of a lance, quivering
with tension as he drove himself at the girl. He snarled with fury as he
reached for her fragile frame. Instinctively, with lightning reactions, Yono
dropped to her knees. For the second time that day, Yokito flew over an
obstruction. This time it was a female obstruction, rather than a wooden
bench, but the effect was the same. He crashed into the lawn, winded. My
little sister was on her feet in a flash. I could see that she was hurt a bit
where the boy's legs had hit her body, but a quick rub was all she needed as
she went to work on her naked cousin. She wasn't going to give the powerful
young male another chance to recover. Coolly she stepped between the prostrate
boy's spread legs and kicked his balls with terrible ferocity. The young man
screamed in agony, clutched his aching balls and rolled into a curl, sobbing
with pain, rocking in anguish. My little sister stomped all over his muscular
body as the boy squirmed at the girl's feet, taking a dreadful toll of his
endurance as her heels thudded into his unprotected flesh. Mara was jumping up
and down with glee. "Finish him, girl. Hit him again. Kick him!" she yelled as
our sister pounded the body of the hapless boy. Yokito tried to get up. He
drove himself to his knees, unable to contemplate being beaten by a twelve
year-old girl! But the girl was having none of it. This time she was
determined to finish off her mighty male opponent. Yono smashed her foot into
the boy's elbow, sending him sprawling face down on the ground once more. The
girl leapt high in the air, skirt swirling around shapely female thighs, and
landed in the small of the boy's back with both feet, jerking his upper body
off the ground with the force of her assault. As the stricken male lay there
helpless and bewildered, the young girl dropped on his back, reached under his
bull like neck with one slender arm and locked it across his windpipe with her
other arm across the back of his neck in a sleeper hold. She squeezed with all
her strength. The boy feebly clawed at her arms in panic as the girl, a
determined look on her angelic young face, poured all her power into the
stranglehold. The boy's fingers fluttered briefly, then flopped to the ground
as the girl gave a final jerk which rendered the male fighter unconscious. My
young sister stood up, smoothed down her skirt and patted her hair into place
as Mara and I cheered her victory. Then she turned Yokito onto his back,
spread his legs, and stepped into the v she'd created with his limbs. Mara and
I watched with breathless excitement. When the young man recovered
consciousness, the first thing he saw was his pretty cousin standing over him
in her mini skirt and crop top, her hands on her hips and her pretty face
looking down at him with a quizzical smile on her lips. His cock rose slowly
in an enormous erection. The girl put her dainty little foot on his balls.
"You'd better give in to me, cousin," she said sweetly, "or I'll crush those
nice big balls of yours!" "I give in," sobbed the devastated male fighter, red
faced with shame and despair at being beaten up by a tiny young girl. Mara was
beside herself at the spectacle of the huge, powerfully muscled male having to
acknowledge defeat at the hands of a slender young girl, and I loved it too. I
showed my sisters how to finish off a male opponent by milking his manhood.
The girls were fascinated as my silky fingers pumping his cock soon sent his
gorgeous male body into uncontrollable spasm as I made him spurt his sperm in
a fountain of fluid. And when I left to finish off my packing they had their
male cousin stretched out on the lawn, wanking him off for the umpteenth time.
Mara had asked to fight him the next day, but the way things were going I
reckon my little sisters would have drained all the strength out of him long
before then! It was not a good time for the boy when his girl cousins came to
stay!