Lesbian Victory! by Hardie A powerfully muscled male loses his girl friend and his credibility to the new girl in school - a shapely lesbian street fighter! This story contains explicit sexual material and should be read by adults only. Jake preened as the announcement came over the loudspeakers. He'd just won the school hundred metres in a record time of 12.4 seconds and wallowed in the congratulations of his fellow pupils. "Now it's the girls' race," said his girlfriend, Ruth. "Joanne's running. Let's watch!" Jake reluctantly moved to the side of the track. Joanne had joined the school at the beginning of term and was proving to be a real pain so far as Jake was concerned. Firstly she'd taken the maths. prize in the recent end of term exams, a prize which Jake had always won up to now. Then she, and a very mediocre boy player, had beaten him and Ruth in the mixed doubles tennis final, another event he'd always won before Joanne's arrival. But, worst of all, was the attention she paid to his girlfriend. Wherever they went, Joanne seemed to be there as well, and, to Jake's chagrin, getting more and more of Ruth's attention. And now, in his moment of triumph, he was being dragged off to watch the girl in action. Not that she was hard on the eye! At five foot seven, with a slender looking 34 - 24 - 34 figure and long, shapely legs, Joanne was a beauty. She had a wide-eyed, pert-nosed look which was most attractive, and her dark brown hair was neatly swept back into a pony tail with a fringe dropping over her forehead to prevent the style from being severe. On the track she wore the standard school athletics gear of navy blue cotton briefs and white halter top, calf length white socks and white running shoes. She looked every inch an athlete, and she soon proved that she was, winning the race with an easy grace, which left her opponents struggling in her wake. She jogged over to where Jake and Ruth were standing. "Well done!" said Ruth, eyes shining as she hugged the victorious girl. "You were marvellous! Oh, listen, here's the result." ".she has not only beaten the school record for the girls' hundred metres, but equalled the boys' record of 12.4 secs. as well!" "Gosh!" exclaimed Ruth, while Jake seethed with jealous rage, as everyone now began to congratulate Joanne. "You've equalled the BOYS' record. That's wonderful! You can run as fast as Jake even!" "Too bad, Jake," said one of the boys. "Your record equalled by a girl!" "That's 'cause I slowed down at the end when I knew I'd won. I just eased off, you know. I could have run a better time if I'd wanted to." "That's nice to hear, Jake. You're about to be given the chance." Miss Prentice, the girls' PE teacher came into the group. "The Chair of Governors has asked if you two can run off for the overall championship. How about it Joanne? Would you like to show everyone what a girl can do?" "O.K. Miss," said Joanne demurely. "I don't mind running again, if Jake doesn't mind running against a girl." Jake hesitated. He had nothing to gain here. If he won, then that would be expected. If he lost.... "Don't tell me you're scared of losing, Jake," said Miss Prentice, determined to deliver the race the Chair of Governors wanted to see. "Surely you can't be scared of losing to a girl!" "Go on, Jake!" encouraged the boys. "You can beat her. She's only a girl!" Everyone was excited now, and Jake had little option but to accept. Grimly, he set off for the start while the race was announced over the speakers. In contrast to Joanne's slender figure, Jake had the typical build of a sprinter, wide shoulders, deep chest, heavily muscled thighs and powerful upper arms. At sixteen years of age, he'd already reached a height of over six foot and towered above his female adversary as they stood on the starting line. But it was the girl who looked the more comfortable, stretching like a cat, shaking her long legs to loosen her calf muscles, while the boy just stood there. In fact, he knew very little about sprinting. The male PE teacher was no athletics coach, and left the boys more or less to their own devices. Jake's idea of running was to simply throw himself up the track and batter his way to the finishing line. He had no technique, just brute strength, and this was not enough! At first, the boy looked good. His strength carried him into an early lead. But, at seventy metres, he could sense the girl on his shoulder. She floated over the track with easy grace, body erect, head still, arms rhythmically pumping oxygen into a body which concealed powerful female muscles under silky, tanned skin. The girl began to overtake her powerful male opponent. Jake tried to accelerate away from her. His head rolled. His shoulders twisted. Instead of increasing his speed, he slowed himself down by fatal fractions of a second. The girl was past! To screams of delight from several hundred schoolgirls, she won by a metre! "Hard luck, Jake," she said to Jake, holding out her hand. The boy, blinded with shame and fury, grabbed it angrily and squeezed the girl's fingers as hard as he could, causing her to cry out in surprise as he sadistically tried his best to cause her as much pain as possible. Then Ruth and the others were there, all over Joanne, telling her how wonderful she was, and he had to let go. And Miss Prentice came and took Joanne off to be presented to the Chair of Governors, while the announcement came for all to hear. ".. Special race between the fastest boy and the fastest girl, and the girl won - yes, the girl, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls - the girl won in a new school record of 12.3 seconds!" And Jake had to go up too. "Don't feel too badly about being beaten by a girl, young man," said the Chair. "This is the age of 'Girl Power' after all," she smirked, "and you males will just have to get used to it!" "That was a rotten thing to do, when I offered to shake hands," said Joanne angrily as they walked away from the podium, off the track and back towards the changing rooms. "Yeah! Well somebody has to put you down, Miss Girl Power. You may be able to run better than me, but you sure as hell can't fight better, so just keep away from Ruth and me from now on or I'll do more than just squeeze you stupid little hand!" "What's up?" Ruth joined them as they bristled at each other. "Nothing much," said Joanne, "it's just that macho boy here is a bad loser and is threatening to beat me up if I don't keep away from you. Not that he could!" Although her voice was calm, Joanne's face was flushed with anger as she stood with her legs apart and her fists clenched by her waist, looking as if she was going to attack any second. "You threatened to FIGHT her!" Ruth turned on her blustering boyfriend, "Just because she beat you at running?" "Well, she's a pain, always hanging around you, coming between us. It's time someone taught her a lesson. She's just a leech the way she hangs around you all the time - a bloody lesbian!" Ruth was shocked, and by now a crowd of kids had gathered round, goggle- eyed at the confrontation between girl and boy. Joanne remained calm. "Now I'M warning YOU, boy. I beat you for the maths prize. I beat you at tennis. I beat you at running and I can beat you at fighting too. Then, after I've done that, I'll show you that maybe I AM a lesbian, and take your girlfriend as well! So either back off, like the loser you are, or come down behind the gym and see if you're tough enough to fight a girl!" Jake was stunned. He'd never had to fight anyone before. His great bulk had always been enough to scare everyone off. Yet this damned girl was challenging him in front of all his friends. He was being challenged to a fight by a girl and he couldn't back down even if he wanted to. Everyone was for it! 'Well, if that's the way you want it,' thought Jake, a red mist clouding his judgement as a jealous rage seethed in his brain, 'then that's what you'll get!' And he swung a haymaker of a punch at the mocking face of the girl who challenged him. Taken completely by surprise, Joanne barely had time to defend herself against the murderous blow. Only her razor sharp reflexes saved her from instant defeat as she threw up an arm and tried to duck at the same time. Her reactions were enough to deflect Jake's fist. Instead of landing on the girl's jaw, it struck a glancing blow on the skull above her left ear, sending her staggering sideways to sprawl on the ground in an untidy heap, looking very feminine and very vulnerable as she lay helpless at the feet of the muscular boy! The spectators were shocked by Jake's cowardly attack, and only Ruth reacted to the assault, rushing to Joanne's aid as she lay on the ground trying to clear her head from the effects of Jake's punch. "Are you all right? That was." she seethed with indignation, "...just rotten! Does it hurt? Let me help..." Joanne gently levered Ruth aside and got to her feet. Jake hadn't moved. He was ashamed at what he'd done, and realised he'd thrown away any support he'd ever had by his loss of temper. He wasn't sure what to do next. "You'll be sorry you did that, Jake," said Joanne levelly, fixing him with her large, round eyes. "Now it's really serious!" The antagonists were on a patch of lawn between the gym and the tennis courts. The wall of the gym and the wire fence of the tennis court provided two sides of a square, while the onlookers blocked the other two sides. Ruth felt a surge of excitement, and at the same time she was scared for Joanne. She was sure they were fighting over HER, and she didn't know who she wanted to win. Jake had been her boyfriend as long as she could remember, but he couldn't provide quite the same thrill she got when she was with Joanne. Now Jake was jealous, and Ruth felt a terrible fear for the girl who opposed him. "Look, I'm sor..I didn't.," Jake mumbled in embarrassment, stepping towards her, arms wide in an attempt at reconciliation. Joanne's foot was a blur as she swung one shapely, tanned leg and kicked the burly boy savagely in the balls. Jake's mouth flew open as a howl of male distress escaped his lips. His hands flew to his crotch. His body sank into a crouch on trembling legs, then he rolled onto the ground, clutching himself in agony as the crowd gasped in excited amazement. "Now we start even!" Joanne stood over the writhing boy, hands on hips, breasts thrusting against the fabric of her top. "I could finish you off right now if I wanted to," she said, " but I expect you'd whinge afterwards because I kicked you in your precious male balls, so I'll let you get up! Get up and fight me if you dare, boy!" As the pain died down in his blistered balls, Jake's anguish turned to anger. No girl was going to talk to him like that; challenging him to fight! He'd fight all right, and not stop until he had this chit of a girl begging for mercy. Slowly he began to get up, pretending to be more hurt than he really was. Then, before he was fully erect, he threw himself at his female opponent, bowling her over, sending them both sprawling to the ground, the girl spread-eagled under the bulk of the muscular Jake. "Got you," said Jake, gleefully, sliding up so that he sat on the girl's chest, his hands holding her wrists, forcing them to the ground with his considerable strength. "Now you pay for kicking me in the balls." Joanne didn't move. She was well and truly pinned and had no intention of wasting her energy trying to get out of an impossible situation. She simply lay there and waited. "Give in!" said Jake loudly, "and I won't hurt you!" Joanne just lay there, looking up at him quite calmly. He wasn't hurting her. He was just sitting there, in a way, just as powerless as the girl until he made another move. And he didn't quite know what to do. "Finish her, Jake," advised someone. "Yea, go on Jake," the cry was taken up. "Finish her off!" Jake shuffled nervously. The only thing he could think of doing was letting go with one hand and punching the girl in the face. Ten minutes ago, in the heat of the moment, he wanted to do just that. But now, with the girl lying helpless under his body, he didn't really want to punch her. After all, she was only a girl, and he'd been brought up not to hit girls! "Come on, Jake. We haven't got all day!" The boy steeled himself. "Give in, or I'll punch you!" he warned. Joanne just lay there, quietly tensing her body, waiting for her opportunity. "O.K.!" said Jake. "Don't say I didn't warn you!" He let go of the girl's wrist. The muscles in his arm bulged as he drew back his bunched fist. Then, taking careful aim on the girl's fragile jaw, he took a deep breath and. Joanne waited until he was wide open, her own slim arm tensed like a depressed spring, her fist clenched but with her forefinger and little finger extended. Then, just as she sensed he was about to deliver his blow, the deadly young girl shot her arm forward. Her fingers struck into both the boy's eyes, and, at the same time she bucked and heaved and wriggled like a demented eel. With a howl of pain, Jake aborted any idea of punching his female opponent. His hands flew to his damaged eyes, sending him temporarily off balance, and the next moment he was being toppled from his victim's body as she frantically squirmed free. Joanne lithely regained her feet. She was quite winded from her ordeal, and took a moment to recover. Jake too got to his feet, rubbing one badly hurt eye, glaring breerily through the other, hurtling threats at the girl, as he completely lost his temper. Closing both his large fists, he charged, head down, arms flailing, determined to smash the cool little female fighter into oblivion. Joanne had been expecting something from the wounded male, and was already on the balls of her feet even as he attacked. Smoothly, the shapely young girl stepped aside and lashed out with her foot as the boy lumbered past, catching him in the ribs, sending his massive body reeling into the wall of the gym. She was on him in a flash. Her tiny fist smacked into the bewildered boy's jaw, driving his head back to crack into the gym wall, sending his senses reeling as he almost blacked out. Joanne was swift to follow up her attack, smashing her tiny fists into the husky young man's face and body, giving him no respite as he tried desperately to clear his head and fight back against the female fury. Ruth watched with mounting excitement, as the antagonists stood toe to toe, slugging it out, a well built, muscular young male against a smaller, lithely curved female. A battle of the sexes; male against female, boy against girl in single combat. She winced as the boy connected with a heavy hit to the girl's stomach. But, much to everyone's surprise, especially Jake's, Joanne took the punch unflinchingly. Barely defined, yet powerful, female muscles, toned by gymnastics practice and athletics training, rippled beneath the girl's smoothly tanned skin. Jake felt as if he'd hit a board. It was to be the boy's last success. While Jake had never been in a fight before, Joanne had! Ever since she could remember, she'd been challenging boys in all of the so called 'male preserves', and upsetting their fragile little egos with her success. That often led to fist fights, and Joanne had never shirked. She had also never lost. >From her first encounter, Joanne had been able to stay cool, avoid the boys' wild attacks and counter with speed and skill until she had her male adversaries in tears, begging her to stop hitting them. And the skill of the graceful female fighter began to show. Her fists thudded mercilessly into her dazed male opponent, while, at the same time, she ducked and swayed, moving her lithe young body so that the boy's fists hit only air. The onlookers watched in awe as the slender young girl calmly took her mighty male adversary apart. With her pony tail jumping in time to her weaving body as she danced in and out, the nubile young girl flashed her fists into his face until blood poured from a broken nose and one eye became obscured from massive swelling. Desperately, the powerful young male tried to fight his way away from the wall, but the girl wouldn't let him. Every time he moved forward, he ran into a barrage of fists which drove him back again. Confused, bewildered and half blind, the boy's spirit began to break. His muscle-laden arms swung so heavily, that the supple female fighter avoided them with ease. Her own slim arms seemed to move with the speed of a snake's tongue, darting in and out, smacking female fists into male flesh, wearing down the strong, sturdy boy until he could barely raise his arms to defend himself. Ruth could hardly bear to watch her mighty boyfriend being given such a hammering. Yet, the fact that it was a sexy girl who was beating him up excited her in a way she'd never felt before. "Oh Jake!" she cried, with pity in her voice as she nervously chewed a knuckle. She could see the distress her boyfriend was experiencing. She could see the desperation in his face as he began to crumble before the girl's assault, and she knew he was beaten. Joanne was destroying him! And Ruth's insides were melting as she watched! Ruth wasn't the only spectator who was experiencing sexual sensations. Many of the boys had their hands in their pockets, playing with enormous hardons brought on by the sight of a scantily clad, shapely girl giving a tall, muscular boy the hiding of his life. Those who still hadn't changed out of their running shorts could not conceal the erections thrusting against the flimsy material and this, together with the thrill of seeing a boy being beaten up by a female, made many of the girls share Ruth's melting moments of shining-eyed sexual excitement. Joanne was also experiencing elation as she hammered her powerfully built, masculine opponent to defeat. This was biggest ever adversary and she was really hammering him. The girl felt all powerful as she cruelly destroyed the boy she was fighting. In a fight with another boy, domination was enough. As soon as one boy got on top, the other cried 'uncle' and that was it. All over. But a fight with Joanne was different. Winning wasn't enough for her. Her aim was not just to win, but to sadistically break the boy's will and totally emasculate him in front of his friends. All her instincts told her that males were her enemies, competing with her in every walk of life, and the more she beat them, the higher her status would be. The girl destroyed Jake with merciless savagery. She held the boy against the wall by the throat with one hand while she calmly smashed her fist into his rapidly softening stomach. Jake, sobbing uncontrollably with pain and shame, begged the sadistic little girl to stop hitting him. But it was no use. Her fist stabbed into the slabs of muscle protecting the boy's stomach, pounding them to jelly, until she could sink her fist wrist deep into his gut. Tears streamed down Jake's face as he saw no hope of either escape or mercy. He pleaded with his terrible female torturer to let him go. "Please stop..you win..I'm sorry...please stop hitting me.", he whined through moans of pain. Joanne was unmoved by her male victim's piteous cries, and the onlookers were squirming with embarrassment at Jake's abject surrender, as they watched the tall, powerfully muscled young man lose his masculinity to the curvaceous little girl. Ruth's lips curled with contempt at her boyfriend's cowardly performance, and she began to encourage Joanne to punish him further as she fell under the spell of the smooth limbed young virago. Joanne delivered one final breath-exploding punch into the devastated boy's gut and let go of his neck. As he slowly slid down the wall, she grasped him by the hair and forced his head back, holding his mighty body steady as his legs began to fold under him. Then the girl drove her fist with all her might into the helpless boy's exposed jaw. Jake went down like a sack of coal, limbs flopping, as he fell, face down at the girl's feet. Joanne calmly kicked him in the ribs, making his torso jerk with the force of the blow, then rolled her male victim's massive body over, so that he lay spread-eagled on his back. "I thought boys were supposed to be good fighters!" said Joanne, disdainfully kicking his supine form. "You talk tough, but you're a useless great gutless wimp. Maybe you haven't got any balls. Let's see, shall we!" Deftly, the scantily clad young girl whipped off the boy's running shorts, and tossed them nonchalantly into the crowd. The spectators gasped in awe as the girl stripped the hapless boy naked. Many of the girls had never seen a naked young man before and giggled with bright-eyed coyness as they took in the sight of Jake's thick cock lying snugly between his two swollen balls. Joanne stood over him, legs astride, hands on hips, pert young breasts thrusting against the soft fabric of her halter top. Her navy blue cotton briefs perfectly moulded her flaring hips and flat abdomen, and the smoothly tanned skin of her legs and stomach stretched tautly over the barely defined muscles of her shapely, female body. Lake gazed up at her through his one seeing eye, as she proudly stood over him - a victorious, dominant female standing over a defeated, subservient male. "Tell everyone you're sorry for being a silly little boy!" coaxed Joanne, nudging his balls with her foot in encouragement. "I'm, I'm sorry for be..being a silly little boy," stammered Jake, fearfully. "Say, 'Joanne's a better fighter than me and beat me up.'!" Ruth watched Jake lose whatever dignity he had left as the girl who had beaten him tormented him mercilessly in front of all their friends. She knew she could stop this public humiliation of a boy by a girl if she wanted to, merely by asking Joanne to quit, but she didn't want to. Much to her surprise, she was enjoying the sight of a sexy young girl destroying the willpower of a naked male victim. Then her eyes widened in amazement. The other spectators also gasped at what was happening. Jake's cock stiffened, then soared majestically erect as his libido responded to the excitement of the masochistic subjugation he was experiencing at the hands of the nubile young girl. Joanne let everyone see Jake's monstrous erection for a few seconds. Then she drew back her foot. "We can't have you enjoying yourself, now, can we diddums!" and she drove her foot into Jake's unprotected balls with fiendish force. As the stricken male fighter howled in anguish, rolling over, clutching his balls, blind with agony, the triumphant girl took Ruth by the hand and walked off towards the changing rooms. "Now that's REAL Girl Power!" she grinned, and Ruth looked at her devotedly with shining eyes.