The Aerobics Girl 
by Ibfeysaat

(Questions and comments to Ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

I am the Aerobics girl. My name is Carla. I am 57 years old. Two months
ago, I received an email from Sid, as he called himself, or Ike. You know
him as Ike. And he mentioned that he had written a story on this website
entitled "Beaten Up by the  Aerobics Girl." It was our story. At first I
was pissed. Then I decided to write my own story. This is the truth. The
statute of limitations had passed. This is the story of how Sid became my
boytoy, my bitch, my sexual relief playtoy.

Sid was a man who took Aerobics classes with a bunch of young women in the
1980s. I was serious about staying in shape. I was also 21 or 22 years old.
The class and the sweat was hard but very satisfying. Sid was over matched.
He would take several water breaks. Frankly, I think he did more scoping us
out than actual work. One night he came and exercised next to me. He made a
silly excuse about trying a little harder. When we went through the boxing
portion, he took a water break. We made eye contact and he feigned getting
punched by me. We both smiled.

As a new college grad I was seeing a moron. I didn't know any better. He
was a big good looking guy. But he was so macho. He would get me to suck
his cock but never would return the favor. About half the time we had sex,
I would cum. It seemed more often than not he would finish before I could
get off. I enjoyed the boxing training that our Aerobics class taught us. I
wanted to spar with a man. Not a big guy, like my doofus, no a more well...
a girly man. Sid filled the bill.

After the class we began talking. He was about my size. Not a big hulking
monster like my macho guy. He asked me if I have ever boxed a guy. He was
laying out little hints about seeming to want to get beaten up by a girl. A
girl can dream. Turns out that sometimes your dreams come true.

I told him that I had never boxed anyone but I was interested in sparring
against a man. Then I turned it around and asked if he had ever boxed a
girl. No, I haven't boxed since I was a kid. I always got beaten up he
replied. He mentioned that he wrestled a few times with girls. Of course he
lost but said it was easier than losing at boxing. Sid was studying my
reaction. It surely appeared that Sid was hoping to get beaten up by a
girl. I didn't understand it. But the thought of beating up a boy made my
twat get all hot and gooey. So we continued talking and decided that
sparring against each other could be fun. Darla was going to referee. We
agreed to box on Saturday at his house.

I didn't understand exactly why he "wanted" to get beaten up by a girl.
Surely he was wearing a big throbbing boner as we discussed it. I didn't
mention that I was planning on sitting on his face after I beat him up.
That was my dream. It was also my plan. If macho man wasn't going to lick
my twat, well someone else was going to have to. And the thought of beating
up a guy and forcing him to eat me out was mesmerizing. It that was his
silly wish, he was going to get it.

I chose to wear a black 2 piece bikini for our fight. First, I am 5 foot 7
and weigh 126 pounds. At least I was back then. Long legs and arms. Small
breasted with a V shape. I looked really hot in my black bikini. Sid needed
eye candy to keep him distracted. I dotted my ensemble with a white
headband and a ponytail. Sid was wearing a shirt and gym shorts. He was
kinda cute for a boy about to get beaten up by a pretty girl. Before we
started I asked him if he wanted to get beaten up by a girl. He was afraid
and looking down he didn't answer. I lifted his chin and asked again.
Louder! He sheepishly said yes. I told him to ask me nicely to beat him up.
Please beat me up he quaked. This was better then a dream come true. This
was a cunt wettening wet dream. I smiled like a cat that just swallowed the
canary. As my gaze traveled downward, it was evident that he had a boner.
With my heart thumping we began. 3 minute rounds.

As we both started throwing punches a couple of things became evident.
First, Sid slapped when he punched. They were easy to block and didn't seem
like they would hurt even if they landed. In Aerobics class the leader
taught us to punch through the target. Not to the target, through the
target. My punches seemed heavier than his. He was terrible. I was
inexperienced. But I kept trying different things and was beginning to have
a little success. Most of my punches he blocked with his arms. But some
landed cleanly. At that moment I wasn't thinking about my twat, I was
concentrating on hitting Sid. It was fairly close so far. But he began
backing up and was trying to play defense. I noticed that more and more of
my punches were beginning to land. The varied attack was starting to pay
dividends. He groaned oof and ugh a few times from my body shots. He was
also turning red and perspiring freely. I think that he was getting scared
of me. With 30 seconds left in the round I had him in the corner and he was
in complete turtle mode. Boy did I let him have it. Punches to the body,
shots to the face, and really hard hooks which splattered off his arms and
shoulders. I felt like a middleweight trying to end it. Right before the
round ended, down goes Sid.

As I walked to my corner I mentioned that Sid didn't look so good. He
mumbled that he was ok. I asked how he liked getting beaten up by a girl.
I'm just getting started. I'm going to make you my bitch. That's what you
wanted. Then I asked Darla to remove my top. He needs to see that I'm a
girl and a girl is beating him up. My nipples were rock hard and I was
getting very damp in my panties. I couldn't wait to face fuck my victim.

Round 2 started and I was well rested and festering to fire. I wanted to
hurt him. I wanted to make him cry. I wanted to hear him begging for mercy.
I was very aroused and aware of my arousal. Time for the tigress to capture
her prey. I socked him in the nose. Then I piston punched his body until he
lowered his arms. As soon as he did I pounded him in the face 3 or 4 times.
He brought his arms up and I pummeled his body. He couldn't stop me. Sid
was slow and exhausted. His face showed the signs of a boy getting beaten
up by a woman. I floored him soon. I think he wanted to quit. But I yelled
at him to get up or he'd be really sorry. He looked like he was going to
cry. My twat was foaming. Sid got up shakily and I beat the holy piss out
of him. A moment or two later and he started crying. I made him cry. Like a
little girl. Are you crying? Crying like a little girl I yelled. After 7 or
8 shots to his heaving belly I clocked him with a straight right cross. It
bloodied his nose and he went down again. This time in tears. I had beaten
the self respect out of him. He was begging for mercy too. I made him crawl
over to me and worship his conqueror. I made him beg me for the right to
lick my sweaty twat. And he showered me with soft butterfly kisses. This
was better than sex. Well, it was sex, but femdom sex. I was wetter than I
ever was before. I made him put my bikini bottoms in his teeth and pull.
Somehow I was able to clumsily get them down and off. Now lick my hairy
cunt you loser I screamed. He poked and stroked me. It was way better than
anything Macho Man shrimp dick ever did to me. Grabbing him by the back of
the head I pulled him close. I mean it was the sexiest sight ever. Sid on
his knees with tears streaming out of his eyes and the realization that he
was bloody underneath my bush looking up at me as he ate me out. He was
dutifully doing his job. I was squirming, enjoying this more than anything
that has ever happened to me. It barely took 2 minutes and I felt every
part of me on fire. Oh my God he was going to make me cum and cum good. The
toes scrunched up and I bellowed your making me cuuuuum. Oh my God did I
cum! It turns out that what I thought was an orgasm with Mr big ego and
shrimp dick was a pipe dream. It was ok but nothing like the earth
shattering orgasm that I just had. I eased away from Sid, totally sated, or
at least I thought I was. I told Darla to strip the cum drenched loser
naked. It was time to knock him out cold. My confidence had skyrocketed.
Sid wasn't much of a fighter, but he had a rock hard 8 inch cock. It was
like twice the size of my steroid swine. I just pounded the shit out of
him. He was crying hysterically and pleading for mercy. My twat was foaming
again. I told him to put his arms down. It was time to knock him out. He
closed his eyes and waited. It only took 4 or 5 hard shots to his face and
he teetered over and plopped to the floor. I grabbed a wash rag and wet it
before dabbing the blood off his face.

A few moments later he started to flutter his eyelids as he awoke.
Immediately, he started crying like a baby and pleading for mercy. He had
had enough. His baby talk and tears filled my hole with glee. I was sitting
on his chest with my twat gurgling. She was ready for some facesitting. Sid
was a teary bloodstained mess. But good grief was he packing. His cock was
magnificent and drooling precum. I made him beg me to facefuck him silly.
Slithering forward my hairy bush enveloped his face except for his eyes.
Sid had morphed into my beard. Literally! But his bloody lips and nose fit
perfectly in my twat. (Back then was pre Aids. Nobody wore gloves. Even
doctors and nurses. I didn't mind his blood going inside of me.) And my God
did it feel wonderful. Darla had whipped off her bloomers and was playing a
guitar solo on her clit. Honestly, it looked like she was playing guitar.
And she squirted a load right out of her hairy hole. Never saw that before.
I grabbed Sid's boner and jerked his manliness out of him. In 45 seconds he
came. Holy fuck did he cum! Not 2 or 3 little squirts like Macho Man. Macho
guy was fixin to get fired. No, 10 or 12 huge splatters of white creamy
cum. And then I came spectacularly. And then I came again! Multiple
orgasms. This guy was a keeper. Yes, he needed a beating every now and then
to set him straight. But he was a real boy man.

I climbed off my bloody cumstained victim and Darla took my spot. She
facesat my victim to her heart's content. She was so sexy grinding her bush
into his mouth. It was so natural. Yes it was dominant and humiliating for
Sid, but his boner said otherwise. I sat on it and he plunged his bone into
me so that he could live. The 3 of us had an incredible explosive cum
excursion. Sid was finished. He fell asleep after filling me to the brim
and beyond. I took Darla home and went to see Macho shrimp dick the steroid
geek. I pulled down my pants and showed him my cumstained bush and twat and
told him that he had been replaced. Then I pulled them back up, winked, and
left him with a very confused look on his face.

Sunday night I called Sid and told him that I was getting ready for bed and
I needed to feel his tongue in my hairy cunt in order to sleep. 15 minutes
later I was facesitting my new playtoy. I slept like a baby. When I awoke
it was to the delicious sensation of getting my box tongued. I had a brand
new eager to please boytoy. Life was grand!