Girls Just Wanna Have Fun 
by Ibfeysaat



(Questions and comments to ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

Men are so easy. They never learn. And I like to remind them. Girls rule!

Mr. Davis was my first. Like taking candy from a baby. He was a baby. A
crybaby!

I was just a little schoolgirl. He was a 40 year old man. It wasn't a fair
fight. I slaughtered him. Guess what? He came back for more. So I beat him up
again.

Mr. Davis was obsessed with me. More importantly, he was obsessed with my
fighting capabilities. It all started when he witnessed a fight where I beat
up another girl. I beat her up after school in his back yard. He lives across
the street from the school.

I don't know how much of the fight he saw. But it couldn't have been very much
because I got her down pretty quickly and I was sitting on her and punching
her in the face. She was crying and pleading for help when Mr. Davis came out
of his house to break up the fight. He pulled me off of her but the fight was
already over. Kacey was bleeding and crying and begging for mercy. As soon as
Mr. Davis pulled me off, Kacey ran away crying. I stayed and talked to Mr.
Davis. He had a boner but I didn't mention that I noticed it.

He asked me what the fight was about and things like that. Mr. Davis sure was
impressed by my fighting ability. He kept complimenting me and asking how I
learned to fight like that. It was odd to me, but I sure enjoyed his
reverence. It also made me warm and wet in my most feminine areas.

A few days later I saw him watering his lawn when I got out of school. I
walked over to his yard and said hi Mr. Davis. He pretended that he wasn't
aware of my presence and turned and said "oh hi Jamie." He was looking for me
and when he saw me, he acted like he hadn't. He asked me if I had beaten up
anyone in the last couple of days. He was being sarcastic but it set the
subject matter for the conversation. Mr. Davis asked me if I had ever beaten
up a boy. I asked him what he thought and he guessed that I probably had. When
I confirmed his suspicions, I casually glanced at his pants and was excited to
see that he was sporting a noticeable bulge. My nether regions were becoming
warm and wet again. I went home and fingered myself while fantasizing about
beating him up.

The next time I saw him he was watering his lawn again right when school was
getting out. He smiled when he saw me and said "hi Jamie, I hope you're not
coming over here to beat me up." He smiled as he said it. I didn't miss a
beat. "No, but I think you and I both know that I probably could." I smiled as
I said it but I really wanted to gage his response. He gulped and suddenly he
was tongue tied. Mr. Davis said I don't know, maybe you could. He asked me if
I had ever beaten up a grown man. I told him that I hadn't yet but was looking
forward to giving it a try. Mr. Davis had a bigger boner than usual. He seemed
very nervous and stammered something about having to go inside. I think I
spooked him. But at that moment I just knew that I was going to beat him up
and he was going to like it.

It rained for the next couple of days and then spring break came. So it had
been a couple of weeks until I saw Mr. Davis again. He was watering his lawn
again when school ended and seemed happy to see me. Of course his first
question was whether or not I had beaten up anybody over spring break. I
confronted Mr. Davis about his obsession with me and my fighting ability. He
apologized and confessed that he is confused about his feelings. He admitted
that he can't stop thinking about it. It both excites him and scares him. Then
he asked me if him and I had a fight, who did I think would win. He was very
nervous as he asked me about a theoretical fight. Mr. Davis stammered and had
trouble getting the question out. He was wearing very loose fitting sweats,
but he couldn't hide his boner, as hard as he tried. I didn't say anything.
Mr. Davis wasn't the only one who was getting excited over the possibility of
the potential fight.

I asked him if he had ever been beaten up by a girl and he said he hadn't.
Then I asked if he's ever even been in a fight. He said not since 4th grade.
He proudly announced that he won the only fight that he could even remember.
That positive memory seemed to both cheer him up and calm him down. I then
told him that unless he had some kind of mad fighting skills that I would
probably beat him up. The slightly tempered response was vague enough to keep
his interest up. I sure didn't want to ruin everything by scaring him away.
Then I told him that it would be fun to beat him up if we could still be
friends afterwards. My schoolgirl giggling as I said it camouflaged my darker
intentions. If he wanted me to beat him up, I sure wanted to vaguely mention
that it would be fun. We left it at that and I left knowing that he couldn't
resist the temptation and that it was only a matter of time.

The following day Mr. Davis was watering his lawn when I got out of school. He
was intrigued by the possibility of fighting me and the potential of getting
beaten up by a girl. He started talking about what would happen and if I was
serious about him and me having a real fight. Of course I kept emphasizing how
exciting and fun it would be to try and beat up a grown man. Since he lived
alone, he thought that if we were actually going to do it, we could use his
house. I told him that I would be willing but wanted to bring a friend just in
case. He didn't seem to mind so we decided to have our fight after school on
Friday. I couldn't wait to beat up a grown man and humiliate him in front of
my friend, at his house. I had evil intentions that I just couldn't wait to
subject him to. Better yet, he was all but asking for it.

My best friend Tanya and I had been talking about Mr. Davis. Tanya was hoping
that what I was telling her about would actually happen. Me too! When I told
her that he agreed to a fight and I was going to beat him up in his own house,
she couldn't believe it. I told her that she was going to get to watch. We had
a ball planning all the fun things that we might do to him after I beat him
up. It gave him a boner every time he saw me and we talked about me beating
him up. He tried to hide it, but his inappropriate sexual arousal by getting
beaten up by a teenage girl, gave me the moral high ground to do anything I
wanted to him. His sexual curiosity of me was not something he was proud of.
Too bad! He had to pay!

Friday after school Mr. Davis was waiting in the back yard when Tanya and I
got there. I was 5 foot 3 and 110 pounds of pure girl power. Mr. Davis is 5
foot 7 and a soft 165 pounds. He was wearing a pair of navy gym shorts with a
jock strap underneath. Somehow I discovered that after the fight. He wore a
Mickey Mouse tee shirt which was perfectly apropos. Tanya and I had on blue
jeans and tee shirts. He nervously greeted us and led us into his house. He
said we could fight in his basement. We went downstairs and he asked how we
were going to do this. I told him that Tanya would say go and we would just
start fighting until I beat him up. His pulse was racing. I could see it in
his neck and temples. He said ok and slowly began removing his shoes. I think
he was trying to stall. I stood across from my terrified opponent and asked if
he was ready to get beaten up by a teenage girl. He gulped and nodded his head
but he didn't speak.

I looked at Tanya and she said ready, fight. Mr. Davis stood waiting for me to
come to him unsure exactly what to do. He wasn't even protecting himself. I
took one step toward him and socked him in the face. It startled him. I paused
for just a moment and then unleashed a flurry of punches like a wild girl.
Like a pair of windmills. Left right left right left right left right left
right. Bare fisted. Not crisp, like if I was boxing. No, just wild lefts and
rights. The first one or two landed before he could protect himself. But he
quickly brought his arms up in a completely defensive stance. That was exactly
what I was hoping for. He could block some of them. But lots of them were
going to land and hurt him. The plan was to make it quick before he even had a
chance to realize what was happening to him. He was backing up but unable to
slow down my initial onslaught. The wild punches that landed cleanly to his
face felt great. Maybe 50 or 60 non stop punches in 15 or 20 seconds and
before I knew it we were on the ground. I was quickly able to get on top of
him and execute a perfect schoolgirl pin. Just like that. I had beaten him up
and pinned him. Now my real fun was beginning.

Mr. Davis didn't look so good. He had a couple of welts on his face and a
mouse forming under his right eye. He congratulated me and said that I won. I
beat him up.

"Shut up! I'm not finished with you yet. You wanted to get beaten up by a
girl. You wanted to feel what it's like to be helpless, at the mercy of your
conqueror. Every time we discussed it, you got a boner. Didn't you?"

No I didn't, he lied.

"Don't lie to me." I yelled. And then I let him have it. Like a jackhammer, 5
straight punches to his nose. I had his arms pinned under my knees. So he was
defenseless. I didn't break it, but I bloodied it. I held my fist menacingly
and asked him again. "Every time we discussed it, you got a boner. Didn't
you?"

Yes he ashamedly admitted. So I punched him 3 more times in the nose. "You
want some more?" I pulled back my fist threatening to pulverize him. "You
pathetic weak man. The fantasy of getting beaten up by a girl makes your silly
little dick get hard, doesn't it? I'll bet you've got a boner now. Don't you?"

He looked like he was going to cry but he lied again. No he softly replied.

So I punched him 5 more times like a hammer on his bloody aching nose. More
blood appeared and Mr. Davis started screaming in pain, shame, and terror.

I looked down at the shell of a man and told him not to lie to me again and
announced that I would prove it. I was going to strip him naked. He pleaded
with me not to, but his request fell on deaf ears. I got off him and stood
over him, grabbed the sides of his gym shorts and quickly and roughly stripped
them off. He was wearing a jock strap underneath which made us laugh. I yanked
it off too. Turns out that Mr. Davis wasn't lying. His teeny little cock had
shriveled up and was barely noticeable, camouflaged in his pubic hair. Now we
had something else to laugh about. I sat back down and reestablished my
dominant perch pinning his arms so that there could be no question as to who
was in charge.

"What's the matter shrimp dick? I thought getting beaten up by girl made you
pop a boner. Where'd it go? Did this little girl just beat the manhood out of
you? You're pathetic. I'm not finished with you yet. I wanna hear you beg!"

As I was belittling him I shifted my attack. With both hands open face, I
began slapping him in the face. Side to side. There is something so
exhilarating about slapping a helpless grown man in his face. I rained hell
upon him. Not only was it extremely humiliating for him, it was painful with
the realization that it would only get worse.

"Is this what you wanted? Are you going to cry? Oh my God you're crying. Tanya
look at him. He's crying. Haha little man. I beat you up and made you cry. Now
beg me for mercy!"

Once his little boy tears appeared, the flood gates opened. He unabashedly
balled his eyes out. He was begging me for mercy and to please stop. He
admitted that he was a loser and pathetic. Mr. Davis was overcome with shame.
The shame of wanting to get beaten up by a girl. As he wailed he kept asking
"what's wrong with me?" I had completely broken him. He was a sobbing wreck
and frankly I needed to just shut him up. So I grabbed the back of his head
and sat atop his face. His pleas turned into "mmfff." What's that you say?
Mfffff! I couldn't understand him but it sure was funny and we laughed at his
poor attempt at enunciating with my jeans smothering his face. He was gasping
for breath as I suffocated him. All of his struggling was making me hot.

After a minute or two, I shifted back a little and slapped him again yelling
at him to shut up and quit your crying. I stood above him and unsnapped my
jeans before taking them off. I sat back down on his face and buried his mouth
in my girly panties. I grabbed his head and forced my smelly panties into his
mouth. It felt so good. It was so dirty. But I wanted more and besides, he was
getting blood all over my panties.

"Kiss my pussy Mr. Davis. Smell it. I beat you up and made you cry. So to shut
you up you have to kiss my pussy. Is this what you wanted? You like it don't
you? Tell me you love it"

Mmmfff.

"What's that Mr. Davis? I can't understand what you're saying but it sure
feels good listening to you try. You want to see it? Do you Mr. Davis? Want to
see my naked hairy cunt? Want to taste it? Want to eat it? Beg me! Tell me
that I'm your queen and you're just my bitch. That's what you want you
pervert. You pathetic loser. Well, you're gonna get it now.

I got up straddling his head and with his full attention grabbed the sides of
my flowery panties and slid them down and off. His eyes got wide and his mouth
opened up into an "oh my God" expression as he feasted on my girly charms. His
boner had risen from the ashes to salute me.

"Do you like it? Is it pretty? Am I everything you hoped I would be?" That
comment was sarcastic and a not so subtle reminder that grown men like him
shouldn't dream about young girls like me. It struck a nerve as his shame and
tears returned. "Poor baby. Are you crying again? I thought you'd like it.
Haha. Too bad. Beg me. Beg me to make you kiss my pussy."

Burying his face in my young bush was so empowering. Making him kiss and lick
me where I pee was so dirty. But it felt so good. I humped his face trying to
embed his tongue inside me. The heat emanating from my young cunt threatened
to burn him. I didn't care. I was hot and sopping wet. He was going to make me
cum and I just wanted to explode all over him and make him lap up my juices.
With Tanya urging me on, I fucked his old man face with reckless abandon. You
can't accuse me of not trying to warn him of the impending explosion as I
screamed for old man Davis to make me cum. And when I did, I actually spewed a
gush of girl cum right in his face. That was the first time that happened, but
certainly not the last.

I will spare you all the gory details, but let's just concede that Mr. Davis
tongued me and Tanya to our heart's content. We made him abuse himself and
laughed at him when he came all over his own face. He hated every second of
it. But deep down inside he craved it. He loved being dominated but hated
himself for liking it. As we left him to wallow in his shame, I told him that
I would be back next Friday. We were going to have a boxing match and he
better perform a little better or else I would make him really sorry. Guess
what? I beat him up again the following week and I had even more fun. Mr.
Davis is now my property. At least until he burns in Hell!

You wanna know why I'm going to continue to beat him up and make him worship
my hot little cunt? Cause girls just wanna have fun. Lots of fun! Would you
like to be next?