More Than He Wanted 
by Ibfeysaat

(Questions and comments to Ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

I'm a high school sophomore and I recently beat up a grown man. It was
sexy, exciting, and fun as hell for me. Oddly, he seemed to enjoy it too
because I beat him up again. Any time he needs a beating, I will be there.

My name is Bernice but everyone calls me Buster. I play soccer and had a
fight with a senior who tried to haze me. I beat the holy shit out of her.
I think she learned her lesson.

It started at the beginning of soccer practice. I was the best sophomore
and was being considered for varsity. Jamie was the best player on the team
and was brutally cold to me. One thing led to another and after the first
game it became obvious that I needed to stand up for myself. So, she
challenged me to a fight and I accepted. We fought the next day after
school. Next to the school is a house where we wouldn't be on school
property. We fought there.

I was nervous and my heart was pounding. It had been a couple of years
since I last got into a fistfight. And Jamie was bigger than me. But, I am
tough as nails and focused. We squared off and she came at me slapping. I
grabbed her left wrist and punched her in the face 4 or 5 times. She
screamed and turned away. Bad idea. I grabbed the back of her head with my
left and punched her in the face at least 10 times. She fell to the grass
and I pinned her and executed a perfect schoolgirl pin. She was already
crying softly and looking terrified. I smiled and said "looks like there's
a new sheriff in town." And then I let her have it. Punches both lefts and
rights rained all over her face. She was screaming surrendering and
pleading for mercy. She was crying hysterically like a baby. I beat her
bloody and was planning on stripping her naked but the homeowner came out
and pulled me off of her. She was crying pathetically saying that "she beat
the absolute shit out of me. I am so humiliated." And her 2 friends put
their arms around the beaten loser and they left.

His name was Mr Phillips and he asked what was going on. He was wearing a
pair of gym shorts and  no shirt. I told him that she belittled,
threatened, and then challenged me to a fight. Pretty sure that she learned
her lesson. I winked and said "too bad you didn't wait another minute. I
was planning on stripping her naked. You could have seen some teenage
soccer snatch." He giggled nervously. He was very focused and curious about
my fighting proclivity. I explained that I had always been a tomboy.
Beating the boys in anything athletic was fun. Also, my father taught me
how to box and fight as a little girl. The lessons stuck. Mr Phillips had a
noticeable boner! I didn't mention it. He asked me if I ever beat up a boy.
Of course silly, but not in a couple of years. At some point I turned the
tables and asked him if he ever got beaten up by a girl. He blushed and
said no. He asked me if I thought I could beat him up. I looked him over
top to bottom, spending an extra moment to check out his boner. He blushed.
Unless you have some mad fighting skills, I imagine that I would beat you
up. He gulped and I soon left.

As I was walking home, I was all proud of myself. I beat the shit out of
that cunt who was making my life tough. Things were going to change. And Mr
Phillips seemed like he "wanted" me to beat him up. He had a boner. Truth
be told, I was getting wet too. I pictured beating the shit out of a grown
man. When I got home I masturbated to a couple of glorious orgasms in the
shower. I realized that I wanted to beat up a man. There was something
sexual about it. I wasn't sure what, but I wanted to find out.

The next day, I went over to his house and told him about my first varsity
soccer game. It was the next night. I invited him to come and watch. He
seemed genuinely excited about the prospect of watching me compete.

Before the game, Jamie came over to me and earnestly apologized. And during
the game she kept trying to set me up. It was as if she was being
subservient to the new queen. I scored both our goals and we won 2-1. Quite
the screaming and celebrating after the game. Mr Phillips was cheering
loudly.

I went over to talk to him about my performance. He was gushing in his
appreciation of my skills. He was saying that I was so strong and odd
things like that. I told him all about Jamie and casually checked his
package. Sure enough, he had a boner. He asked me again if I thought that I
could beat him up. He mentioned that he couldn't stop thinking about it. He
even went and bought 2 pairs of MMA gloves and a couple of mouthpieces.
Then he looked at his feet and grumbled "Well if I keep thinking about
getting beaten up, I guess I deserve to get beaten up. Would you like to
try?" Even in his old guy loose fitting blue jeans, it was painfully
obvious that he was hard as a rock. I had just played a whole soccer game
where I probably ran 5 miles and was sweaty, stinky, and smelly. And I
realized that I was getting wet! Ya, I would like to try and beat you up if
we could still be friends afterwards.

We went into his house and he took off his shirt to fight in just his blue
jeans. I was in my white soccer shorts and Tshirt with a couple of
mudstains and grass stains. A moment later we were about to begin. Before I
put my mouthpiece in, I asked him if he was sure about this. He hesitantly
nodded yes. I then told him "good, cause I am going to beat the shit out of
you. You are going to get totally dominated and humiliated by a teenage
girl. But you deserve it don't you. You can't stop thinking about it. It's
so dirty and wrong for you. Right now you have a boner don't you? How many
times have you jerked your little cock imagining it? How many?" I just
looked at him and he turned red in the face and said 4 times. It was time
to teach him a lesson.

He put his dukes up in a defensive posture and waited for me. Mr Phillips
was about 5 foot 10 and 150 pounds. He was kinda skinny. But he was a man
and bigger than me so I punched him from a distance. Left to the body and
step back. Right left to the body and step back. In and out. A couple times
he came forward swinging to hit me. Really, he was slapping at me. Most, I
blocked. A couple got through and massaged my face. I was gaining
confidence as he began oofing and aahing with each shot. My combinations
were now 4 and 5 punches. It felt so good smashing his gut in. Eventually,
he lowered his guard and I smashed him in the face with a left right left
combo. Oh shit, you're beating the crap out of me he grumbled. Like a drum
I pounded him in the guts and sides some more. He was in pure defense mode
now. He looked terrified as I pummeled his guts relentlessly. The sadder
his face became the more excited I got. The end was becoming inevitable
which both of us were aware of. I was sopping wet between my legs. I felt
like I might actually cum without even being touched. A couple more shots
to his sides got him to bend over just as I was changing tactics. The
result was perfect. I unleashed a wicked right uppercut which collided
against his sagging face. Right on the nose. He straightened up kinda
weary. He didn't look like he knew where he was. He was jelly legged on
queer street. I hit him with a left right combo to his cheeks and he
slumped to the floor on his knees. Instantly, I jumped on him and got him
flat on his back before grabbing him by the hands and pulling them up near
his head. I spread my legs and pinned him in the elbow sockets. He was
completely helpless and exposed. I told him that "You're going to get it
now. Enjoy!" He struggled uselessly as I pummeled his with lefts and
rights. Not too hard. I wanted this to last. Besides, I wanted to cum
beating him up. He kept trying to give up. Too bad, I am on fire. Before
long he started crying like a little boy. So helpless. I was bouncing up
and down on his belly as I pounded his face. He began screaming and crying
begging for mercy. I was white hot. The passion flowing through my veins
was so intense. I was going to cum just by beating the holy shit out of
him. I closed my eyes and jammed my bottom against his belly. Yes yes YES!
I'M CUUUUMMING! I  didn't hear him stop screaming and crying but when I
opened my eyes, Mr Phillips was out cold! Blood was oozing out of his nose.
Other than that, he looked like he was blissfully asleep.

I decided to strip him naked. He just groaned lightly when I unsnapped his
blue jeans. Down they went revealing a pair of black boxers. Surprisingly,
there wasn't a point. Either to the story or his shorts. But I whisked them
down and off. He had  a cute little cock hiding in his pubic region. Of
course I decided to get naked too. I needed him to eat me out! I climbed
atop him placing my filthy putrid snatch inches away from his nose. A game
of soccer and a beatdown got her sweaty and foul. He fluttered his eyes
before executing a dry heave. My cunt stunk badly. Too bad so sad.

I grabbed his head and facesat the beaten loser giving him a first row seat
to my pleasure palace. It was so sexy seeing just his frightened eyes
peering into my furry twat. I slid backwards and his nose and bloody lips
appeared before I ground forward making them disappear again.

"Lick my stinky cunt loser. This is what you dreamed of. You fucking perv.
You wanted to get beaten up by a girl and now you must worship your
conqueror. If you barf on me, I will beat you to death. So eat me out like
it's an ice cream cone. Bon Appétit!"

My passion was searing. My cunt was gurgling in his mouth. I grabbed his
head and guided him to the places where the fire was out of control. It was
burning everywhere. It certainly wasn't going to take long for me to lose
it. I sang like Bette Midler before I couldn't contain the eruption any
longer. Oh my God he made me cum in his mouth. It was so hot! Meanwhile,
his cock had sprang up to its full potential. I slid down his body and
grabbed his cock before impaling myself aboard. And then I raped him. I
fucked him stupid and came again. My cunt was a gooey mess. He started
screaming no no no. I'm going to cum. He tried to pull out. I wanted a
creampie. First, my mommy put me on the pill after my first period. Second,
he was going to clean up his own mess! So I slapped him in the face and
cunt smothered him. He came like Secretariat! I slid up his body and
facesat him again. He ate me out until I was going to cum again. But it
felt like a tidal wave coming. I couldn't take anymore and I came and
squirted in his mouth. I looked at him, totally sated but just shook my
head. Naa, you deserve everything that I did to you and you deserve this
too! I beat him barefisted  and knocked him out cold again. I got dressed
and left. I am a sadist.

3 weeks later, Mr Phillips showed up at my soccer game and said that he had
been a bad boy. He deserved to get beaten up again. My cunt was drooling.
Wanna guess what happened?