Sister, Friend, and Others 
by Ibfeysaat



(Questions and comments to ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

I'm afraid that my tale might be similar to yours. I'm a 31 year old man who
seems to find different ways to end up getting beaten up by a girl. It's been
happening all my life. It started with my big sister. Brittany is my big
sister and ever since I could remember, she has been beating me up. My first
memory was when I was 5 and she was 7. We argued about something and she just
beat the shit out of me. I was crying and bleeding in the nose. The fight
lasted maybe 30 seconds. It was a slaughter. Brittany laughed at me after she
beat me up. Once or twice a month, we would fight over something. I would be
crying like a baby and she would be laughing at me. We fought less and less as
we grew up. But even when we did, Brittany still won. Around the time I went
into puberty, I began getting a boner whenever she beat me up. This was a
secret I kept to myself. At least I never mentioned it to my sister and she
never acknowledged it either.

I never had a lot of friends growing up. There was David, who lived 2 doors
away. And his little sister Jenny. They were my closest friends. David was 2
years older than me and Jenny was a year younger. One day in high school, I
was hanging out with Jenny. David had left for college. Jenny started my
descent by asking me if my sister still beats me up. I just looked at her and
asked what she just said. Jenny giggled and repeated her question. 2 things
happened simultaneously. One, I was getting scared. Two, I was getting a
boner.

"What are you talking about?"

Jenny laughed and said "come on. You used to get beaten up by your big sister
all the time but I haven't seen her in a while. So, does she still beat you
up?"

I turned the question around and asked if David still beats her up. She said
of course not. He was a boy and 3 years older. They hadn't fought in years.
Besides, they got along famously. And then she asked me about it again. My
heart skipped a beat. I adjusted my sitting position to try and hide my boner.
I began to perspire. That captivating sensation was beginning to course
through my veins. The fear of getting beaten up and the sexual arousal caused
by the same thing. I just stuttered something unintelligible. Jenny giggled
even harder. In fact she was laughing. Laughing at me and my funny situation.

"It must be so humiliating for you to get beaten up by your big sister all the
time. I remember watching some of those mismatches when we were younger and it
was exciting to see her beat you up and make you cry. Kinda turned me on. I'll
bet that even I could beat you up and I am a year younger than you."

Now I was blushing and she was making my little cock very uncomfortable. I
stuttered out something else that was thoroughly unintelligible as my brain
was getting flustered and scared. As a picture of Jenny beating me up for no
reason flooded my psyche, my scattered mind frantically searched for a way to
change the subject. My discomfort was evident. Jenny reveled in my fear and
shame.

"Boy are you getting scared? Are you afraid of me beating you up too? I seem
to have struck a nerve. You are mortified and yet, you have a boner. You keep
trying to hide it, but I can tell. How come the thought of getting beaten up
by a girl gives you a boner? If I'm wrong, just show me. Let's wrestle. It
will be fun. I'm going to tell you something that I probably shouldn't, but
the thought of beating you up turns me on too. Come on, let's play."

Jenny hopped up off the couch and stood there daring me to the challenge. She
was wearing a bikini top and a pair of gym shorts. I was just wearing a pair
of gym shorts. It was a Saturday and it was hot. She is smaller than me and a
year younger and is a girl. Maybe I might win. Anyway, what did I have to
lose? At least I had a crush on her and she mentioned that she was turned on
too. So, I adjusted my boner and got off the couch to presumably, take my
beating.

She was waiting for me in the middle of the floor with her hands outstretched.
I met her in the middle of the room and we locked hands. As we struggled for
control, Jenny began to overpower me. Slowly at first, and then she was
ratcheting up the pressure. Jenny forced me to my knees. And then we were on
the floor rolling around with her on top. The next thing I know is she has got
me in a headlock with my head stuck to her boobie. As I struggled to get free,
she was able to up the pressure. Somehow she managed to get her legs around me
and was squeezing. With my head immobilized and my body caught in her leg
jail, I was trapped. Her hand grasped my little boner and then she managed to
pull off my shorts.

"Ooh, does Brady have a boner? He seems to like it. You really like getting
beaten up by girl don't you? I'll bet that I can make you cum. That would be
so humiliating for you."

Jenny had me helpless as she slowly jacked me off. It didn't take very long
before I was surely going to pop. I began begging her to stop and warning her
that I was going to cum. She giggled and kept leading me to the point of no
return. I was babbling and struggling to keep it in but it was a losing
proposition. And then my toes curled and I couldn't stop it and whoosh, it
happened. I came like I've never cum before. It was so humiliating but oh God
did it feel good.

"Oops, it looks like Brady just came all over himself. And me, my hand. I knew
that he liked getting beaten up by a girl and now you just went and proved it.
Did you like that? Did it feel good? It better have. Because now you have to
pay the piper."

Jenny swiveled around and ended up sitting on my face. She was smushing me
with her sexy shorts. They felt damp and smelled kinda musty. I stopped
struggling and just kissed her damp pants. It was my effort at surrendering
and making up. Jenny told me to keep going. She was scratching me as she
carelessly and casually wriggled her hips around my trapped face. She told me
that it felt good but she thought I could do better. Jenny got up but kept her
knee on me as she smiled and shimmied out of her short shorts. I was dying to
see it. She then grabbed the sides and pulled off her panties revealing her
sopping wet hairy bush. Jenny repositioned herself comfortably atop my face.
Next thing I knew, this smelly tasty treat was attacking my face. She held the
sides of my head as she moved me this way and that. She stopped going side to
side and began humping my face back and forth. Harder and harder and faster
and faster. Jenny was going to cum on my face and there was nothing I could do
about it. So I sped up my tongue attacking her sensitive little hidden clit
and she came like a freight train. She crushed me!

Jenny liked to beat me up and continues dominating me till this day.
Unfortunately, Jenny has friends and a big mouth. So soon I was being accosted
by other girls. One cutie really revved my engine. Her name is Tanya and she
is a little spitfire. She's really little and cute but has a motor that's
always running. She is the star of the girls gymnastics team. Also, she plays
baseball with the guys! She told me that it would be really fun to beat me up
in a boxing match. Stupidly, I thought that I could actually win and end the
domination that was becoming a regular obstacle in my sad life. We decided to
box at her house on Saturday. I was nervous but excited.

When I arrived, I was startled to see that Debbie and Becky were there to
watch. They were excited to watch the fight. Tanya was wearing a 2 piece
bikini and looked sexy and tan. She had these little biceps which kinda turned
me on. Debbie helped me get my gloves on while Becky helped Tanya. I didn't
even feel bad about wanting to beat up a girl. Becky called us to the center
of the room and explained the rules. 2 minute rounds and the fight would be
over with a knock out! I gulped nervously. Thinking about getting knocked out
scared me. It should have.

Becky started the clock and yelled "ding." Little Tanya came out fearlessly. A
couple of jabs eluded my defenses and bopped me in the nose. I flailed back at
her but she easily blocked my slaps. She punched. I slapped. A couple of
punches landed in my stomach which brought cheers from Debbie and Becky. They
stung too! As I lowered my guard, Tanya jabbed me in the face a couple of
times. My eyes blinked upon impact. I blocked the next one. So Tanya swiveled
to her side and slugged me in the gut. Oof escaped my lips. Another couple of
shots to the body slowed me down. As I lowered my guard, Tanya smashed me in
the face a few more times. She giggled like a little schoolgirl as she beat me
up. By the end of the round, I was beaten up and worried that she didn't just
want to win the match, she really loved beating me up.

With tears filling my eyes, I gazed at her ashamedly. I didn't want to box
anymore. As the realization that she was just going to humiliate me worse set
in, my shame escalated. A girl was beating me up in front of her friends. And
they were downright giddy. I began to softly weep. Tanya made it worse by
laughing at me.

"Are you crying? I'm just a weak little girl and I'm beating you up. It's fun
too. It must be so humiliating for you. I'll bet you are getting a boner. I'm
going to strip you naked after I finish with you. Cry for me you little baby.
You are going to be begging for mercy soon. Get ready, I am going to beat you
up some more."

Tanya was right. I was getting a boner. I don't know why. I wanted to stop.
But she was ready for more. Becky yelled "ding" and Tanya resumed beating the
shit out of me. She may have been littler than me, but she was tougher. Those
punches to the face were so demeaning. Each one announcing her superiority. It
was if she relished punishing me. Soon, the tears were flowing and I politely
tried to quit. I put my arms down defenselessly. She laughed and punched me
right in the nose. It started to bleed and my crying intensified. Tanya was
humiliating me with her fists, her words, her sexiness which was just out of
reach, and her laughing at me. That may have been the most humiliating part.
She really let me have it. By the end of the round, I was crying like a little
girl and pleading with her for mercy. But she just laughed and punched me with
her piston like punches to the face. Left right left right left right left
right. Finally, she landed a punch to my temple which knocked me out. Cold!

What I felt next was her sweaty, smelly foot in my mouth. Tanya was stuffing
her foot in my mouth and making me kiss it. The gravity of my situation
overwhelmed me and I began crying again as I kissed her sweaty dominant foot.
You know what she did to me next. Don't you? Yes she rolled me over and placed
her hairy wet cunt in my face and made me kiss it too. And yes, second Debbie,
and third Becky facesat me and used me for their orgasmic delight. Tanya still
beats me up occasionally. So does Becky. And so does Debbie. And, of course
there are more.