Fetish, fantasy, or reality?
by The TKO Kidd desio@adelphia.net
a man's fantasy of getting his ass kicked by a girl is painfully fullfilled...


Fetish, fantasy, or reality?

Mr Gerald Samples was an older black male in his late fifties, and appearing
every bit of his age, stood 5'7", and weighed around 168lbs. Gerald wasn't a
bad looking man for his age, but his age was certainly showing, and another
thing his little secret fetish with desiring having his ass kicked by a young
girl in her teens, was no secret either.

How do i know this? Well i would be a neighbor of his, that lived directly
across from him, within' the projects that was of a predominately black
neighborhood. Also i was told by friends of my own that Gerald had this fetish
with younger girls, or rather the desire to have his ass kicked by one. Gerald
allowed some people to know of his fantasy, and with it being known to others,
the word on Gerald was known by quite a few other people. The rep, and fantasy
Gerald had was no secret, to anyone that knew him.

It was upon this paticular evening that i was sitting in front of my window of
my own apartment, catching some fresh cool air, i noticed Gerald sitting out
on his doorstep. Man it was ungodly hot this summer, and enough cool air
didn't seem like enough. Gerald must've been feeling the humidity himself with
him trying to beat the heat also.

Well there i sat in front of my opened window watching Gerald sit upon his
front door step when Theresa Moore was just beginning to pass by where Gerald
was sitting. Theresa was a young white girl in her teens that attended
Jefferson High, with Theresa being in her first year of highschool, only being
a freshman. Theresa Moore was a cutie, that was for sure, standing 5'5" and
appearing to weigh maybe125lbs, give or take a few. Theresa was well built for
her age, and was an athletic type of a girl. Word of Theresa participating in
girls sports in Jr High was well known, with her having played on the girls
soccer team. Theresa also played a season on the jr highschool boys football
team, and ended up starting as a halfback before the season ended. Even though
Theresa was a replacement for a boy who was an injured player that couldn't
finish the season, she fullfilled her position well, and satisfied her coach
with being the star running back. In the final two games Theresa scored a
winning touchdown in one, while scoring a touchdown in the final contest, and
setting up the other, with a long punt return to allow the winning touchdown
in that game.

Don't ask me how a young girl can accel on a boys team, but Theresa definately
did. Theresa definately appeared strong enough, and it could be seen in this
young woman, that she had worked out to acquire her athletic skills.

Well it wasn't getting any cooler for me so i went to the fridge to retrieve
myself a cold soft drink. When i returned, i noticed Theresa was now
conversing with Gerald Samples. Man, Theresa was looking stronger then ever,
with her wearing a pair of black sweatshorts, and a light gray tank top.
Theresa's legs for a teengirl were incredibaly thick, and from the distance i
was sitting, and from the view of her, i could see in Theresa's legs that she
had some definate show of muscles, and must've been working out quite a bit
harder lately. Theresa's arms appeared strong as well, with them being of good
size for her age, being firm, thick, and solid, and not sparing with showing
any bicep muscles. The girl must've been possessed with wanting so much
muscles on her body, but it was certainly improving Theresa's strong female
figure. Theresa looked better then some grown women, and stronger then most
boys her age, as well as looking stronger then some of your average men that
you see everyday. My guess was that Theresa had a pair of biceps that measured
close to sixteen inches. Theresa's breasts couldn't go unoticed either as she
was well endowed in that area also, being of reasonable size for her age, with
them pushing themselfs out proudly beneath her tanktop, pressing firmly
against the inside fabric of her top garment. Theresa's short brunette hair
glimmered with the reflection of the streetlights lining the walk of projects
apartments along the sidewalk of where Gerald lived, and her pretty self
couldn't go unseen.

Theresa was a gal that came as confindent as they come, and that confindence
could be seen in the way she carried herself. Just watching Theresa, with the
way she adjusted her stance from side to side, while she talked with Gerald
was a pleasure in itself. Theresa's stong confindent attitude showed through
her physical gestures, with her bodily mucsles emunating her young strong
independence.

As i sat, and watched, i noticed Theresa bending over some towards Gerald, and
pointing a stout finger directly in his face. What i heard was a warning she
was giving to Gerald. I was just able to make it out, what Theresa was saying
to Gerald, "Don't test me old man, cause i don't care about what kind of
fantasy you have, because i will still kick your sorry aging ass, and you
won't like it, boy!"

Now i can only imagine what Gerald had said to bring such a rebuke on from
Theresa, but i would bet that he made a sexual suggestion to the girl, in
referrence to his fetish.

Theresa never came on to me as being a fighter, but from her strong physical
appearance, and with her ability to compete in school sports with boys her
age, i imagined that she could fight some.

But whether Theresa was capable of taking a fight to a grown man, i wasn't
sure of. Even with Gerald Samples at his age Theresa could be in trouble
involving herself in a fight with the man. Gerald was no slouch for an older
man, when it came to fighting, and took his share at winning some scappers at
the bars. Heh, am i forgetting that Gerald is actually looking for a girl to
kick his ass, so he just may allow it to happen?

Uhhh,,, then i noticed Gerald reaching for Theresa's breasts with an
outstretched hand. WHACKKK!!! "aarrhhggGG!!! You little ho!" I heard Gerald
say somewhat loudly, then as he was beginning to stand to his feet, and on the
verge of retaliating Theresa's hard slap across the back of his hand, Theresa
met him with a hard solid right punch to his opened face, landing her fist
solidly against Gerald's left cheek. SMAAACCCK!!!

The sound of knuckle, and flesh, smacking against flesh, and cheekbone, could
be heard with some volume, even from where i was sitting.

"IIIiieeeaaahhhggGGG!!!" Gerald cried loudly.. The blow delivered to Gerald's
face sent him back down to the doorstep seating him abruptly. Gerald then
placed a hand on his hurting face, that must of been stinging like fire, now
massaging the stinging discomfort from it. Theresa definately had a punch
behind her, and Gerald was now feeling the effect of it. Gerald sat there
rubbing the burn from his face, and from the expression of hurt, and surprise,
you could see in from his facial expression that he hadn't enjoyed getting
knocked on his ass by Theresa, at all.

Gerald then spoke, and it was as if the heat of the hot air had dissapated,
and a cool refreshing breeze blew my direction, that allowed me to pick up
clearly everything that was being said now, "OK, OK, i'm sorry missy it won't
happen again..." Theresa wasn't buying any of Gerald's apologies, and wasn't
about to let him off the hook so easy. "Get back up to your feet old man, i'm
not finished with you yet!" Theresa ordered.

Oh, i could tell that Gerald was scared now, as he was shrinking back away
from Theresa in fear, with Theresa taking him back a little further from
herself, by pressing the toe of her right sneaker into his chest. Theresa then
said demandingly to Gerald, "You heard me you old coot, i said get up, and i'm
not playing!"

Well Gerald's wish was about to be fillfilled, even though now it was probaly
the furthest thing away in his mind.

Well i thought Gerald was a scapper, his sudden display of fear of Theresa
confused me some, unless he didn't want to retaliate against a girl thinking
he might hurt her.

Well Gerald could be playing his cards in Theresa's direction, knowing his
wish was about to come to past, but still his intimadation of Theresa confused
me. Gerald didn't scare easily, but sure enough he looked a bit frightened
now.

Then i saw a light go on from an apartment a couple of addresses down from
where Gerald lived, seeing two women peering out to see what was going on
outside. One of the women was a caucassion, with the other being a negro. The
two ladies looking on, knew exactly what was taking place, and it seemed that
neither of them cared, nor was ready to stop the uncoming action that Theresa
was about to demostrate to Gerald. Quite was the opposite as these women
seemed to be enjoying their view.

Then i guess Gerald's fear of Theresa, and his hesitation, forced her to bring
him to his feet. Theresa had no trouble taking Gerald up from his seated
position, taking him by his shirt collar, and yanking him cleanly to his feet.
Gerald was now facing the girl, with him trembling, and with Theresa smiling
wickedly back into his face.

As Theresa held Gerald there by the collar for a moment, she looked looked up
to where the women were watching from, and for a moment she appeared that she
was going to cease any assault on Gerald. Well Theresa realised from the
women's smiling faces, and a nod, that she had their approval to start wailing
on the man.

Theresa brought her attention back to Gerald. Quickly Theresa dropped her left
hand from Gerald's shirt collar, and while still having him clutched tightly
by the collar, with her right, she doubled up her left into a fist. It wasn't
but a brief moment that Theresa then threw a hard solid shot to Gerald's
stomach burying her fist into the soft folds of his belly.
"AAAaaarrrhhhggGGG!!!" Gerald doubled over instantly from the blow to his
stomach, with Theresa keeping him held by his shirt collar, not allowing him
to completely fall out to find comfort on the stretch of lawn off to the right
side of the Gerald's door steps. It was just for a second maybe two, before
Theresa delivered a knee to Gerald's nuts, causing him to double over, but
with Theresa bringing him upright before her.

Theresa then giggled at Gerald finding some pleasure now in his disdain, as
she noticed tears coming from the corners of his eyes, with them making a
steady path down his cheeks. Gerald was scared, and now hurt, frightened to
death of this teenage girl punisher of his, and without no one caring to help
him out.

Thoughts of whether Gerald could be enjoying Theresa working him over passed
through my mind with a question mark. Surely though Gerald's reactions, and
fear was contradicting his fantasy now.

Theresa then looked into Gerald's eyes with her now having him upright before
her, and said mocking him, "Gee,, look at the weak little old man cry like a
widdle baby... Now i had told you, you wrinkles, that you wouldn't be enjoying
this, so don't start whining now you puss!"

Gerald then with tears falling from his eyes, cried pleading to his teenage
tormentor begging her, "Pleaseee,, pleaseeeeee,,, don't hit me again,, please,
stop hurting me, pleaseeeeee Theresa... I'm sorry..."

I then looked to the women across from me in concern for Gerald, and they
noticed from my expression that i was wanting this humiliation of Gerald's to
stop. Well i wasn't about to stop it, with these two women giving me a look in
return, that told me if i was to interrupt, i would be right along side of
Gerald getting my ass kicked with him. Well i held my silence, and my place at
my opened window, and then continued to watch Theresa work Gerald over.

Theresa then released Gerald, with him backing away from her.

Now i was wondering how Gerald ever managed to win a fight against anyone, on
any grounds? I was certainly confused, but maybe again Gerald was only getting
what he wanted, but certainly didn't seem to be taking any pleasure in Theresa
kicking his ass.

Theresa then took a fighting stance before Gerald with her fists cocked, and
ready. Man, Theresa was actually looking a bit scarey, poised to take it to
Gerald fist to fist. As Theresa held her fighting position before Gerald, her
muscles seemed to expand, and ripple with confindence, as she adjusted her
gaite. Scarey was the correct word, because Theresa was now intending to hurt
Gerald, and hurt him badly.

Then the short silence was broken, with Theresa speaking, "OK, you wimp, it's
time to see if you have anything at all that could hurt me!"

Theresa was calling Gerald on, wanting him to put up a fight now against her.
Gerald though was to scared though of the girl, not wanting to fight back. If
you ask me, i think he should of at this point.

Theresa wasn't waiting no longer for Gerald to comply, but came into him with
peppering his face with some boxer like jabs, followed with a bodyshot to the
side of his ribs. CRACK!!! "IIIiiieeeaaahhhggGGG!!"

Theresa's punch to Gerald's ribcage took him stummbling off to his right side.
Theresa though kept her pace with him, hammering Gerald with a punishing left
fist, sending it hard into the opposite side of Gerald's body. WHAMMM!!!
"AAAaarrrhhhgggGGG!!!"

Tears ran from Gerald's eyes, streaking his cheeks, with him in a state of
panic, not knowing what to do against Theresa.

Gerald's head moved from side to side nervously, as if he was looking for a
way of escape. Gerald then turned slightly to his right, exposing the side of
his body to Theresa, appearing that he was about to take off running. Gerald
wasn't going nowhere though, before Theresa sent a solid kick to the back of
Gerald's thigh, that sent him to the ground hard. "AAArrrhhhgggGGG!!!"

Gerald landed on his back hard, crying in pain loudly, and rolling onto his
side, but before he could recover, he experience two swift kicks from
Theresa's right foot, with her sending them into his stomach.
"IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG!!!"

Gerald was downed, and hurting, with Theresa standing proudly above him.
Theresa then said to Gerald, "OK grandpa wrinkles, back to your feet, that was
only round one!"

Again Gerald was to scared to move, with him lying on the ground trembling,
and crying still. Well Theresa wasn't being patient with Gerald, thus with her
bending over, taking ahold of Gerald, and bringing him to his feet. Theresa
held Gerald, by his shirt collar with both hands having a strong grip on him.
Gerald shook like a leaf, frightened out of his mind crying. Gerald then made
another plea to Theresa begging, "Pleaseee, pleaseeeeee, stop..."

Theresa then released Gerald, allowing him to stumble back abit from herself.
Gerald looked dazed, and confused, but somewhat relieved, thinking Theresa was
finished with him now, granting him mercy, that was until he realised she
wasn't, with her slowly advancing on him. Gerald out of fear quickly raised
both arms, and cocked his fists. As Theresa drew close to him. Gerald then
took a sweeping blow at Theresa's head with a right fist, only to find it
sailing over his intended target. Theresa swiftly ducked below Gerald's punch
with it not finding its mark, being her face.

That's when one of the women above in the window then hollored down at
Theresa, taking Theresa's attention from Gerald for a brief moment, "Kick his
ass royal, now girl!" The woman that hollored was the negro, surprising
Theresa some, since it was a negro man she was beating up. Well with Theresa's
attention off of Gerald for that short moment of time, it allowed Gerald to
land a his next punch to Theresa's face with a left.

Quickly Theresa came to bring her full attention back to Gerald, rubbing her
cheek lightly. Gerald though made the mistake of pausing before making his
next move on the young girl, thus backing away from her in fear. Gerald still
had both of his fists cocked, and ready to take more to Theresa, but it could
be seen that Gerald lacked the confindence, with him nervously shrinking from
Theresa as he was now backing away from her, showing his obvious fear still.

Theresa then smiled at Gerald, as she was still rubbing her cheek some, then
moving in towards Gerald slowly, she said, " Is a sucker punch all you have,
wrinkles? I hope old man, you can do better then that, because if not, your in
for some real trouble now!" From what i could see, that appeared to be
Gerald's best shot, and from Theresa's assumption of Gerald's fighting
abilitities, i feared for him.

Then i heard the white woman say loudly to Theresa, but with Theresa keeping
her attention on Gerald, "No mercy now girl, put a real asskicking on the
clown, give the freak what he wants!"

Well at the sound of the white woman's voice Gerald out of panic, and fear,
tried taking some more swings at Theresa, only to have them blocked out of her
way. Theresa then countered Gerald's attack with delivering several of her own
to his face, connecting solidly with each. Two straight stinging left jabs,
followed with a solid right, then a left fist that landed squarely below
Gerald's nose, taking him hard into his mouth, forcing him back, causing
Gerald to stumble hard against the wall of the project's apartment building.

"IIIiiieeeaaahhggGGG!!!" Blood began flowing from Gerald's nose, and mouth,
with him crying stinging tears. Gerald knew if he was to get out of this one,
he would have to do something quick. Gerald even though he was hurt badly, and
frightened to death now of this girl charged her, but with a futil attack.
Theresa met Gerald as he came towards her, and wasted no time, in taking him
down to the stretch of lawn in an armdrag.

"AAArrrhhggGGG!!!"

Gerald had hit the' ground hard face first, with him dripping blood from his
nose, and mouth staining the grass just beneath his battered face. The armbar
that Theresa now had on Gerald in, with him lying against the ground facing
down, began forcing his face hard against the lawn, from the heavy leverage
she was applying to his arm. Theresa held Gerald there in the reverse armbar
firmly holding him down, having his arm locked tightly into hers, with her
other hand having a strong grip on his wrist, not willing to allow Gerald any
freedom.

Theresa, then spoke saying to Gerald, while she worked at his arm throttling
it hard within the armbar she had on him "Old man, what was you intending to
do with such a weak attack on me, hmmm...?" Gerald then started to cry louder,
only with Theresa tightening up her lock, on his arm, bending it some, then
some more, taking his arm to an unnatural place where it shouldn't be heading.

"IIIiiiiiieeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhggggggGGGGGG!!!"

Gerald couldn't even cry out for help, with the intense pain that was shooting
wickedly through his arm, and shoulder, but was definately crying loudly in
severe pain.

The women in the window continued to watch, not wanting any of Gerald's
punishment to end, and it seemed that the other neighbors, in the adjoining
apartments didn't seem to care, nor make themselfs known by seeing to what was
happing just outside of their abode.

I looked to the two women again, as if pleading with them to stop this
mauling, only to get a another return look of warning, that if i didn't want
the same, i would keep my place.

So it was myself, and the two women watching Gerald getting his ass kicked
sorely, by this girl.

Damn, i thought that Theresa was going to rip Gerald's arm right out of it's
socket. I'm also sure that Gerald feared the same, as he was crying out loud,
his pain, as Theresa worked his arm horribaly sore.

Theresa then released Gerald's arm, allowing him to squirm some on the ground.
It was when Gerald was on the verge of trying to get to his feet, Theresa
shoved Gerald back to the ground, bringing her left hand down onto the back of
his shoulder.There Theresa pressed Gerald firmly against the ground, holding
him pinned facing down, with a punishing grip on his left shoulder.

Man, where in the hell did this girl learn how to fight, and how could a girl
her young age, know how to fight using such brutal tactics?

The loud thuds of Theresa's right fist hammering into the back of Gerald's
head, while she held him to the lawn, could be heard by me without mistake,
and by the two women watching on from their window. Gerald's cries could also
be heard as Theresa Moore, worked him over without mercy, racking him up in
the worst way, not allowing him any relief. Gerald cried, and cried some more,
as Theresa pounded away at the back of his head with her punishing right fist,
showing Gerald no mercy whatsoever now.

Theresa, must of hammered the poor guy nearly a dozen times to the back of his
head. My Gawd, the girl is going to leave him without a mind to think with, is
what i was thinking would be the outcome for Gerald. I was relieved though,
but not comforted much for the old man as i saw Theresa take a final shot to
the back of Gerald's head, knocking him out cold.

Theresa then rose to her feet, and looked up to the women that were still
gazing from their window, and before leaving the negro woman, spoke her
congratulations saying to Theresa, "Well done girl," with the white woman
adding her praise also, "Very well done, sister!"

Theresa then made her way to whereever she was going, leaving Gerald outcold,
with his face lying in a pool of his own blood.

Then as i looked at the two women in the window, the white woman then spoke
loudly to me saying, "That's right boy, you've done good keeping your place.
Now you go down there, and see if Mr Samples will be OK?"

I hesitated for a moment, then listened as the black woman spoke, "You better
do what she says boy, or you maybe getting the same here soon!"

Well i did as the two women suggested, well rather demanded of me.

When i came upon Gerald, he was coming to some. What i saw in him was a horrid
mess. The back of Gerald's head had a nasty gash in it, with some dried blood
surrounding it, and some fresh, causing his hair to be matted with the red
stickiness. Gerald then rolled over slowly, revealing to me his face. My Gawd!
Gerald's mouth was busted wide open, with one side of his cheek swelling up
badly, also one of Gerald's eyes was completely swollen shut tightly, and
buldging up with a horrible bruise. It also appeared that Gerald's nose was
broken, with blood drying, filling his nostrils.

Well after Gerald came to, and was able, to have enough about himself, i
helped him to his feet. From there i helped him into his apartment, where i
took him in, and from there to his bathroom, to cleansed his face. After that
was all taken care of, i gave Gerald more aid, then helped him to his bedroom.

There the oldman laid, moaning in pain, from the beating a young teen girl,
named Theresa had given him. Really the girl must've not been older then
sixteen, yet she took a grown man in his fifties, and litterly ripped him a
new one. Hopefully Theresa, taught Mr Gerald Samples, an important lesson one
he won't be forgetting soon!

The end.

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