The Fight

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Bobby's a tomboy. A manly kind of a woman. With manly kind of friends. She and her girlfriend go out on a camping excursion with three other men, Frank, Donnie, and Matt. Matt's a real asshole. Unbelievably so. The seclusion triggers some defective gene in his psych, and gets him into man / woman debate with Bobby. Even Frank knew the guy was bullshit, but he hung around. Until one dark night by the campfire Bobby takes him up on his challenge. A black belt, a kickboxer, and physical fitness guru with a man's genes, she gets into a knock down and bloody brawl with the guy. The whole time he thought it was a joke. What a fool..

And in front everyone, Bobby does the unthinkable..

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Wolves howl, rodents scuffle, and owls who. And they all watch the man.. the woman.. and the fight they make. Digging into the dirt. Mixing up the atmosphere with profanity and spit.

And tears. Unmerciful teers.

Everyone hoped she'd win. Everyone secretly rooted for her. But when she did the fascination ended with everybody but her. She took him all the way. All the way into humiliation. Where he'd serve and pay for his words!

And he did..

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"Get it up." She said, laying on top of him in the dirt face to face. Blood dripped down the side of his cheek and his nostrils. "C'mon! Get it up. Fuck me!" She said staring at his mouth. Then she kissed him. A quick and toothy kiss on his bottom lip. Breathing heavy from the fight, she stared back into his eyes. And he was shaking. Crying. Exhausted, his make believe sophistry. She kissed him again, only this time hungry for more. Wondering if that was all the guy got..

He yelled out and she snapped her mouth back from his. Then pulled down the spandex strap of her bra from her shoulder.

The nipple bounced back and forth, from one side of his mouth to the other. Hard, Matt turning his head back and forth. Staring at her, staring at them. Oh the embarassment.. "Kiss it real gentle." She said. "No!" Then both her hands went up to his mouth and nose and pressed. "Don't say no to me again, fucker. Or I'm going to kill you."

She pulled away and let her breast bounce back to his mouth. "Suck."

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"What are you doing Bobby?"

She almost seemed surprised they were there. And they were there.. watching. Amazed. Her shoulder length thick hair bounced back and forth off the back of her shoulders, shaking dust away as she looked at everybody, and they her. There was a fire in her eyes.

"Stay out of this Pat." But looking on the excitement was getting too much for her. A teer rolled down her cheek. "Who was this?" She thought.

"That's good.. A little more. That's good." Her stare went back to his eyes, tilting her head down, squeezing the little fat she had out her neck. Her legs were already wide over his belly, but they opened wider and she began to rub. Rubbing thru the spandex shorts. "I'm going to fuck you." She said. "I'm going to make you love me."

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"Get off of him." Donnie said, and the camp exploded in argument. "LEAVE HER ALONE!" "What the fuck you talking about?" "She's crazy!" "Shutup!" Then complete silence and everybody turned. Stared.

Bobby was naked from the breast down, and a bra strap hanging down the side of her arm. She was sitting on top of him, Matt screaming, squirming, crying, and his body frantically bucking like an animal. Kicking up dirt. Reaching for her powerful hips then scurrying away in fear off to the side. And Bobby was rubbing. Sometimes slow. Sometimes fast and short. But you could barely make out what all her effort was, buried there alive in musculature. And her lungs were pumping full tilt, like she was in a sprint. A sprint that would seemingly never end.

Both her hands grabbed tight Matt's hair. Painfully tight, sometimes pulling up.. sometimes pushing down. And the steering was extremely intentional. Whatever she was doing, she was doing it well, and sure.

Donnie stepped away from her side. She didn't even notice him. Not even when he nudged her on her dressed side. He was terrified. His heartbeat pounding thru his chest, watching this macho tragedy. This obscenity of conscience.

Bobby suddenly peered up at the sky, and moaned. A jerky moan that went from fowl to soft and sweet. Then she turned her cold stare back down to him, and those wonderfully curvy hips went back to whatever it was they were doing. Burying alive.

A hork of flem flew up from between her legs and Matt's back arched once again. The hands rushing to her hips, then fleeing again.. And Bobby pulled.

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I don't know how I'd end this one. Part of me wants her to suffocate him to death. And another part wants him to live a life of defeat!

I guess I'd choose the later. But being beat up in such a way by a woman has gotta be a whole hell of a lot different than getting yer ass kicked in a bar.

I'd have to think about this one sommore..

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Yah.. I was thinking of that. Because originally she fucked him outta hate. But after a while.. after an hour or so.. she got to really liking it. She got to actually liking him. And it was scarey for her. In a sense, she killed that aspect of herself.

And when it was all over her friend talked or tried to talk everybody into forgiving her. Into not turning her in. Donnie'd be the biggest problem, being the stud of the group. Frank would go along with it. Her girlfriend would too. And a week or so later Bobby'd turn that worry about him into hateful orgasm. And pay him a visit..

[peterek2001]

:thumbsup: photos headpop, thanks.

[fpm29]

Great story headpop. Wow!! Thanks for sharing it with us.

John :)