OUR FIRST FIGHT

My first post... my later writings get more into ballbusting (if you like my writing style, I'll post more stories)

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With a 6" height advantage, and more muscle, I'll have no trouble beating your worthless pussy till you swear it won't take dick for a week! Especially since you were the one insisting on a naked, "no holds barred" fight (I admire your guts, bitch, but what the hell were you thinking?). Ah, doesn't matter… I'll really enjoy mouth-fucking you!

I just finish clearing the living room, when you come out of the bedroom, naked and with your hair still damp from a shower. I start to remove my clothing, but you get right in my face, and (staring unblinkingly into my eyes) you growl, "I'll fuck you up, bastard!" I reach out to suddenly grab your nipple and twist hell out of it before letting go… your body jerks a little, and you pull your arm to your side for a second, but you don't take your eyes off me. As I get my shirt off and unzip my pants, bend at the waist to pull them down, and start to step out of them…

You lunge forward and grab my throat with both hands and push me, stumbling backwards (only one leg free of my pants) into the wall. My hands instinctively reach up to grab your wrists, as you plant a wet kiss on my lips. Then with your eyes flashing, you say, "And I won't even attack your balls!" You drive your knee straight into the front of my left thigh, bruising the muscle, then step back on one foot, and pull my neck down hard (and release it) as you trip me, to send me sprawling on my face to the carpet.

You stomp hard on my back, making me yelp. As I arch my back further, and push up onto my hands and knees, you kick my lowest rib. I don't think you broke the rib, but it's damned hard to breathe now…

You sit down hard on my back, facing my feet, driving me back to my stomach on the floor… you reach forward and bend my left leg at the knee, pulling my lower leg straight up in the air. You wrap your elbow around my ankle, grab my big toe and twist it… yank it hard… I scream, "You cocksucking bitch!" As you let my leg fall, you tear my pants off my right ankle and throw them to the side. You spin around on my back, plant your knees on each side of my body and grab my hair with both hands, pulling my head back and upward. You lean forward, and whisper in my ear, "You'll hobble around for a fucking week! And I'll laugh at you every day, as I make you eat pussy!!"

You release my hair, and grab my neck, digging your fingers into the front of my throat and cutting off my oxygen. In a matter of moments, I'm nearly unconscious. You move to my side and roll me over onto my back, then straddle me again, and sit on my chest, facing my feet. You look back over your shoulder, staring down at my face … "I told you, fucker, that I wouldn’t even attack your balls!" Knowing how many licked-pussy orgasms you're about to get, you turn and grab my dick, pull it to the side to expose my nutsack. "Of course… (with a wicked grin as you draw back your fist) "I lied!"