Schoolboy Fight

Anna. She's no Einstein.

It is an unwritten rule that everyone at my school follows:  YOU CAN FIGHT - - BUT NO HITTING THE FACE. Our school had a strict "no-fight" policy, and anyone with a messed-up face was sure to raise the scorn of the principal, with both fighters getting suspended for a long time. But sometimes a fight was the only way to settle a score, and I planned to make Mike's body hurt.  Bad.

I had been dating Anna for several months, and everyone knew we were a couple. I guess I did bring part of the problem on myself. I've been bragging for a long time about how she gives the best head, and about how tight and warm her pussy was. And I told everyone about how she is always horny. All the guys knew I was literally getting to fuck her every morning, noon, and night. She was even on a special pill that made her not have periods, so her pussy was always open for business.

She wasn't neccessarily the brightest girl in the world, but that was okay with me. I'm not much of a book-learner myself. But man, Anna was one of the most gullible, easily manipulated people I've ever met. She had long blonde-hair pulled back into a ponytail, and always had this vacant look on her face, like she was really surprised by something which just occured to her, but is now forgotten. She liked to chew gum with her mouth open, too. I never figured that out. She was no Einstein, is my point.

It's not a huge surprise that other guys wanted her, too. I just wasn't expecting it from a friend.  I've known Mike forever, and he hung out with Anna and me all the time.  Maybe that was part of the problem.  When we would drive around, it would be us three in the front seat, with Anna in the middle.  If the trip was more than 10 minutes, you can bet she would be bent over in my lap, sucking my dick, or if it was too busy, at least giving me a handjob.  Since his parents were gone a lot, Anna and I would watch TV at his house, and typically fuck a couple times on the couch with him sitting next to us.   Mike could get pretty worked up, and didn't have a girlfriend, so I would let her use her hand on him occasionally. She didn't mind. But he knew not to even ask to put his dick in her.

So it was a shock when I stopped by Mike's house a couple days ago.  As I walked up the sidewalk, I could hear noises coming from his bedroom, which was on the second story just over the entryway.  The outside air was alive with the rhythmic "squeak-squeak-squeak" of his bed, and from the sounds of things he was well into an energetic bang session.  The squeaking was interrupted by the passionate moaning of his girl, who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her pounding. “Good for Mike,” I thought.  It was nice to know he was getting laid.  I knew Anna would be happy for him too.  I dialed Anna from my cellphone so I could have her listen in on Mike's good luck.  It started to ring, and then a phone went off  from Mike's room.  It took a few seconds for it to sink in, but it was Anna’s phone ringing in Mike’s bedroom. Then it hit me that Mike was fucking Anna.  I quickly hung up the phone, and walked away, listening to Mike groan as he came.  I went back home to plan my revenge.

I sent a text to both Anna and Mike:  "Hey guys, meet me at the old football shack behind the school as soon as you can.  Big fight brewing."

By the time I got there, Mike and Anna were already waiting.

"Hey, there's no fight," Mike said to me.

"Yeah," Anna added, smacking her gum.  "I wanna see a fight! Fights make me horny!"

"Just you wait,"  I responded.  "There's a huge ass-whooping gonna start shortly."  Both Mike and Anna looked around at the empty yard, and looked puzzled.

I took a step closer to Mike and got right in his face, and gave Anna a firm forearm push to mover her away from us.

"So, friend," I began in a sarcastic voice.  "I know you just fucked Anna.  That really pisses me off."

Anna giggled, "I told you!  Just wait until he figures out how many times you did it!!"

Mike froze in terror, "Anna, what the fuck is wrong with you? He's gonna kill me!"

"How many other times have you banged her?" I growled.

Mike stepped back, but I held him close.  "About 10 times," he stammered.

I looked at Anna for confirmation.  "Oh Mikey," she said lightly, twirling her blonde hair, "If you count anal, it was more like 20.  Don't tell me you already forgot how much you liked being in my butt!"

"Is that all?" I asked, looking toward her again.

"He probably got a dozen blowjobs, too," she said.

I felt my face flush, and my muscles twitch with anger and anticipation.  Mike looked sick.

"We're going to fight now," I said with an intense quiet.  "The winner is the only one that gets to fuck her ever again. And you had better hope that you beat me, because if I win, I am going to punish you for cumming 32 times in my girl. You are going to regret thinking with your dick."

I took my shirt off, and Mike did too. We tossed both shirts to Anna , who stepped further back to get out of the way. She looked happier and more delighted than I can remember.

Mike threw the first punch, which glanced harmlessly off my stomach, but opened Mike's full body to attack.  I quickly started punching rapid jabs into his soft gut.  Punch after punch landed so fast he could not get his hands in position to protect his body.

I stepped back, and regained my fighting position.  Mike was already gasping for air from my rabbit punches, and was having difficulty keeping up with my weaving and bobbing.   We exchanged a few body blows, but nothing of any consequence.  Mike was badly out of shape, and was tiring quickly.  As we circled each other, he lost his concentration for a split second, and I saw my opening.  I wound up, and drove a powerful punch into the middle of his belly.  He coughed and begin gagging, and his whole upper body doubled over.  I put my hands on his shoulders, and held him tightly.  I drove my knee into his gut over and over until his eyes rolled back in his head.  As he choked on his own spit, I continued pounding his stomach, and he grew limp and fell to his knees.  I held him up by holding onto the sides of his face, and twisted my whole body to get more leverage.  I swung my foot into the same spot of his tummy, and watched as the tears streamed down his face.  I let go his head, and he fell like a ragdoll into the dust.

"There," I said to Anna.  "You don't fuck him ever again."

She nodded, chewing her gum rapidly.

"Now for you," I growled at Mike.  "Looks like I won the fight.  Now I punish you. Anna,"  I said while motioning to her.  "Come here.  I want you to help do this."  I positioned her standing in front of his curled up body.

I kneeled down behind him, and pulled his arms back while pushing my knee into the small of his back.  This pushed his belly out in the open, totally defenseless.

"Kick his gut," I told her. "Twenty-one times. Once for each time he fucked you."

Anna got a little smile on her face, and she flushed with arousal as she took position.

"Anna, why are you doing this?" Mike begged.  "You said you loved me!"

"That was yesterday, silly, " she laughed. "I was just trying to get you to fuck harder."

Slowly and methodically she got into position to kick his belly.  Each time loudly counting out the number she was going to deliver.  She would coil in a power stance, and let her foot lurch toward his stomach.  Mike would grimace as the foot touched his body, and watch in horror as her shoe sank deep into his soft belly.  Mike would groan in pain, and his body jerk violently.  But I held him still so he could take the whole punishment.  After every kick she waited for him to catch his breath and stop whimpering, and then delivered the next kick.   By the time she got to number 32, he was nearly lifeless.

"OK, Micky," Anna said cheerfully, but out of breath.  "All done!  I hope we can still be friends."

Mike lay in the dust, gasping and gagging as his body fought to pull air into his lungs.  I walked over to Anna .  "Take your shorts off," I told her firmly.

She complied, and stood naked in front of me.  I grabbed Mike's shirt from her.  "Let's get all of Mike's jizz out of you,"  I said while wiping her pussy with his shirt.

"I know I should have had him cum in my mouth," Anna said, trying to be helpful.  "Now its gonna mess up that nice shirt."

I took Anna's hand and pulled her over to where Mike lay.  I kicked him good in the stomach to get his attention.  "Lay flat on your back," I commanded.

He did, and I pressed Anna down so she was straddling his head.  I pushed Anna down on all fours, facing his feet, with her pussy spread open just above his face.  In this position, Mike had a bird's eye view her slit.

I quickly took off my pants and shorts, and stroked my dick a couple times to get it hard.  I knelt down behind Anna , and pushed my throbbing dick deep into her.  I started slowly, but was soon pounding into her, my balls slapping into her thighs in time with my thrusts.  I could feel my balls brush lightly against Mike's forehead on every push.

"Keep your mouth wide open," I yelled to Mike.  "You better not miss a drop,"  I laughed.  Anna bent down and looked between her legs, and giggled as she saw the little wispy strands dropping from her pussy into Mike's waiting mouth.

"I love you," she moaned to me.

A few more thrusts, and I let out a desperate "I'm cumming" as my load shot into Anna.  Spasm after spasm propelled more and more of my goo into her, and my jizz started leaking from her and onto Mike's face.

I pulled slowly out of her, letting my cum drip in long ropes into Mike's waiting mouth.  As my head popped free, a huge torrent of jizz fell, falling on Mike's lips, and moving as one big clump onto his tongue.

"Sit up," I told Anna .  "And push as much cum out of you as you can."

Anna sat up, and positioned herself right over Mike's open mouth.  She strained as she contracted her vaginal tunnel, expelling splash after splash of my cum into his mouth.  When she was empty, she stood up and put her pants back on.

"Sit up and look at us," I ordered Mike.  "And don't you dare lose even a drop of my cum."

"Show Anna what's in your mouth." I said with a laugh.  Anna giggled as she saw the huge mass of jizz in his mouth.

"Wow," Anna exclaimed.  "All that was in me?? That is soooooo cool!"

I held my phone up, and took a picture of his face and mouth.  He looked on in horror as he saw me review the picture.  The picture was great, so I hit the "Send to all contacts" button.   I looked up at Mike and smiled broadly, "Now all our friends can see you with a full mouth of cum."

"Swallow it."  I said is deep serious voice.  "Or your beating will continue."

I put my phone in video mode and began recording.  Mike put his head back, and I smiled as his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed.  Anna was laughing out loud as my jizz snaked down his throat and into his stomach.

"See, Micky," she said playfully.  "It's not that hard.  I do it all the time!!"

As with the picture, I sent the video to everyone we knew.  I am almost in tears from laughter "Just think, right now  all of your friends are seeing you swallow my cum."

Mike stood up, looking pathetic and broken, little beads of my cum still clinging to his lower lip.

"I want you to taste me both going down and coming up," I said with a smile.

I stepped back, and threw a hard punch deep into his belly.  My punch fist smacked loudly as it slammed into him.  I held his hair so he couldn't double over. I landed punch after punch into the softness of his tummy.  He gagged and choked, and looked sick.  I threw him to the ground, took Anna's hand, and walked away.  Anna started to laugh again.

"He sounds funny when he pukes,"  she giggled.  "I'm horny."

I hoped Mike didn't mind, but Anna and I were headed to his room to fuck.  I really like the sound his bed makes.

-Tustin