The Tale of Annabel
By DarkKnight

Annabel was a gorgeous 24 years old girl. Although she wasn’t the prettiest of all girls she sure had a cute face and with her blue eyes and her wavy natural honey blonde hair that went a bit below the shoulders, it was more than enough to turn all the heads on the street. However, no doubt her true attraction was her million dollar body. She was about 5’7 feet of a curvy, toned and luscious body that just oozed with sex appeal. Annabel had long shapely legs with just the right amount of feminine muscles on them, a round bubble butt, a flat sexy tummy and to top it all – the most amazing pair of large natural C caps (or maybe they were small Ds) breasts that Annabel just loved to flash in tight little tops and deep cleavages. Her skin was also tight and smooth and you could say it was also ‘blonde’ – with just a little bit of sun it turned from milky white to a beautiful golden tan. Yes, she was just the kind of girl that when you look at her you think you died and went to heaven.
With her looks Annabel could always get any man she wanted. She knew it and she took advantage of it. I don’t remember her ever having long relationships always short affairs. She was very confident and could easily hit on guys and drag them to her bedroom. No body could resist her. I don’t know if I can say she was a nympho but she sure liked to fuck…… a lot! It was like she took advantage of guys and not the other way around – she just fucked them and threw them.
Despite her porn star look there was always something a bit aggressive in her, both physically and attitude wise. She wasn’t a drama queen at all. Always very direct in her talk, not easily embarrassed with anything and not making a big deal out of nothing. In many ways she was more like a guy then like a girl. She could be ready to go out to a party after showering and getting dressed with as little as 15 minutes notice... You could say she was a bit of tomboy. More like your best friend then your girlfriend.
And that’s just what we were, good friends. I first met Annabel a few years ago while backpacking abroad. She was travelling by herself in places were most girls, especially with her looks, would be afraid to get raped. I was first magnetized to her due to her dynamite body but we later had a good connection and kept in touch after we came back home. I really liked her but wasn’t in love with her. Obviously I always wanted to fuck her but it never got to this. I think it was because I never knew exactly how to ‘read’ her. The extreme dissonance between her super sexy look and her ‘guyish’ behavior was too complicated for me. We used to go to parties and dance sensually together (Annabel always knew how to dress for a party or should I say undress for a party – mini skirts, pushup bras, tiny revealing tops and the like). The great feeling of her bare smooth skin and brushing constantly against her breasts always made me horny as hell. However when I got carried away and became too physical for her she always stopped me very assertively. I guess I also wasn’t too persistent. So there we were, very good friends with some sexual tension in the air but nothing more.
The turning point of our relationship, and in a way of my whole life, was after Annabel returned from a short vacation in the Greek Islands. She travelled by herself to relax on the beautiful beaches. Annabel liked traveling alone because she only stayed alone till the moment she decided she doesn’t want to. I was coming over to meet her in her apartment a few days after she returned. I was expecting to hear some juicy stories about her conquests during the vacation. Being the character that she was, she always enjoyed telling on how she is picking up guys in local bars. I also expected to see some pictures of her breathtaking body, clad in some tiny bikini, modeling on the beach. I was eagerly waiting for this one actually…. But I never expected to hear what I was just about to hear!
“So how was the vacation?” I asked casually.
“Not that great actually”
“Why, what happened?”
“I was fucked” Annabel replied shortly.
“Wasn’t that the whole purpose of your trip?” I laughed.
Annabel smiled back with some effort “Well, in a way yes, but it wasn’t that kind of fuck. It was more like….I was raped.” She said and stared at the ground.
“Raped!? What do you mean raped?” I became very attentive and worried.
“I met some gorgeous Italian guy on the beach. He was about 6’1 feet of an athletic body, bronze skin and a rugged look. His muscles glistened from the water and the tanning oil. What a sight he was - something between a beach boy and a model in a cigarette add. And what really caught my attention was his huge package – that was some piece of meat! He wore short tights that really emphasized the size of his package and the lycra was so tight and thin that I could tell if he was circumcised or not!”
“OK that’s just enough information for me” I barged in. I was actually kind of jealous and a bit annoyed from her craving to his package. Hey, I’ve got quite a package myself, I’m more than willing to let you use it, and I’m right here!
“Anyway, I marked him among all the guys on the beach and I knew I got to have him” she continued. “The thing is that he had his girlfriend with him - some nasty Italian chick. But as you know I don’t let that kind of thing bother me or stop me”
“That’s for sure!” I nodded.
“Damn right! I can get any guy I want! So I started doing my thing and made sure he will notice me”
‘That was probably VERY easy with you in a bikini’ I thought to myself but didn’t want to interrupt her again.
“I walked near by, got in and out of the water right next to where he was and lay on my towel to read a book in his line of sight. Soon he couldn’t take his eyes off my body. So I started making eye contact, a little look here, a little smile there, he is smiling back. You know the usual stuff. I was waiting for him to approach me, as they usually do at that point, and start chatting with me but that didn’t happen.

I also noticed that his bitch is eye balling me as well. She was a bit dark skinned with long curly black hair. She had a good body, a bit full figured but still quite sexy and feminine. It was obvious that she is not happy with the situation and getting jealous but I couldn’t care less about her. The problem was that because of her he didn’t make any contact.

So I decided on a more aggressive approach. I walked over and asked for his help to rub some oil on my back. He was obviously more than happy to help and immediately jumped to his feet which made his girlfriend even more enraged. When I turned my back to him I made sure I stand close enough to him so I could feel his cock on my butt. He didn’t back off and kept the intimate contact. He also took his time and did a really detailed work on my body with the oil. Everything was going great – he was obviously into me. I let out a little moan and told him how good it feels. When he finally finished I turned around and completed the work by oiling my front making sure he is getting a close and personal look. In the mean while I started flirting with him and also ‘accidently’ rubbed my boobs against his body a few times.”
I started swaying uncomfortably on the sofa as I was getting a hard on from her descriptions and my jeans were too tight for that.
“Annabel you are just unbelievable!” I commented. I was used to hear such stories from her but I was still surprised each and every time from how self confident she is and how she is always goes for what she wants, without considering anyone else, and gets it.
“I guess you are not the only one who thought that way” she continued bitterly. “Just then his girlfriend, which at that point I almost forgot she exists, snapped. She suddenly jumped up, pushed me away from him and yelled
‘Back off you slut, he is mine!’
I wanted to kick her ass for daring to lay a hand on me but I managed to remain calm and replied
‘Why won’t you just disappear? You are way out of your league here! And as you can see, your handsome boyfriend is really enjoying himself’ I said with a smile while I reached my hand and fondled his package to both of their surprises ‘So go away and let us have some adult fun’.
He backed up a little and she yelled ‘You whore, if you touch him one more time I’ll punch your lights out!’
‘You know what? I’ll be more than happy to fight you for this cute hunk right here and now. I just wanted to fuck him but if you insist I’ll fuck you up before that!’ I knew I can beat her easily and I liked the though of beating her in front of him. Besides I like the rush of adrenaline from a good fight especially when I know that great sex is waiting for me afterwards.
‘He wouldn’t want a slut like you anyway’ she replied and sounded much less confident. She was probably scared of my challenge and looked for a way out.
‘Oh really? We can ask him but I wouldn’t want to embarrass you’ I said and started laughing to make her even madder.
At this point he suddenly walked between us and pushed us apart. I thought the fight is off but then he surprised me and said ‘No, if you really want me you’ll have to fight me! If you beat me I’m yours’.
That was an interesting turn of events. I was a bit confused at first but after a few seconds I figured it will be sexy to grapple with him for a while as a stimulating foreplay. So I decided to go for it and replied ‘you’re on cowboy!’.”
“Are you crazy? Fighting a guy you don’t know? You could have got hurt.”
“First of all I wasn’t really sure he intends to fight me seriously I suspected that, like me, it is just an excuse for him to put his hands on my body and fondle me. After all he was like putty in my hands till that point. And if he will decide to fight me seriously I knew I can hold my own. You know I’m strong and fit. Anyhow I knew I can get him totally distracted by making the fight erotic and take advantage of that.”
“I know you are fit and strong but you are definitely crazy. You just think that with your sex appeal you can maneuver guys anyway you want.”
“Don’t be naive; you know that’s usually the case.” She smiled.
“OK, so what happened?” I asked impatiently as I was curious to hear the rest of the story while still wondering about the term ‘raped’ she mentioned at the beginning of our conversation.
“I walked seductively toward him, and said playfully ‘but promise to be gentle with me. After all I’m a small delicate woman and you are a big strong man……and packing heat” I reached for his manhood again and this time I really grabbed it and didn’t let him just back away. He pushed me roughly that I almost fell backward and said ‘Enough with the nonsense get ready to fight.’ And that was it – the fight was on.”
From this point Annabel started describing her fight as I sat quietly and listened with amazement to her unbelievable story.
“We started circling each other. I could see his muscles getting tensed and I felt the adrenalin rushing through my body as my nipples became erect with excitement. I launched myself at him, took him to the ground and we started grappling. We rolled on the sand as both of us were trying to get to a dominant position.
People from all over the beach started gathering around us and soon we had quite an audience. His bitch girlfriend shouted and encouraged him all the time but I just ignored her and focused on the hunk in my hands. At first the fight went well, I made an effort to grab him between his legs on any chance I had and he soon reacted with a very impressive erection that made it even more fun to play with. I saw his girlfriend getting furious and I liked it so I tried even harder to make as much intimate contact with him as possible. All of the moves I used during the fight were aimed at making it more sexual and making him hotter. I assumed that is what he is looking for and that was definitely what I was looking for. I squeezed his succulent butt cheeks with my hands; I stuck my boobs at his face and slightly smothered him with them; I locked his head in a leg scissors while his face is mashed in my pussy; I trapped him in a reversed head scissors with my butt on his face while I massage his huge cock and balls with my hands. What a great sensation that was - the excitement of dominating a man and the sexual arousal from all the intimate contact with his sexy body all at the same time. He also got me locked in some holds as he bent my body using his superior strength but all in all I held my own. I actually had fun, not only when I dominated him but also when it was the other way around. I loved the way he played with my body. The crowed as well was obviously enjoying the somewhat erotic show we provided and cheered loudly.
At some point of the fight he probably became frustrated from the fact that he couldn’t get the upper hand and turned much more aggressive. He abandoned the wrestling and started punching me. That took me by surprise and was very painful. I couldn’t regroup fast enough before he found his favorite targets – my boobs! He noticed how sensitive my breasts are and the effect each breast punch had on me and totally took advantage of the weak spot he discovered. Time after time he connected his fists with my boobs and it was excruciating. I just couldn’t stand the pain of those fists on my bare breasts and nipples!”
“What?!” I cried in shock after keeping quite for a long time “What do you mean ‘bare’? Did he strip you off your bra? Was it ripped during the fight?”
“No.”
“So how did you end up topless?!” I exclaimed.
“Well….. You know….. It’s Greece.”
“So?”
“So, I wasn’t wearing any bra to begin with. Almost everyone walks around topless on the Greek beaches.”
“You want to tell me that everything you told me so far, the flirting, the oil rubbing, the fight, all of this was with your breasts exposed?!”
“Sure, don’t be so shocked. I’m no prude and I’ve got nothing to hide so why should I walk around overdressed and not taking advantage of my natural assets?”
She sure was no prude but still… I’ve never dreamed that I’ll hear her say that wearing a bra on the beach is over dressed! For a moment my mind wandered as I rerun her entire story so far in my head but this time picturing her topless. Damn, why wasn’t I there with her!? That’s a sight I’m dying to see – Annabel prancing on the beach with her ‘assets’ bouncing freely...
“So what exactly did you wear?” I asked after I finished fantasizing.
“Just a white thong” Annabel replied shortly as if it was everyday clothing.
“A thong! So your ass was showing as well?? And white, doesn’t it get transparent when you come out of the water?”
“Well, just a little…. but I don’t care, let them enjoy the view. And besides, don’t you worry - I always go to the beach with a neatly shaved pussy.”
That last sentence was a bit too much for me and my hard-on threatened to rip my jeans open. So she is not embarrassed to show her pussy in public!!! And why should it make a difference if her pussy is shaved or not?
“So, you were completely naked!” I summarized.
“I wasn’t naked! I told you I was wearing a thong!” She replied impatiently. “Anyway, do you want to hear the rest of my story or are you just interested in my outfit?”
What outfit? I thought to myself. Although I was very interested of hearing all the details about that ‘outfit’ I didn’t want to make her mad so I just said “Sure, go ahead” and let her continue.
“And stop staring at my boobs!”
“Ahh… Sorry…” I mumbled and lowered my eyes to the ground. I didn’t even realize that I’m staring at her boobs. I guess it was an instinct reaction to her story combined with my thoughts at the moment.
“So the guy was using my breasts as his private punching bags while his girlfriend encourages him to keep pummeling them. She was ecstatic and so was the crowed. Those punches were devastating for me and soon I was totally defenseless.”
“Why didn’t you bust his balls? You could have got him easily.”
“Yeah, you are right and that was probably stupid of me… but, you see… at first I didn’t want to hurt or damage his genitals in any way as I was planning on using it later. That magnificent erection was meant to pleasure me not to be punched by me. When I finally realized he is fighting me for real and actually hurting me, it was already too late, I was too beaten to launch any effective offense. Each punch to the boob drained any leftovers of energy I still had and I became like a rug doll for him to do whatever he wants with my body. At this point the fight was actually over, I was totally at his mercy. From now on it was all about humiliating me and teaching me a lesson. All I could do was to bite my lip and wait for it to be over.”
“Oh shit…… you poor thing.” I tried to be sympathetic while eagerly waiting to hear what happened next.
“He caught me from behind in a full nelson hold and started parading me around along the crowd like he is showing off his recent prey. My body was on display for the enjoyment of the crowed – I was stretched upward with my chest pushed forward and my hard nipples pointing at the faces of the spectators. He walked around with me slowly and made sure each and everyone will get a close and personal look at my sweaty breasts. Some just cheered and made comments and the more impudent ones allowed themselves to caress my naked tits. One guy even slightly squeezed my left boob which was so sore that it made me grunt in pain. Everyone giggled and he commented ‘Ooooh poor baby’. It was so humiliating….
When this was over he left me standing in the middle of our improvised ring and started circling me. I was so weak that it was hard for me to stay on my feet and I couldn’t even raise my hands to protect myself from his coming attack. Apparently I didn’t have to raise my hands as it came from below by surprise and caught me right between my legs! The bastard kneed me in the pussy…hard!”
“That son of a bitch! What kind of man kicks a defenseless girl in the pussy?” I reacted furiously. Although she didn’t say anything I could tell from her look that she didn’t like me referring to her as a defenseless girl.
“The hit was right on the target. I felt his kneecap smashing my clit, the sharp pain shot through my body as I let out a loud scream and immediately fell to the ground on all four. He quickly bent down, placed himself behind me and kept me in place. I knew I wasn’t going to get up from this one. Then his bitch girlfriend, who by now regained her confidence, cried ‘It’s time to give that slut what she wanted all along, honey!’ The crowed roared in ecstasy and at this point although I was pretty blurred by the pain I had a pretty good idea where this whole thing is going to – I’m about to get fucked!”
My heart started racing. Is Annabel really going to tell me now how she was fucked on that beach? How should I react? And why the hell am I so excited to hear this while I should feel bad for her? After all she is my friend.
“He slid down my thong and threw it aside. I could feel his hand petting my ass and my now naked pussy. He run two fingers up and down my slit and then without a warning inserted them into me. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure which made the crowd laugh. For a few seconds his fingers were probing me from behind sending sexual waves throughout my body. I really had to control myself from keep on moaning. He twisted his two fingers a few times inside me and then pulled them out. He raised his two soaked fingers up in the air showing them to the crowd and then said with a victorious smile ‘Oh yeah, she is ready!!’
I could only assume at that point that his fingers were wet from the oil covering her body. I figured she couldn’t possibly be aroused in that situation, but I didn’t dare to ask. “Didn’t anyone tried to help you? And why didn’t you cry for help?!” I did ask.
“No, no one tried to help and I didn’t want them to! I’m a sexual aggressive woman, I made a pass at him, I agreed to the fight and I should be ready to suffer the consequences!” She answered decisively.
“But you probably didn’t realize that those will be the consequences.” I insisted.
“It doesn’t matter. It was my choice to fight him and being bailed out by someone else or crying for help would have just been even more humiliating for me.”
I didn’t agree with her but I couldn’t help admiring her courage – what a woman! I let it go and she continued.
“Anyhow, I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing next as I was still on all four and he was behind me but according to the reaction of the crowed I guess he was peeling off his tights. The next thing I felt was a huge explosion in my pussy as he launched his monster cock right into me nearly splitting my body in two.”
Again I assumed he was able to slide into her that easily due to the oil.
“My whole body buckled in pain from this brutal invasion and I screamed from the top of my lungs. He quickly got into a rhythm and started banging me hard – thrusting his cock into me and pounding my pelvis over and over again…
There I was… beaten… naked…getting fucked, doggy style, in front of a cheering crowed. Now you see why I said I was raped?”
Since she was talking so openly I allowed my self to get into the details - “What do you mean raped? Did he penetrated you mainly as an act of control just to show you who’s the boss or did he actually fuck you all the way till he came?”
“Worse…”
“What do you mean? What could possibly be worse?”
“He fucked me all the way till I came” she said bitterly.
“What?!?!” I was completely stunned. “You want to tell me you actually had an orgasm?!”
She lowered her eyes, raised two fingers in the air, and quietly said “Two…”
I leaned back and took a couple of deep breaths as it was all getting too much for me. I shook my head from side to side in disbelief and she started to explain.
“You must understand he was an adonis and as I told you I was physically attracted to him…”
“But still in that situation and in front of all these people, how could you be aroused?” I cut her in the middle.
“Well, grappling with him almost completely naked made me horny as hell and since I was aiming at fucking him afterwards I made sure we will get in the most sexual positions possible in wrestling. On top of all that came his enormous cock which was just too much for me to resist. That thing completely stuffed my pussy, stretching it to the limit and even a bit beyond. I’ve never felt anything like it before. As he was pumping me the friction of each movement was so intense that it sent electrical waves of sexual stimulation through my whole body. It was both extremely painful and unbelievably pleasurable; a humiliating nightmare and my most perverse fantasy coming true at the same time.”
“That’s just unbelievable….” I mumbled.
“He settled into position pulling my head backward by my hair and worked me like a machine without slowing down the pace even for a moment. His dick was like a rampaging piston inside me. I became a moaning and panting mess which made the crowed crazy. I could also feel his dangling balls slamming repeatedly against my now swollen and hyper-sensitive clit as he banged me, which drove me wild even further. After a few minutes I felt the orgasm building inside me. I tried to control myself but I had no chance. I soon came with loud uncontrollable screams of pleasure… Man that was intense! Even now just from talking about it my clit is tingling.”
God how I loved that girl and her dirty mouth! I snuck a peek at her crotch and envisioned that pink tingly clit of hers hidden away behind those thin cotton shorts and probably some sexy panties as we speak.
“Even after I came he just continued pumping me at the same pace as if nothing happened. My body started twitching and convulsing from over stimulation so I decided to swallow my pride and started begging ‘Please stop!! I had enough! I can’t take it anymore!!’ His bitch laughed and barked at me ‘Oh no you didn’t, we will decide when you had enough’. She was prancing all around me, touching me, grabbing my ass and my painful boobs as if they were her own. She even pinched my clit at one point. She caught it between her fingers and twisted so hard that I responded in a high pitch shriek that obviously made her satisfied. That was really cruel of her. My clit was so sensitive from all the punching and fucking it went through.”
When she said that pinching her clit was cruel it was the first time I heard a victim tone in Annabel’s voice. So far she told the whole story in a very detached way as if she was talking about someone else. As if she was not the one who got raped and humiliated in public.
“The second orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. It was a real violent one, like an explosive eruption that rocked my whole body. I screamed uncontrollably and my body cramped all over. Right after that orgasm shook my body he withdrew his cock from inside me and released me. I collapsed to the ground and almost blacked out from the intensive sensation. His cock was still rock hard and it was obvious he didn’t even come. Out of all the humiliating things I’ve gone through that was one of the worst. How can a guy fuck me for so long and so intensively without coming? What is he made of steel? Am I losing it?”
“You are definitely not loosing it! You are still the hottest girl I’ve ever met!” I reassured her although I think she said that just to express her frustration and not out of insecurity. She knew how sexy she was.
“So he held his fully erect cock above my head and said ‘I don’t need a slut like you to get me off. My gorgeous girlfriend will take care of that’. His girlfriend approached him and held his cock as a sign of ownership as they got up and turned to go away. Just before they left his bitch turned back and said ‘We will leave you your thong out of pity but you don’t deserve the rest of your cloths’. She picked up my discarded thong and threw it on my motionless body and then grabbed my nearby bag of cloths and took it with her as they walked away.”
“Holly shit!” I mumbled. That was the most complex sentence I was able to get out of my mouth at the moment.
“I was lying on the sand with orgasmic spasms still engulfing my beaten and raped body. The crowed soon thinned out and after a short while I was left there thrown on the sand almost by myself. Some guy approached me and helped me get up to my feet. But the asshole wasn’t trying to help me he just wanted to get a cheap thrill and made sure to grab my ass and tits in the process. What a jerk! Of course I didn’t have the strength to resist him so he could have done whatever he wants with me. I slowly put my thong back on and entered the water for a few minutes to cool myself and wash my body. The water burned my breasts and when I touched them a little I noticed they are not only very sensitive but also a bit swollen from the beating.”
“What a nightmare! I can’t believe what you’ve gone through…. You should have turned directly to the police and file a complaint against him for rape, especially with so many people that witnessed it.”
“And what exactly will they testify? That I tried to seduce him? That I wanted to get fucked by him more than he wanted to fuck me? That I came twice while he didn’t even reach satisfaction? And besides as I told you – I accepted the fight and I should be ready to pay the price if I lost. I had no intention to run away and whine just because it didn’t go my way!” She was very determined in her speak.
Well at least it was over.” I tried to point out the positive side.
“It wasn’t over yet….”
“What do you mean? What else happened?!”
“Well, I had to go back to my hostel back in the village.”
“So…..”
“So, all I had on was a tiny white thong which was also a bit transparent after my dip in the water. Now remember I told you how common it is to walk topless on the beaches over there? Well, it’s not very common outside the beach area. Think about a girl walking in a bikini here on the streets downtown. It’s the same idea only much worse. And I had to walk like this about a mile up the village to my hostel. The moment I left the beach area I became the main attraction and everybody with no exceptions was staring at me.”
I wander why…. I thought to myself. I know I would definitely stare if I will ever have the chance to see Annabel topless. She is the ultimate sex bomb!
“At first I covered my breasts with my hands but after a while I figured ‘fuck them!’ some already saw me on the beach, I have nothing to be ashamed of and my pussy is half showing anyway so what the hell am I covering. So I removed my hands and let them swing freely. The constant bouncing of my boobs mesmerized the people around and at the same time was pretty painful for me. The weight of my own battered boobs bouncing really hurt me. I tried to pick up the pace to shorten this nightmare but as I walked faster the bouncing became wilder and the pain was too much. It also turned to an even bigger spectacle for viewers especially with how swollen my boobs were. I’ve never wanted a bra more than in that moment. Not out of modesty, just something to restrain my bruised jugs and keep them at bay.”
I had to restrain myself with all her detailed descriptions of her breasts. I was becoming horny and restless and had trouble to stay focus on her story.
“The further I walked, more and more people gathered around to watch me. Some of them saw the fight earlier and the rumor spread fast around the village. People were coming out of shops or to their balconies to watch me pass. Everybody was watching me – locals & tourists, men & women, even some children. Some started taking out their cell phones and pocket cameras and snapped pictures of me. I then wondered if people also took pictures of me during the fight or when I was raped! I obviously didn’t notice anything at the time but it was a very disturbing thought….
To take my mind off the awkward situation I tried to think about it as if I’m some gorgeous model walking on a runway and everybody is watching. It helped for a little while but it was difficult to ignore all the comments.”
“What comments?” I asked, but my mind was still busy thinking about those pictures she mentioned. Can some of those pictures found their way to the web? Maybe I can find them!
“I heard almost everything. The women were usually gloating with stuff like ‘Enjoyed that honey?’, ‘Serves you right whore!’ or ‘Next time don’t try to steal another girl’s man!’.
The guys were more diverse in their reactions. Some were even quite nice and tried to encourage me with ‘You put a hell of a fight, be proud!’ or ‘Try to forget it he was an asshole’.
The majority just made comments about my body from whistles to ‘Shake it baby!’, ‘Nice rack!, ‘You have an ass to die for’, ‘Are those boobs real?’ or ‘You should adopt that outfit, it looks nice on you…’, you know the usual idiotic guys stuff.
Some made more obscene comments ‘He really fucked the shit out of you, didn’t he?’, ‘I liked the look in your eyes when you came’, ‘Wow! You really came like crazy!’, ‘I can help you carry those big bouncy jugs of yours’ or even ‘I bet your pussy is really sore after that pounding it took’ which really made me mad because he was right, my pussy was sore.
And of course there were the sexual offers - ‘What I wouldn’t do to a sweat sexy body like yours?’, ‘I’d like to rip your tight little ass!’, ‘Come with me and I’ll make you scream all night long!’ or my personal favorite ‘I bet I can make you come even harder!’ as if that was even possible after my last orgasm.”
“Did you answer and confronted them or were you able to just ignore all of those comments?”
“I tried hard to ignore it all and I was successful most of the time. What I wasn’t able to ignore was the pinch I felt in my ass all of a sudden. As I turned around I saw a teenager running away from me. Obviously I was in no condition to chase him… I was close to the hostel and just wanted to get there and disappear from the street. The feeling was that after everybody saw me getting fucked on the beach I became fair game and all inhibitions about me disappeared. Every comment, insult or even physical contacts were now legitimate.
I finally arrived at the hostel but didn’t have a key to my room as it was also in my bag. I went to see the owner who was more than happy to see me like that. He just stared at my exposed body with a huge smile smeared on his face. He was in no hurry to find the spare key and made me follow him all around the place while he was ‘looking’ for it. This dirty old man just enjoyed having a nearly naked young girl next to him and needing him. Only after about 10 minutes and after he got a good thorough look all over my body he suddenly found the key. I finally entered the room and immediately collapsed on the bad. My mind was racing as the dissonance was so extreme. On one hand I was just sadistically humiliated in public but on the other hand I just had the greatest orgasm ever. My body just took the worst beating of my life and yet it never experienced such supreme pleasure. Could it be that my pleasure was intensified by my unconditional, physical and mental, subjugation? It was all just too much. I closed my eyes and passed out – it was finally over!”
I leaned back on the sofa next to Annabel, took a deep breath and tried to absorb and comprehend in my mind this unprecedented and inconceivable story I just heard. I just stared in mid air and we both kept quite for a few minutes.
Annabel broke the silence first “I can’t believe he beat me that easily! Like I’m some kind of a wimp!”
I couldn’t believe how dryly and technically she was referring to all that happened like it was some kind of a standard sports competition that she happened to lose. As if all she cared about was the fact that she lost the fight and was completely indifferent to the fact that she was later brutally violated and humiliated in public. For crying out loud – the girl had a forced orgasm in front of a crowd! And all she cares about is that she lost the wrestling match…. As I said, this girl was always a bit of a mystery to me and I never knew how to ‘read’ her.
“It was those damn breast punches, I just couldn’t take it. Up until then I was OK but when he started hitting my boobs I simply collapsed.”
“Well, your breasts are not meant to absorb punches they are not punching bags! Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
“Exactly, I’m used to having my breasts caressed, licked or even sucked but not as targets for fists. It took me by surprise and I couldn’t handle that pain.”
“And that’s perfectly normal and how it supposed to be – your breasts should be a source of pleasure, for you and for others.” I said with a smile. “Not a mean of inflicting pain.”
“The thing is that whenever I’ll get into a fight, my boobs will be a prime target, no matter if I’ll fight men or women. Women are always jealous of my big boobs and feel intimidated by them so they will obviously focus their attacks there, and men…. Well, men will be men. They are always obsessed with touching my boobs no matter in which situation….. I must get used to being punched in the breasts!”
“No, you are not. Will you stop with this nonsense?” I tried to break her twisted line of thought.
“You can help me with that! Help me develop such endurance. After all I know you are a femfighting fan so you’ll even enjoy that. Come on, get up, I want you to punch my boobs!” Indeed I was a long time fan of femfighting. I was very interested and aroused by women taking part in all sorts of combats – nude & topless fights, no hold barred fights, mixed fights and sex fights. I knew some people from that community and some girls who were active in it. I even watched some underground fights. Annabel knew that because I talked to her about it several times. Unlike others she never flinched when I raised the subject and even showed some limited interest.
“You are crazy – forget about it! I will not do it. I will not punch you not in your breasts and not anywhere!” I was completely shocked, not for the first time today, by her weird request.
Annabel just completely ignored me. She sprung up from the sofa and quickly removed her t-shirt and for some reasons also her shorts and stood in front of me with just bra and panties!
WOW! What a sight she was! Her supportive lace bra held her magnificent breasts from below keeping them mostly uncovered and lifted them proudly. Her matching lace underwear didn’t cover a lot of skin and I couldn’t tell for sure, since she was facing me, but I was pretty sure those were thong underwear. I was curious if I could see her pussy through the lace but I didn’t want to stare at her pussy for too long. Her body was nicely tanned evidence to her recent beach vacation. Her flat tummy and her shapely legs completed a breathtaking view. I’ve seen Annabel before in a bikini but I could just never get enough of that sexy view.
“Come on……. Punch my breasts!” she said as I was staring at her with a dropped jaw, trying to take it all in.
“No way! Have you gone nuts? Put your cloths back on and sit down.”
“I’m asking for your help here. If I can’t ask a friend for a favor who can I ask? Don’t make me beg you.”
“I…. Are you….” I looked for the right words.
“Please! Please!! Please hit me in the boobs! Please help me become a better fighter!” she pleaded with half a smile on her face “Admit it - you just enjoy being begged by a pretty, half naked, girl.”
I could here the irony and self-awareness in her voice. In a way she was right. This was some sort of a fantasy coming true. Annabel, in her underwear, begging me! Although in the fantasy she begs me to fuck her. I’ve never imagined she’ll be begging me to punch her breasts!?!?
I got up slowly and faced her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Positive!” She noticed the bulge in my pants and added with a smile “It looks like you want to do it as well…..” while looking at my erection.
“What if it will hurt you?” I asked trying to ignore the embarrassment.
“It must hurt me…. Otherwise we are doing nothing here…. Don’t worry, I will not hold it against you.” She said with a smile as she saw me hesitating.
“OK, if that what you wants… here goes… ready?” I asked as I raised my hand.
“Ready!” She leaned her body slightly towards me and pushed her chest forward.
“I can take it. Go ahead!” she whispered in reassurance.
I slapped her left breast lightly and it started jiggling. “Hit it, don’t toy with it!” Annabel commanded “You should hurt me not make me horny”. It was nice to know that every slight touch of her breasts makes her horny - I was definitely horny! So I hit it again this time with a fist, still not too hard. “That’s more like it. Now put some power behind it”. And so I did. I started hitting both her breasts one after the other and after the first inhibitions disappear I really enjoyed that. I could see the pain on Annabel’s face although she didn’t say a word. I wasn’t hitting really hard but her face twitched with every fist.
The situation was really bizarre and in a way surrealistic - there I was standing and pounding, with great pleasure, the dreamy hooters of one of my greatest fantasy objects and my good friend. And I was doing that at her request! I just couldn’t believe my luck.
I don’t know what exactly came into me but I decided to push my luck a bit further. “You know, if you want to get use to what you’ve gone through at the beach, this is not exactly the same thing. Now you still have your bra on that provides some protection and separation. You said that what you couldn’t stand was the fists on your bare nipples. If you want it to be the same you should take off your bra and remain topless.”
I couldn’t believe I just said that. I looked away and narrowed down my eyes, ready to take the slap I’m about to receive when I heard Annabel say calmly “OK, you’re right”. She quickly reached behind her back, unclasped her bra, removed it and threw it aside.
Holly shit!!! Am I dreaming? There they were Annabel’s breasts, on which I was fantasizing for years, on display in front of me. I always wondered how she will look like topless and finally I have a chance to see. And what an impressive spectacle that was. They were big!! I mean even bigger than I thought. I always knew she had big breasts but I thought they look even bigger due to her push-up bras and provocative tops. I was wrong… they were really that big. She simply had some massive jugs on her. They were very firm and round, riding high on her chest. Her erect nipples pointing forward with small areolas just the way I like it. She displayed them proudly with her hands on her hips as despite their size they didn’t sag at all and obviously didn’t require any support. I simply stared and examined them. This time I was aware that I’m staring and that it is very obvious to her as well but I just didn’t care anymore. I looked for marks on them, signs for the beating they suffered but I wasn’t sure I can spot something. One thing I definitely couldn’t find on her breasts was tan lines. The deep and even bronze tan of her breasts was clear evidence for her topless outfit during her vacation in Greece.
I couldn’t hold myself. I reached my left hand forward, cradled her right breast from below, squeezing it slightly and lifting it while I massaged the center of the boob and her nipple with my thumb. The feeling was divine. Since it is a natural breast it was soft and yet it was very firm and full that it was actually heavy. I was in heaven! I knew I shouldn’t have done it and that is not what she wanted me to do but I figured that if she asks me for such strange things and give me full access rights to her boobs I might as well take advantage of that. After all, how many other chances will I have to play with those magnificent orbs? What I didn’t know then, that soon enough it will be all the time…
“Hey….” She started saying with an annoyed tone. I already knew what she wants to say so I didn’t even let her finish and immediately slammed my right fist into the tender titty flash of her right breast while I was still holding it with my other hand. Annabel winced in pain and for the first time she let out a soft cry of pain. I backed off as I was worried that I hurt her too much but to my surprise she soon straightened up, pushed her chest forward and bravely said “Go on!”
I started raining blows on her tender tits without holding back. She also abandoned her efforts to keep a straight face and started moaning and panting with each punch. It was obvious she is in great pain as her body slightly buckled with every blow. Perhaps her breasts were still extra sensitive from the abuse they suffered a week ago. Despite the pain she didn’t ask me to stop and I admired her for her tolerance. The intensity grew higher until at one point Annabel couldn’t stand the pain anymore and without a warning kneed me in the groin!!
I fell to one knee holding my balls. The pain was excruciating. I was surprised, I was angry! When I raised my eyes from the floor, the first thing I saw in front of my face was her panty covered pussy. I didn’t think too much and instinctively punched her cunt as hard as I could. She let out a high shriek and collapsed to the floor.
We were both on the floor next to each other, me and the almost fully naked goddess I just used as my punching bag. We were both in extreme pain and holding our genitals. After a few seconds our eyes crossed. Annabel smiled at me and I smiled back. It was sort of a non-spoken mutual apology for letting it get out of hand.
A few more moments of silence passed till Annabel spoke: “I want you to be my personal trainer. I want to become a fighter. One that master all the aspects of a fight from boxing and wrestling techniques till sex domination and can face any opponent men or women. I want you to help making my body a fighting machine!”
At that moment I knew my life will never be the same……….