Tigress

I'm tired of all that blabbering. Realizing how deep the guy's arrogance runs, my only wish is to break those thick arms, symbols of his virility and ego supports, and teach him the benefits of humility. "I'm not afraid of you, pathetic boy" I say, "Do you think you can beat me just because you have some muscles? Come here, and I'll teach you some martial discipline.". We head towards the center of the hall and make some room. Eventually, earns a space of at least ten square meters for our challenge, right next to the wall of the living room. Jonathan has his back turned to that wall and I get the sofas behind. "So, do you want to fight in this condition? Get change!", he says contemptuously, hopping on the carpet with his bare feet. "Change what? I'm perfectly comfortable like this," I say, letting my bathrobe slide to the floor. Jonathan looks me up and down and his jeans can't hide his erection. "Problems kid? We're dressed the same now, both shirtless", I tell him, assuming a position of preparation for the fight. "As you wish, it will be even funnier!" , he finally comments, approaching with his arms raised in a boxer's pose. I am calm and concentrated. I hop around my opponent, defiant and careless of his size. There was only one weaker sex in that room, and it wasn't me.

Jonathan confidently throws a couple of low kicks to my middle section that I dodge without problems. I'm looking for a soft spot or an opening, searching a clue in my memories and in what I've learned about him, when Jonathan suddenly lunges forward to grab my legs. Many months ago I would have been blown away by that wrestling assault but after my training I've developed reflexes and speed. Instinctively, I step back and lift my knee, pressing it into Jonathan's forehead and thereby blocking his attack. The boy hisses as he takes the blow and jumps back, his brow swelling.Everything happened very fast and the adrenaline flowed through my veins like fire. My opponent is now angry. He comes forward and punches my face, and I dodge it by a whisker. Jonathan advances further, chasing me towards the sofa. He throws another punch with the same hand and I hop back, making him hit the air. I don't have time to rejoice though, as he spins around and slaps my cheek straight afterwards. The blow stumbles me and I feel a taste of blood on my tongue. I know that I won't have the time to recover; my only option is to ignore the pain and keep circling around the room.

"That's all you can do, fagot??", I ask, furious. Now I'm the one with the wall behind me. The giant takes a deep breath and then attacks again, trying to close me against the wall with a combination of a jab and cross that could knocked me down forever. However, I had not only foreseen this move, the most natural given the distance between us, but also devised a counterstrategy. As the boy's right arm flies towards me, as fast as a slingshot, I drop on my legs to dodge it. His strong hand brushes a few millimeters through my hair, like a cold winter breeze.Suddenly, I have in front of me his big naked unprotected torso. This is the time to strike. I pull my right arm back, mustering up the strength built up over years of sacrifice and training, and then I land a blow with an open palm towards his left side. Then, instead of waiting to see the effect of my attack, I jump back out of his reach. The guy's face seems puzzled at first, as though he didn't realize what has just happened, but then it changes and transforms. He stares at me opening his mouth, with a look of pure suffering and pain, and finally collapses to the ground, like a young tower that has had a brick essential to its stability removed. I laugh with happiness and pride. I managed to take out the boy's liver, knocking the guy out with a single, precise blow to one of the most sensitive parts of the human body.

Adrenaline is turning into excitement as I watch that muscular young man twitching on my floor. All my fears and doubts evaporate like snow under the sun. I slowly approach Jonathan, who has rolled over to breathe better. I lift my perfectly manicured female foot and crush it over his chest, as I have done with so many others before him, with exasperated slowness and never leaving the boy's eyes with my gaze. "I told you kid, you were a pussycat," I begin, "you were beaten by a woman, one even older than you, and now you're under her feet." You came here out of lust lust, but I'm not a housewife that you can fuck at will. You are a loser and sooner or later my daughter will realize that too". The guy's gaze seems captured by my nude breast, but after my words becomes harsh and mean. I understand immediately that I haven't completely tamed him. Jonathan lifts his hairy legs and clamp them around my thigh and, at the same time, he grabs my foot and drags me down. I smile and accept the challenge, because I'm not afraid anymore. I fall on him ready to submit him in wrestling. "Are you sure you want to do this?", I ask, gathering all my energies, "Are you sure you want to continue? It's a big mistake. Today I swear I'll make you cry like the child you are." I feel that my opponent is still weakened; this is the moment to destroy him and deliver a female lesson of humility.