tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12617672014942764562024-02-18T17:50:49.702-08:00Battle Annals mixed fighting stories extracts Extracts from Battle Annals mixed fighting stories for customers check out the mixed fighting stories available form Battle AnnalsFriarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-16531898877555832262021-05-10T04:31:00.006-07:002021-05-10T04:31:54.318-07:00Cover of the mixed double short story mixed boxing story book, the admissions assistant and struck for cash by wormseye<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFSkQ3BIwJWzCJdq6mUmdapkZBeYXfif3dULA-Z-16F-hjRkpBf_yaRwVJ968Aa26-YjbHNB0o_xVx1RC1SHsfbUeOf3AbkFiFyNeiGCbRVZ79ctzPjt6CS-ZwYa2HbelBItjMleLTNWN/s1210/admissions+assistant+stuck+for+cash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1210" data-original-width="935" height="354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFSkQ3BIwJWzCJdq6mUmdapkZBeYXfif3dULA-Z-16F-hjRkpBf_yaRwVJ968Aa26-YjbHNB0o_xVx1RC1SHsfbUeOf3AbkFiFyNeiGCbRVZ79ctzPjt6CS-ZwYa2HbelBItjMleLTNWN/w273-h354/admissions+assistant+stuck+for+cash.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-91100805832789992292021-05-10T04:29:00.004-07:002021-10-04T11:02:26.402-07:00Extract from a two story short story mixed boxing story book by wormseye the first story the admissions assistant available from battle annals http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/wormseye-stories-page/ <p> </p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>The
admissions assistant</b></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Trevor was
sat very nervously, looking around the office of the senior
lecturer's office. The senior lecture, Monika was going through his
records from the first year at his previous university, shaking her
head as she did so! She turned to Trevor and said,</span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I
am not sure about these test scores, I mean they are not very good!
So tell me why do you want to come here, what was wrong with your
last Uni?"</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"It
was not very good, I didn't like it there at all, everything was
wrong, the other students, the staff, everything really" </i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Said
Trevor, lying through his teeth.</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He
knew that because of his arrogant attitude towards one of the female
members of staff, he had not got on! In fact at the end of the year,
he had complained about her and got her into trouble with her
superiors. As he was such a coward, he was unwilling to return there
and face the possible music.</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"I
really don't know!"</i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
Said Monika again. Just then there was a knock at the door and in
came one of the other lecturers, Sonja.</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"This
must be Trevor!"</i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
Said Sonja with a false grin on her face.</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"We
have been looking into your application and have decided to refer
your case to our admissions assistant! </i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She
said to Trevor, whilst smiling over at Monika!</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"If
you go and take some lunch now, we will arrange a session with her in
about a half an hour. We will meet in room 667 which is in building
C, OK!"</i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
added Sonja with that false smile again. Then she turned to Monika
and said,</span></span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"I
have contacted Becky already, she will meet us there, and I just have
to get the camera from my office. Lets go up and set everything up!"</i></span></span>
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Trevor left the office not really
paying much attention to what had just been said between the two
ladies.</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After
lunch, Trevor found his way to the floor on which room 667 was
situated. It was Friday afternoon and the University was practically
empty, due to students and lecturers leaving early to make the most
of the weekend. As he walked along the corridor, he was all of a
sudden surprised from behind. One assailant put a bag over his head
and a tie-wrap around his wrists, while the other grabbed his legs.
He was lifted up and carried away to a room, where the two strangers
proceeded to remove all his clothing. They stripped him down to his
underpants. They then cut the tie-wrap and removed the bag from his
head. Trevor looked around in total confusion and saw that his two
attackers were in fact the two lecturers, Monika and Sonja. He was
actually standing in a lecture hall, but instead of a podium at the
front, there were gym mats spread out on the floor. At that moment
the swinging doors opened and in came a young girl of about 19. She
had long curly hair that had been bunched up by hair bands into two
bushy pig-tails. She was wearing a boxing robe and much to Trevor's
horror, bright red boxing gloves. She went over to him and said with
a cheeky grin on her face,</span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"Hi,
my name'.s Becky, I am the admissions assistant!"</i></span></span>
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Trevor gulped with fear, he didn't
know what was going to happen next.</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Monika
came other to where they were standing and said,</span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"Here
is the deal! You beat Becky in a boxing match and you get a place on
the course!"</i></span></span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Trevor,
felt his legs tremble as he looked Becky up and down, realising that
they wanted him to fight this girl. He didn’t relish the thought of
taking her on, thinking about the humiliation of losing. She was a
head taller than Trevor and she looked quite strong. He started to
find the whole situation to be very uncomfortable and desperately
looked around for a way out. Sonja could see what his intentions were
and said promptly</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"Oh,
by the way if you try and escape you will have to take on all three
of us at the same time. So if you don't fancy having your lights
punched out by three women I suggest you get it on with Becky!"</i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
Monika shoved a pair of boxing gloves into his chest and told him to
get them on and get boxing. He reluctantly put them on and nervously
went over to meet Becky in the middle of the floor.</span></span>
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Becky promptly let her robe fall
to the floor to reveal a rather plump body but with huge natural
tits. She was wearing very skimpy purple knickers as well as white
training shoes and white ankle socks. He excess fat was quite visibly
as it hung over the top of her panties and she had love handles
around her sides and waist to match. With the two standing in the
centre, Trevor placed his hands in a defensive position, holding his
gloves up to cover her face. However, Becky was just standing there,
punching here gloved hands together and smirking at him! Trevor could
not draw his eyes from her huge tits, which were mesmerising him. His
trance was nonetheless broken by the sound of Sonja’s voice,</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">“</span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>By
the way, Becky was junior boxing champion in her home town. She was
so good that the other girls refused to fight her, so she had to
fight against the boys! She won all her fights by knockout!”</i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
Said Sonja, grinning.</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">“</span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Now
she uses her talents to help us with the selection of course
participants!”</i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
Added Monika, smiling from ear to ear.</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"OK,
looks like I will have to start!"</i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
Said Becky.</span></span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She
jabbed Trevor in the face twice at lightening speed POW, POW! Then
she struck him in the stomach, forcing him to double over, her
massive tits bobbing up and down the entire time. Becky then held
Trevor 's head in position with one hand and then unleashed a
powerful uppercut with the other, which straightened him out again!
This action was closely followed by a double punch either side of
Trevor 's head causing his ears to ring painfully. By now, Trevor 's
head was aching, he was in a state of shock about the strength and
speed of this girl. Then suddenly, much to his surprise, Becky ducked
below him defence and move around the to his back, where she promptly
placed Trevor 's arms in a full nelson. Whilst holding him in this
position with her hands firmly clamped behind his head, she leant
forward and whispered in his ear,</span></span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"You
are going to be taken apart by a Girlie. By the way, your lecturer
from the last University, sends her regards and told me to take my
time with you!"</i></span></span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Trevor
's face filled with horror. This lass, really knew her stuff and he
was going to be humiliated.</span></span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Becky
then released the lock on his arms, stepped away from him, raising
her foot at the same time and stuck her boot in his backside, forcing
him to fall forward at great speed He lost his balance and ended up
on his knees. Before he could pick herself up, Becky was standing
behind her. The next thing he saw was Becky’s gloved fist racing
towards her, POW!, it struck with an almighty blow, which was met by
a loud cheer from Sonja and Monika. Trevor was laying dazed and
seeing stars on the floor when Becky, who was now kneeing next to
her, lifted him up to her chest height and forced his face into her
massive tits.</span></span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>"What's
the matter, boy, we have only just begun! Come on, love, I will help
you up!" </i></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">She
had helped Trevor to his feet by his arm. She then catapulted him
towards Monika and Sonja, who promptly pushed him back into the
centre of the mats where he was unceremoniously greeted by Becky's in
coming fist, POW! His legs gave way and he fell once again to his
knees. Monika and Sonja went wild, thoroughly enjoying the great
entertainment. Becky not wanting to waste any time, forced him back
to his feet and swung around his back, placing him into the full
nelson position as before. This time she lifted his feet off the
ground, dropped to the mat with one knee, leaving the other sticking
out. Trevor landed balls first on the outstretched knee with the full
force of his own body weight. This more caused great excitement and
yelps from the two women standing at ringside, egging Becky on to
mash him completely. Trevor let out an almighty cry and fell face
first directly to the canvas. As he lay there in a heap, his face
stinging and his body aching all over, Becky stood over him, looking
down at him,</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">“</span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>If
you don’t get up, I will straddle you and work over your face, you
wimp.”</b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> She
said to a rather frighten looking Trevor.</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">“</span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Your
call, mate!”</b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
she added.</span></span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Trevor
obeyed immediately, not relishing the thought of Becky sitting on his
chest whilst pounding his face into the mat.</span></span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Becky
continued to pound Trevor around the mats and beyond with well placed
blows to the head and body. At this point trevor's knees were
beginning to give way and the once clear sounds of Sonja and Monika’s
cheering soon became muffled. All of a sudden she stopped and walked
away from him. Trevor gave a sigh of relief and she went over to
Monika and started to remove her gloves. However, the relief was
short-lived when another figure entered the room.</span></span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It
was a woman with black shoulder length hair, wearing glasses. She had
a trench coat which went down to her ankle boots. Trevor, who at this
time had managed to get to his feet, look at the woman in horror. It
was the lecturer from his old university, Christina! She didn’t
even look at Trevor, instead she went straight over to Monika, undid
her coat and let it fall to the ground. She was topless wearing just
a pair of skimpy red knickers. She was quite thin and her breasts
were small but perky. Christina removed her glasses and passed them
to Sonja, then much to trevor’s terror she took hold of the boxing
gloves which Betty had been wearing, slipped them on and headed over
to Trevor. Trevor had taken such a beating from Becky, that he could
hardly stand. His legs felt like jelly and threaten to give way at
anytime. When Christina and Trevor squared off, it was quite clear to
him that Christina was a good head shorter than Trevor. Becky, who
had put on her robe again, went over to her bag and pulled out some
object. Trevor quickly established that it was in fact a small
camcorder,</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">“</span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>We
are going to film this one, love”</b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
she said smiling. Christina pounded her gloves together and
immediately set about Trevor with her fists. She managed to plant
every one precisely. Trevor, who was still extremely groggy, could
not co-ordinate his punches at all and soon found himself being
beaten to a pulp by this much weaker and smaller female. Christina
was thoroughly enjoying herself as she pranced around Trevor,
hammering punches home,</span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">“</span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>you’re
not so arrogant now, are you?”</b></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
she taunted.</span></span> <span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Trevor
could hold out no longer and lowered his guard to his lower body.
Christina saw this straight away and let rip a devastating strike,
directly at Trevor’s face, POW! The pain shot through his head and
he crumbled to the floor. All Trevor could do was dazed up at
Christina, who was leaning over him. He was just too weak to stand
up. The next thing he saw was Christina’s grinning face from behind
her incoming fist, POW! Trevor’s lights went out!!</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western">By Wormseye by FFF Cyprus Copyright 2007.</p>
<p class="western"><br /><br />
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from the first story of a two story short story book by Wormseye</span></span></span></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-5461474220724851692021-04-28T03:36:00.004-07:002021-04-28T03:36:42.828-07:00cover of the mixed wrestling photo story easy money the hard way or at least mark thought so<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWnySJVMU7u2-haJrhninGA6rXDVlZyJ2koPkrQM6OeRbKx-F3Nhyphenhyphen4cN1l6rqSS4Wz4bGtBYgYPmZmr9D7mGDAL8a4oBohyphenhyphenwiSGq5RGzIc09uUGxRKWGnZLPLPhYS3zeaoSLNZNnVfGkT/s1650/easy+money+the+hard+way_cvr_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="1275" height="396" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGWnySJVMU7u2-haJrhninGA6rXDVlZyJ2koPkrQM6OeRbKx-F3Nhyphenhyphen4cN1l6rqSS4Wz4bGtBYgYPmZmr9D7mGDAL8a4oBohyphenhyphenwiSGq5RGzIc09uUGxRKWGnZLPLPhYS3zeaoSLNZNnVfGkT/w306-h396/easy+money+the+hard+way_cvr_1.jpg" width="306" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-89449746532161483702021-04-28T03:34:00.005-07:002021-10-04T11:03:29.114-07:00extract from the mixed photo oil wrestling story easy money the hard way or least Mark thought so available from battle annals http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/mixed-photo-fighting-stories-page/<p> <b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif;">EASY
MONEY THE HARD WAY OR SO MARK THOUGHT</b></p>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mark
thought he’d hit on a good way to make some easy money and have
some fun a well while earning it. Mark was on holiday in Florida and
he’d met two American women at the beach one day. Anne Marie the
blond girl was stunning in her brief red bikini with a long blond
hair and tanned body. She was as tall as Mark at 5’ 9” but
lighter with sexy athletic looking body. Her friend Victoria had
Hispanic looks and long dark hair she was equally stunning to look at
in her brief black bikini. She was slightly taller than Mark or Anne
Marie at 5’ 10”. They told Mark they liked the look of him and he
had a nice body. Mark returned the compliment saying how sexy they
both looked. Anne Marie told Mark what attracted then to him was his
brief speedos. They liked a guy with a good body in brief tight
speedos and where not overly surprised when he turned out to be
British. To their dismay too many American men wore large and baggy
swim shorts not sexy tight speedos. They sat and chatted with Mark
for an hour or more and as they were leaving invited him to dinner
that evening. </span></span></span>
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<p lang="en-GB" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.35cm; orphans: 0; widows: 0;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">At
dinner that night they said they made extra money by making wrestling
videos that was how they stayed so fit as well. Anne Marie asked Mark
if he wrestled but he had to tell her he did not. Victoria told him
it was never too late to learn and he was just the type of guy they
were looking for to help them with a wrestling video. “Seeing you
in those sexy speedos did it for both of us we just knew you were
going to be perfect for the job”, Victoria told him. “What you
want me to wrestle with you?”, Mark asked shocked but excited by
the prospect. “Yes both of us actually”, Victoria replied. “But
not at the same time”, Anne Marie said. “But I’m not a wrestler
I like the idea but I don’t think I would be good enough”, Mark
told the girls. Victoria assure him it wouldn’t be a problem as it
was going to be an oil wrestling video which was just sliding about
in oil no experience necessary. Mark now wanted to do it the thought
of wrestling these two stunning girls in oil and rolling around was
an exciting one.</span></span></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> “<span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I’m
sure you will enjoy it any hot blooded male would and you get paid a
hundred dollars as well for your trouble”, Anne Marie told Mark. To
the girls’ delight Mark agreed and they told him a car would
collect him from his motel Tuesday afternoon the day after tomorrow
and take him to the producer’s house where the video would be shot
in his back garden. Mark asked them if he needed to bring his speedos
but Victoria told him the producer would provide bathing suits for
all three of them. So Mark found himself driving to the producer’s
house in the back of taxi looking forward to the first oil wrestling
match with the girls thinking it would be great fun and easy money.
As it turned out Mark was only half right it was fun good sexy fun
but it wasn’t easy money at all. When Mark got to the house the
girls introduced him to the producer Rick was a large man in his late
fifties taller than Mark at 6’ 1”. The only other person there
was Dave Rick’s teenage son who was the cameraman. There was a
large green ground sheet laid out ready on the lawn and the girls
were already dressed in their bikinis. Anne Marie looked great in a
brief light blue bikini while Victoria looked stunning in an even
briefer dark blue bikini. </span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.35cm; orphans: 0; widows: 0;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Rick
the producer explained to Mark that he would wrestle Anne Marie first
then Victoria. “Don’t worry too much about moves the girls will
help you just go with the flow”, Rick said handing Mark a pair of
brief green and black camo design speedos. Dave Rick’s son showed
Mark where he could change. When Mark got back into the garden
wearing the tight fitting green and black camo speedos Anne Marie and
Victoria were already on the ground sheet and oiled up ready to go.
Rick signalled to his son Dave and started to video camera. “Ladies
here is your challenger Mark from London England”, Rick announced.
“Mark your two opponents Anne Marie and Victoria”, Rick said to
Mark as he stepped onto the ground sheet and stood opposite Anne
Marie and Victoria. “OK girls’ oil him up and decide who is going
to wrestle him first”, Rick said. Anne Marie and Victoria were both
holding a bottle of clear baby oil each. They both stepped forward
Anne Marie squirted some oil onto Mark’s chest and started to rub
it in. While Victoria stepped behind Mark and squirted some oil on
his back and started to rub it in. </span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.35cm; orphans: 0; widows: 0;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Anne
Marie and Victoria hands rubbed the oil into Mark’s upper body
applying more and more oil from their bottles. Their soft touches
made Mark’s cock tingle with excitement and he hoped he wasn’t
getting an erection. When Anne Marie and Victoria had finished oiling
Mark’s upper body they started on his legs and they quickly got
Mark’s body glistening with oil. They still had some oil left in
the bottle when they finished oiling Mark up so they emptied them
onto the ground sheet. “OK who is first”, Rick asked. “Me”,
Anne Marie replied handing her bottle of oil to Victoria. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 0.35cm; orphans: 0; widows: 0;">
<span style="color: black;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Victoria
walked off the ground sheet and left Anne Marie and Mark oiled up
staring at each other. “OK you may wrestler now”, Rick said. Anne
Marie instantly went for Mark trying to get him down and they started
to grapple. Mark was surprised just how strong and agile Anne Marie
was and he was soon struggling to stop himself being wrestled down to
the ground. The oil helped Mark as neither of them could get a tight
hold as oily arms seemed to slip from their grasp. But the oil on the
ground sheet made it quite slippery and they nearly slipped over a
couple of times. After a little while Mark started to get the hang of
if it and started to attack Anne Marie rather than just defend
against her attacks on him. They grappled arms above their heads
trying to force each other back or throw each other to the ground.
Mark grabbed Anne Marie’s right wrist and her left elbow and
managed to hold onto them. He thought he had her but she used a judo
move to sweep his legs from under him that sent him crashing to the
ground. </span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">When
Mark hit the ground Anne Marie went to jump on top of him but slipped
on the oily ground sheet and dropped to ground beside him. They
slithered around to face each other but before Mark could grab Anne
Marie’s arms she slipped on top of him. Anne Marie grabbed Mark’s
arms and tried to force them down to the ground. Mark fought back and
they slipped and slithered around on the oily ground sheet. Mark
really didn’t know what to do and acted instinctively battling to
keep Anne Marie from pinning his arms down. Anne Marie kept inching
higher up Mark’s upper body until she was sitting high on his
chest. She was now able to bring her body weight to bear and started
to slowly forced Mark’s arms down the ground. Anne Marie smiled
into Mark’s face as she forced his arms lower. “Got you Mark are
all English boys as easy to beat?”, Anne Marie asked teasingly.
“You haven’t beaten me yet”, Mark replied battling to keep his
arms up. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Suddenly
Mark rolled sideways tipping Anne Marie off his chest. She tried to
hold on by the oil stopped her from gripping Mark’s arms. Mark
clambered on Anne Marie’s back and pushed her head into the ground
as she struggled furiously underneath him. “Maybe English boys
aren’t so easy after all”, Mark said pushing down on the back of
Anne Marie’s head. “Oh you’re going to pay for this you limey
fucker”, Anne Marie cursed. “Will I now?”, Mark asked. “You
better believe it”, Anne Marie replied rolling and pitching him off
her back. But as he rolled off Anne Marie’s back he grabbed her
head with his arms. Before Anne Marie could react Mark clamped a
headlock on her squeezing her with his arms. Anne Marie struggled
furiously but Mark just sat up and pressured the head lock even more
making Anne Marie groan</span></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: black;">“<span style="font-family: Calibri, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Oh
you arsehole let me go”, Anne Marie shouted as Mark continue to
squeeze her head. Anne Marie raised her lower legs in frustration
then reach up from behind and grabbed hold of Mark’s hair. Anne
Marie yanked hard on Mark’s hair pulling his head back and making
him break the headlock so he could get Anne Marie’s hand out of his
hair. Free from the headlock Anne Marie let go of Mark’s hair and
slithered away leaving Mark lying on his back rubbing the back of his
head. Anne Marie got to her feet and stepped in close before driving
the sole of her right foot into Mark’s belly. Mark groaned in pain
and rolled over clutching his belly. Anne Marie dropped down onto
Mark’s back driving her bum into his lower back making him groan
again. “Oh shit”, Mark said pressing his upper body off the
ground with his arms while Anne Marie was astride his thighs. “Where
do you think you’re going limey arsehole”, Anne Marie said
slapping him hard between the shoulder blades with both hands. </span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Mark
gasped in shock from the stinging slaps the oil making the pain much
worse and dropped back down to the floor. “Come on get up you’re
supposed to be wrestling me you limey faggot not screaming like a
whore”, Anne Marie sneered as she got up. “Oh yeah who was
moaning just now you blond Yankee bimbo?”, Mark replied getting to
his knees. “Blond bimbo is it you limey shit?”, Anne Marie said
trapping Mark in a head lock as he was halfway up. “We’ll see who
moans now English boy”, Anne Marie squeezing Mark’s head between
her arms. “Oh shit let go”, Mark moaned. “Huh you wish limey”,
Anne Marie sneered squeezing Mark’s head harder. Mark was half bent
over trapped in Anne Marie’s headlock wondering how to get out of
it. He slipped his right arm between Anne Marie’s legs intending to
lift her onto his shoulders. “Don’t get any smart ideas you
English pervert”, Anne Marie snapped clamping Mark’s right
forearm tightly between her thighs. With Mark effectively immobilised
for the moment Anne Marie was able to adjust the headlock into a
choke hold around Mark’s neck. </span></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"> “<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">How
do you like this limey faggot?”, Anne Marie asked as she pressured
the hold stopping Mark from breathing. “Fuck, not much thanks”,
Mark replied breathlessly. “I think you should watch that smart
English mouth boy”, Anne Marie said squeezing harder making Mark
gasp louder. “Short of breath are we boy?”, Anne Marie asked.
“You sound a little wheezy”, she added continuing to choke him
with her arms. “Not I’m OK I think” Mark replied through
gritted teeth. “Sure faggot boy?”, Anne Marie asked bringing her
right knee up hard into Mark’s belly. “Oh fucking hell”, Mark
moaned as Anne Marie’s knee slammed into his belly making his
stomach muscles ache. “That was good, have some more boy”, Anne
Marie said kneeing Mark again in the belly drawing another painful
grunt form him. “What no smart mouth comments English boy?”, Anne
Marie asked kneeing Mark in the belly a third time. Mark groaned even
louder as Anne Marie’s knee slammed into his belly a third time
filling his stomach muscles with burning pain. Mark tried to free his
right arm from between Anne Marie’s legs but she kept her thighs
clamped tightly on it. “Oh no boy you’re not going anywhere I’m
enjoying this”, Anne Marie said responding to Mark’s futile
attempts to free his arms. “Time to hit the mats faggot boy”,
Anne Marie said slamming her right knee into Mark’s left thigh. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mark
winced as Anne Marie’s right knee slammed into his left thigh
sending numbing pain spreading though his thigh muscle. Mark left leg
trembled slightly from the dead legs but didn’t give way so Anne
Marie kneed his left thigh again. “Fuck”, Mark gasped struggling
violently to free himself but only managing to virtually choke
himself. Panting heavily in the choke hold Mark’s left leg was now
trembling visibly. “I just love giving boys knee tremblers as you
know”, Anne Marie sneered kneeing Mark’s left thigh again. Mark
let out another painful groan and his left leg gave way dropping him
to the ground. Anne Marie released Mark’s head and arm as he
dropped to the ground. “See boy I told you were going down to the
mats”, Anne Marie said as she stood over Mark lying at her feet
panting heavily and nursing his aching left thigh. But what shall I
do to you now?”, she asked. “Nothing, leave me alone”, Mark
replied trying to crawl away backwards. </span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>By
Friar FFF Cyprus Copyright 2010 </b></span></span></span>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Extract
from part 1 of a longer mixed double wrestling photo story ‘Easy Money the hard way
of so mark thought’ full version available from battle-annals. It
includes more mixed oil wrestling action and girl on boy ball
domination. with more colour oil </span><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">wrestling</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> action photos</span></span></span></span></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-21539600729214322672021-04-21T04:45:00.003-07:002021-04-21T04:45:40.042-07:00the cover of pro teens part 1 and 2 by G<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGoHLQAw8QuktbUkTkK_C-d8oQ6oxpDKSl5N3Bc00PIFiHDeqmxrySW8Oec1DxWQ6Rhah2aAD0l6WinOTlkHDaxkEtHqos3498DSFh9zhbpjb83B154W0jNGsH5lqSEIibBZV4pOpuyb0B/s1210/pro+teens+parts+1+and+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1210" data-original-width="935" height="371" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGoHLQAw8QuktbUkTkK_C-d8oQ6oxpDKSl5N3Bc00PIFiHDeqmxrySW8Oec1DxWQ6Rhah2aAD0l6WinOTlkHDaxkEtHqos3498DSFh9zhbpjb83B154W0jNGsH5lqSEIibBZV4pOpuyb0B/w286-h371/pro+teens+parts+1+and+2.jpg" width="286" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-5301533385329362012021-04-21T04:44:00.002-07:002021-10-04T11:04:28.064-07:00Extract from a mixed wrestling story book proteens part and 2 by G available from battle annals. http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/george-g-stories-page/ <p> </p><h2 class="western" style="margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>ProTeens</b></span><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>by G</b></span><span style="font-size: medium;">
</span>
</h2>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: blue;"><u><a href="mailto:GLfm@aol.com"><span style="font-size: medium;">GLfm@aol.com</span></a></u></span><span style="font-size: medium;">
responses welcome</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Youth
division of the PWF</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">The PWF (private
wrestling federation) Arena is filled to capacity. Tonight they
present a very special card of pro-wrestling. The matches will
feature wrestlers of the youth division. All the wrestlers are
between the ages of 13 and 15. </span>
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<h3 class="western" style="margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm;">
The crowd is predominantly young most are high school age. Many have
come just to watch Jason Beck. Jason attends a local high school and
is in tenth grade.
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<h3 class="western" style="margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm;">He is
every thing a young boy could hope to be. Blond, blue eyed, athletic
and popular for a tenth grader Jason is a “BMOC”.
</h3>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">In
the back of the arena Jason sits in his dressing room with his Mom
and Dad who offer him advice on his match. Jason comes from a
wrestling family his Mother and Father are both pro wrestlers and
have held both singles titles and the tag team championship. At four
months past his 14</span><sup><span style="font-size: medium;">th</span></sup><span style="font-size: medium;">
birthday Jason has been wrestling for 11months, this is his 7</span><sup><span style="font-size: medium;">th</span></sup><span style="font-size: medium;">
match. So far Jason remains undefeated and should be getting a title
shot very soon. A knock at the door and a shout of “ Fifteen
minutes” means it’s time for Jason to prepare for tonight’s
match. His MOM gets up walks over to her son and kisses him “ </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Good
luck Jason I’ll be in my seat front row” </i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">and
leaves the room. For his match tonight Jason’s Father will be in
his corner. </span>
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<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Removing
his street clothes Jason slides on his spandex string jockstrap and
pulls up a light blue posing thong. The nylon and spandex stretch and
cling to his athletic body like a second skin. For a fourteen year
old Jason has a well-developed manhood and his thong just barely
covers his muscular butt cheeks. He laces up light blue paten leather
wrestling boots and slips into a sequined and rind stoned ring
jacket. Jason looks and feels like an old school wrestler. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">In
another dressing room Jason’s opponent in tonight’s match is also
preparing. Megan Stewart is 13, 3 months shy of her 14</span><sup><span style="font-size: medium;">th</span></sup><span style="font-size: medium;">
birthday. She too comes from a wrestling family. Her Grandmother her
Mother and her Sister are all pro wrestlers. At 2-0 Megan will be
wrestling in her third match. She pulls on shinny tan pantyhose,
hooks up her bra, wiggles into a black wet look leotard and puts on
black wrestling boots. A black silk mid-calf robe is tied at the
waist as Megan and her Mother head toward the ring. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">An
excited crowd cheers as the two wrestlers head toward the ring.
Chants of JASON – JASON – JASON erupt from about 40 teenage girls
as he walks down the isle. The ring announcer takes the mike </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>“
This is the main event of the evening. It is a one fall to a finish,
pin fall or submission match. In this corner from Montpellier High
School in Barstow California, with a record of two wins and no losses
Megan Stewart.”</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> As the announcer points
toward Megan she raises her arm steps out of her corner and bows to
the crowd. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>“And in this corner he is
undefeated in 6 matches. Wrestling out of Alamo High School hear in
Huston Texas Jason Beck”. </i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Jason raises both
arms over his head as he steps from his corner. He smiles and waves
to his fans as they again chant his name. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Both
wrestlers undo their jacket and robe as the referee calls them to the
center of the ring. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>“ Jason, Megan this is a
pro rules match. One fall, pin or submission. I want a clean match
from both of you. Any questions? No, OK may the best wrestler win”.
</b></span><span style="font-size: medium;">The two wrestlers return to their corners
removing their ring jacket and robe and get ready to wrestle.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">The
bell sends both young wrestlers out of their corners. Jason and Megan
begin to circle each other. They move to center ring and lock up
collar&elbow. Pushing, pulling they fight for an advantage. Megan
snaps her arm down and slips behind Jason. Dragging his arm behind
him she wenches it up into a hammerlock. Jason rises up on the toes
of his boots twisting side to side looking for an escape. After a
moment or two Jason is able to grab Megan’s and flip her over
breaking the hold. Jason waists no time, before Megan can get off the
mat Jason is on her. Pulling her up to a sitting position he locks
his hand under her chin puts his knee into to her upper back and
pulls. Megan’s neck is bent back over Jason’s knee. Franticly
twisting and kicking her legs Megan claws at Jason’s hands.
Twisting and turning she is finally able to rap her fingers around
the bottom rope. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>“ Ropes – ropes – I’m
in the ropes – break the hold,”</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> Megan
shouts at the ref. At the count of four Jason releases his 13yr old
opponent and gets to his feet.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">For
the next several minutes the young wrestlers trade flips, throws, and
slams. First Jason is sent whipping into the ropes or the turnbuckle,
then he sends Megan flying across the ring. Pulling Jason off the mat
by his arm and hair Megan whips him into the corner. Jason’s back
crashes into the turnbuckle and he is just able to hold himself up by
draping his arms over the top rope. Megan flies into the corner after
him hopping to smash into her stunned opponent. As she nears the
corner Jason is able to raise one of his wrestling boots. The sole of
Jason’s boot smashes into the soft young flesh of Megan’s chest
and she staggers backward collapsing to the mat. </span>
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<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Catching
his breath Jason slowly moves out of the corner. Scooping one of
Megan’s boots on the canvas Jason twists it. Rapping her leg around
his he traps the 13yr olds stocking covered leg in a step over
toehold. Still stunned from the boot to the chest Megan screams as
her leg is bent and twisted. Trashing wildly about Megan claws at her
trapped leg trying ease the pain. Twisting, turning and wiggling
wildly she is able to again reach the ropes. </span>
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<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“ <span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Break
the hold – break the hold – I’m in the ropes”, </i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Megan
cries out. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Again
Jason waits till the count of four to release Megan. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Pulling
herself off the mat Megan takes a few limping steps flexing her leg
and quickly pulls up her pantyhose. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Holding
the top rope Megan backs away from Jason trying to buy time for her
leg to recover. Jason sees his golden opportunity to finish off Megan
and charges toward her. At the last possible second Megan is able to
step aside and jam her knee into Jason’s mid-section. The air
rushes out of Jason’s lungs as he clutches his AB’s and drops to
his knees. Placing her boot in the middle of Jason’s back Megan
takes his arms and pulls and twists them up behind him. She has her
14yr old opponent caught in a surfboard. On his knees with both his
arms trapped Jason cries out in pain. Struggling against Megan, Jason
slowly gets to his feet. Concentrating all his strength he is able to
first get one arm then the other back in front of him when Megan
breaks the hold. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">The
match has become a back and forth battle. For over 20 minutes Megan
and Jason exchange one painful hold after another. The wrestling fans
in the arena are on there feet screaming and cheering both wrestlers.
Jason’s friends and fans from his high school are overwhelmed by
the furious action. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Megan
is breathing heavily and is showing signs of fatigue. In the last few
minutes Jason has been able to keep her in a series of painful holds.
The kids from his high school including most of the cheerleading
squad and Jason’s girlfriend have begun to chant, </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>“
PIN HER – PIN HER – PIN HER”. </b></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Jason
moves in on Megan reaches between her legs grabs a hand full of her
leotards and pantyhose hooks her head and lifts and slams her to the
mat. Megan’s back arches up as she grunts from the slam. Three more
times Jason slams her. Slow to get up after the third slam Jason
dives on her in a cross body hooks her leg and rolls her shoulders
onto the mat. The ref drops down checks for the pin and begins the
count. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>“ ONE – TWO – THRE”.</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">
At the last second Megan is able to kick out. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Twice more
the count reaches two and a half before Megan kicks out. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Frustrated
at being unable to pin his opponent Jason gets to his feet and pulls
Megan off the mat. Twisting her arm he whips her into the ropes.
Megan flies across the ring crashing into the ropes and is whipped
back at Jason. In the center of the ring Jason stands waiting to
scoop her of the mat and power slam Megan. As she flies back at him
Megan leaps in the air and smashes into Jason in a Flying Cross Body.
Both wrestlers are slammed down to the mat with Megan on top of
Jason. This time it’s Megan who is quick to recover. Getting to her
feet she pulls Jason off the canvas. Twisting his arm she whips him
into the ropes. As he flies back at her Megan drives her knee into
his stomach. Jason lets out a moan as his hands grab for his stomach.
Staggering forward bent over at the waist Jason is head locked by
Megan and Bull Dogged face first into the mat. Pulling 14yr old Jason
back to his feet Megan twists his arm and drives her knee into his
belly. Now gasping for breath Jason is on the receiving end of three
more knees smashes. Collapsing to his knees Jason is stunned by this
turnaround. Pulling her opponent to his feet Megan reaches between
Jason’s legs grabbing his thong she lifts and slams him to the mat.
Jason’s back arches up as he crashes to the mat. Megan is on her
dazed male opponent before he can recover. She soon has Jason crying
out in pain as she twists and bends his arms and legs into one
punishing hold after another. In his corner Jason’s father has a
worried look on his face as his son takes some heavy punishment from
Megan. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Dazed
and shaken Jason does not seem to be able to stop 13yr old Megan’s
attack. Several times he is whipped to the ropes and has Megan’s
knee slammed into his belly on the rebound. Clutching his belly
Jason staggers around the ring before collapsing to his knees. Megan
again pulls her now dazed opponent to his feet. Whipping him with all
her might she sends Jason flying toward the ropes. This time as he
rebounds back at her Megan ducks under his out stretched arm hooks
her leg around his and twists his body into an Abdominal Stretch.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Jason’s
screams of pain and anguish fill the arena. His teenage fans stare in
stunned silence. Jason’s mother leaps from her ringside seat and
runs to her stricken sons corner. From several rows back a beautiful
blond 13yr old girl in a cheerleading outfit races down the isle and
joins Jason’s parents. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Twisting
and turning Jason struggles to escape from Megan’s hold on him. All
he manages to do is tighten her grip. Pulling as hard as she can
Megan stretches Jason muscles almost to the point of tearing. Megan
hears Jason’s breathing turn into sobs as the pain begins to
overwhelm him. Leaning her head close to her trapped opponents ear
she whispers. “</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b>I’ve got you Jason you
can’t get free. I’m going to make you submit”. </b></i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">
Seeing the young wrestler hopelessly trapped the ref looks into his
face as tears roll down his cheeks. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>“ How
bout it Jason want me to stop the match. – Are you ready to give up
son?” t</b></span><span style="font-size: medium;">he ref asks. A look of fear crosses
Jason’s face. He is embarrassed at being trapped like this by
Megan. He shakes his head and whispers, </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>“ NO
– NO –I won’t give up- I can’t let a girl beat me ”. </i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">
Over in his corner Jason’s mother and father are panicked by their
trapped son’s condition. Jason’s beautiful young girlfriend
buries her face in her hands unable to watch her hopelessly trapped
boyfriend as he struggles to escape from Megan’s punishing hold.
With tears streaming down his face the terrified young wrestler looks
into his corner for help as he cries out to his parents. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>“I’m
trapped, she’s got me, I can’t break the hold she’s too strong
for me Help me please what do I do”.</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> Unable
to help their son all they can do is shout to him. “</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Submit
Jason submit. Give up before she hurts you. Give up son give up”. </b></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">In the
center of the ring Jason sobs uncontrollably as he realizes that he
can’t escape Megan’s hold and that she has defeated him. Waiving
his free arm he signals that he ready to submit. Moving in close to
the wrestlers the ref asks </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">“ <span style="font-size: medium;"><b>That
it son? Want me to end the match, you ready to submit Jason?”
</b></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Slowly nodding his head a sobbing Jason
admits defeat </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>“ Yes – Yes – stop the
match – please – I submit – I submit”. </i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Waiving
his arm in the to signal the end of the match the ref calls for the
bell. As the bell clangs to end his match with Megan a devastated and
beaten Jason whimpers softly </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>“Let me go
Megan please – You beaten me –I give up –I give up- please let
me go”.</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> Leaning down and speaking into
Megan’s ear he tells her</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> “ That’s it
Megan – the match is over – Jason’s submitted – you’ve won-
let him go.” </b></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Megan immediately releases
Jason from the abdominal stretch and he collapses to the mat. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>
</b></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">While
the ref takes Megan’s arm and raises it in victory Jason writhes on
the mat. Rolling from side to side he holds his stomach and sobs. His
Mom and Dad duck between the ring ropes and kneel beside their beaten
son. Brushing his hair and wiping the tears from his cheeks they try
to consol him. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>“ It’s OK Jason- the match
is over – just lie hear and rest a moment”. </i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Looking
up a his parents Jason tells them </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>“ I tried
I really tried. I thought I could beat her. I didn’t want to submit
but I couldn’t get out of her hold. It hurt so bad, I’m sorry I
lost. Oh god what am I going to do, I got beat by a girl.”</i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">
As his parents help Jason off the mat and into his corner the
announcer informs the stunned crowd. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b>“ In
the time of 24min 14sec. The winner of the match with an Abdominal
Stretch submission Megan Stewart.” </b></i></span><span style="font-size: medium;">An
excited Megan raises her arms in victory as she acknowledges the
cheers from the crowd. In his corner Jason sits on the middle
turnbuckle holding the ropes for support. Embarrassed at being
defeated by a younger girl his head hangs down on his chest. After a
minute or two of waving to the fans Megan walks over to Jason’s
corner and extends her hand. Raising off the turnbuckle Jason shakes
Megan’s hand and raises her arm in a sign of his defeat. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>By
G </b></span>
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">By
G Copyright 1994</span></span></span></p>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Extract
of first part story of a double story </b></span></span></span></span>
</p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-83168449897780482252021-04-18T11:06:00.003-07:002021-04-18T11:06:54.867-07:00the cover of bully part 1 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4cN1iyu9cF9no89si0ZOyOfek52-y_T1x050LYQnWvAN5e2l1ucncUL9bGrR8tn3nlJ9NxYqOu3ov0zGFwLlOy4e6Kta0n6U7Do73J4QUPk4bw5ZqDANwMsIiktEAPVPaw031ZK4rbh9G/s1210/bully+part+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1210" data-original-width="935" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4cN1iyu9cF9no89si0ZOyOfek52-y_T1x050LYQnWvAN5e2l1ucncUL9bGrR8tn3nlJ9NxYqOu3ov0zGFwLlOy4e6Kta0n6U7Do73J4QUPk4bw5ZqDANwMsIiktEAPVPaw031ZK4rbh9G/w270-h350/bully+part+1.jpg" width="270" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-49877153626332257462021-04-18T11:05:00.003-07:002021-10-04T11:05:31.441-07:00extract from the mixed boxing story book bully part 1 http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/mixed-wrestling-stories-1-47-page/<p> </p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Bully Part
1</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Steve
picked up the ticket oh no the Gerber again; he thought to himself.
He then picked his tools and left the crib. It was the usual thing
fabric fouling the cutter. He quickly cleaned it away and had the
machine working again. He heard female voices and his attention
strayed to them.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Across
from the machine Steve was working on there were rows of sewing
machines. As he was working overtime they were nearly all empty only
two were occupied. Two women were arguing over their work. They were
working to finish a rush order. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">One of
the women was coloured of Afro-Caribbean lineage. She was very good
looking she was also very well proportioned. Her body radiated
health and strength. She was scolding the other women a younger white
girl of about nineteen.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">"You
had better buck your ideas up girl or I'll make you sorry", she
said. "Your far to slow this order is important, I've already
doubled your performance", she added. "I sorry I just can't
keep up with you", answered the younger girl apologetically.
"That's just not good enough maybe this will teach you",
said the coloured woman. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">She got
up and stood next to the young girl. "Get up", she
ordered. "No please", begged the girl. "Up" she
hissed. The girl climbed shakily to her feet. Smack a hard right hand
slapped around her cheek turning it pink and whipping her head
around. Smack the right hand slapped her other cheek on its return
journey. "Please I'll try harder", appealed the girl. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">"I
know you will", answered the coloured women she then drove her
knee up into the girl's midriff. "Ugh", the girl gasped and
doubled up sinking to the floor. "Argh the girl grunted as the
coloured women kicked her in the ribs. She then returned to her
sewing machine leaving the girl gasping in the floor. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">The
young girl crawled to another sewing machine and pulled herself to
her feet she the staggered off towards the exit. I heard the door
slam shut. Steve looked across at the women. She was looking at him.
He didn't know her name this was not his normal area he was just
covering another electrician who was off sick. Steve knew she was a
strong arrogant woman full of self confidence and a body to back it
up with. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">"Enjoy
the show", she asked him. "No not really I don't enjoy
watching someone being bullied especially someone smaller",
Steve replied. "Oh you don't well that's your problem she had it
coming and I gave it to her", said the woman. "You enjoy it
do you bullying others", he asked. "Yes in fact I do enjoy
so you better watch your step or I may bully you", she replied. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Steve
was taken aback by her threat he was both scared by it and excited by
it. His cock stiffened in his underpants. "Don't worry little
man I not going to attack you not this time", stated woman. "I
need a cup of coffee it looks like its going to be a long night",
she said to Steve. She then got up and walked off towards the coffee
machine.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Steve
sighed in relief and quick shiver ran down his spine as he thought of
what could have happened, and his cock grew even harder. Steve
returned to the crib and picked up the next job. Lights in the stock
room. Looks like it going to be a long night for me as well he
thought. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Steve
entered the stock room to assess the job there were several lights
out. He was just counting them out when he heard a voice behind him.
"Here you are how convenient it will save me bringing you here
this is perfect", said the coloured woman. Steve turned around
she stood in front of him holding two pairs of boxing gloves. One
pair was red the other pair was blue, they were both vicious
six-ounce gloves.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">"I
am Maxine, and I don't let people get away with poking their noses
into my business", she said. "However I'm going to give you
a sporting chance to save yourself", she added. "What do
you want", he asked rather stupidly. "We are going to
box", she said throwing the blue pair of gloves at his feet. "If
you win I'll let you go if you lose I'll show you what bulling really
is", she said. "You want me to fight you is that it",
asked Steve both shocked and alarmed. "Yes you either fight me
or I'll beat you up and bully you anyway", answered Maxine.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">"But
how where", he asked. "Over there on that pile of trim
fabric", she replied point behind Steve. The place she
indicated occupied by three sheets of trimming material roughly
square about the size of a boxing ring. Maxine began to remove her
clothes she stripped down to a skimpy pair of red panties. She was
not wearing a bra she didn't need to. Her breasts were firm and
rounded. Steve liked the display. Maxine's body was firm and
muscular she was lean and hard yet still had a beautiful body. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">"Your
not going to box in your overalls", asked Maxine. "Come on
get them off, and those boots and your socks", she ordered.
Steve removed his overalls he only had his underpants on underneath.
He then took off his boots and socks. He picked up a pair of boxing
gloves from the floor.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">They
both stood facing each other on the square of trim fabric. Steve
stripped down to his light blue underpants, Maxine in her red
panties. "Ready", asked Maxine, "Yes", replied
Steve and they set to.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">From
the outset Maxine dominated the action she was quick and mean. Steve
couldn't keep up with her and couldn't block the wicked hard jabs
that snapped his head back. He countered with clumsy blows that
Maxine easily deflected with her gloves. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">"OOF",
gasped Steve as Maxine sank a hard right into his belly. He doubled
up only to meet a right uppercut to his chin that knocked him
backwards onto the floor. Steve hit the floor hard and lay there
stunned. "Come on get up I'm not finished with you yet",
ordered Maxine.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Steve
climbed to his feet and the fight continued. Maxine really lade into
Steve. Stinging lefts and hard rights to his face made his head spin.
Maxine followed up with hard combinations to his body. Steve had
hardly touched Maxine while she was boxing his head off. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Steve
quickly lost his temper and lashed out with wild blows. Maxine easily
avoided these, landing more jabs to Steve's head. He couldn't believe
what was happening to him this woman was battering the hell out of
him and he couldn't stop her. He was losing to a women. Each time
her gloves hit, his cock grew harder it was now fully erect and
straining his underpants. Maxine smiled at Steve for she new that he
realised that he was being beaten by a woman. Just like all men who
lose a fight with a woman Steve had an erection. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">By
friar Copyright 1994</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: navy;"><span lang="zxx"><u><a href="http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">http://www.battle-annals.co.uk</span></a></u></span></span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">
</span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Extract
from a longer story</span></span></span></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-42997141417377702922021-04-17T08:49:00.003-07:002021-04-17T08:49:29.867-07:00cover of the mixed illustrated wrestling story the fall of James Jones by sapper junior <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHMcYf5bHe3K6JKFvDKPVBG3uhufGe_DWsu_pxB6XhBpUp-4FA5ehf6ZRgW5qmzk3-JUwDyxqfCxhryqOXmYFeLzz9_pS9wUrtk4D0ve2QoVxmjnrz84QgEgrI6i62D_yTabjUyTWmq_q/s1650/the_+fall_of_james_jones_cvr_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1650" data-original-width="1275" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHMcYf5bHe3K6JKFvDKPVBG3uhufGe_DWsu_pxB6XhBpUp-4FA5ehf6ZRgW5qmzk3-JUwDyxqfCxhryqOXmYFeLzz9_pS9wUrtk4D0ve2QoVxmjnrz84QgEgrI6i62D_yTabjUyTWmq_q/s320/the_+fall_of_james_jones_cvr_1.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-59271796441312147152021-04-17T08:47:00.007-07:002021-10-04T11:06:36.884-07:00extract from the mixed illustrated wrestling story book the fall of James Jones illustrations by JG http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/mixed-illustrated-fighting-stories-page/ <p> </p><p align="CENTER" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The
Fall and Fall of James Jones</b></span></span></span></p>
<p align="CENTER" lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;">
<br />
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">James
Jones was in his back garden after school it was a pleasant spring
afternoon and he was wearing his dark school trousers grey school
shirt with his sleeves neatly rolled up. James was in the fifth year
he had only attended his present school since Christmas after moving
in just before as his father had to move with his job. John was a
tall slim boy with blond hair he was not particularly good at sports
he was more the intelligent thinking type. It was nice house in a
nice neighbourhood with a long garden but John didn’t like living
there. It clearly was a nice neighbourhood but one of his neighbours
in particular was what he disliked about the house. His biggest bone
of contention with his neighbours the Rileys was their daughter
Fiona. Fiona a fellow fifth year at his school and a girl he
considered to be far too big headed and arrogant. Fiona was
particularly unpopular with him today as she made the fifth year five
aside soccer squad and he hadn’t. He could still see the smug
arrogant smile of Fiona’s face when she made the squad and he
hadn’t. Although he was not a sports person he would have liked to
have made the team instead of the little tomboy Fiona. </span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Hi
Jamie boy still sulking about the five aside soccer”, a female
voice he recognised and really disliked. James glanced up and saw
Fiona dangling from the low hanging branch of the large tree in his
garden. “What are you doing in our garden on our tree?”, James
asked when he got over the initial shock of seeing Fiona hanging
upside down from the tree. She hung down with her legs around the
branch and one arm hanging on her blue checked summer dress hanging
down exposing her white cotton knickers. “Oh sorry I use to play on
it last summer when the house was empty and came to think of it as my
tree”, Fiona replied. She stayed were she was brazenly exposing her
knickers knowing James was looking at them.</span></span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Well
its not your garden and you are tress passing please leave”, James
said. “Oh do I have to I thought you were enjoying the view”,
Fiona replied. “I know boys like looking at girls knickers even a
wimpy one like you”, she added as she pulled herself up sat astride
the branch still displaying most of her white knickers. “Yes you
can get out and no I’m not looking at your knickers”, John said.
“Even if I was it would be because you are shamefully flaunting
them”, he added. “So you where Jamie wimpy boy”, Fiona said
smiling as she dropped gracefully to her feet from the branch. “Right
that’s it out now I’ll show you the way”, James snapped. “Oh
don’t bother I know the way”, Fiona replied and walked towards
the six foot wooden fence between their gardens. “Oh I’m coming
to make sure you go and stay gone”, James said following her. Fiona
although the same age as James was a little shorter she had thick
curly black hair that hung down over her shoulders she was wearing
her blue checked summer dress having changed out of her school
uniform skirt and blouse but she still had her white school socks and
school shoes on. Unlike James Fiona was sports mad and very
competitive. </span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Maybe
I’ll climb in your garden for a change”, James said as he
followed Fiona to the fence between their gardens. “Oh no you’re
not going to come in my garden”, Fiona said suddenly stopping and
turning round. “Oh yes I will if you can come into my garden I’ll
go in yours”, James replied. “No you won’t just try it”,
Fiona said indignantly. “Oh I’m going to don’t worry”, James
replied. “Now get out of my garden”, James added. “No”, Fiona
said defiantly crossing her arms and planting her feet firmly on the
grass. “Get out or I’ll make you”, James warned. “Huh how
Jamie wimp boy?”, Fiona sneered. “I’ll get you out of my garden
even if I have to throw you over the fence”, James stated pushing
Fiona in the chest with both hands sending her stumbling back. “Just
try that again Jamie boy”, Fiona said angrily. “Certainly”,
James replied shoving her again so hard she nearly collided with the
fence. </span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Well
you going or do I throw you over the fence?”, James asked. “OK
I’m going but don’t follow or you will be sorry”, Fiona
replied. She clambered over the fence cocking her right leg over so
it showed her knickers again pausing for few seconds knowing James’s
eyes would be drawn to them. She was right she could see James
staring at her knickers even though he was angry with her boys were
just too predictable she thought. “Like my knickers Jamie wimp
boy?”, Fiona asked cheekily. “No and if you give me any more
cheek I’ll come over their and spank them for you”, James replied
hotly. “Please don’t Jamie wimp boy you’ve got me shaking in my
boots”, Fiona said dropping down to the ground her side of the
fence. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt3hrVOnL5gsieGECaaiutG9oC2vglQcgSmBKkh9lPo3bqSQjSEbiwpG7Gu0At9VE1jYm6EJFg67f1GFHMW3XiJCnH6oxhoywsIVdEleaAuoeZptOqv5zg6Cs8XeLOyKwK4gySGGESf5TS/s900/james+jones+1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="699" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt3hrVOnL5gsieGECaaiutG9oC2vglQcgSmBKkh9lPo3bqSQjSEbiwpG7Gu0At9VE1jYm6EJFg67f1GFHMW3XiJCnH6oxhoywsIVdEleaAuoeZptOqv5zg6Cs8XeLOyKwK4gySGGESf5TS/s320/james+jones+1.jpg" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span><p></p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">There
was silence while James fumed debating whether to climb over the
fence and teach the cheeky arrogant girl a lesson. “Huh I knew you
were a yellow little wimp Jamie boy”, Fiona’s voice sneered from
behind the fence. That was the last straw and James’s anger boiled
over. “Right that’s it I’m coming over right now”, James said
angrily climbing to the top of the fence. “I’m going to make you
sorry for ever coming on my garden girl”, James added as he paused
on top of the fence before dropping down into Fiona’s garden.
“You’re going to regret this Jamie boy”, Fiona said coldly. “No
I’m not but you are”, James replied still seething. “Get out of
my garden now while you still can”, Fiona demanded. </span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Why
because a head strong little female brat tells me to?”, James
asked. “No because if you don’t I’ll fight you Jamie wimp boy”,
Fiona replied. “Really?”, James asked. “Really”, Fiona
replied. “Funnily enough that’s why a came over to teach you a
lesson girl”, James said. “Good lets fight boy”, Fiona replied.
“If you want to?”, James said. “Oh I want to, now fight or get
out of my garden and you can stay out”, Fiona replied pushing James
in the chest and shoving him backwards. “OK I’ll fight you but
don’t be blame me when you go running and crying to you mummy”,
James said shoving Fiona in the chest pushing her backwards. “Oh I
won’t be the one running crying to my mummy”, Fiona replied
shoving James in the chest again. “Yes you will girl”, James
pushing Fiona in the chest. “Is that all boys do in their fights
shove each other girls can fight much better then that?”, Fiona
sneered. “No I was just giving you a chance to back out”, James
replied. “I don’t need one lets fight by my rules, girl’s rules
if you’re not scared Jamie boy”, Fiona said. “Huh I’m not
scared of you”, James replied.</span></span></span></span></p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">OK
just what are your rules girl’s rules then?”, James asked. “OK
we wrestle and the winner has free access to both gardens”, Fiona
replied. “Sounds good to me”, James said. “OK lets do it Jamie
boy but no more pushing”, Fiona replied. “How shall we start
then?”, James asked. “Lets lock arms and see who is stronger”,
Fiona replied. “That’s the girls’ way”, she added raising her
arms. “Oh really how novel”, James quipped raising his own arms.
They locked arms and started to wrestle James fought hard but Fiona
was much stronger than he thought she would be and her lithe slippery
movements were hard to keep up with. They wrestled for a couple of
minutes and were soon panting from the exertion. Suddenly Fiona
twisted James’s shoulders while pressing her right thigh into
James’s left thigh and tossed him to the grass. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">James
gasped in shock as Fiona thigh tossed him the grass and grunted as
his shoulder hit the ground hard. James quickly rolled over and got
to his knees. “Want to give up Jamie boy girls fight rough?”,
Fiona asked as he knelt looking up at her. “Huh no way I just
slipped”, James replied climbing to his feet. Before James got to
his feet Fiona grabbed his head with both arms applying a head lock.
“Hey aren’t you supposed to let me get up first?”, James
protested as Fiona squeezed his head between her arms. “No Jamie
boy this is a fight not a friendly tussle”, Fiona replied clamping
the head lock on tighter. “So you have to cheat to try and win?”,
James asked. “No I don’t cheat and I’m not cheating now”,
Fiona replied. “As we are fighting by my rules I can do what I
like”, she added twisting James’s head round and forcing him to
the grass. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Oh
my head”, James moaned as he was forced to the ground by the
painful head lock. “Want to give to me Jamie boy?”, Fiona asked
as she continued to pressure the head lock hard. “No I don’t give
to give girls”, James replied. “Oh we will just have to see about
that won’t boy”, Fiona said releasing James’s head and grabbing
his right arm before James knew what was happening. Fiona yanked
James’s right arm and pulled it behind his back and applying a
hammer lock. “How about now Jamie boy?”, Fiona asked pushing
James’s arm high up is back. “No and stop calling me Jamie boy”,
James replied gasping from the pain on his hammer locked arm. “Sorry
Jamie boy but I like calling you that its fitting for such a wimp
boy”, Fiona said keeping his arm pressed up high behind his back. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">I
won’t give to this”, James said. “Won’t you boy?”, Fiona
asked bending his wrist back as well. “Oh shit, .. no way”, James
gasped rolling over and yanking his right arm free. Before James
could roll away, Fiona jumped on his back slamming him face down into
the grass making him groan. “Down again Jamie boy”, Fiona quipped
as she slipped astride his back. “Maybe but not for long”, James
replied pushing himself up on his arms lifting his upper body off the
grass. “Oh no you don’t down boy down”, Fiona said bouncing up
and down on James’s lower back until he dropped back to the grass.
“That’s better that is where you belong under me Jamie wimp boy”,
Fiona said as she scuttled up his back to kneel on his arms and
shoulders. “Got you again boy haven’t I?”, Fiona said cheerily.
“No you haven’t”, James replied angrily pushing himself up
again. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Fiona
slipped back off James’s shoulders as he raised his upper body and
clamped her legs around his upper chest and clung onto his shoulders.
“Huh you don’t get me off the easily come gee up neddy”, Fiona
said. “Don’t I”, snorted James getting to his knees with Fiona
still clinging to his back and shoulders. “Of course not Jamie
boy”, Fiona replied clamping her hands under James’s chin and
pulling his head back. “Oh let got”, James protested as Fiona
pulled his head back. James grabbed Fiona’s hands under his chin
and tried to pull them off but Fiona just forced his head back
further. Frustrated James started to twist and buck hoping to throw
Fiona off. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Huh
no chance boy I’m the champ of the bucking bronco machine at the
fair”, Fiona said as she held on riding out James’s violent
struggles. “Oh I’ll get you, .. you cheeky little minx”, James
raged. “Oh dear can’t little wimpy Jamie boy get me off?”,
Fiona sneered. Incensed James suddenly tipped forward catching Fiona
out and threw her over his head to the grass. “Shit”, Fiona
gasped as she tumbled over James’s head to the grass. Fiona did
another head over heels roll on the grass flipping her checked school
dress back exposing her white knickers. James got to his feet red
faced and angry and was waiting for Fiona when she got up. “I
nearly got you there Jamie boy”, Fiona said smiling cheekily. “No
you didn’t”, James snapped angrily shoving Fiona in the chest
pushing her backwards. “Oh dear back to boys way of fighting
already?”, Fiona sneered. “I’ll show you boys fighting”,
James replied angrily and attempt to push Fiona in the chest again
but this time hard enough to knock her down. But Fiona ducked under
James’s arms and caught him in a rugby tackle to the waist and took
him down to the grass. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">James
grunted as his back was slammed into the grass it hurt more with
Fiona’s added weight on top of him. Fiona slipped astride James’s
grabbed his arms and started to force them down while smiling
gleefully into his flushed angry face. Angry as hell James pushed his
arms back up and rolled them over to come out on top. “I’ve got
you now you cheeky little minx”, James said sternly as he knelt
across Fiona’s waist and started to push her arms down. “I don’t
think so Jamie boy”, Fiona replied starting to fight back. “I
do”, James snapped angrily and pushed harder and started to force
Fiona’s arms down. Suddenly Fiona started buck and to twist and
writhe like a snake under James and he found it hard to keep her down
and he inched higher up and knelt across Fiona’s chest still
battling to force her arms down. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Without
warning Fiona lurched up tipping James forward over her head. James
gasped in shock as he was rolled off Fiona’s chest and fell on his
face sprawling in the grass. Fiona was up and on James’s back
before he had chance to move. Fiona scrambled up James’s back and
knelt astride his back. “Hey get off me”, James protested pushing
himself up and trying to throw Fiona off. “Make me Jamie boy”,
Fiona replied pushing down on James’s shoulders. “Watch me girl”,
James said lifting himself higher. “I will Jamie boy watch you drop
to the ground”, Fiona replied using her legs to kick James’s arms
from under him. “Oh shit”, James gasped as Fiona kicked his arms
away and he dropped heavily to the grass. James grunted as his body
slammed into the grass with Fiona on top of him. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">The
impact winded James for a few seconds allowing Fiona to get her knees
on his shoulders and both hands on the back of his head. “Told you
Jamie boy”, Fiona said as she forced James’s face into the grass.
“Eat grass wimp boy”, Fiona said as she ground James’s face
into the grass. “Stop it, ... stop it, get off me”, James moaned
as his face was rubbing in the grass by Fiona. “No you can always
give Jamie boy”, Fiona replied as she kept rubbing James’s face
into the grass. “I said get off me you snotty little bitch”,
James snapped angrily rolling over and tipping Fiona off his back.
“I’m going to get you for that you little minx”, James said as
he brushed grass off his flushed face. “I don’t think so Jamie
boy”, Fiona said wrapping her legs around James’s head trying for
a head scissors. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Hey
no you don’t”, James said pushing Fiona’s legs apart to free
his head. “Oh yes I do boy”, Fiona replied grabbing James’s
arms and pulling them behind his. “Hey let go of my arms”, James
protested. “No problem Jamie boy”, Fiona replied clamping her
thighs around James’s head and let go of his arms. Fiona flexed her
thigh muscles and squeezed his head between them. “Oh shit”,
James groaned grabbing Fiona’s crushing thighs with his hands. “Got
you Jamie boy, .... got you”, Fiona said gleefully as she squeezed
James’s head harder. Fiona continued to squeeze James’s head hard
while he clawed helplessly at her crushing thighs. James groaned as
started to feel light headed from the crushing pressure on his head.
James wondered how a girl’s legs could be as strong as he got
weaker from the pressure on his trapped head. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisK4Pcbg54Am8mZDKbC8RTDt-WfMb5OilCSa5RUUqdD5tcgNy5l-X4qbFhak-eKoFr8gQXWP_KQlTGoAeTadpZTUhcPs81_L4YTseP38SOUF5AaORqnbTHdbjXSEYMNAyKUlKYLoOQgM2l/s1116/james+jones+2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1116" data-original-width="908" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisK4Pcbg54Am8mZDKbC8RTDt-WfMb5OilCSa5RUUqdD5tcgNy5l-X4qbFhak-eKoFr8gQXWP_KQlTGoAeTadpZTUhcPs81_L4YTseP38SOUF5AaORqnbTHdbjXSEYMNAyKUlKYLoOQgM2l/s320/james+jones+2.jpg" /></a></span></span></span></div><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span></span></span></span><p></p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">You
can submit any time you want to Jamie boy”, Fiona said as she
continued to make him suffer with her crushing head scissors. “Never
you snotty little bitch”, James moaned. “You will wimp boy”,
Fiona said. “That’s unless you are enjoying it”, she added.
“Enjoying it?”, James snorted. “Yes wimp boys like you love
girls beating them at wrestling gets them all excited”, Fiona
replied. “Not me”, James replied breathlessly the pressure on his
head becoming difficult to withstand. But being so helpless and hurt
by Fiona was making his cock get hard and that shocked James. Fiona
adjusted her legs so James’s head was now trapped between the crook
of her right knee and the flat of her left thigh she crossed her
ankles and squeezed hard. .</span></span></span></span></p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Fiona’s
summer dress was pulled back exposing her white knickers as she used
her thighs to squeeze James’ head mercilessly. “Going to give?”,
Fiona asked. “No”, James groaned. “Good that means I can hurt
you some more”, Fiona replied flexing her thighs muscles as hard as
she could really squeezing James’s head. “Oh fuck my head”,
James gasped hands clamped to Fiona’s crushing thighs. The pressure
on James’s head was now intense and he felt himself slipping away
starting to pass out. As the pain increased so did James’s
excitement and his cock was now hard in his grey school trousers.
“Going to give now boy?”, Fiona asked. “No, no, .... no way”,
James replied softly as it was getting hard to concentrate. “Good
Jamie boy I’ll keep you like this till you pass out”, Fiona said.
“We both know that won’t be long wimp boy”, she added. Fiona
had never felt as elated and excited as she did now beating James a
boy at wrestling was marvellous much better than beating another
girl. Her nipples were hard and very sensitive and her summer dress
rubbing against them was making them hard and she felt damp between
the legs all because she had James a boy helpless and seconds away
from defeat. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Got
you Jamie wimp boy got you your garden and your tree are now mine to
use when I like”, Fiona said as she felt James’s body start to
relax between her legs. Fiona kept James in the head scissors until
his body went limp and she was sure he passed out. “Knockout the
winner”, Fiona said raising her arms above her head. “Loser”,
she sneered at James and released him from the head scissors. Fiona
stood up and James lying unconscious on his back. “That was the
best, beating a boy at wrestling and making the wimp faint”, Fiona
thought her face flushed with excitement. I think I’ll give the
wimp a schoolgirl pin for being such a little weakie, Fiona thought
to herself and smiled broadly. “Yes Jamie boy that will put you
where you belong”, Fiona said and she climbed on James’s chest. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
<span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Fiona
moved up James’s body until she was sitting on his chest. Fiona
grabbed James’s limp arms and pressed them to the grass above his
head. Fiona inched higher until her knees were pinning James’s
shoulders and his head was between her thighs. Satisfied with her
position Fiona waited for James to come round. A few minutes passed
before Fiona felt James’s body start to stiffen and she knew he was
starting to come round. With a soft moan James opened his eyes and
stared up in shock into Fiona’s face which was smiling and staring
into his. “Welcome back Jamie boy you lost I made you faint with my
head scissors so that counts as a knock out”, Fiona said smugly.
“That means I can go in your garden and play on your tree when ever
I want”, she added. James glared at Fiona but said nothing. After a
few minutes when Fiona showed no signs of moving James spoke. “Well
OK you won now get off me”, James said. “Oh no I’ve never
beaten a boy before and I’m going to make the most of it”, Fiona
replied. “Besides I like sitting on you Jamie boy”, she added. </span></span></span></span>
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">
</p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">I
said get of me the fight is over”, James said indignantly. “I say
it isn’t and you can try and get me off if you think you can wimp
boy”, Fiona replied. “Oh you are really snotty little minx”,
James sighed. “What not even going to try wimp boy?”, Fiona
sneered. James tried hard struggling furiously under Fiona kicking
and bucking but Fiona just rode out his struggles and kept him firmly
pinned. Eventually exhausted by his struggles James just had to lay
there under Fiona until she agreed to let him go it was both
embarrassing and worrying being bested by a girl. “Want another
look at my knickers Jamie boy”, Fiona asked shamelessly hoisting
her summer dress up to expose her white knickers. James couldn’t
help staring at Fiona’s white knickers started to get excited he
felt his cock stiffening in his trousers. </span></span></span>
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from a longer story by Sapper Junior three of the seven illustrations by JG </span></span></span></p><span style="color: black;"><span face="Calibri, sans-serif"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"></span></span></span></span><p></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-51117643062239859132021-02-08T03:06:00.002-08:002021-02-08T03:06:44.000-08:00cover of the mixed wrestling storybook an evening of sexy mixed wrestling at a London co-ed wrestling club part 1 available from battle annals http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/2.html <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiFNMNYwz5AB4QPNtpC9OrLr6ldr5zK6T5d0h4j8zNKvLdacYTBWPBKDx3ksbp6TnV5LyLDpw7MHnPSaSXL5jz3ezNWpRy8iQgJOJA4eEC5FaTfYVYXSgZGhLdSXW4_Fjufj9DHqXBpcK/s1210/london+coed+wrestling+club+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1210" data-original-width="935" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguiFNMNYwz5AB4QPNtpC9OrLr6ldr5zK6T5d0h4j8zNKvLdacYTBWPBKDx3ksbp6TnV5LyLDpw7MHnPSaSXL5jz3ezNWpRy8iQgJOJA4eEC5FaTfYVYXSgZGhLdSXW4_Fjufj9DHqXBpcK/w298-h386/london+coed+wrestling+club+1.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-87809287910446953692021-02-08T03:03:00.008-08:002021-10-04T11:08:30.259-07:00Extract from the mixed wrestling storybook an evening of sexy mixed wrestling a a London co-ed wrestling club part 1 available from battle-annals http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/mixed-wrestling-stories-1-47-page/ <p> </p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">AN
EVENING OF SEXY MIXED WRESTLING AT A LONDON CO-ED WRESTLING CLUB PART
ONE</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">As
a celebration of its ten-year history, the London co-ed wrestling
club LCWC had arranged a special mixed wrestling night for its
members. Ten male members and seven female members through the age
ranges of 17 to 45 were set battle it out in the ring in front of a
small audience of club members. The wrestling action was being
recorded on video for sale to any wrestling fans who wanted to buy it
and as an experiment it was being broadcast live on the World Wide
Web via the LCWC internet site. A small crowd of LCWC members were
gathered around the ring to watch the nights events. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Its
was billed as a mixed wrestling night and that’s what it was going
to be the mixed wrestling night of the year. It wasn’t going to be
all straight forward competitive matches either. There were going to
be some virtual demonstration matches between older more experience
wrestlers and younger novice wrestlers. These were intended to show
the audience the best moves and counter moves in mixed wrestling. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The
Master of Ceremonies climbed into the ring and started to address the
crowd and cameras. There were numerous strategically placed cameras
to catch all the action from every angle. “Ladies and Gentlemen
welcome to this special mixed wrestling night, here at the head
quarters of the LCWC wrestling club in London England”. “We have
ten male wrestlers’ facing seven female wrestlers all from the LCWC
wrestling club”. “There will be some great mixed wrestling
tonight, … pitting male against female, …. old against young, ….
experienced against novice”. “All will be straight forward no
holds barred all out matches, …. Others more uneven will be more to
demonstrate best moves against the opposite sex and effective
counters”. “One final point at it is inter sex wrestling making
your opponent come or orgasm is allowed, … and scores points, a
point added for making your opponent come a point deducted for being
forced to come, both teams men and women will start at three points
each”.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The
crowd clapped and cheered in appreciation. “Thank you ladies and
gentlemen, …. my score board tells me we a being hit big time on
our web site”, the master of ceremonies said. “Pity we can’t
see back through the web cameras of our net fans, ..we would see even
more orgasms and ejaculations I bet”, he quipped much to the
amusement of the crowd. “OK lets get to our first match of the
evening”, he announced. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The
first match is between Craig Barret the youngest member of the males
wrestling team, and Glenda Hapsworth the oldest and most experienced
member of the female wresting team. “Please welcome the brave young
male challenger Craig Barret”, the master of ceremonies stated. The
crowd applauded as a young male wrestler walked down to the ring he
was dressed in a brief white swim suit with a white towel draped over
his shoulders. Craig climbed into the ring amid whistles and cat
calls particularly from the females in the crowd. Shouts of , “Wow
what a but” and “Hey nice lunch box”, echoed round the ring.
Craig smiled as he walked round the ring to the cheers and whistles
of the crowd.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Craig
was 17 years old he was 5’ 9 and quite lean at 120 lbs, he had a
swimmers build with a narrow waist. Craig had very pale white soft
clear skin with no or very little body hair even on his legs. He was
wearing a tight fitting brief pair of white speedos. They clung to
his narrow hips and firm buttocks like as second skin, his package
was nicely displayed by the tight fitting trunks. He had no boots on
electing to wrestle bare foot. “I can’t wait to see him lose that
sexy suit and see his cock shooting”, and excited female voice
shouted from the crowd. Craig smiled at the cheeky shout, and his
face started to colour with embarrassment. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Please
welcome his opponent tonight Glenda Hapsworth”, the master of
ceremonies announced. The crowd cheered as Glenda Hapsworth walked
down to the ring and climbed in. Glenda Hapsworth was 41 years old
and 5’ 11” quite tall for a woman and taller than her young male
opponent. She looked stronger and was heavier at 140lbs. Glenda had
a slightly tanned skin and she wore a full-length navy swimsuit with
long black patent leather wrestling boots. She had nice full large
breasts that stretched her tight fitting swimsuit. Glenda had quite a
good figure for a woman in her forties her firm buttocks caught the
eye of many of the guys watching in the crowd and via the Internet. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
Hapsworth walked round the ring saluting the cheering crowd and then
up to Craig as he stood waiting in his corner. The crowd went quiet
as the younger boy and older woman wrestler stood staring at each
other only inches apart. “So your going to wrestle me, are you
little boy?”, Glenda asked. “Think your up to it”, she added
drawing some sniggers from the crowd. “More than up to it”, Craig
replied sticking his chest out. “Sure about that boy?”, Glenda
asked reaching out and grabbing hold of Craig’s right nipple. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">Craig
gasped in pain as Glenda grabbed and pinched his right nipple, he
tried to back away but his back came in contact with the turnbuckles.
Glenda squeezed harder making Craig gasp louder. Unable to back away
her grabbed hold of Glenda’s hand and pulled it of his aching
nipple. “Give up now boy and save yourself the humiliation and
pain”, Glenda said. “Huh now way I’m going to win”, Craig
replied pushing Glenda away.</span></span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">OK
to your corners and come out fighting when the bell sounds”, the
master of Ceremonies said to Glenda Hapsworth. Glenda walked to her
corner and turned to face Craig who was waiting in his own corner.
“OK there is no referee and no rules, …. points are scored by
submission or knockout”, the master of ceremonies said. “Extra
points can be earned by forcing your opponent to come the losing
side, loses a point”, he added. “Very well let the first match
begin”, the master of ceremonies said climbing out of the ring. The
bell sounded signalling the start of the first match. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The
bell sounded and Glenda moved confidently out of her corner into the
centre of the ring. Craig moved more cautiously out of his corner,
mindful of Glenda’s greater experience and capability. “Come on
boy lets wrestle”, Glenda said. “Your not scared of me are you?”,
she asked. “No I’m not, just wary that’s all”, Craig replied
as they circled round. “That’s a nice suit and a lovely sexy body
you have”, Glenda said with a smile. “Don’t worry about my body
or attire worry about my wrestling”, Craig replied. “Huh why
should I do that boy?”, Glenda asked bemused by Craig’s reply.
“This is why”, Craig answered lunging low grabbing for Glenda’s
right leg. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
saw the move coming and easily countered it. Glenda slipped aside so
Craig missed her leg, as he passed her, Glenda slammed the palm of
her hand into the side Craig’s head. Craig groaned as Glenda’s
hand slammed into the side of his head the blow stunning him
slightly. He was slow in rolling away allowing Glenda to deliver a
follow up blow. She lashed out with foot, the sole of Glenda’s
black wrestling boot caught Craig on the side of the head. The boot
to the side of the head had more effect and Craig dropped to the
ring. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">No
boots, is a mistake, if your opponent is wearing them”, Glenda said
as Craig lay face down moaning on the canvas. “Particularly if your
opponent is more experienced than you”, she added dropping down and
elbowing Craig between the shoulder blades. “Ah fuck, my back”,
Craig groaned arching his back and rolling over hands reaching behind
to try and ease the pain between his shoulders. Showing no mercy to
her inexperienced young male opponent, Glenda drove her fist into his
belly. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Craig
let out a strangled gasp and rolled over clutching his aching belly.
“OK, when you have your opponent down like this the best thing to
do is to start working on their legs”, Glenda said for the benefit
of the cameras. “The single leg Boston is an excellent way to cause
pain and weaken and it”, she added. Glenda grabbed hold of Craig’s
right leg and pulled it back towards his head. When she had Craig’s
leg raised off the ring she bent it back applying more pressure.
Glenda held Craig’s leg by the ankle with her right hand placed her
left hand on his thigh just above the knee. This gave Glenda the
perfect hold to force Craig’s leg right back.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Craig
groaned louder as Glenda forced his leg further towards his head
clamping the single leg Boston on much harder. Glenda forced Craig’s
leg right back applying painful pressure to it. The cameras and crowd
could actually see Craig’s thigh muscles tightening and bulging as
they were pressured and compressed by Glenda’s single leg Boston.
“Nice one this isn’t it boy, nice and painful”, Glenda said
yanking on Craig’s leg forcing it back a litle further. Craig
didn’t reply he only gasped in pain face grimacing. “Want to give
boy?”, Glenda asked. “No, ….. no, …… no way”, Craig
replied painfully. “Sure boy, I can keep you like this all night”,
Glenda warned Craig. “Your leg must be cramping up already”,
Glenda added. “No I won’t give”, Craig replied his eyes tightly
closed as he tried to concentrate on not giving up. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Well
I’m sure I can help you in that department boy”, Glenda said.
Glenda moved her left hand from under Craig’s knee and clenched her
fist. Glenda started to punch Craig’s right leg pounding his
tightly constricted thigh muscles. “I know knee is better, but with
your leg bent in the Boston its every bit as effective”, Glenda
said as she drove punch after punch into Craig’s thigh. Craig
pounded the canvas with his fist gasping in agony. “Like this each
punch is as painful and effective as the most hard knee”, Glenda
said as she really went to work on Craig’s thigh.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Everyone
a dead leg, how long can you last boy?”, Glenda asked. “Oh please
my leg, …… my leg”, Craig gasped wearily. “Oh dear am I
hurting your leg little boy?”, Glenda asked as she let go of
Craig’s leg. Craig let out a sigh of relief as his leg was freed
from the single leg Boston, but grunted as Glenda kneed him in the
small of the back as she hopped across him. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Before
Craig had chance to recover Glenda grabbed his left leg and yanked it
back applying another single leg Boston. “Oh no not my left leg as
well”, Craig groaned. “Yes boy now your left leg we can’t have
one leg hurting and not the other one”, Glenda stated clamping the
single leg Boston on hard. “Good isn’t it boy”, Glenda said as
really went to work on Craig’s left leg. She used the two handed
grip on knee and thigh to force Craig’s left leg right back until
he screamed. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
didn’t release Craig’s leg despite his screams, she held it place
by his ankle and started to pummel his thigh muscle with her free
hand. Craig flinched in agony screaming as he pounded the ring with
his fists. Just when Craig thought he couldn’t take any more and he
was going to give, Glenda released his left leg and let it drop to
the ring. As Craig lay groaning face down on the canvas Glenda sat
astride his back facing his feet.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">When
are you going to put up some resistance and wrestle me boy?”,
Glenda inquired. “Oh you bitch just you wait”, Craig gasped
breathlessly. “Huh I can’t wait that long boy”, she replied.
“However you do have a lovely bum boy”, Glenda added running her
hands over Craig’s arse squeezing his bum cheeks. “Hey that’s
not aloud”, Craig protested. “Yes it is boy I’m allowed to make
you come remember”, Glenda replied. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Oh
fuck no, let me up, … let me up”, Craig said angrily starting to
struggle. “Whoa boy, whoa, you’re going nowhere, … nowhere
boy”, Glenda said riding out Craig’s struggles. “You do have a
lovely arse boy, so slapable”, Glenda said. Glenda gave Craig’s
arse a good hard slap that made him yelp in pain. “Ouch, aah fuck,
…. cut that out”, Craig shouted still struggling to free himself.
“Oh no boy, I’m going to have more fun with your legs first”,
Glenda replied. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
reached forward and grabbed hold of Craig’s legs and pulled them
back towards his head. Glenda crossed Craig’s right leg over his
left and pulled them back until his feet were pressing into the back
of his thighs. “Ahhh, fuck, …. you’re breaking my legs”,
Craig gasped. “Huh not hardly boy”, Glenda snapped. “But I’m
glad you like the double cross over reverse leg press, because it
only gets better”, she added. Glenda pulled harder on Craig’s
legs, she kept pulling until she’d raised his bent legs off the
ring. “Ahh, shit my legs, …. my fucking legs”, Craig screamed.
“Well you can always give boy”, Glenda quipped. “Fuck you”,
Craig snapped in reply. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">No
fuck you boy”, Glenda said yanking harder on Craig’s legs making
him scream louder. “See I am fucking you boy, fucking your legs and
back up”, Glenda added. She was really enjoying working Craig over
making him suffer. “You sure you don’t want to give boy?”,
Glenda asked. “No nn, no fuck you”, was Craig’s rather hesitant
reply. “Well you will with this boy”, Glenda stated. Glenda eased
Craig’s legs back a little and uncrossed them. “OK boy here comes
your first submission”, Glenda said. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
stood up and stooped astride Craig’s back while she pulled his legs
back toward his head. “Ahhhh, fuck, ..fuck, …. my back, …. my
back”, Craig screamed as Glenda pulled his legs right back
painfully pressuring his lower back and bending his spine. Glenda
didn’t stop until she had Craig’s back bent right over and he was
screaming helplessly. “Well boy you gong to give to me?”, Glenda
asked yanking hard on Craig’s legs. “Yes, …. yes, ……yes, I
give, .. I fucking give”, Craig screamed. “About time too boy”,
Glenda said as the women team score notched up one point to four
points. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ohh
my back, …. please let me go, …. I gave”, Craig groaned. “Not
yet little boy, … not yet”, Glenda replied. She tucked Craig’s
legs under her arms freeing her hands. “But I gave you have to”,
Craig protested. “Not until I’ve played with your little cute boy
bum, and little stiff boy cock”, Glenda said. “No please, …..
please not that please”, Craig gasped a s Glenda ran her hands over
his arse squeezing his bum cheeks. Glenda ran her hand over Craig
cock that was stiff and hard in his brief white speedos </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mmmmmm,
…. small but nice and stiff”, Glenda said much to the amusement
of the crowd. “Look like I’m about to get another point from your
team boy”, Glenda said wanking Craig’s stiff cock through his
speedos. “No please, …. not here, ….. not on TV”, Craig
pleaded. “Yes here and now, boy, ….. on TV”, Glenda replied as
continued to wank his cock. She eased the front of Craig’s white
speedos down and grabbed his cock. Glenda started to wank Craig’s
erect excited cock even faster squeezing it hard. “You’re going
to come for me boy”, Glenda said. “Your going to come for me on
TV and the net”, she added. “No way, … no fucking way”, Craig
screamed. He some how found the strength bolstered by fear and
desperation to push back with his legs. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">He
caught Glenda off balance leaning forward to wank him harder and
really go to work on his cock. Craig managed to pitch Glenda forwards
sending her head over heals across the ring into the ropes. Craig let
out a sigh or relief as the painful strain was taken off his lower
back. He lay face down panting letting the pain ease in his back
trying not to come, Glenda had taken him very close to the wire. He
lay there for a few more seconds before getting up and stuffing his
hard excited cock back into his speedos. He leaned wearily against
the corner roped rubbing his lower back. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So
then, you want to wrestle after all boy”, Glenda said standing up.
“Yes”, Craig responded not feeling very confident at all. “OK
its time to meet my boots again boy”, Glenda said rushing across
the ring. Glenda jumped up delivering high a drop kick to Craig’s
chest. Craig grunted as Glenda’s boots hit his chest knocking him
back into the corner ropes. “Yes boots are a definite advantage
boy”, Glenda said as she delivered a high kick to the side of
Craig’s head. Craig was dazed by the high kick to his head and
slumped into the corner ropes. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I
bet your thighs still ache”, Glenda said. “Well they will after
this juicy dead leg boy”, she added bringing her knee up hard into
Craig’s right thigh. “Oh you bitch”, Craig groaned as his right
thigh started to go numb from the vicious dead leg. “As you like
that so much boy have another”, Glenda said kneeing Craig in the
left thigh. “Ahh fuck my legs”, Craig groaned staggering out of
the corner. He only got a few steps before his legs gave way and he
dropped to the ring.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Do
you like my knee boy?”, Glenda asked kneeing Craig in the solar
plexus. “Ohhhhh shit, …no”, Craig gasped in reply partially
winded by the knee to his solar plexus. “Huh, never mind, ….but
that’s no reason to stop is it”, Glenda said kneeing Craig in the
ribs. “Bitch”, Craig grunted as he was kneed in the ribs. “OK
boy one more to the solar plexus to put you down”, Glenda said
smiling at Craig’s pained expression. “This time you’re going
to lose that cute suit and I’m going to make you come boy”,
Glenda added. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Not
this time bitch”, Craig said swinging his right fist up between
Glenda’s legs just as she was about to knee him again. “Ohhhhhhhhh
shit, …. Ohh you little bastard”, Glenda gasped as Craig punched
her in the crotch. Glenda’s attack fell to pieces and she dropped
to the knees clutching her groin. Craig knew he needed a short
breathing pace to allow him to recover, so he fired a left and right
punch into Glenda’s breasts. Glenda groaned as Craig’s fists
slammed into her tits. “Those were a good attacks against a woman I
believe”, Craig said as loudly as he could getting a few cheers
from the crowd. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
dropped to the ring and rolled around in agony hurting in three
places, both tits, and her cunt. “Oh you little bastard, …. you
little bastard”, she moaned. “Yeah not so good is it when your on
the receiving end is it”, Craig said dropping down and driving his
knee into Glenda’s belly. Glenda let out along painful gasp and
doubled up clasping her aching belly. Craig stood over Glenda as she
knelt doubled over her head pressed to the ring. “Ohh you little
shit, …. you little shit”, Glenda groaned. “Yes that’s about
it”, Craig said putting his foot on Glenda’s shoulder and pushing
her over. Glenda flopped onto her back hands still clasping her
aching belly. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Craig
knelt down behind Glenda’s head and trapped her head between his
thighs. “I hope you like this one”, Craig said squeezing Glenda’s
head between his thighs. Glenda cursed twisting violently as Craig
crushed her head between his thighs. She instinctively grabbed hold
of Craig’s thighs and tried to prise them apart. “Do you want to
give?”, Craig asked flexing his thigh muscles and squeezing
Glenda’s head harder between his thighs. “No way you little shit,
.. just you wait”, Glenda groaned from between his thighs. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You
sure about that old woman?”, Craig asked pressing his knees
together. “Oh you little bastard I’m going to kill you”, Glenda
said angrily groping blindly for Craig’s balls. “Craig swatted
Glenda’s hand away from his balls. “Hands off old woman”, Craig
said as he punched Glenda in the solar plexus. “Oh you little shit,
you bastard”, Glenda gasped breathlessly. “Oh yes I think this is
supposed to be good against a woman”, Craig said a she grabbed hold
of Glenda’s breasts squeezing them through her bathing suit. “Ahh
shit, ..let go, .. let go”, Glenda wailed as Craig crushed and
twisted her breasts. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sure
you don’t want to give yet?”, Craig asked pinching and twisting
Glenda’s nipples. He pinched them hard twisting them right round
while continuing to crush her head between his thighs. “Oh never
you little prick, ….. you little prick”, Glenda cursed. “Well
if I can’t make you give then maybe if I’m a litle gentler I can
make you come instead”, Craig stated. He started to caress Glenda’s
breasts flicking her heard erect nipples with his fingers. “Oh you
wouldn’t”, Glenda gasped in shock as Craig teased her breasts.
“Yes I would and what’s more I think I’ll get your tits out
now”, Craig said gleefully. “You wouldn’t dare”, Glenda said
in horror. “Wouldn’t I”, Craig replied easing the shoulder
strap of Glenda swimsuit down. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ohh
you little shit”, Glenda snapped angrily. “Just let me get hold
of your balls and you’ll know it boy”, she added grabbing blindly
at Craig’s crotch. Craig swatted Glenda’s hand away from his
balls again, but he knew he would have to subdue Glenda if he wanted
play with her tits unmolested. Craig punched Glenda in the solar
plexus a couple of time completely winding her. Glenda let out a
strangled gasp and her arms dropped limply to her sides and she just
lay there struggling for breath. Craig rolled the top of Glenda’s
swimsuit down exposing her breasts. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mmmmmmm,
lovely tits”, Craig said as he looked at Glenda’s large firm
breasts. He’s started to caress Glenda’s breasts again kneading
them with his hands. Craig smiled as he saw and felt Glenda twisting
and writhing beneath him and he knew he was having an effect and
exciting her. “Sure your not going to come old woman?”, Craig
asked. “Your moaning a lot he added as he flicked Glenda’s hard
erect nipples with his fingers. Glenda was both angry and excited but
was still too winded to say anything. However it didn’t stop her
responding to Craig’s teasing and caressing touch. When he flicked
her nipples a shudder of excitement shot right though her body.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;">As
her excitement rose with Glenda could feel herself getting damp
between the legs. Shit I’ve got to get out of this, or this little
prick just might make me come after all”, Glenda thought to
herself. However her first task was to get enough breath back to be
able to move. I only hope its soon as this little shit is really
turning me on she thought. Craig kept on teasing Glenda’s breasts
making her twist and writhe in response. However Craig knew that
Glenda would recover long before his teasing of her tits would make
her come, so he decided to act while he could. </span></span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Craig
gave Glenda’s head one last squeeze between his thighs and her hard
erect nipples one last cheeky tweak. Craig released Glenda’s head
from between his thighs and rolled her onto her belly. He grabbed
hold of Glenda’s suit pulling it down lower completely exposing her
upper body. Craig didn’t stop there he pulled right down to her
ankles and completely off, stripping her naked. “Oh you little
bastard just you wait”, Glenda gasped finally getting her breath
back. She rolled onto her back, hands trying to cover breasts and
crotch.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Just
whose suit was coming off did you say?”, Craig asked holding
Glenda’s swimsuit above his head. “I’m going to kill you boy”,
Glenda snapped angrily. “Not before I make you submit and come
hopefully”, Craig replied driving his fist into her belly. Glenda
let out a short gasp of pain and doubled up. "Oh you little
shit, …. you little shit”, she groaned. Craig waited for Glenda
to roll onto her side then clamped his thighs round her head. “A
head scissors should be good enough to get a submission”, Craig
said clamping Glenda’s head between his thighs. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">He
flexed his thigh muscles and crushed Glenda’s head making her groan
louder. Glenda clawed at Craig’s thighs trying to prise them open.
Craig eased the pressure on Glenda’s head slightly allowing her to
twist round. He waited till she was lying on her back and clamped the
head scissors back on. “Great just where I want you”, Craig said
flexing his thigh muscles really crushing Glenda’s head. Glenda
kicked and buck twisting as she clawed at Craig’s thighs
desperately trying to break the head scissors. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Craig
knew Glenda’s struggles were futile and he reached out and started
to caress her breasts. Although Glenda was concentrating on breaking
free she couldn’t help responding Craig’s attentions to her
breasts. Craig smiled as Glenda’s body twisted and writhed in
response to his teasing of her breasts. “You could give and save
yourself from being made to come”, Craig suggested. “Fuck you,
just wait”, Glenda said angrily. “I’m going to drain you boy
then bust those little balls of yours”, she added. “Well your
choice at the moment is to give or come”, Craig said. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Craig
flexed his thigh muscles as hard as he could squeezing Glenda’s
head. “So come on give”, Craig demanded really going to work on
her head while mercilessly teasing her breasts. “Oh you little
shit, ….. you little shit”, Glenda gasped groaning from a potent
mixture of pain and arousal. Craig stretched out a hand and started
to finger Glenda’s cunt. “Oh you little sod stop that”, Glenda
protested. “No its allowed remember, I can do it to make you come”,
Craig replied. “Huh you won’t do that to me any day boy”,
Glenda said renewing her struggles. “Oh yes I will make you come”,
Craig said teasing the sensitive opening of Glenda’s cunt.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Craig
continued his three way assault on Glenda crushing her head with his
thighs while teasing her breasts and cunt. “Ohhhh no, . not here, .
not now”, Glenda gasped excitedly as Craig pushed his forefinger
into her cunt. “Yes here, …now, … on TV, on the net”, Craig
replied moving his finger in and out of Glenda’s cunt. While Craig
finger fucked Glenda with his left hand he used his right hand to
tease her breasts and continued to crush her head between his thighs.
“Ohhhh, ..ohh, ..shit, … please not like this”, Glenda moaned
helplessly caught in the throws of arousal. “Yes your going to come
old woman, I’m going to make you come”, Craig said gleefully.
“Ohhh, no, ohh shit, . Ohhh, . Ohhh, god”, Glenda gasped.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,
shit, …OK, …I, ……I, …. give, …..I give”, Glenda shouted
breathlessly. “About time to, but its too late to stop now old
woman”, Craig said as he continued his three way assault on
Glenda’s body. “But thank you for the point, that makes the teams
even”, he added. “Oh shit let me go you got the submission”,
Glenda moaned. “Oh no not until you come your so close old woman we
both know it”, Craig replied. “Ohhh no, … not that, … not
that”, She groaned. “Yes your going to come in front of the
cameras live on the net”, Craig said gleefully. “Ohhhhhh, .
Noooooooo, shittttttt”, Glenda screamed as she suffered a violent
orgasm. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hot
juices poured from her cunt soaking Craig’s hand and running onto
the canvas. “That puts us ahead I believe”, Craig said releasing
Glenda’s head. Glenda went limp as her violent orgasm came to and
end and she just lay there gasping too weak to move exhausted by her
forced orgasm. Craig started to unlace Glenda’s wrestling boots. “I
may as well take away this advantage while I have the chance”,
Craig said to the crowd and cameras. He pulled Glenda’s wrestling
boots off and threw them out of the ring. “Oh you little shit”,
Glenda said annoyed but still too weak to stop him. “OK old woman
I’m ready to wrestle again when you are”, Craig said standing up
and walking to his corner. Glenda got up after a few seconds and
walked wearily to her corner. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">There
will be a one minute break for the loser to recover”, the master of
ceremonies voice announced over the loud speakers. “Oh yes by the
way net hits have tripled and we have plenty of orders for the video
when its done”, he added. The bell sounded signalling the end of
the minutes rest period. Craig moved confidently out of his corner
into the ring. Glenda moved more cautiously out of her corner into
the ring, conscious of her nakedness but more importantly still weary
from her forced orgasm. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Noting
Glenda’s hesitation and realising she would be weary from the
orgasm, Craig charged towards her. Craig shoulder barged Glenda
sending her careering back into her corner. Glenda groaned as her
back collided with the turnbuckles, hammering her in the small of the
back and between the shoulder blades. Glenda gasped as Craig body
checked her into the corner post. Before Glenda had chance to worry
about her aching back, Craig grabbed her arm and span her round
sending her crashing into the other corner. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
groaned louder as her back took another hammering from the
turnbuckles. The impact propelled Glenda back out of the corner to
where Craig was waiting for her. As Glenda shot out of the corner
Craig brought his knee up into her bread basket. Glenda was stopped
dead and she let out a strangled gasp, dropping to her knees
clutching her aching belly. “Well old woman it looks like your down
again”, Craig said as he towered over her. “Oh yes here’s
something I owe”, he added slamming the palm of his right hand into
the side of Glenda’s head. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
grunted dazed by the blow and sprawled out on her back. Craig grabbed
hold of Glenda’s right arm and lifted it ready to apply an arm
lock. Craig pressed Glenda’s arm against his leg bending her elbow
over his knee cruelly pressuring the joint. “Oh my arm, .. you
little shit”, Glenda cursed. “You can always give you know”,
Craig said applying more pressure to Glenda’s arm. “Never you
little shit Glenda replied angrily. “Never again don’t you mean”,
Craig sneered bending Glenda’s wrist back. “Ohhh shit, ….. you
little sod”, Glenda groaned. “Come on give before I fuck your arm
up”, Craig demanded yanking on Glenda’s arm making her groan
louder. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Well
you going to give to me again old woman?”, Craig asked. “Yeah I’m
going to give to you boy”, Glenda replied. “Give you this you
little bastard”, she added. She twisted her body round even though
it put more pressure on her arm and punched Craig hard between the
legs. Craig went rigid and gasped in pain as Glenda punched him hard
in the balls. He let go of Glenda’s arm and stood there tottering
unsteadily in shock. “I owed you that boy”, Glenda said trying to
rub some lift back into her right arm and shoulder. “But you can
have this one for free”, she added. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Oh
no, …. no”, Craig yelped. However the pain in his balls and
stunned him, and he his arms were limp at his sides. There was
nothing he could do to stop Glenda punching him in the balls again.
The second punch was even harder than the first and Craig dropped
screaming to the ring. Craig rolled about in agony doubled up
clutching his balls. “Oh my balls, …. my fucking balls”, Craig
moaned. “Good boy, ….. I hope I fucking bust them”, Glenda
snapped as she pulled herself up with the ropes. Glenda leaned
against the ropes rubbing her right arm and shoulder trying to get
life and feeling back into them. “OK now your going to get it you
little shit”, Glenda said as she watched Craig roll about the ring
in agony. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">By
the time Craig stopped rolling round the ring and his pain has
subsided enough for him to get up, Glenda had recovered and was ready
to wrestle again and carry out her threat. Craig just about managed
to get to his knees and knelt clutching his balls as they still hurt.
“Come get up and wrestle boy I’m waiting”, Glenda ordered. “OK,
…. OK, give us a break”, Craig replied. “My pleasure boy”,
Glenda said scooping Craig up in a neck and crotch hold. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
hoisted Craig’s body up to shoulder height before body slamming him
to the ring. Craig groaned as he hit the ring jarring his back. “Ohh
you bitch my back, ..my back”, Craig groaned arching his back, his
face screwing up in a grimace. “Ohh you bitch , …you bitch”,
Craig moaned crawling to the ropes and pulling himself up. Glenda
grabbed hold of Craig’s arm and whirled him round, sending him
crashing into the corner post. Craig groaned louder as his aching
back was slammed into the turnbuckles.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The
turnbuckles hit him hard between the shoulder blades and lower back.
Craig slumped in the corner ropes groaning from the pain in his back.
Glenda charged in body checking Craig into the turnbuckles. Craig
grunted as his back was driven hard into the turnbuckles by Glenda’s
momentum and their combined body weights. He stumbled out of the
corner stiff backed and was scooped up in a crotch and neck hold by
Glenda. “Oh shit, no please, …. Not again”, Craig cried as
Glenda hoisted his body up to shoulder height. “Yes boy, …. yes”,
Glenda replied body slamming Craig to the ring. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ahhhh
fuck, ..my back, …my back”, Craig gasped clutching his lower back
as he rolled around the ring. “Your back hurts does it boy?”,
Glenda asked. “Yes it does you bitch”, Craig replied as he lay
face down nursing his lower back with his hands. “Good”, Glenda
snapped stomping down with her foot to the small of his back.
“Ohhhhh, shit”, Craig groaned moaning in pain. “Yes the bitch
who is going to sought you out”, Glenda replied. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
bent down grabbing Craig in a crotch and neck hold and hoisted him up
to her shoulders. “No please, ..please, …don’t”, Craig
shouted in alarm. “Yes boy, …. I’m going to break your body, …
cocky little boy”, Glenda said. “Or should I say little cocked
boy”, she said with a sneer drawing cheers from the crowd. Instead
of body slamming Craig to the ring she spun his body though 90
degrees and dropped down onto one knee driving Craig’s shoulder
into her knee. “Ahhh fuck”, Craig groaned as his shoulder was
slammed into Glenda’s knee jarring it to the bone. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
let go of Craig’s body and he dropped to the ring. Craig lay
groaning on the canvas while Glenda stood over him. She didn’t
leave Craig lying there long just long enough for the pain to filter
right through his body. Glenda scooped Craig up by his neck and
crotch ignoring his screams and dropped his back down onto her
waiting knee. Craig screamed as Glenda delivered a perfect text book
back breaker to his lower back. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
let go of Craig’s body and he rolled off her knee onto the ring.
Craig lay groaning on his side his back arched in pain, hands
clutching his lower back. “Ohh fuck, .. my back, …. my back”,
Craig groaned breathlessly. “Yeah we all know about it boy”,
Glenda sneered as she grabbed hold of Craig in another neck and
crotch hold. “Oh please no, ….. please, ….. not again Craig
pleaded as Glenda scooped him up. “Yes boy, I said I was gong to
break your body and I always keep my word”, Glenda replied. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Glenda
lifted Craig scrabbling body up by his neck and crotch but only to
waist height. Glenda dropped down onto one knee, and lowered his body
onto her knee draping his body across it. “Oh fuck no, .. not
more”, Craig cried as his body was lowered onto Glenda’s knee.
“Oh yes boy this is going to be the best bit”, Glenda replied.
“For me that is boy”, she added. “Let me go, …..let me go”,
Craig protested struggling furiously. Craig’s body hung over
Glenda’s knee and his struggling only put more pressure on his
aching back. Craig made a grab for Glenda’s arm while he kicked
furiously. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Down
boy, … down, … your going nowhere boy, ….nowhere”, Glenda
said pressing down on his chest and legs. “Ahhhh fuck no my back,
…. my back”, Craig groaned as his back was bent tighter over
Glenda'’ knee. “Yes boy, … that’s what I’m going to do boy,
…… fuck your back”, Glenda said gleefully pressing down harder,
bending Craig even tighter over her knee. “Ahhh, fuck, …. my
back, … my back”, Craig screamed as he was stretched tightly over
Glenda’s knee. The strain on Craig’s back was now very intense
his stomach muscles were stretched tight and his rib cage sucked
right in. He really was in trouble and everyone except Craig was
loving it. He was aroused by it though, his cock sticking up hard in
his tight fitting brief white speedos, but he certainly wasn’t
enjoying it. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
“<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yes
boy, … yes boy, ….. I’m going to break your back now”, Glenda
said pressing down even harder. “Please, ….. please … don’t”,
Craig screamed helplessly. “Then give to me boy, …. give to me”,
Glenda demanded pressing down harder still. “Fucccccccccccccck”,
Craig screamed. “OK, ….. OK, … I give, ….. I give”, he
screamed hoarsely. “Why thank you boy”, Glenda replied as the
women’s’ score clocked up one point to four points. “However
runt don’t think your getting out of it that easily”, Glenda
added. “Oh shit please, ….. come on, …. come on, ….. I gave,
…. I gave”, Craig gasped in shock.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">By
Friar http://www.battle-annals.co.uk copyright 2001</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This
is part of a longer story full version available from battle-annals
http:/www.battle-annals.co.uk Read more of the brutal sexy mixed
wrestling action and see if Craig or Glenda win the match </span></span></span>
</p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-22702607088252406742021-02-06T04:27:00.001-08:002021-02-06T04:27:04.211-08:00The cover of Mallorcan escapades part 3 available from battle annals http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/2.html<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPbbFf4dr2_iuITOvdIuDNnWh2BtKxwo8dbNt-peGI5PR6hMpO8o3DR8bn2aRDtUUR2BnInxd60KK4brfQgFGuZemtDfQt-Y2UkgW0a82sxw9jvRxfjUpxiU0yeBJo26Flw38Gq1YgSgy/s1210/mallorcan+escapades+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1210" data-original-width="935" height="385" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgPbbFf4dr2_iuITOvdIuDNnWh2BtKxwo8dbNt-peGI5PR6hMpO8o3DR8bn2aRDtUUR2BnInxd60KK4brfQgFGuZemtDfQt-Y2UkgW0a82sxw9jvRxfjUpxiU0yeBJo26Flw38Gq1YgSgy/w297-h385/mallorcan+escapades+3.jpg" width="297" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-84858384148926405742021-02-06T04:25:00.002-08:002021-09-27T08:47:00.884-07:00extract from the mixed wrestling storybook mallorcan escapades part 3 available from battle annals http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/mixed-wrestling-stories-1-47/ <p> </p><p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">MALLORCAN
ESCAPADES PART 3</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Chris
rested for a couple of days after his mauling at the hands of Emma,
and Tara. He had not heard from either of them. The phone rang and
he picked it up. "Hi", Chris said; "Hi Chris its
Emma", Emma's voice said on the other end of the phone. "I
had a letter from Mallorca today", explained Emma. "Victoria,
Catherine, and their brother Juan are coming to England", she
added. "Great when are they coming?", Chris asked Emma.
"Next week, we can put Victoria and Catherine up", Emma
said. "Can you put Juan up?", she asked. "I don't see
why not it should be all right", replied Chris. "The thing
is he's bringing his new girl friend Erica she's Swedish by the way",
Emma said. "Ah, well yeah I think that will be all right still",
stated Chris. "Great I'll give you more details later bye",
Emma said. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Wow
Victoria, Catherine, and Juan not to mention his mysterious new girl
coming to England. Chris's mind wandered back to their holiday and
the first time they met their Spanish neighbours. The next day after
their wrestling activities they decided to go sight seeing for the
day. They drove round the island and did not get back till late. They
were all tired so it was decided to; leave the fighting till
tomorrow. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The
next morning after breakfast they walked down to the beach, and
spread themselves out to sun bathe. They had only been their ten
minutes when a voice with a Spanish accent said, "Hello we have
the villa next door". They turned round to see two women, and a
man standing looking at them. "Hi my name's Victoria", said
the tallest of the two women. She was tall nearly six feet with a
beautiful bronzed body. Her auburn hair touching her shoulders.
Victoria wore a very brief white Bikini. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"This
is Catherine my sister", Victoria said. Introducing the other
woman. Catherine was a couple of inches shorter than Victoria.
However she shared her beauty, and athletic looks. Catherine had
brown hair with a hint of red in it. It was shorter than Mercedes
ending just above her collar. Catherine smiled at them; she wore a
red full length swim suit.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"This
is my brother Juan", Victoria said introducing the man. Juan was
short barely five feet in height. His body was thin almost emaciated.
He had short black hair and dark skin. He wore a very brief pair of
purple speedos. "Hi my name's Emma", Emma said standing up.
"This is Mike", she said pointing to Mike. "That's
Tara his girl friend", Emma added. "This is Chris my boy
friend", she said pointing to Chris. They all shook hands in
turn and greeted each other. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"We
tried to call on you yesterday but you were out", Victoria said.
"I hope you don't mind but were saw you fighting on the first
day", she sated. "What well er, I er", Emma said
shocked. "Oh don't be embarrassed we couldn't believe out luck",
Victoria said. "We wrestle and box with each other regularly",
she added. "The only man we've fought with is Juan our brother
and we always beat him", Victoria said. "So when we saw you
all fighting men, and women together we were delighted",
Victoria stated. "So your fighters as well?", asked Emma,
Victoria nodded. "Oh great that's wonderful you hear that
everyone we have got three new members for our little club",
stated Emma. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The
three new comers sat down and they discussed past fights and how they
all came to start fighting. "OK let's not waste any time lets
get fighting", suggested Tara. "Good idea but who goes
first?", asked Mike. "We usually spin the bottle to see
who fights who it more exciting", Victoria said. "Good idea
lets do it", stated Emma. They all sat round in a circle and
Emma spun an empty coke bottle in the sand. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It
stopped opposite Juan; Emma spun it again. Everyone watched eagerly
as it passed them. The bottle came to rest in front of Tara. "It's
Juan and Tara to wrestle first", announced Emma. The contestants
stood up and walked to the sand the sight of the wrestling match;
they stood facing each other. Tara was heavy and taller than Juan.
Her dark skin looked radiant in the sunshine; she wore Chris's
speedos and no top. Juan looked small and vulnerable compared to
Tara. His thin short frame, and even darker skin contrasted with
micro purple speedos. "We fight no holds barred all in anything
goes Juan that OK with you?", Tara asked. "Yes Tara it is
OK with me", replied Juan. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Juan
took up a defensive stance legs slightly apart standing on the balls
of his feet; hands held ready. He wondered why Tara just stood there
calmly watching him. He didn't have to wait long. Tara's right foot
shot out and kicked him hard in the balls. Juan squealed and dropped
to his knees, holding his balls. "Its all in no holds barred,
Juan I just thought I should remind you", Tara said. Juan looked
up as he knelt bent over in the hot sand. Tara stepped beside him and
delivered an elbow drop to the centre of his back.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Juan
slumped to the sand and lay there moaning. Tara moved quickly and
trapped Juan in a Boston crab. Juan screamed as Tara applied pressure
to the cruel hold, making his back muscles and spine suffer. Tara sat
down on Juan's back pulling his legs right back doubling the strain
and agony on his back. "Argh no please Tara, please I give",
Juan shouted slapping the hot sand. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Do
you really little man well I'm not finished with you yet", Tara
said. She stood up again and astride Juan's back. Tara pulled Juan's
legs even further back to squeals of protest from him until Tara
could hook Juan's legs under her arms and free her hands. "OK
boy lets see what you've got in these speedos", Tara said
reaching towards Juan's groin. The bulge Juan's tight skimpy speedos
seemed to grow large as Tara's hand inched towards it. Juan's body
shuddered weakly as Tara grabbed his hard cock through the thin
material of his speedos. "Boy you are little guy in more ways
than one Juan", Tara taunted. "Its hard, but it hard to
find if you know what I mean", she added. Juan squirmed as Tara
played with his cock. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"OK
Juan let me see what shall I do?", Tara said. "Shall I
break your back?", Tara asked. Jerking Juan's legs back
increasing the strain on his back, and making him scream. "Or
shall I milk this little prick of yours?", she asked him. Tara
started to massage Juan's groin; his short cock was soon visible
sticking up in his tight trunks. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tara
pumped her hand up and down its short length, making Juan catch his
breath and gasp in excitement. Tara started to push down on her arms
while pumping faster with her hand. Juan screamed as his back was
arched more. Juan's screams were punctuated with gasps of pleasure,
as Tara wanked him towards ejaculation. The combination of pain and
pleasure was quickly forcing Juan to lose control he was close very
close to complete defeat at Tara's hands. Female was on the edge of
victory over the male. Tara quickly whipped Juan's trunks down,
exposing his excited naked cock.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Victoria,
and Catherine had watched the match with growing excitement. They
only thing they enjoyed more than making their brother Juan suffer.
Was watching him suffer at the hands of another woman. Tara was
really hammering Juan showing him no mercy. She had him trapped in a
Boston crab as was wanking him as well. They knew Juan would not be
able to resist against such strong stimulation. Juan's short naked
cock was held prisoner by Tara's hand. She worked it furiously.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The
only other thing that Victoria and Catherine may have found more
exciting was the prospect of wrestling strong capable women like Tara
and Emma. Also larger stronger males than their brother. Now this
seemed immanent as well now they had met the two English couples. A
fight with the Mike was appealing they had never fought a black man
before. Most of all they both wanted to wrestle Chris together in a
tag match, where they tagged and he didn't. They recognised Chris as
a kindred spirit with Juan. Chris was bigger and stronger than Juan.
However they both sensed that he liked to lose to women and they were
certainly ready to oblige him in that score.</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Well
Juan do you want to submit?", Tara asked him. "Or do you
want me to wank you some more?", she inquired. "I, I, I,
I, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH Santa Maria", Juan gasped as his
cock exploded. Sending spunk shooting into the air. "Oh dear to
late Juan, you left it to late to submit", Tara said. "No
I've won by a T.K.O", Tara announced. Tara let Juan go and he
collapsed onto the hot sand. Even though the hot sand was
uncomfortable against his skin Juan was too weak to move. Juan's
sensitive cock was pressed by his body weigh into the hot sand. He
writhed about helplessly unable to do anything about it. </span></span></span>
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">By
Friar http://www.battle-annals.co.uk copyright 1996</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This
is part of a longer story full version available from battle-annals
http:/www.battle-annals.co.uk Read more of the brutal sexy mixed and
female v female wrestling action match</span></span></span></p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><br />
</p>
<p lang="en-GB" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Friar_155</span></span></span></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-52429957547673531852021-02-06T03:39:00.004-08:002021-02-06T03:39:18.927-08:00The cover of Who's the Squirt Now, mixed wrestling and boxing, storybook from battle annals. http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/2.html<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJuHnLX1aS4_F2UdcA1pbpT07OGLZvTgDq7O55Z0WleZ2K7_niYzTGKjA8Z-zseotijgTzknxBt2D2vZ2YNsr58qeVe6AFF6-LEOxUEMdQGfjvYAoW-CRTbOcwW8H4VHzIm1-TTBdxb24/s1210/squirt+part+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1210" data-original-width="935" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJuHnLX1aS4_F2UdcA1pbpT07OGLZvTgDq7O55Z0WleZ2K7_niYzTGKjA8Z-zseotijgTzknxBt2D2vZ2YNsr58qeVe6AFF6-LEOxUEMdQGfjvYAoW-CRTbOcwW8H4VHzIm1-TTBdxb24/w284-h367/squirt+part+1.jpg" width="284" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Friarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13073200683257536753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261767201494276456.post-7793952915013584762021-02-06T03:36:00.004-08:002021-09-27T08:47:59.868-07:00Extract from the mixed wrestling story who's the squirt now from battle-annals http://www.battle-annals.co.uk/mixed-wrestling-stories-1-47/<p> </p><p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>WHO'S
THE SQUIRT NOW.</b></p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Roger Blake sat on the
train it was three o'clock in the afternoon he had been travelling
since breakfast time Roger was going to his grandmothers in North
Wales for the summer holidays. He was not looking forward to it he
had not been for years. Four years to be precise.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger was sixteen
years old. He had a strong and athletic body. His dark hair
complemented his light almost white skin. Roger was good looking, and
excelled at sports. God another hour before I change at Cardiff, he
thought to himself then another three to the nearest station. Then
another hour's bus ride. I only hope it's worth it he thought.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger could
remember saying to his mother as she waved good-bye to him on the
platform. "It will be Susan will be there. Susan being his
younger cousin a veritable brat and tomboy whom he had tormented and
bullied she was eleven when they last met. That meant she would be
fifteen now. Roger wondered what she was like. Perhaps it wouldn't be
so bad after all.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger finally
arrived at his Grans Farm house at 8.45 PM. She had a supper waiting
for him. His Gran talked to him all the time plying him with
questions about home. She didn't run the place as a farm anymore. It
was a holiday home she had converted the barn to take bed and
breakfast. "Roger", said his Gran, "Yes Gran",
Gran he replied. "The silly holiday company have double booked
me", she said. "So I have had to give your room, and
Susan's room to the other family", she added. "Which means
you will have to share the attic with Susan like you used to",
stated his Gran. "You don't mind do you", she asked. "Of
course not Gran", he answered. Susan's already gone to bed try
not to disturb her", said his Gran. "I won't", said
Roger carrying his case upstairs.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Susan wasn't
asleep. She was lying in bed reading a book. Roger put his case down
and took of his blazer. He then removed his shoes and socks when he
stood up to take his shirt off. He could see Susan watching him.
"Aren't you going to look the other way, or turn the light off",
he asked. "No", she replied as she continued to watch him.
Roger peeled his shirt off. He had no choice. He either had to go to
bed in his trousers. Or strip in front of Susan.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger removed
his black school trousers. He stood there in a pair of regulation
white school Y-fronts. "Like what you see", asked Roger
striking a pose for Susan. "Hmm not bad for a boy I suppose",
she said. "Think you can do better", challenged Roger.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Susan put down
her book pulled back the covers, and got out of bed. Roger gasped
Susan was naked save for a pair of navy blue sports knickers. Her
body although strong and muscular had all the female curves. Her
breasts were large, and taught. Roger's body quivered slightly as
Susan towered over him. He felt weak like a boy in front of a man in
his prime. "Well who's the Squirt now then", asked Susan.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "I'm
still stronger and I can still beat you any day", Roger
challenged. "Well lets see then I like a challenge",
replied Susan. "OK I'm ready when you are", snapped Roger.
"Right arm wrestling then we can use the bedside table",
said Susan. She then picked up the small table and placed it between
to two beds.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger sat one
side while Susan sat opposite him, with their knees touching
underneath. Susan slipped her knee between Roger's she then placed
her feet on top of his. They clasped each other's wrists, and locked
elbows on the table. Susan opened her knees spreading Rogers' until
they were pressed against the side of the bed. She looked into his
eyes and saw hesitation and fear. "Ready", she asked.
"Yes", replied Roger hoarsely.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "Well
before we start let's get the rules settled", said Susan. "If
you win, you get to do what you want with me", she stated.
"However if I win then you agree to be my wrestling practice
dummy", she said. "Practise dummy", asked Roger
puzzled. "I practise my wrestling hold on your body without you
resisting", replied Susan. "Agreed", Roger said, as
he, and Susan gripped each other's arms tensing their muscles.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Susan and
Roger struggled arms locked muscles bulging from the strain. Roger
pushed as hard as he could yet it was not enough to overcome Susan.
They were both soon sweating from the exertion. Susan could see
doubt in Roger’s eyes, and the first hint of defeat.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Susan let
Roger push her arm nearer the table, and then whipped it back to the
centre. She played with Roger like this for ten minutes letting him
think he was winning then stopping him dead. Roger's arm felt tired
he couldn't hold on much more. It began to shake with the strain.
Susan seeing her opponent was finished went for the kill.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> She looked
straight into Roger’s eyes as she slowly forced his arm flat to the
table. "See I win who's the Squirt now then", she asked.
Roger didn't answer he just pulled his arm away and held it, trying
to tease the cramp in it. "I'm the winner now to practise some
of my wrestling holds on your body Squirt", announced Susan.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">One end of the attic
was taken up by the two beds. The other had a large carpeted area
between two large wardrobes. "If you please", said Susan
indicating the centre of the carpet. Roger stood in the centre of the
carpet hands at his side. Susan stood next to him stretching her arm
muscles. Roger’s body shuddered slightly at the sight of Susan's
muscles. "Not afraid are you big boy", asked Susan. "Don't
worry I won't hurt you, no that's a lie I will hurt you", she
said smiling as Roger shivered in fear.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "Something
simple first an arm lock I think turn round", Susan said. Roger
turned round Susan took hold of his left arm, and bent it up high
behind his back. Roger gasped, and groaned. He cried out when Susan
bent his wrist back. Susan just continued to apply the hold harder,
and harder. Roger sunk to his knees as Susan worked his left arm over
like a professional.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Susan dropped
Rogers left arm, and then started on his right arm. With the cruel
hammerlock, and wrist bend she soon had Rogers face pressed into the
carpet shouting for release. "OK wimp that's enough stand up",
ordered Susan as she dropped Rogers aching arm.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger climbed to
his feet, "Arms above head", Susan barked. Roger lifted his
arms over his head. Susan took Roger in a full Nelson, locking her
fingers behind his neck. Then with her strong arms she viciously
applied the hold. Susan forced Roger down inch by inch until she was
grinding his nose into the carpet.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> She released Roger’s
body, and he dropped panting to the carpet. "What now oh I know
I've never done a surf board yet", said Susan. "Lay on your
belly", she ordered. Roger rolled over, and lay face down. Susan
picked up Roger’s legs, and pushed then towards his head so that
his calves pressed against the backs of his thighs she the knelt on
his legs from behind pinning them in place. Susan lent forwards and
took hold of Roger’s hands, and pulled his arms back.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger was now
suffering badly his legs were being pressed tight while his spine was
stretched painfully. "A perfect surf board if a do say so my
self", said Susan as she pulled, and pressed at the same time
drawing protests from Roger increasing the pressure on his back, and
legs.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> When she released
Roger his body was beaded with sweat. "Now I've softened up your
back I'll give you a Boston crab", announced Susan. Susan stood
astride his body facing his feet. She then took hold of Roger’s
legs, and pulled them back towards her as she sat on his shoulders.
Roger squealed as Susan pulled and pulled straining his already pain
filled back even more. By the time she had finished Roger was a
gibbering wreck.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Susan rolled him
onto his side, and locked his head in a choking figure four scissors.
She crushed his head till she felt Roger’s body go limp. She then
rolled him onto his back, and held him in a school boy pin. Susan
slapped Roger’s face to revive him. When Roger came to he found
Susan's face starring down into his she had him pinned helpless.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "How's it
feel to be the Squirt for a change", asked Susan. Roger did not
answer. Susan did not mind. "Don't worry you will get used to
it", she said as she got off him. They then both lay on top of
the beds to cool down.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "I enjoyed our
little tussle did you", asked Susan. "No I did not",
replied Roger indignantly. "Then why have you got an erection",
challenged Susan pointing to Rogers bulging Y-fronts. "Bet you
like girls beating you don't you", said Susan. "You beat me
at arm wrestling not fighting", barked Roger. "We will see
in the morning I never refuse a challenge", said Susan as she
the switched out the light.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Susan lay on her
bed, and listened to Roger's bed springs bouncing up and down, she
new what he was doing. "Don't worry Squirt tomorrow when I beat
you I will milk you myself. She then turned over and went to sleep.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> When they woke
up the next morning it was bright sunshine. Susan and Roger sat at
the breakfast table with one of the families staying as guests. They
had a daughter Debbie aged about thirteen. She was griping about
having to go on a shopping trip with them. Then her face brightened
as an idea came into her head. "I can buy a pair of speedos to
go swimming in", she said. "Boys swimming trunks you will
not", said her mother indignantly. "You will by a full
swim suit or a bikini young lady", stated her mother.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "She can
come swimming with us Mrs Browne, can't she Roger", said Susan.
"That's very kind of you Susan", answered Mrs Browne.
"Would you like that Debbie darling", asked Mrs Browne.
"Yes please mummy", answered Debbie excited. That's settled
then, let's have no more nonsense about boys’ swimming trunks",
stated Mrs Browne.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Debbie's face dropped,
and she went to with Debbie say something. She stopped when she saw
Susan wink at her. Debbie's parents departed after breakfast for
their shopping trip. "All back ready in ten minutes said Susan.
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<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">When Roger, and Susan
got back to the attic. Roger asked, "Why did you ask that girl
along". "I wanted her to come", replied Susan. "Come
where, where are we going", he quizzed. "To our old meeting
place the lake, that's where we are going", answered Susan. "You
challenged me to a fight remember", she added. "OK I
remember", said Roger. "I still don't know why you invited
the kid", he added. "As a witness so you can't deny I beat
you", stated Susan.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger stripped, and
dressed in a pair of very brier tight fitting black speedos and wore
some white nylon unlined football shorts over them. The shorts were
almost transparent with his black trunks clearly visible underneath
them. He then put on a blue cotton vest, and a pair of black
plimsolls.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Susan dressed
herself in a brief red Bikini, and white plimsolls. They met Debbie
outside the farm house. She was standing waiting for them. Debbie had
a green full length bathing suit on, with sandals on her feet.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> The day was hot,
and sunny there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a two mile walk to
the lake across fields, and foot paths. They were all hot and sweaty
when they arrived so they decided to cool off in the lake. After a
quick swim they lay in the grass beside the lake to sun bathe.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> After about
twenty minutes in which time no-one spoke. Susan sat up. "What
about our fight then Roger", she asked. "What in front of
the kid", said Roger. "Her name is Debbie", stated
Susan.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">"Your not afraid
of losing in front of her are you", asked Susan. "No I'm
not", replied Roger indignantly. "Then let's get on with
it", said Susan.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "Are you two
going to fight each other", asked Debbie. "Yes we are, and
we are going to fight all in no holds barred", replied Samantha.
"I'm going to show you how much stronger girls are than a boys
and how easy they are to beat", said Susan. "Great can I
watch", asked Debbie in an excited voice. "No",
replied Roger. "Yes", said Susan correcting him.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "Which
one of us do you think is the strongest", asked Susan. As she
stood up, and posed flexing her muscles. Roger got up, and stood next
to Susan flexing his muscles. "You are Susan your muscles are
much bigger than poor Roger’s", stated Debbie.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger looked at
Susan's strong muscular body that dwarfed his own. His tiny tight
speedos only made him look even smaller beside Susan. He wondered
what he was letting himself in for. His body shuddered slightly, as
he considered losing to Susan in front of Debbie.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger and Susan
circled round looking for an opening in each others' defence. Susan
jumped on Roger knocking him to the ground, and crashing down heavily
on him. They rolled around on the ground. With Susan mainly on top,
ending up with Susan sat astride Roger's chest. She pushed down
attempting to pin his arms to the ground. Roger fought back
desperately, but could not stop Susan's stronger superior muscles
from over coming his own.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Susan had
Roger's arms pinned flat to the ground above his head. "Got you
now Squirt", said Susan. "She's got you now Squirt",
repeated Debbie excitedly. Roger struggled furiously but couldn't
shake Susan off him. The more he struggled the weaker he got, until
exhausted Roger just lay still. Susan sensing that Roger was
exhausted started to bounce up, and down on his chest. Roger just
gasped as Susan drove the wind out of him bouncing on his chest.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "Ready to
submit yet", asked Susan. "No", he gasped in reply.
Susan's response was to continue jumping up, and down on his chest.
Roger's pale face stared up into Susan's his eyes pleading for mercy.
"Submit now", asked Susan. Roger nodded. "I can't here
you", stated Susan. "I submit", croaked Roger weakly.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> "You won
well done", said Debbie excitedly. "Thank you", said
Susan. "That's one nil to me", she said to Roger. "Your
going to continue", asked Debbie. "Of course", replied
Susan. "It's the best off three", she added. "Oh
please win I'd love to see you beat the pants off him", sated
Debbie. "A novel idea but I think I'll beat the speedos off him
instead", said Susan. "When I win you can have his
speedos", she added. Debbie jumped up and down in excitement.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger angry
sprang at Susan, and caught her wrong footed. As he crashed into
Susan, he knocked her to the ground. Susan gasped as she hit the
ground. Roger fell on top of her, driving his knee into her stomach.
Susan was momentarily winded, and could not move. Roger slid on to
her should attempting the school boy pin.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Susan was still
short of breath. She realised she had to act quickly or be trapped
under Roger. Susan locked arms with Roger a struggled ensued. Roger
kept trying to press Susan's arms to the ground. She somehow managed
to keep her arms and shoulders off the ground. She began to kick, and
wriggle hoping to unseat Roger.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Roger was finding it
more difficult to stay on top of Susan as she wriggled and kicked in
a tremendous show of strength Susan arched her back in a bridge
unseating Roger from his potentially wining position. Roger tried to
crawl away, but like lightning Susan was after him. She grabbed him
round the neck, and got him in a headlock. Susan twisted Roger’s
violently left and right. Drawing muffled curses from him as she
strained his neck muscles.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Susan forced
Roger's head to the floor, still in the headlock. She pressed his
face hard into the soft mud. Rubbing it well in. Susan then released
Roger from the headlock. When he got up his face was covered in mud.
Susan could see through the patches of mud that Roger's face was
flushed and excited. "Come on Squirt you’re just a wimp fight
me", sneered Susan.</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger very angry
and embarrassed did just that. He stepped in close up to Susan, and
delivered a right fist to her stomach followed by a left to her chin.
To Roger’s amazement, his fist bounced off Susan's hard stomach
muscles. The left to Susan's chin did not even make her flinch. "Is
that the best you can do Squirt", said Susan. As she sank her
right fist into Rogers belly. Her fist disappeared into Roger’s
guts. Roger doubled with a, "OOF", and a great out rush of
air. A left uppercut to his chin sent Roger flying onto his back.
"That's how to punch an opponent out", said Susan smiling
down at Roger's shuddering body.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger got
slowly to his feet, only to take a right fist to his jaw which sent
him sprawling across the mud, and into the lake, with a splash.
Before he could get up Susan was on him. The water Roger had fallen
in was about six inches deep. Susan forced him down into the water
pushing his head under. Although Roger fought desperately to free
himself Susan still held him under the water.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger held his
breath as long as he could but with his lungs burning from lack of
oxygen. He new he would soon open his mouth and swallow the muddy
water of the lake. Suddenly Susan let Roger's head clear of the
water. Roger gasped in a lung full of air before being pressed back
under the water. Roger did not struggle he had no strength left to do
so. Roger fought to hold his breath again. He was sure Susan held him
under even longer this time.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Just as he thought
he would pass out. Susan let him up for another gasp of air. Under he
went again to be held there helpless again. Susan let him up quicker
this time. "Ready to submit yet", she asked. When Roger
shook his head, Susan pushed him under again. When she finally let
him up again. Roger was in no mood to argue, and signalled his
submission.
</p>
<p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"> Roger crawled out
of the water a collapsed on the wet mud panting, and gasping. Susan
knelt down beside him, and peeled off his speedos. Roger was too weak
to resist. Anyhow he had agreed to the bet, if he lost then Debbie
could have his speedos. Debbie giggled when she saw Roger's naked
body. She was excited by the battle she had witnessed. Debbie had
never seen a girl beat a boy and strip him naked before. To cap it
all she now had Roger's speedos.</p>
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<p align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>By
Friar FFF PO Box </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>37132 5307 Cyprus</b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><b>. Copyright 1994</b></span><b>.</b></p>
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