Here's another sexy story by Marie from the old board, which was lost when it crashed - prompted by a recent posting of Marie - wink!
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Kayla
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JENN VS MARIE AT THE BEACH
By MarieB
Jenn Peccavi stood on the beach, eyeing her opponent who stood a few feet away. She thought:
“Fighting Marie is a no-win situation. I’m a half-foot taller than her and outweigh her by 45 pounds. If I beat her, people are going to think that all I did was beat a little girl. On the other hand, losing to her would be a disaster of epic proportions. Folks would be laughing at me for months for being defeated by such a runt. In our first fight, I beat her but had plenty of trouble doing it. Her speed and determination were incredible and she showed no fear. Fortunately, we had that fight in a library so there was no one to see it.
For this fight, we agreed to meet on the beach and there were twenty people in attendance, half of them being my friends and half hers. We both wore two-piece bathing suits that stressed the differences in our physiques. I am of medium height and my body possesses a fleshiness that makes me appear to be out of condition. In fact, I am a little heavy, but I’m in much better physical shape than I seem to be. This illusion has helped me win several catfights in which my opponent assumed I’d be soft, slow and easily winded. But I know I’m not in the kind of shape that Marie is.
My plan is to keep Marie directly in front of me, trap her with grabbing tactics, and then punch her lights out. I won the first fight and I’ll win this one, too.”
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Marie was standing a short distance away and, in the moments before the fight began, was thinking about her opponent:
“Last time we fought, I misjudged Jenn. I knew she was strong and formidable; in much better shape than she looked. Still, my basic fight plan was flawed. At no point in that fight should I have been standing directly in front of Jenn. Rather than allowing myself to be in positions in which she could throw straight punches or slaps at me, I should have been moving around constantly. Instead of standing before her with my entire body facing hers, I should have been showing her angles; moving side-to-side, in-and-out, backward-and-forward. I’ll get it right this time….she will never be able to get a clear, solid shot at me. She has three times my physical strength, but she can’t possibly match me in stamina. I’ll keep moving around her until she’s worn out and dizzy, and I'll keep taking potshots whenever I can.
If I do all this, I‘m going to win this fight, I just know it.
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As they started, Jenn approached Marie slowly, figuring that the smaller girl wanted to take her down to the sand and trap her with her powerful gymnasts’ legs. Marie, however, anticipated this and had a strategy that was quite different. In the first fight, Marie had learned that Jenn was still dangerous on the floor; her punches were still powerful and she had the strength to break Marie’s holds and toss the smaller girl away from her. Marie determined to stay upright and hit Jenn with arm and leg shots in order to weaken her and tire her out.
Jenn was surprised when Marie came directly toward her, not going for the bigger girl’s legs at all. Marie came in turned at a 45-degree angle to Jenn, who was puzzled by the tactic. When the larger girl threw a powerful right-hand punch in an effort to end this contest quickly, Marie turned slightly to the left and the punch sailed over Marie’s left shoulder. Jenn tried a left and Marie countered it with a move in the opposite direction. Marie was reminded of the Karate Kid movie in which the “drum” technique was used in this manner. This “don’t be there when the punch arrives” tactic was working.
Jenn must have remembered the movie, too, because a snarl came to her lips when she realized what Marie was doing. With no hesitation, Jenn leaped forward with both hands outstretched and landed a jolting openhanded blow on Marie’s shoulders. The smaller girl went down to the ground. Thinking quickly, Marie allowed the backward momentum of her body to propel her into a reverse somersault that brought her swiftly back to her feet. She was up just in time to slam a knee into the stomach of the charging Jenn, who thought she would be getting a free shot while Marie was rising to her feet. Instead, the knee doubled over the shocked Jenn, allowing Marie to deliver three rapid-fire front kicks to Jenn’s crotch. WHAP!…WHAP!…WHAP!
The blows to Jenn’s unprotected cxnt stopped her in her tracks. She held her crotch while looking at her feet. Marie knew she couldn’t give Jenn time to recover, so she threw a quick one-two combination at the bigger girl’s head. Both shots landed solidly, the first on the cheekbone and the second on the temple.
With a moment’s lull in the action, Jenn discovered that she wasn’t hurt despite the solidness of the blows. She felt them, of course, but she was not rocked in the slightest. It proved in her own mind that Marie could hit her but not hurt her.
Jenn’s spirits rose and she resumed her quest to defeat her opponent. Jenn raised both fists and stalked Marie. She noticed that the smaller girl was still presenting herself in angled positions rather than directly facing her. Jenn measured the distance and threw a solid right hand.…and it landed in a spot that Marie had vacated a split second before. Jenn threw a left at Marie’s stomach that landed, but only as a glancing blow as the smaller girl easily moved away. Jenn looked at Marie and was annoyed to see a small grin appear on her face. A little angry now, Jenn took a long step forward and threw a lunging right hand at Marie’s head. The tiny girl easily stepped to her right and saw that Jenn’s hard thrust had exposed the left side of her body. Marie whirled into the opening created by Jenn’s forward motion and threw the hardest right-handed punch she was capable of. It landed flush on the eyebrow of Jenn’s right eye and drew a spurt of blood that spattered on the sand.
The punch hadn’t really hurt Jenn, which was a surprise given how hard it was thrown. As Jenn suspected earlier, Marie’s tiny body didn’t have punching power sufficient to hurt her. But Jenn realized that she couldn’t let Marie keep pot-shotting her like that because even the punches of a tiny opponent would eventually take their toll. Jenn recognized that she had to start landing shots on Marie or face the prospect of getting tired and possibly even losing this fight.
Jenn gazed at the twenty people watching the fight. The ten who were on Marie’s side were grinning nervously, as though they were happy with what their friend had accomplished thus far, but fearful of what would happen if the big girl got Marie in her grasp. The ten people rooting for Jenn were decidedly nervous by what they had seen to this point. They were yelling:
“Come on Jenn, wrestle the little bitch to the sand and sit on her!”
Jenn thought this was a good idea. She started stalking Marie again, looking to grab hold of her. Jenn feinted with her left hand and as Marie stepped aside, Jenn lunged with her right hand and caught Marie by her left arm. Yanking hard to the side and down, Jenn expected Marie to be thrown to the ground. But the smaller girl’s gymnastics experiences had given her great balance and Marie merely staggered a couple of steps to her left. She recovered instantly and attacked the off-balance Jenn, smacking a left-right combination to the bigger girl’s mouth. This time, the punches rocked Jenn. For a moment, she saw stars and stepped away from Marie….the big girls’ first movement backward in this fight. Marie moved forward in an effort to attack while Jenn was dazed, then thought better of it at the last second. It was a good decision, as the larger girl was launching a powerful punch as she saw Marie advancing. The roundhouse blow whooshed by Marie’s exposed jaw and left Jenn wide open for a counter. Marie swiftly threw a straight right hand that thumped Jenn on the forehead, and a chopping left uppercut that smashed against the point of the bigger girl’s jaw. Jenn staggered several steps to the side; this time she was hurt.
She was faintly aware that Marie’s people were yelling hysterically and her eyes searched for Marie. The smaller girl was looking to do major damage but was smart enough to avoid walking straight into Jenn’s superior power. When Marie saw the bigger girl glance to her left, she came in on Jenn’s exposed right side. Marie launched a knee directly into Jenn’s crotch. When Jenn bent forward, she cracked the same knee against Jenn’s vulnerable jaw. When the larger girl stood up straight again, Marie drew back her tiny fist and threw her absolute Sunday-best haymaker punch to Jenn’s nose. The big girl went down. Her legs simply couldn’t hold her anymore. She sat on the sand, her eyes open but unfocused, blood pouring from her eye and nose.
The crowd watching the fight screamed their pleasure/displeasure. No one could believe that they were seeing mighty Jenn punched to the ground by the tiny girl. Marie’s people were shouting with joy, while Jenn’s fans were yelling for her to get up.
Marie was gleeful at what she had accomplished, and it was this over-excitement that caused her to make strategic mistakes. She should have continued taking potshots at the bigger girl while she was down. She should have kept her distance and not try to overpower Jenn. Instead, Marie jumped on Jenn, straddled her and tried to pin her shoulders to the ground. Jenn, though dazed, was still very strong and simply pushed Marie off her. Before the larger girl could even begin to rise, Marie had jumped on her again, using her knees to try to pin Jenn's arms. This time, Jenn grabbed Marie by the waist and flung her away. The smaller girl traveled five feet in the air before landing. Unhurt, but getting frantic, Marie leaped onto Jenn’s prone body again and attempted to wrap her legs around the bigger girl’s head. This time, Jenn placed her hands under Marie’s thighs and pushed, flinging the tiny girl away and into a backward somersault. Marie tried over and over to immobilize Jenn’s body while on the ground but she couldn’t hold her. Jenn, for her part, wasn’t able to get up and mount her own offense. Both girls were tiring.
Marie finally got the message and ran back to Jenn again, this time looking to attack from a standing position. It was the correct strategy, but it came too late. The previous few minutes had allowed Jenn to regain her composure and clear her head. Marie, standing directly over Jenn, stomped the bigger girl’s tit and face. It hurt Jenn, but when Marie aimed another kick at Jenn’s chest, the larger girl caught hold of Marie’s foot and held it tight. Marie, kicking frantically to free herself, made a misstep and found her other foot slipping in the sand. She fell and wound up flat on her back. As Marie lay there, Jenn’s right hand snaked out and grabbed Marie by the crotch. She squeezed harder and harder. Marie shrieked in pain and tried to free herself, but Jenn tightened her hold as she rose to her knees. The smaller girl was kicking and screaming but couldn’t get free. Soon, Jenn was kneeling alongside Marie; her hand still firmly clamped on the little girl’s cxnt.
As the crowd watched in amazement, Jenn began to stand up, still with a death grip on Marie’s crotch. Her strength was awe-inspiring as she slowly brought Marie’s prone body off the ground. One foot above the sand….then two feet….then three. As Marie hung suspended in the air, the pain from the crotch-lock was paralyzing her arms and legs; the tiny girl was unable to kick or flail. Marie’s mouth hung open in a soundless scream…she couldn’t find her voice because of the vise grip on her crotch. The smaller girl’s eyes were tightly shut against the extreme agony.
Jenn could see her opponent’s will to fight dissipating and she yelled with joy; “We’re playing Pussy Pick-up. Hey Marie, how do you like playing Pussy Pick-up? You fuckin' bitch!”
Soon, the strain of this hold was starting to weigh on Jenn. It took all her will to maintain it in an effort to make Marie submit. But when Jenn looked at her opponent’s face, she realized that Marie couldn’t speak, and therefore couldn’t give up.
Jenn grabbed Marie’s bathing suit at the chest with her other hand and, with a tremendous heave, hoisted Marie over her head and onto her shoulders. Now, Jenn had the small girl in a backbreaker. Marie’s ass lay across the back of Jenn’s shoulders. Jenn held Marie’s right leg with her left hand and held Marie’s chin with her right hand. Then, Jenn bent Marie down at both ends, causing the girl tremendous agony. The pain allowed Marie to finally find her voice, which she used to beg for mercy. She whimpered and sobbed for the big girl to release her…… and Jenn, ever obliging, lifted Marie back over her head and threw the girl down to the sand with a thudding body slam.
As she watched Marie crying and wailing on the sand, Jenn thought:
“The little bitch is finished. I don’t have to do anything else.”
Then, with a shrug and a smile, she lifted Marie by one arm and stood her up to face her conqueror. Through tear-filled eyes, Marie begged;
“Please Jenn, no more, please, please, please. You’ve beaten me. I’ll never bother you again. I’ll do anything you want….just please don’t hit me again. I can’t take any more. Please.”
“Well,” smiled Jenn, “I think a few more shots would be icing on the cake.”
With that, she grabbed the girl by the throat with one hand and issued three pounding slaps across Marie’s face that had the small girl shrieking with pain, followed by one tremendous punch to her mouth that sent Marie sprawling head over heels to her stomach on the sand.
“No more,” sobbed Marie. “Please Jenn, no more. You win. You’ve beaten me again.”
“Marie,” said Jenn triumphantly, “Why don’t you just crawl over to me on your belly.”
Without a word of protest, Marie did just that, squirming and slithering on her stomach over to the bigger girl. She gently and worshipfully wound her hands around Jenn’s feet.
“Now, kiss my feet,” said Jenn regally.
Marie began covering Jenn’s feet with soft kisses. Jenn found it a rather sensuous experience, with Marie’s tears falling on her feet even as her lips kissed them. She let this go on for almost five minutes. During that time, Jenn studied the faces of the people watching the match. Her own side wasn’t cheering wildly, as one might have expected. Instead, they were watching reverently as the loser was forced to humble herself before the victor. They couldn’t tear their eyes from the sight of Marie’s lips kissing Jenn’s feet.
Marie’s people showed faces that had a mixture of dismay and disappointment. They felt that their girl had been close to victory…..and how they would have celebrated had the tiny girl been able to beat the larger one.
When Jenn decided that enough was enough, she ordered Marie to lie face down in the sand. Then, not deigning to soil her hands, Jenn started kicking sand onto Marie’s still body…..a great quantity of it.
When she was finished, all anyone could see was a mound of sand.
You couldn’t even tell that a person was hidden there.
