Dream Girl vs. Young Wife: The Ringer
By: Supporturgoddess
The sight of a beautiful dream girl locked in all-out, body-to-body combat with a pretty, young wife might be the dream of countless men, but how many men get to watch it happen twice?
Wayne P. Harrison married his high school sweetheart, Barbara Pepper, only a few years after graduation. Though Barbara was the prettiest girl Wayne ever dated, she was not his first choice. During his school years, Wayne had been head-over-heels in love with a golden-tanned, sandy blond-haired girl next door named Laura O’Malley. Wayne went out with Laura a couple of times. Oddly, Wayne’s attention to the young girl led to their breakup. The more he fawned over her, the more unreachable she became. All the attention he gave her caused other guys to take notice. As her popularity rose, his chances with her fell. She eventually turned to using him to make other boys jealous. Manipulated and heartbroken, Wayne slinked away with a bruised ego and a crushed spirit. Wayne ended up with Barbara. After graduation, Laura moved away to attend college.
Though both Laura and Barbara were pretty, only a few girls Wayne went to school with were true goddesses. At the top of that list was a shapely, angel-faced cheerleader with hip-length, chestnut-brown hair named Kim Petrowski. Aside from her movie star good looks, the young beauty had learned at a very early age that she liked boys, and that they in turn liked her…a lot. She also liked to express her feelings in physical ways. You get the idea.
Despite her popularity with the boys in her class, she struggled in school. When a teacher asked Wayne to tutor Kim, he jumped at the chance. Knowing she was hopelessly out of his league, Wayne never made a play for her. She appreciated having one boy as a friend, a boy who wouldn’t try to jump all over her. The two grew close. He helped her graduate. She promised that one day she would repay him, but she too moved away after high school. He thought he might never see her again.
Wayne married Barbara. They had a fairly happy life together, but there was one subject sure to make Barbara lose control. She grew furious if Wayne dared even mention Laura’s name. The proud brunette knew she was a poor substitute for Laura and was intensely jealous of her. Trying to hold onto her pride, Barbara routinely boasted she could break every bone in Laura’s body, and would, if she ever made a play for Wayne. Barbara even claimed to have challenged Laura to a fight just before graduation. Barbara insisted Laura backed down, afraid. Wayne knew better. He was quite sure Laura could tie his thin, pale wife up in knots, but he never said anything about it.
One day Wayne came home from work and found that an old friend, Dwight Ross, had invited him to attend the opening of his new sports bar. Dwayne explained that all the old gang was coming in from across the country to join the party. Everyone was coming…including Laura O’Malley, who, It seemed, was recently divorced.
At first Wayne’s heart soared, but then he remembered the way Laura had used and humiliated him. She had practically laughed in his face, letting everyone know she thought she was too good for him. Wayne also had his wife to worry about. Barbara hated Laura. She was sure to make some crude comment. Laura wouldn’t let it go. They would surely fight. Wayne couldn’t deny savoring the idea of someone knocking Laura off her pedestal, but he knew Barbara wasn’t woman enough to do it. Laura would stomp Barbara into the dirt and then laugh in Wayne’s face for having tried to replace her with such a loser. Wayne could imagine Laura standing over his unconscious wife, laughing because he couldn’t get a woman in her league.
Wayne was about to turn down the invitation, when a wicked idea entered his mind. He called Kim Petrowski. After considerable pleading, Kim agreed to his plan. The party was to be held hundreds of miles away. None of the old gang knew of either of their marital histories. Kim would attend the party in Barbara’s place! They would say they were in a “serious relationship”. Wayne could then sit back and watch Laura eat her heart out at the site of Wayne walking around with goddess Kim Petrowski on his arm!
Wayne worked hard to keep the party from Barbara. He made up an excuse so he could be gone for the weekend, claiming he had to go on a “business trip”.
The night finally arrived. Dwight had decided to throw a private party for his old friends one night before his bar officially opened. The whole crowd turned and stared, as Wayne entered with the gorgeous Miss Petrowski on his arm. Dwight had insisted on having a very informal affair, asking his friends to dress as though they were attending a ball game instead of a party. Kim’s tiny, red shorts and shoulderless top revealed just how stunning she was. The crowd seemed to part. There stood Laura O’Malley, sipping a drink. Laura’s brown eyes grew wide in shock. Her jaw dropped. Terribly shaken to see Wayne with such a beautiful woman, Laura had to excuse herself. At first Wayne thought he had won, but after a few minutes, Laura returned, ready for battle. So, he thought he could make HER jealous? Ha! She would make HIM jealous instead!
At first, Wayne had the edge. He was amused by Laura’s attempts to make him jealous. This wasn’t high school. Laura’s attempts to flirt with other men in front of him were rebuffed. Jealous wives didn’t appreciate her actions! She switched tactics. She found every excuse to bend over, stretch out, or otherwise display her still-impressive form. She knew he wanted her. Kim, however, knew what Laura was doing. She decided to come to her old pal’s rescue, by beating Laura at her own game. She took every opportunity to stand next to Laura, posing in similar positions, demanding a comparison. Laura was pretty, but hopelessly outmatched. Laura’s golden legs and skin-tight, white shorts were almost a match for Kim’s own, but Laura’s relatively flat chest paled compared to Kim’s amazing breasts. Boiling mad and embarrassed, Laura backed down, admitting defeat.
Finally, when Kim went to the bathroom, Laura boldly made her move. She sidled up to Wayne. “Kim Petrowski, huh? I knew you liked science fiction, but isn’t that going where every man has gone before?”
Wayne forced himself to smile. “Well, she was the most popular girl in our school. She was head cheerleader and prom queen. You went out for cheerleader. Too bad you didn’t make the squad. I guess you’re still bitter about getting the fewest votes for prom queen too, huh?”
Laura’s brown eyes burned. “I didn’t make the squad because I refused to jiggle everything I have in front of the school!”
Smiling viciously, Wayne teased, “Oh, we all saw you try out. You showed off all you had. Too bad Kim and the other girls had so much more!”
Kim returned. Thinking Wayne was in trouble, she started to pull him away.
Laura yanked him back. “Excuse me! We’re not through talking!”
“You’re excused,” Kim said, brushing bangs out of her eyes. “Now go away. He’s my guy, not yours.”
Realizing more and more people were watching, Laura grumbled, “He’s only yours because I didn’t want him. If he ever had a choice between us….”
Kim laughed in Laura’s face. “Ha! Laura O’Malley, there’s not a guy on Earth I couldn’t take from you!”
The crowd giggled. Laura’s face turned red.
Satisfied, Kim took Wayne’s hand, leading him toward the door.
Unable to stand such humiliating defeat, Laura marched up behind Kim, put her palm between Kim’s shoulder blades, and shoved Kim against the wall.
From the crowd came “ooh!”
Kim spun. “Oh, you did NOT just do that!”
“Oh, I think I did.” Laura kicked off her tennis shoes, standing barefoot.
The crowd backed up, forming a circle around the women. Wayne’s heart pounded. This was NOT what he wanted! Kim was far more beautiful, but Wayne was sure Laura was too much for Kim toe-to-toe. The last thing he wanted was for Laura to beat up the girl he only brought in order to show up Laura! Unfortunately, Laura kept pushing Kim until Kim wouldn’t back down. They stood nose-to-nose. Laura’s shoulder-length, sandy-blond hair bounced. Kim’s shimmering, hip-length, chestnut-brown hair swayed. They exchanged a few ugly remarks.
Smack! Laura slapped Kim, hard. The fight was on!
A little unsure of themselves, they began with pushing and shoving. After a few tentative lock-ups, they worked their fingers together in a hand-to-hand clench. They struggled, trying to force each other back. They lowered until their breasts were on their folded legs. Each had the other in a headlock, and neither would let go. They growled, straining, until Kim suddenly overcame Laura, rolling her down and mounting her. Laura kicked madly, knocking Kim off.
They women leapt up. Laura grabbed Kim’s long hair, spinning Kim by her hair and sending her face-first into the wall. The crowd gasped. Kim staggered back. Laura slapped Kim flat in the mouth, sending her flying down over a pool table. Laura mounted her, scratching, choking, and hitting Kim. She ripped Kim’s red top off, revealing a black bra barely able to hold back Kim’s impressive breasts. Kim kicked madly, sending her sandals flying off and smashing a row of liquor bottles. Kim slammed the bottom of her now bare foot flat into Laura’s face. Laura fell to the floor, stunned. Kim gasped for breath, but got up. Laura rose. They traded windmill fists, hammering each other. They switched to driving fists deep into each other’s bellies. Kim doubled Laura over. Laura’s thighs quaked. Holding her belly, she tried to back off. Kim spun her back and slapped her lips. Laura collapsed at Kim’s feet. The sandy-blond looked up, hand over her mouth, tears rushing to her eyes.
“That’s enough!” One of Laura’s old friends stepped up. “You’re…trashing Dwight’s bar!”
“I have an idea,” a guy said. “Dwight has an empty storage room downstairs. If they really want to prove who’s better, they can fight there! If either backs down, we’ll know who ran scared!”
Wayne could see the look in Laura’s huge eyes. She wanted to quit and call it a tie. Kim, however, said, “Fine! Let’s go!”
Kim turned and descended a short flight of stairs. Laura followed. As Kim neared the bottom, Laura charged, attacking her from behind. Screeching, Kim toppled down the stairs and into the room. Laura ran to her, but Kim mule-kicked her foot back into Laura’s gut. Laura fell. They came up, struggling. Their feet squeaked, leaving footprints on the cold floor. Step-by-step, Kim overpowered Laura, shoving her against the wall. Wayne was shocked to see Laura’s legs so easily outmatched! Kim drove her knee to Laura’s tummy. Laura doubled completely over. Kim drew back and slammed her fist into Laura’s face. Laura crashed down over backwards. Kim sat on Laura, slapping her silly.
“Get up and fight, O’Malley! Get up and fight!”
Laura looked up in tears and saw Wayne watching her lose. Humiliated, she kicked madly, forcing Kim to back off. Laura leapt up and charged Kim. The two slapped wildly then clenched, spinning each other around, pulling hair and scratching.
Laura planted her feet to push Kim back, but Kim fought back. To Wayne’s astonishment, Kim’s legs proved completely superior. She rammed Laura hard against the wall.
“UUUGHHN!”
Kim threw Laura down, tearing her white shirt off to reveal her plain, white bra. She dived on her. Laura fought back. They rolled in an all-out, body-to-body battle. Kim’s body proved undeniably superior to Laura’s. Kim pinned Laura. Laura strained until she shouted, but Kim held Laura’s wrists firmly to the floor. Laura looked up at Wayne, humbled and shamed. Kim could have held her down for dozens of three counts, but this was no wrestling match. Not strong enough to power out, Laura turned and bit Kim’s fingers. Kim yelled, letting go.
The furious women leapt up flailing madly. Kim proved far too good. Laura spun under punches. Everywhere she turned, she took a fist. A punch to Laura’s nose floored her. Laura lie motionless on her front, nose and lip slightly bloodied. Kim took Laura by her ankle and dragged her in front of Wayne. Kim sat Laura up, knelt behind her, and wrapped her arms around Laura’s to put her in a full nelson. Laura sat helplessly, legs wide apart, sobbing, looking up at Wayne. Kim sat back, pulling Laura’s arms back while digging her heel between Laura’s shoulder blades. Kim worked her hard, forcing red-faced Laura to scream.
Kim demanded, “Beg for my mercy, loser! Tell him who the better woman is!”
Pride on the ropes, Laura cried, “N-o-o-o-o-o!”
Kim punished Laura, but Laura still refused to admit defeat.
Kim wrapped her thighs around Laura’s waist, crushing Laura’s belly while keeping her arms pinned helplessly back.
Laura cried, “A-hhhhhh!”
Kim kept torturing her. Laura listened to Kim Mock her, all the while forced to look straight into the face of the boy she had once claimed to be too good for.
Finally, Laura cried, “I can’t take anymore! Stop! Oh please, I’m begging yo-o-o-o-ou!”
Kim sneered. “Say it!”
Laura looked directly into Wayne’s eyes, burst into tears, and cried, “Kim’s a better woman than me-e-e-e-! I-I-I’m a loser! Now please, m-e-r-c-y! I give u-u-u-p! Make it s-t-o-o-op!”
The crowd roared.
Kim stood over the cowering blonde for a moment, and then marched upstairs. The crowd followed, leaving Laura humbled, sobbing and beaten on the floor of the basement.
After a few minutes, Laura looked up in tears, hearing someone coming down the stairs. Wayne looked down at his humbled dream girl and finally saw her as she really was. She was still pretty, but she was not nor had she ever been perfect. She was no goddess. She was merely a woman. Somehow, that only made her more attractive to him.
Laura looked up, one eye swelling shut. “S-So you’ve come back to gloat? Go on! I’ll never be able to show my face around these people again! You got what you wanted.
“Why do you hate me so much? Why did you have to do this to me?”
“You know why.”
Laura shook her head. “I was just a kid! No one ever used to pay attention to me. When they did, maybe I let it go to my head. I didn’t hurt you on purpose, but this, this was planned. Why did you have to do this to me?”
“I didn’t do it. You attacked Kim. Why?”
After a long silence, Laura admitted, “I was jealous! I couldn’t stand seeing you with her. I…I came here because I knew you would come. I hoped we might…. Oh, well, I see how stupid I was. I can’t compete with that bitch. You won. You’ve left me humbled and in shame. You got everything you ever wanted.”
She was right. His victory was complete. He turned around. All he had to do was walk back upstairs…and yet…he just couldn’t do it to her. He really had loved her, once. He sat down by her side, and told her the truth. He admitted Kim was a ringer meant to make her jealous. He told her about Barbara.
Laura shook her head. “You can do w-a-y better than Barbara Pepper!”
They forgave each other. They talked for hours. A relationship began.
***
Over the next few months, Wayne continued to have clandestine meetings with Laura. His excuses to his wife grew painfully transparent. Barbara knew her husband was doing something behind her back. She merely needed to find out what he was doing and with whom. Barbara fought back against her unknown enemy the only way she could, turning up her feminine charms in an attempt to keep Wayne home with her. She held nothing back in their bedroom. Before long, Wayne was making excuses to Laura, wondering if he had made a mistake to begin their affair. Laura was still the woman of his dreams, but he felt both pity and loyalty to his wife. Barbara surely couldn’t even begin to compete with Laura, but he had married her. He lacked the strength to fight for what he really wanted.
Then one night, the doorbell rang. Wayne answered. To his shock and terror, he came face-to-face with his mistress, Laura.
“Are you crazy? My wife’s here!”
“I know,” Laura said. “That’s why I’m here! It’s time to settle this, once and for all.”
Barbara came down stairs in a dark blue robe. Instead of looking shocked or furious, she merely gave Laura a sneer.
Barbara said, “Don’t look so surprised, Wayne. I’m not stupid! Did you really think you could hide your affair? I have friends, too. They told me how you showed up at Dwight’s party claiming Kim Petrowski was your girlfriend. I know all about your fling with Miss Piggy, here. I should be furious, but you’re so stupid I actually feel sorry for you! Laura’s always been a manipulating bitch! She went around high school with an angel’s face, but then squeezed into tiny shorts and showed off in front of any guy who’d look at her pear-shaped body! I’ll bet you didn’t know she’s on her fourth husband, did you? She hooks up with any guy who’ll pay the bills. When they finally wise up and toss her out on her fat ass, she moves on, looking for her next meal ticket. You’re next on her list! She’s using you, stupid!”
Laura insisted, “She’s a lying bitch! Look at me, Wayne! I could have anyone! If I didn’t really want you, would I come here, to do this?”
Wayne swallowed. “What exactly are you here to do?”
Laura dropped her raincoat, revealing a bright yellow bikini. Instantly, Barbara dropped her robe, revealing her brilliant blue bikini.
“We’re here to fight over you,” Barbara said. “It had to come to this. I called up your dream girl and challenged her to fight me. If she loses, she leaves town. If I lose…I’ll give you a no-fault divorce. You can have her.” Her eyes narrowed. “When you watch with your own eyes as I beat her up, you’ll finally have to admit she was never half the woman you made her out to be!”
Laura slipped out of her flip flops. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll mop the floor with her, and then we can be together. Sit back and enjoy it. From the look of her, this won’t even take long.”
Sizing them up, Wayne had to agree with his mistress. The golden blonde would tear the pasty-white brunette apart!
Wayne’s heart pounded, as Barbara stepped out of her slippers and got in Laura’s face.
“He’s been choosing to stay home, with me! I’ve already beaten you in the bedroom, O’Malley. Now I’m going to kick your double wide ass!”
Laura shook her head, growling, “I’m going to hurt you so bad….”
There was nothing left to say. Wayne’s wife faced off against his dream girl. Barbara stood 5’1” tall and weighed about 105 lbs. Her brown hair fell to her shoulder blades. To Wayne’s left stood his dream girl, Laura, at 5’4” and about 125 lbs. Her sandy blond hair bounced on her wide shoulders. Laura’s big, brown eyes were blazing. Barbara brushed back hair.
The women walked together. After a few shoves, they slowly worked their fingers together for a schoolyard mercy match. Hands locked, they began a test of strength. Staring eye-to-eye, each had pride on the line. Both women were strong for their size. Muscles flexed in their arms. Stomach muscles tensed. Arms and legs began shaking from the tremendous pressure. Their faces showed tremendous strain. Wayne watched and listened to the sound of their labored breathing. Barbara’s breathing grew rapid, as Laura forced her hands back over her wrists. Barbara’s knees began to fold. Slowly, mistress forced wife to her knees.
Laura gloated. “Get down on your knees before me, Barbara Pepper! On your knees, where you belong!”
Barbara looked over and saw her husband grinning, shaking his head, amazed by his mistress! Barbara’s hands and arms were her strongest weapons. If Laura could beat them so easily, things looked very bed for Barbara!
Laura demanded, “Beg for my mercy, loser!”
Barbara hissed, “Dream on, fat ass!”
Barbara lunged, but Laura was ready for her. They fell on their sides, on even terms as they began to wrestle on the floor. They rolled back and forth, grabbing, choking, and kicking madly in the air. Wayne was surprised to see his thin, pale wife on top his golden dream girl almost as often as the reverse. Seeing them pressed together, Wayne had to admit his wife’s breasts were somewhat superior to Laura’s. Laura’s legs and feet were better, though not as much as he expected. Laura would have to earn this victory! Bodies grinding, they rolled back and forth, slowed, and finally stopped, with Barbara on top! Wayne couldn’t believe it! This was his dream come true. He had feared Laura would trash his wife too quickly. Instead, Barbara was going to make a fight of it! His wife sat on his dream girl, pinning her wrists. Laura strained, to no avail.
“Nn-nnnn-nuh!”
Laura planted her feet, trying to bridge out. She wasn’t strong enough.Looking down at Laura with a cold, superior smile, Barbara slid her legs up until her knees pinned Laura’s shoulders in a schoolgirl pin. Trapped, Laura’s eyes grew huge with fear. Barbara looked back at her husband, then down at the struggling woman trapped beneath her.
Barbara taunted, “Lying flat on your enormous ass under me, that’s where YOU belong, Bitch!”
Barbara gave Laura a truly wicked, stinging slap to her face. Laura cried out in obvious pain. Barbara gave her another and another.
Lacking the strength to power out, Laura turned her head and bit the flesh of Barbara’s thigh at her folded knee. Barbara cried out, letting Laura topple her. They came up. One had been slapped, the other bitten. The gloves were off! Slaps flew madly. The crisp sound of palms to flesh filled the air, as almost every inch of their bodies felt the sting of a blow. They finally stood toe-to-toe, trading slaps to the face. It was Barbara with a slap, followed by Laura! Barbara then Laura, Barbara then Laura. Laura yelped, staggering back with the red impression of Barbara’s hand imprinted on her mouth. Ankles turning under, Laura tried to back off, but a tremendous slap sent Laura down.
Barbara came in. Laura kicked madly. Barbara caught one of Laura’s bare feet and bit it with all her might. Laura flat-out screamed in pain. Laura let her guard down. Barbara sat on the blond again. This time she pinned Laura’s wrists to the floor over her head and leaned down so that her stomach covered Laura’s face. Laura’s feet slid and kicked desperately, as Barbara smothered her.
Barbara looked back over her shoulder at her husband and cooed, “Come over here and get a good look as I beat her! If she’s such a dream girl, why am I beating her? Why can’t she get up?”
She taunted Laura. “Get up, if you can! Aw, what’s wrong, Laura? Am I too much woman for you?”
Laura strained until her body shook, but lying on top with all the leverage going her way, Barbara was too strong! Suddenly Barbara threw her head up and back, screaming harshly! She shook her head, trying to maintain the hold, but the pain was too great. Laura bit Barbara’s belly to escape.
Barbara was hurt, and Laura knew it. Fighting tears, Barbara tried to crawl away. Laura yanked the flushed wife to her feet by her hair and then punched her chin. Barbara flew halfway across the room. Laura charged, but Barbara kicked a footstool at Laura, knocking her legs out from under her, taking her down. The women rose. A wild fistfight erupted. Each rocked the other…but Laura’s ankles turned under. Barbara slammed a big fist to her eye, sending her down.
Laura tucked her legs under her, curling up in a ball, defensively. Barbara peeled Laura’s arm out from under her and pinned it behind Laura’s back in a chickenwing. Laura’s big, brown eyes bulged with fear. She looked up at Wayne, terrified.
Barbara twisted Laura’s awkwardly bent arm viciously. Laura cried out, slapping her free hand on the floor. Barbara lunged forward, threatening to snap Laura’s corkscrewed arm. Laura screamed. Barbara tried to pound the blonde, but Laura’s turtle defense proved effective.
Barbara hissed. “Come on, you fat cow! Tell my husband I’m a better woman than you!”
Barbara spread Laura’s fingers and bent back her thumb threatening to break it, but Laura wouldn’t surrender. Losing to Kim Petrowski was one thing. There was no way she would surrender to scrawny little Barbara Pepper!
Increasingly frustrated, Barbara gave her husband a sneering, evil smile, and then viciously bit Laura’s fingers. Laura screamed and started to cry.
Wayne shouted, “Come on, Laura! Fight her!”
Laura sobbed, “I’m trying! Don’t you think I’m trying?” Laura’s tears rolled. As impossible as it was for Wayne’s golden dream girl to believe, his pasty white wife was winning!
Barbara saw her chance.She leapt forward, snaking her powerful arms around the golden girl’s neck and head, catching Laura in what wrestling fans might call a “sleeper” hold. Wayne saw it as simply a brutal choke hold! Laura gagged and spat, fighting for air.
Barbara sat Laura up, looked to her husband, and snarled. “Say goodnight to your flabby dream girl, and say goodbye to your dreams of being with her!”
Face almost blue, Laura pulled her feet up under her torso and tried to stand. Barbara struggled to hold her down, but Laura kept rising. She stood, tugging uselessly at Barbara’s arms. Wayne knew Laura had only a minute or so left! Laura used two hands against one, pulling one of Barbara’s hands loose. Barbara suddenly let out a battle cry, jumping on Laura’s back and continuing the choke, riding her piggyback! Laura screamed in fear, but Barbara had underestimated the blonde in the yellow string bikini. Laura seized Barbara’s pale legs and leapt over backwards, driving Barbara into the floor with all of Laura’s weight crashing down on top of her! Barbara looked unconscious!
Wayne cheered. “You’ve got her, Laura! This is your chance!”
Barbara knew Laura had her where she wanted her! She pushed pitifully at Laura with her feet, trying to keep her off. Barbara grabbed one, using it to roll Barbara over on her front. Laura sat on Barbara’s back and shouted, “It’s your turn, bitch! Let’s see if you can take it!”
Laura bit Barbara’s bare foot long and hard. Fists pounding the floor, Barbara looked up at her husband, desperately trying not to scream or cry. As Laura’s teeth sank in, she ripped a scream from the young wife’s lungs. Barbara’s tears followed. Laura tortured Barbara for well over a minute before the young wife was able to pull her off.
Laura stood triumphantly over the cowering, trembling wife. Laura lifted Barbara completely off her feet. Barbara cried out in terror, as Laura rammed her back into the wall. Red-faced, Barbara panted, reaching for her lower back. Laura saw how much damage she had done. She lifted Barbara off her feet again.
Barbara shook her head, looking at her husband in tears. “No….No….”
Laura lunged forward, slamming Barbara’s lower back into a doorknob. Barbara’s mad cry scared Wayne. She was hurt!
Laura applied a bear hug, putting all her strength into crushing the smaller girl. Barbara cried out. She hammered at Laura’s arms, but it was no use. Barbara hugged Laura, wrapping her legs around Laura’s waist, hoping her weight might be too much for Laura to keep up. She was wrong. Laura turned up the pressure.
“Now Wayne get’s what he wants,” Laura told Barbara. “He gets to watch me kick your scrawny, boney butt, for good!”
A single tear trickled down Barbara’s cheek. Her feet slowly slid down Laura’s legs. Barbara’s arms dropped limply at her side. Her head fell back, rolling on her shoulders. Barbara moaned, her half-open eyes looking sadly to her husband. Things looked very bad for Barbara! Laura just kept squeezing…crushing….
Laura grinned. “I’ve got her! She’s done.”
Barbara gasped, “No! No!”
Laura laughed. “Have it your way, scarecrow.” Laura lifted Barbara high then slammmed Barbaras’s back to the floor. Barbara’s cry of anguish worried Wayne. Laura rolled Barbara over onto her belly, sat on her lower back, snaked her arms under Barbara’s armpits so Laura’s hands were on the front of Barbara’s shoulders, and pulled up and back. The clutch put tremendous pressure on Barbara’s injured back. The blonde worked the brunette mercilessly, shaking her like a rag doll.
Between cries and screams, Barbara babbled, “I just can’t….I can’t take….”
Knowing Laura was seconds from surrender, Laura clamped her hands together under Barbara’s chin, pulling it back, nearly breaking Barbara’s back.
“You’re not so tough now, are you?” Laura asked.
Wayne knelt inches from his crying wife. “Give it up, Barbara. You’re no match for Laura. You never were. Give up, before she really hurts you!”
Barbara cried, “N-o-o-o! I’m…I’m the better girl! You’ll see! You will! A-a-a-r-g-h-!”
Trying to bend Barbara past her breaking point, Laura bent farther and farther back…until she bent back too far. Barbara kicked her big feet around the shocked blonde’s neck and slammed her down over backward! Laura’s head slammed to the floor with a sickening crack!
Both women were down. The pale brunette in the blue bikini and the golden blonde in the yellow bikini were both hurt. Laura wrapped her arms over her head, feet pounding. Barbara held her back, gasping for breath. Their feet rubbed together, reminding each that the other was still there. This fight was NOT over! They forced themselves to rise. They only got as far as their hands and knees before reaching for each other. Barabara seized Laura’s hand with both of hers, savagely biting the blonde’s fingers. Laura wailed, but she seized Barbara’s hand, biting her fingers back. Barbara howled like a wild animal! The women sat up facing each other, biting each other’s fingers! Staring into each other’s eyes, a test of wills and hearts began. Tears poured…until suddenly Laura let go, screaming madly.
Laura kicked Barbara’s breast. Barbara cried out and fell back. Laura crawled off, cradling her hand.
Stomach heaving in and out, the exhausted wife pursued on hands and knees, getting one hand on Laura’s hip and shoving her down forward. Laura spun, kicking. Barbara leapt back to avoid a kick to her chin. The girls sat up facing each other, kicking wildly. The barefoot battle went on and on, but ended in a stalemate. They wrapped their legs together, trying to take each other down.
Laura strained. “Ugh! Now Wayne will see how much better my legs are than your boney legs!”
Barbara grunted. “A-a-h! Now…he’ll see…how overrated those tree trunks of yours are!”
The women strained until they screamed with rage, but inch-by-inch, Laura’s legs won. Laura forced Barbara over onto her back and rolled up over her. Laura flailed, but Barbara cowered, covering up, blocking the blonde’s fists. Barbara powered free.
The women rose, breathing hard, dripping with sweat, chests rising and falling, bellies sucking in and out. Both had been pummeled and tortured. Neither woman had much left. They had barely let go of each other in ten minutes of all-out, desperate combat. They rose and staggered together. Hands clenched, they planted their feet firmly, trying to push each other back. Wayne’s heart pounded, as Barbara’s pale, thin legs beat Laura’s golden legs! Barbara shoved Laura to a corner.
Wayne shouted, “Come on, Laura! You can beat her!”
Laura gasped, “I’m trying! I’m giving her all I’ve got!”
Barbara sneered. “Too bad I’ve got so much more!”
Barbara went wild, kicking and hitting the cornered blonde. Laura slid down the wall to her knees. Laura lunged like a wildcat, biting Barbara’s thigh. Barbara shrieked, falling to her hips. Laura tried to crawl on top her, but Barbara kicked her legs up around Laura’s face and took Laura down into a leg scissors. Barbara sat straight up to apply pressure. Laura instantly kicked her own legs around Barbara’s face, pulling her down sideways. Both women lie on the floor, their heads trapped between the other woman’s thighs, in a 69-style double leg scissors! Both squeezed with all their might, trying to crush surrender out of the other. Wayne jolted, hearing Barbara’s muffled, maniacal scream. Seconds later, he heard an equally anguished scream from Laura. One woman’s body jolted in violent spasms, then the others, and then both at once. Wayne wasn’t sure exactly what they were doing to each other, but if they were biting, he had a pretty good idea of the targets. He watched breathlessly, waiting to see which woman would overcome the other and prove herself superior.
The better woman won. Laura threw her legs wide open, letting go of Barbara. Still muffled between Barbara’s legs, Laura cried for mercy and gave up!
Barbara stood up, hovering over the trembling, cowering, crying blonde. She put her foot on Laura’s chest, posing.
“Get your camera,” Barbara cooed. “I never want you to forget this moment.” Wayne obeyed, taking pictures of his preening wife. Utterly beaten, his mistress looked up at him in tears. Barbara then winked, and sat almost bare-hipped on Laura’s face! Wayne’s camera recorded it all. Wayne saw his wife as never before. She WAS the better woman!
Barbara stood. “Now get out of MY house, you cow! Get out, and don’t you dare go near my husband again!”
Laura got up, sniffling. She headed for the door, but the sound of Barbara mocking her, laughing at her, was too much. Laura screamed, spinning around and charging Barbara in a mad rage. Laura’s punch to the jaw sent Barbara down. Laura tore into her. Wayne made no attempt to help. He sat back, to watch. He no longer had any doubt his wife would handle his mistress. He was right. Again the two ended up sitting up facing each other, kicking wildly. This time Barbara backed Laura into a corner. Barbara kicked Laura brutally. Laura begged Wayne for help, but he knew his wife had earned her victory. Barbara caught Laura’s ankles and held them down. She scooted up between Laura’s legs and pressed the bottom of both her snow white feet flat into Laura’s face, pressing them in, grinding, and stomping. After a few moments, Laura’s body grew still. Barbara took her feet off Laura’s face. Laura fell over, out cold.
Barbara told Wayne, “Allow me to do the honors.”
Barbara picked Laura up over her shoulder, and, with great effort, carried the blonde out to the end of the driveway. There, she dumped Laura into a puddle of mud! The splash woke the blonde. Knowing her husband was still watching, Barbara put her foot on the back of Laura’s head, forcing the blonde face down into the mud! Just when it seemed Barbara might drown her in mud, Barbara let Laura up. She warned what would happen if Laura ever showed her face in town again. Then Barbara dusted off her hands and returned to her home.
By the time Wayne looked back outside, Laura was gone, forever.
Trembling from sheer exhaustion, Barbara leaned against Wayne. He had to hold her up. She looked up proudly and said, “S-See? I told you I’d beat that cow!” She held up her hand. “You gave me this ring when you proposed. You should have believed in me. You called in Kim Petrowski, because you didn’t think I could compete with Laura. Now you know better. Don’t ever underestimate me again.” She held up her hand. “You didn’t need a ringer. You only need the girl who wears your ring. I’ll be all you ever need. I promise.”
Barbara’s strength gave out. Wayne held her, hugging her, gently. He would never doubt her again. Wayne Harrison had spent his life wanting the woman of his dreams, only to find he had been married to her, all along.
