Juliet Welton v Heather Jones

It was a glorious August afternoon the smell of recently cut grass a light breeze and cool drinks were the order of the day, the thwack of a racquet meeting a tennis ball and the laughter of a couple having fun on the private tennis court carried to Juliet Welton as she walked quietly around the house. She recognised the type of laughter flirtatious excited almost expectant she knew it because she laughed like that on this very tennis court with Beaker when they had first met, a good workout on court had become a heated exchange in the showers afterwards fabulous love making that had become a passionate affair. That relationship had then introduced her to a new challenge female fighting a competition she enjoyed and had risen swiftly up the ranks supported by the man she passionately shared a bed with before and after contests. The affair had set her into some stunning encounters against his now estranged wife and then Consort’s main squeeze at the time Sara Wilde her fighting ability had left her leading in both contests.

Recently she had been away from the ring settling into her new job as a tour host enjoying leading groups to Eastern Europe and Italy, the occasional apartment battle during these tours kept her in trim and earning some good money. Returning to the UK she heard her one time tag partner Sally Roland was back in circulation and challenging for titles raking in large purses for her fights and Juliet wanted some of that action and the man most likely to get it for her was Beaker, she had arrived unannounced expecting to find him alone and so the noises from the tennis court were a surprise. Moving quietly around the house she snuck up to the court to see him across the court from a blonde woman she had never met but they were clearly getting on famously. She watched him deliver a delightful drop shot landing the ball just over the net to send the blonde scampering towards it at full tilt but her desperate lunge saw her catch the ball but only lift it into the net as she slid to her backside by the net.

A giggle followed, “Cruel boy I’ll have to punish you for that one,” she said sitting on the grass left leg bent under her short skirt right extended wide exposing her white lacy briefs, not exactly tennis briefs thought Juliet as she watched him step over the net to help the woman up her stomach bare under the white crop top that was clinging to her upper body. They embraced and kissed as Juliet stepped into the arena and called, “Lovely shot darling who’s the little tramp!” The pair stepped apart startled at the interruption as Ms Welton in a short denim skirt emphasising her lovely long legs and a loose fitting blue t-shirt stepped on to the court. “Who the hell?” started the blonde before Beaker placed a restraining hand on her arm, “Juliet long time may I introduce Heather James we are playing together in the club tournaments this season.”

“Really is that all your playing together she dresses like a tart under the cheap tennis skirt!” sneered Juliet standing hands on hips challenging the woman before adding, “Is she any good in the ring?” Before he could answer Heather snapped, “You cheeky cow I should slap your face for that!” “Oh try darling try,” dared Juliet beckoning the woman forward the redhead was an eye catching 34B-28-36 and stood 5’6” while tipping the scales at 118lbs while Heather was shorter and lighter at 5’3” and 100lbs but equally curvy measuring 32B-24-32. Beaker stepped between them, “Now ladies,” but Heather eased him aside, “No that was a challenge you sit up there and judge who’s the better woman!” indicating the umpire’s seat as she squared up to the redhead and challenged, “Come on then let’s see if there’s more to you than a big mouth!” Juliet smiled, “Oh sweet, darling you sit up there while I wipe the court with this tramp then we can have a real reunion.
Knowing what women are like when this kind of challenge is issued and accepted he stepped aside and into the appointed seat giving him a bird’s eye view of the unfolding drama on court. Heather stood her ground defiantly hands on hips forcing Juliet to come to her the redhead needed no invitation and kicking off her sandals she strode around the net and lifted her hands towards the blonde. Heather slammed her right hand across the woman’s face a stunning slap that echoed off the wall, Juliet’s head flew to the left before she replied in kind snapping her new rival’s head in the other direction it was like they were watching tennis as their heads were snapped from side to side two more clouts followed in quick succession one from each woman. Heather snarling, “Slut!” as she landed her second slap Juliet replied sharply, “That’s enough mucking about bitch now to teach you a lesson!” and she grabbed Heather’s right wrist and twisted her arm sharply.

Locking in the hammer lock she moved behind the blonde and using her free hand she took a firm handful of the woman’s hair and hissed into her ear, “He did not tell you he likes to see women fight did he?” Heather did not respond immediately instead she linked her hands and then slammed her elbow back deep to Juliet’s body low to the navel freeing herself from the redhead before she turned to lift her knee across the folding winded woman’s breasts. “Actually he did!” snapped the blonde as she grabbed the woman’s tee shirt to pull her forward into a well directed knee that collected the redhead in the crotch dampened slightly by the denim skirt and as she fell back her t-shirt parted and was ripped off by the blonde who stumbled back and sat down in surprise. Juliet was left in her skirt and a racy blue bra as she regained her balance in time to see the blonde sit down and so lashing out she caught the woman about the head with her bare foot.

Heather went sprawling on the grass and Juliet immediately jumped astride the woman forcing her face into the grass with a rough handful of her hair and snarled, “Little bitch if anyone’s shagging him it’s going to be me you trollope!” Heather was kicking her feet in frustration as Juliet rubbed her face across the close cut grass before moving to twist the shorter woman into a camel clutch bending her back having pulled her arms back and then cupping her chin. “Come on you little whore squeal!” demanded Juliet as she enjoyed applying the hurt and Heather did screech clearly in pain and still kicking her feet before Juliet suddenly released her and slammed her face into the ground again before scrambling to her feet to kick the woman in the side rolling her to her back on the grass before spitting on the blonde.

Heather tried to push herself up but Juliet shoved her back down with a foot between the breasts before reaching to pull the woman’s legs up by the ankles, parting Heather’s thighs she then drove the heel of her feet down viciously on the lacy triangle covering the blonde’s love canal with her bare heel to send the woman rolling over and over in convulsions. “That should finish any ideas you have about sex for a while!” scoffed Juliet before she turned towards the man and said sweetly, “Game set and match I think lover will you come and award me my prize now?” and she turned towards him un zipping her skirt and stepping out of it revealing a lacy thong to match the bra she was slowly unclipping to reveal her delightfully full breasts that he knew well now tanned evenly from her touring.

“Stay away from him you whore!” screeched a voice behind her and turning she found a dishevelled looking Heather had regained her feet and the woman was staring at her with an expression of complete and utter hatred, “We’re not through yet,” snarled the blonde baring her claws and stepping forward she beckoned the redhead back to the fight an invitation Juliet could not resist and she dropped the bra to the grass and stepping over the discarded skirt she went to meet the bruised and marked blonde.
Juliet effortlessly knocked Heather’s hands aside and drove her knee into the woman between the legs and followed up with her clenched right fist ripping half a dozen punches into the hapless blonde each one seeming to sink further and further into the bowing body. Reaching over the folded woman’s back Juliet grabbed the halter top and ripped it over the woman’s head and threw it aside revealing the woman wore no bra her 32Bs clearly firm and up tilted on their own. “What the hell does he see in these?” snarled Juliet as her hands claw like found the twin mounds and crushed and twisted mercilessly before she used her knee again to the woman’s belly to send her sprawling back to the grass.

Reaching down the rampant redhead grabbed the tennis skirt and tore it off the shapely legs of the blonde to leave the woman in only her knickers and training shoes looking a real mess her stomach red from the punching grass stains on her face and a fat lip bleeding slightly. Leaping to drop astride the blonde Juliet clearly intended finishing her off on the ground but whether in reflex or defence Heather lifted her knees as Juliet dropped catching the redhead between the legs and throwing her aside. Ms Welton landed heavily and flopped to her back sucking in air one hand dropping towards her stomach after the impaling knee hit her flush in the fanny. Heather rolled to her hands and knees and eyeing the woman near by she hurled herself at the redhead and they were suddenly rolling over and over on the neatly cut grass lawn slapping and kicking at each other until they rolled into the tennis net where they stopped with Ms James on top. Heather continued to slap at the redhead and then she savaged the woman’s fuller breasts clawing and pinching the soft flesh as she snarled, “I’ll rip your tits off you bloody bitch!” But Juliet suddenly slammed her knees into the woman’s back throwing her into the net and forced her self free leaving the blonde draped half over the net her left arm hooked in the central strap her right over the net cord as the redhead rose menacingly behind her. Juliet again grabbed a thick handful of the woman’s hair and shoved her face forward choking her over the cord until Heather was gagging and coughing in some difficulty before she released her and grabbing the net heaved up throwing the blonde to her back on the grass.

This time Juliet was much more cautious as she straddled the woman to avoid any lifted limbs before she dropped heavily on the woman’s stomach and pinned her arms wide with her hands. “Now what shall we do with you?” she teased bouncing forward to sit down heavily on the woman’s breasts framing her face between her thighs. “Well bimbo looks all over doesn’t it and I think I am serving for the match!” and with that she slid forward to plant her own sex over the blonde’s mouth and nose. Glancing up at Beaker she teased, “Looks like the new girl isn’t good enough to be a ball girl more training needed I think!” She started to gyrate her hips rubbing her sex slowly over the Heather’s face as the blonde squirmed beneath her, “That’s it enjoy the taste of the better woman,” sighed Juliet clearly aroused her nipples rigid as she sat on her rival’s face turning herself on with the slow movements. Suddenly though there was an injection of speed to her movement as she leapt forward off the woman with a screech her right hand dropping to her inner thigh as Heather rolled to her hands and knees spitting and coughing as she drew in some desperately needed oxygen. “BITCH!” screeched Juliet clambering to her feet a vivid red mark on her inner thigh from where it was apparent the blonde had bitten her, “Now you’re really going to pay!” snarled the redhead as she lashed her foot forward kicking the blonde in the chest as she started to get up knocking back to the grass in an untidy heap with her hands rising to cup her breasts that had taken the force of the blow.
Reaching down Juliet grabbed the blonde’s hair and dragged her to her feet before scooping her off her feet and then slamming down on to the grass lawn heavily on her back.
Beaker calling, “Don’t,” just as she launched the woman into the slam, “Stay out of it this is between me and the bitch!” snarled Juliet as she stomped on the moaning woman’s stomach to sit her up before pulling her up by the long blonde hair again holding her by the tresses as she landed half a dozen punches to the woman’s body between breasts and belly until Heather’s knees buckled and she started to collapse her stomach glowing red. Juliet held her by the hair for another few seconds before slamming her thigh across those pert breasts to send the blonde sprawling to the grass again. Juliet turned towards Beaker and smiled, “I know you enjoy seeing a good beating and this tramp is going to get one no bitch bites me!” Behind her Heather was trying to get up pushing herself to her hands and knees before Juliet turned back to her and using her foot again she lashed another kick into the helpless woman. Her right foot sliced between the woman’s legs from behind to crash against her already bruised sex sending her sprawling again this time first face across the court. Juliet stepped after her and contemptuously kicked the blonde to her back revealing the pale skin of her torso stained green from the grass and there was a white line on her cheek and forehead from her face sliding over the service line. Juliet looked down at the woman tears appearing on the blonde’s cheeks, “Had enough?” but before Heather could respond the redhead delivered a leg drop planting her thigh across the woman’s breasts heavily.

Heather’s head came up a she moaned and Juliet expertly ensnared her in a figure four head scissor framing the woman’s face within her thighs, “Now you need to learn some decent moves!” scoffed Juliet adding dangerously,” this is lesson one bitch!” She leant back increasing the pressure causing Heather to slap the grass in distress but within seconds Juliet released that hold and switched to a more traditional scissor hold viciously tugging the woman’s face against her crotch by an evil hair tug. “Bite me again and I’ll rip your face off!” snarled Juliet as she pulled the woman’s face against her sex the blonde’s yes reflected fear for the first time as Juliet crushed her head but again after a few seconds the redhead released the hold leaving the woman gasping for air as she flopped to her back on the grass. “That was a figure four head lock and a head scissor,” taunted Juliet, “you need to get him to teach you if you ever fancy a chance at a rematch now for something less subtle!” Reaching down she parted the blonde’s legs by grabbing and lifting her ankles before heel stomping the helpless woman’s sex again. Heather’s hands dropped to her groin as nauseating pain erupted through her womanhood again, “”Too slow slut, you need to think ahead remember every bitch will want to de sex you in a fight that way you can give your man nothing later where as the winner gets to take all the cock!”

Then she twisted the blonde over and stepped across to apply a brutal Boston Crab, Heather screamed as pain tore through her back muscles, “This is a Boston Crab hurts doesn’t it?” “Stop please stop;” pleaded Heather and Juliet did dumping her back to the grass. “That is called a submission,” taunted Juliet as she reached down to pull the blonde up by the hair first to her hands and knees, “Now walk like a dog before I show you a knockout!” snarled Juliet pulling the woman towards the net before dragging her upright and steadying the blonde by holding her shoulders Juliet savagely pumped her knee into the woman’s groin three times and as Heather pitched forward the redhead landed a stunning forearm uppercut to the point of her jaw that sent the blonde flying back arms wide to land against the net arms draped over the net cord to leave her hanging from the net cord knocked clean out. “Well now it’s game set and match,” cooed Juliet turning to take Beaker’s hand and lead him to the summer house by the court and a victory celebration with the blonde left battered, beaten and humiliated on court as she completed her triumph by having sex with her man.
THE END