Heather James v Penny Bridges

The Four Ladies Tournament was in full flow, featuring two of Beaker’s finest, the attractive blonde Heather James and the older, blonder and, in some eyes sexier Lynne Leyton verses a couple of Consort’s new stars the wonderfully endowed brunette Penny Bridges and the shapely provocative, very physical Joan Nelson. Neither of the couples were what you would call close, chiefly because each had their eye on the main man and was eager to impress him. Ms Bridges had boxed Ms Leyton in a hard fought contest and Ms James and Ms Nelson had pitted their grappling skills; now it was Penny’s turn to put her exuberant 36DD-26-38 curves up against Heather’s more modest but nonetheless attractive 32B-24-32 body, this time in a wrestling best of three contest Lynne and Jo would follow them into the ring with the gloves on. The neutral Rita Foskett was to act as referee as each man brought his lady to the arena. Heather had taken several thrashings at the hands of Juliet Welton but had worked hard at improving and was no longer the novice she had been. Penny had shown a natural talent when it came to fighting with her fists but less happily had struggled to find the same success at the grappling game. She too had been getting some coaching, in between what she had referred to as “mutual exploration” and was more confident as the lights went down and the ladies entered, accompanied by the men as seconds. Heather looked stunning, her long hair flowing onto the collar of her open tiger-patterned jacket which was cut to stop midway over the younger woman’s bottom. Shapely bare legs ended in white ankle boots and, as she slid between the ropes Beaker held apart for her, one very shapely tiger print backside presented itself for the fight loving onlookers approval.

Her briefs were exactly that and string tied at the hips, she was getting quite a warm welcome, even before she slipped her arms out of the top showing a sweet cleavage and a pair of firm, inviting and nicely rounded breasts in the string bra. Her apparent gentle innocence won quite a lot of male hearts although most watchers, like Lindy McGuire or new girl Lynn Deane, were experienced enough in the ways of the world to know that looks can be very deceptive. Quite a few younger males fell for it however, almost panting with lust as Heather’s opponent appeared. Where Ms James was young, nymph like and nubile, Penny Bridges, an equally attractive female in a very different way, was older and altogether more voluptuous. For Penny this coming battle was particularly important in the way it affected the other promoter, now by her side. A man who enjoyed ample curves, Penny’s now expensively coffered hair and her hour glass figure made an impression. There was no mistaking what Ms Bridges had to offer heavy, surging boobs that threatened to drop out of what looked like a very skimpy blue bra, a great arse and powerful child bearing hips. As she shrugged off her black mat jacket there was no mistaking the abundance of Penny’s assets, the blue bikini seemed almost inadequate. Whoops and whistles greeted Consort’s girl’s unveiling, along with a few pretty basic cat calls, Penny had heard them before and preened, then waving her hands before she bounced her tits in her hands. Opposite, Beaker sensed his girl’s nervousness and leaning down he murmured in her ear, “The bigger they are…” before kissing her then adding “You are sexy and gorgeous, she is brazen and brassy. She’s not as good as you in so many ways, heather, trust me. Main one is she got a thrashing last time she tried to wrestle!” Heather smiled at him nervously, “Yeah but…look at her. She’s so big!”
He slid his hands down from her shoulders to the more intimate reassurance of stroking her breasts, “She’s heavier, you’re right. So try and keep on your feet, go to the floor with her on your terms – take her out in that soft belly, say. But believe me she’s as nervous as you are.” She doubted that and wiped her sweaty palms on her hips as the referee signalled the women forward. Beaker was right, in the blue corner Penny had started by saying, “I wish I was boxing,” and then, “I hear she is fast on her feet and a tough little bitch!” Consort’s kiss and intimate little squeeze of her big, sensitive nipples only half helped. Rita laid out the rules as the two wrestlers glowered at each other. Then Penny smiled and spoke to reassure herself, “I’ll squeeze the life out of you, little girl,” and Heather heard herself respond with, Just be careful you don’t trip over and fall on those great balloons fatso!” and with that we were all set.

Mindful of her man’s words at the bell heather sprang out of her corner and encircled a surprised penny’s head, pulling the brunette’s face down until she was just about able to kiss Ms James’ right nipple as she was marched around the ring in a side headlock. Heather took a lot of comfort from listening to the bigger girl’s unavailing struggle to free herself, “Uuhhh... nnnngh!......ohhhhh!” Finally, after about forty seconds of having her face crushed into Ms James’ breast, Ms bridges escaped by letting her right hand, which had been uselessly slapping at the blonde’s butt, slide round and address itself to the question of how much of her pubic love nest Heather wanted to remain hers. Since the answer was all of it the young woman diverted her energies to freeing her sweetly curling thatch from Bridges’ busy fingers. Breaking loose of the headlock, Penny did as her beau had urged her and played immediately to her strengths.

Her biceps encircled Ms James’ lower back, linking wrists and Heather gasped and went up on tip toe as she found herself in the grip of a big squeeze. The tiger print bikinied lass’ escape route was as unorthodox as her opponent’s and since Rita had seen them both she did not penalise Beaker’s babe as she dug her thumbs into either side of Consort’s charmer’s mouth and pulled in opposite directions. It was most unusual and clearly unexpected; and Penny did not enjoy it and with a last rippling wrench of her forearms she released Heather’s crushed ribs and stepped back. Both girls bosoms heaved, Penny’s to spectacular effect especially as she swung her foot up and kicked her blonde opponent heavily in the crotch. Taken totally by surprise Heather let out a sharp shriek and folded up, doubling over and clutching at her belly. Quickly an aggressive, confident looking Bridges wrapped Ms James up in a rapidly tightening front head lock and in addition the brunette used her other arm to reach across the blonde’s bare back and pull her right arm across her spine in a hammerlock. “How’d you like it, sweetie?” Penny taunted as Heather groaned and grunted.

“Oh you fat bitch!” was Ms James reply, earning her a vicious knee lift up into the younger woman’s downward pointing bra and all it’s contents. Heather howled as her chest took a crushing. “Had enough, smart arse?” Penny almost purred tightening the headlock, Heather gasped, “I don’t think so” through gritted clenched teeth, then, realising she had a free hand, she sneaked it forward and under the top of the brunette’s blue knickers. Having already received a minge mauling did not help Penny and she yelped in surprise and then intimate pain forcing her to release Heather and step swiftly back and away. “You little bitch!” she hissed, her eyes afire as she rubbed across her sore blue coated snatch area, “You a friggin lesbian or something?” Heather reddened at the insult and snapped, “Guess it’s a long time since anybody’s played down there then!”
Penny cried out and it was pure luck that Heather should decide that throwing her opponent across the ring by her nipples was a good idea, one, the left, had already escaped the sanctuary of the blue bra as the blonde squeezed hold of first one teat then the other. The reaction from Penny was instantaneous, just before being slung to the floor she was babbling, “Ohh ohno, no no no don’t do that, ohh not my tits not my tits!” And Ms James put all her slender body weight into tossing the more voluptuous brunette down onto her chest. Penny’s wail as her substantial assets hit the cold, hard surface was audible rows back, small breasted woman like Ms McGuire smiled unkindly; bigger bosomed beauties like Ms dean winced, a hand flying to their curved cups instinctively. Ms Bridges pulled her knees up under he rand pushed her palms flat to the floor prior to getting up but her plans were thwarted however by the lighter weight girl dropping heavily along the brunette’s back smearing Penny’s recovering boobs across the canvas.

Consort’s girl moaned as Beaker’s darling slid her arms under the struggling big girl’s own and pulling upwards linked her fingers across the back of Penny’s neck drawing a groan from the woman as she applied the full Nelson. Bridges wailed as the hold levered her bent neck down while James pulled her upper torso up from the canvas before using her arms and body weight to drive her unhappy opponent’s appendages into the mat a second time. Penny howled, Lindy grinned and called out, “That’s it great! Let the fat cow take it in the udders!” Lynn turned her head, crossed her legs and snapped, “You nasty little cow! Just because you haven’t got anything much up top……..” they glared at each other the sentence remaining unfinished but a challenge delivered. Up in the ring, Penny’s desperate thrashings had seen her spill her torso back and over with Heather still latched on behind and that finally allowed the brunette to escape with a nasty back elbow desperately driven into Heather’s left tit. To the surprise of many and the delight of the men who had been expecting Ms Bridges abundance to burst free of their confines it was Heather’s firm, perfectly round orbs that popped from their hiding place.

The owner cried out as her opponent’s hard boned elbow pierced her alabaster globe but if the female Consort was at the moment getting quite horny for had hoped the blonde sweet looking Ms James would be stricken by embarrassment she was mistaken. Heather ignored her nubile knockers coming out into the world and instead wound her lissom, hard muscled legs around and across penny’s not quite so flat of firm mid section, crossing her ankles and straightening her legs like a pro. Penny’s groan was prolonged and heart felt, Consort was shouting, “Fight her, Pen! Use your weight girl, use your weight!” She heard him and took his advice bracing her feet she heaved up and back, a seismic upheaval of woman flesh. Surprised, Heather’s body was twisted beneath her foe’s and she yelped as blindly twisting around Penny’s upper body thumped down heavily across the smaller woman’s torso. A hand, Penny’s, thrust violently into Heather’s face pinning her head to the floor, as remarkably, legs apart and feet on the floor, Ms Bridges levered her mostly bare buttocks higher into the air. The glossy triangle of blue shimmered between her legs as Heather tried to readjust the scissor hold to crush the bigger girl’s boobs. To great cheers both of Penny’s top heavy footballs fell out of their blue cups, gravity prevailing. Grunting and straining, Penny turned her head so she could see Heather’s tiger print triangle between her thighs before breaking free she butted the younger woman full on the pubic region and as the blonde dropped to the mat she stood gasping and red faced before stomping on the woman’s groin before she could roll away to complete her escape leaving the blonde to screech before she rolled over and away from the gasping brunette.

Both ladies came to their feet seconds later, bodies glistening with sweat, glowering at each other, breathing hard; “Cheap little cunt!” Penny said pleasantly to Heather, “Fat tart,” snapped back the blonde matching her insult for insult glancing at her corner she received a reassuring nod from Beaker. “You’re wearing her down,” he called, “Soften her up babe! Keep moving and slow her down!” It was good advice, Penny knowing it lunged at her blonde opponent, grabbing for her head or hair, Heather shimmied sideways and punished the brunette for her miss with a stiff fingered jab into the wide open mid section of the oncoming girl. Consort cringed, Lynn turned her head away with a soft oath and Lindy smiled. Penny, never seeing it coming, gushed out oxygen and was bent over her bread basket helpless as heather powered her knee up to meet the Bridges’ downward moving bosom and as the brunette howled at the pain in her crushed mammary and reached for it, Ms James seized the bigger woman’s hair and slung her back into the corner by it.

Penny’s spine cannoned hard into the post as wide open her body shuddered to a halt, unable to believe how well things had run for her, avoiding the other woman’s weight advantage, Heather athletically put her right foot up against Penny’s tufty, bristling crotch and, holding the woman by the ears Ms James fell backwards, monkey tossing her shrieking helpless opponent in a cartwheel of flesh across the arena. Penny landed heavily full on her back, knees up and legs apart lying winded Heather dived across those enormous now naked breasts and with one hand grabbed the brunette’s hair and the other mauled her crotch shouting at Rita, “Count her out damn it!” With the contest between the four new girls on the books was perfectly balanced at one all the first match of the second session decided on a coin toss and Heather’s correct call prompting this wrestling encounter looked like it was about to gain a score with Ms James in the tiger print briefs working against her opponent’s weight advantage of 35lbs. The referee dropped to one knee and slapped the mat once, twice but before the crucial third slap Penny using her impressive strength and weight advantage threw her opponent off and rolled clear. Heather rolled over and scrambled to her feet in the process tossing her bikini top aside leaving her completely topless again in the ring while Penny came to her feet more modestly re-fitting her bra before turning to lock up once again. “What’s the matter scared to show the boys what you’ve got you fat cow?” taunted Ms James prompting Penny to snarl back, “Unlike you, you cheap whore men can wait to see the goodies!” and she lunged at the blonde.

Locking hands they slammed together and it was the heavier Penny that gained the ascendancy forcing the smaller woman into the ropes before stepping back and then slamming her shoulder into Heather’s chest to deliver a solid body check. “Uurghhh,” grunted Ms James as the collision occurred and a smack like rifle fire echoed from the ring as Ms Bridges shoulder slapped into the blonde’s naked chest crushing her free swinging breasts, grabbing a wrist Penny made as if to hurl the woman across the ring using her free hand to shove the blonde into the ropes but as Heather accelerated forward Penny rammed her right knee right to her bread basket barely above the low cut briefs. Heather folded in half spewing out all her oxygen as Ms bridges hammered her in the belly before turning to take the woman about the head and dive forward to slam her face down to the mat sliding forward to ensure her naked breasts got a serious rubbing from the rosin. Rolling across the face down blonde Penny applied a brutal cross face pulling her own stiff arm back hard across the blonde’s face crushing her nose and pulling her head back having trapped her left arm under Penny’s body with the added discomfort of her body weight across the back. “Not so cocky now are you bitch?” snarled Penny as she rolled slightly from side to side to increase the pressure of the cross face and to rub those soft sensitive breasts over the rosin.
Heather was kicking her feet and groaning as her head was pulled back and her tits were tortured but Penny was in the perfect position and with her weight advantage see easily kept the blonde pinned and in pain. Satisfied that she had weakened and wounded her opponent sufficiently after almost five minutes of the torturing holds Penny suddenly released Ms James and rose to her feet dragging the hapless blonde up by the hair. It was suddenly apparent the pressure she had been applying to the smaller woman as Heather’s breasts were revealed glowing red and roughened from the rubbing. Holding her opponent steady Penny increased the pain in the blonde’s boobs by thrashing her forearm across the soft flesh three cup crushing times driving her back across the ring with each crushing clout. Heather’s hands started to come up to cover her throbbing breasts, “No you don’t bitch I’ve hardly started on them yet!” snapped Penny grabbing the woman’s arms at the wrist and pulling them out and away. This allowed her to step in to smash the blonde in the sex with a rifled knee that folded her forward helplessly into another three kneeing as Penny mercilessly pumped her legs into those already marked breasts. Heather’s knees buckled and dropped to the canvas allowing Penny to slam her knee in again right between the eyes before finishing the slaughter with a toe poke kick to the crotch before releasing the blonde’s hands and letting her collapse to the canvas. Penny strutted around the grovelling blonde goading her opponent, “Come on big mouth get up make a fight of it thought I was some sort of fat cow did you well look who’s crawling now, bitch face!” as she reached down to drag the blonde to her hands and knees before pulling her around the ring like a pet.

At ringside Lynne Leyton called, “Get up James this is embarrassing!” as she watched her team mate receive a beating but secretly inwardly smiling the bitch would be unfit to face her later and so she would get to bed Beaker after the match. Interestingly opposite Penny’s team mate actually wanted Heather to get back into the match Joan Nelson was eager for the blonde to take Bridges down a peg or two after her earlier victory and Joan’s loss Ms Bridges had claimed bragging rights to Consort a second win would leave her claiming him totally especially after her own earlier defeat to Ms James. In the ring Penny was dragging the struggling Ms James up to her feet by a wicked twisting hold of her hair before smartly scooping her off her feet with a hand between the thighs. Hoisting the blonde into the air Penny brutally dropped her face down to the mat delivering more distress to the blonde’s breasts and as the moaning Ms James rolled to her back Penny followed up with a wicked leg drop planting her big thigh across the now upturned pleasure peaks of her opponent. From there it was easy to straddle the blonde and complete the demolition and humiliation by squatting on her face to execute the pin while reaching back to pinch and twist her sore nipples as Rita Foskett stepped forward to count the opening pin fall and declare Penny leading by one fall to nil as the power house from Consort’s stable rubbed her own excited sex over the whimpering face of the blonde demonstrating her complete control of the contest.

Rita ordered the break and Penny slowly rose from her perch pausing to mercilessly slam her heel down on the vee of the blonde’s briefs as she hissed, “This gets finished next slut!” before she strode confidently back to her corner and the waiting Consort leaving Heather curled into a ball weeping on the mat the victim of a serious beating. Beaker was quickly at his woman’s side helping her to her corner and sitting her on the stool before he started to wipe her face and attempt to revive and motivate her before the second session. Across the ring the tension between Consort’s fighters re-emerged even though the team were now on top as Penny taunted Joan, “How the hell did you lose to that pathetic little slut? No wonder Consort wants me you’re just making up the numbers Nelson a waste of time!”
Joan started to clamber into the ring but Consort eased her back, “Ladies, ladies let’s calm down finish the business here and then we can settle out differences in private!” he offered with both women quickly agreeing if he wanted to see them settle it then they would. Meanwhile across the ring a similar confrontation was going the way of Ms Leyton, “My god she just took you apart you pathetic bitch looks like I’ll need to save the team again!” a comment that riled the blond eon the stool immensely and in fact caused her to refocus more quickly than Beaker’s tender touch as she snarled, “It was you that lost the first match thicko now shut your face before I shut it for you!” another confrontation that required the promoter to deflect and the pair made a similar vow to that made opposite agreeing to settle it in private with the man after the matches had finished. Lynne was delighted with that as she was sure Penny Bridges was going to complete the demolition of the blonde allowing her to win easily later although she had to face Joan nelson first gloved up but having seen her so called team mate cream the woman opposite she was extremely confident of having similar success. Rita Foskett came over to see if Heather was going to continue and almost found hersef in a fight with the vehemence of the response from the blonde who was clearly angry and ready for a battle.

Beaker needed her to calm down or she would charge head long into a thrashing so he shoved the ice cold sponge in her face with his right hand while his left went straight into her briefs to caress her crotch that certainly got her attention as her glare became a softer look before she leant forward and kissed him their tongues entwining as he continued to stroke her sex. He whispered, “Now go and kick her fat arse gorgeous!” as the bell sounded for the second session and the blonde got to her feet a little glow on her cheeks and despite the bruising and roughening up her breasts had suffered she pressed against him so he clearly felt her stiffened nipples as she said, “You are so going to get fucked later!” and then she went past him to face the advancing Ms Bridges, “Time for me to finish your fuck spot slut faaaaaaaaarrrgghh!” started Penny only for Heather to catch her cold with a crotch kick of her own and suddenly it was the blonde dictating things grabbing her rival by the ears Heather unloaded a knee full of pain slamming the joint full into the stooping woman’s face knocking her backwards and drawing blood as Penny bit her lip splitting the skin and leaving a vivid crimson stream on her chin as she tottered back towards her own corner and some unhelpful team mate advice, “Come on fatso I thought you were in control here,” taunted Joan. Heather charged forward intent on keeping up her assault only to find Penny bouncing back at her from the turnbuckle and meeting her solidly with a forearm across her still sore breasts. The blow rocked the blonde on her heels, “Cheeky bitch!” hissed Ms Bridges reaching forward to grab her opponent’s shoulders while driving her knee between the woman’s thighs to thump her firmly between the legs, “Told you this was next slut face!” added Penny as the blow crashed against Heather’s crotch lifting her off her feet. Heather’s feet met the mat her knees buckled momentarily before Penny unloaded a powerful punch powering her right fist low to her opponent’s body just above the briefs as Heather’s hands dropped to nurse her wounded womanhood. The blonde crumpled folding forward only to get caught about the head and dragged towards mid ring her legs collapsing meant the weight of her body pulled against the side headlock doubling its effect. Penny then demonstrated her strength and power by gripping Heather’s knickers at the thigh and lifting hauling the helpless blonde off her feet before Ms Bridges fell back to suplex the blonde to the mat. Heather crashed to her back the knickers tearing at her love lips wedgie like revealed her to be a natural blonde her wispy pubic bush now displayed as she laid spread eagled on the canvas. Penny rolled smartly to her feet before delivering another brutal leg drop to the breasts her right thigh flattening the twin cups devastatingly as she landed.
It would have been quite easy to roll over the blonde and claim a winning pin but Ms Bridges elected to deliver some more brutal punishment and so came to her feet dragging the helpless blonde up by the hair and she again scooped the woman off the mat before powerfully slamming her back to the mat again throwing the blonde so she landed face first. Heather moaned and rolled to her back her hands cupping her crushed breasts pain etched on her face this was turning into the worst beating of her career and it was not over yet. Penny intended making good her promise as she reached down to part the woman’s legs by grabbing her ankles and then she stomped and kicked the helpless blonde half a dozen times in the groin drawing screams of pain from the blonde. Heather mercifully passed out with the sixth blow and Rita stepping forward meant that Penny dumped the blonde’s legs before sneering, “Count the cheap whore out!” as she again dropped astride the blonde planting her highly charged sex on the unconscious woman’s face as Rita counted the score leaving Ms Bridges a comprehensive winner. Penny tore off the torn briefs leaving her rival out cold and humiliated before she rose to her feet holding the captured garment aloft and posing with her heel grinding down on the sex of the beaten Ms James.

Penny strode back to her corner taunting Ms Nelson, “How did you lose to that pathetic slut?” as she tossed the ripped knickers at her stable mate before adding, “That means I’ve won both my bouts our only loss is yours best you buck up in the next one fuck face!” Behind her Beaker was carrying the unconscious Heather to the locker area she had been well and truly hammered it would be left to Lynne Leyton to save the day while Consort cuddled with his winner her partner was glaring across the ring at Me Leyton, Joan Nelson needed a win to stake her claim as much as the blonde opposite each knew it there’s was going to be quite a battle.

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