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Muscular Women Beat Wimps
(Miranda Birch)

Of course he expected that he would beat her easily. He pulled off his shirt, slipped out of his trousers, leaving him in T-shirt and shorts. "Shy, are we?" giggled Anne. Jake grinned back, stripped off his T- shirt and tossed it aside. He was rather proud of his hairy chest. 



He was now anticipating with relish the moment when he would straddle her, and force his crotch against her mouth, turning the tables on her. Avenging his wife and getting a sexual kick at the same time. Funny how daft women can be, he thought: she can't seriously imagine she has a chance against me? 



Laura was delighted that Jake had agreed. Like him, she assumed that it would be all over in a matter of moments. As much as she liked Anne, she was a bit stung at being beaten in front of her husband. She rather thought it would do Anne a lot of good if a man put her in her place. 



When they came to grips Jake quickly got Anne into a bear-hug, and he soon found himself getting a considerable amount of pleasure from the feel of her firm breasts squeezed against his naked chest, their bellies together, her warm breath on one of his cheeks. Anne made no special effort to free herself. She wanted him off-guard, so that when her moment came it would be all the greater surprise for him! She was even quite pleased that his prick was already hardening in his pants; she felt it pressing against her, and she knew that the more excited and aroused he became the more he would be humiliated when she chose to display her superiority. 



Laura looked on with some surprise as she saw her husband holding her friend close to his body, apparently making no effort to take matters further. She even asked herself what Anne was doing, making no effort to disengage from him. 



Seconds later Anne made her move. Wrenching herself free of Jake's grip, she stepped back and with her naked foot she kicked him full in the chest, un-balancing him, and then followed up her move by grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back. Using all her strength she managed to force him to the floor; then forced him onto his back by using her feet again; and then, after stamping on his chest, she got on top of him, literally mounting him; and finally she succeeded in straddling his chest, her knees pinioning his arms to the carpet. 



She had caught him completely off-guard. It all happened in a matter of seconds. Jake did not realise what was going on until he felt her weight on his chest, and her knees pressing back his arms. 



Pulling himself together, certain that it wouldn't be long before he threw her off, Jake wriggled desperately to free himself by un-balancing her. But the more he struggled the firmer Anne's grip became. She moved forward until her thighs gripped his face in a steel-like vice, her knickered crotch no more than an inch or so from his mouth. 



"You want to give up?" Anne asked him quietly, looking into his eyes, savouring his confusion. He had not expected to end up on the floor under her! 



"That's the last thing I'll do," he replied gruffly. He strained, but she had him. He could not move. Anne smiled coldly. 



"Oh dear! You might not like what I'm going to do to you now," replied Anne. And without further hesitation she moved forward and quite literally sat on his face, taking up a squatting position, his nose buried somewhere in the deep valley between her vulva and her anus. 



A muffled cry of protest reached the her ears but Anne took no notice. And then when Laura suggested that perhaps she should release her husband, Anne replied that she thought it was time he was taught a lesson. 



"He was quite certain he would beat me and then when I offered to let him go he refused," said Anne. "No, I think he's got to take his medicine." 



Laura looked dubious, but made no further protest. 



No sooner had Anne spoken than she moved her weight right across her victim's face, squashing his nose and making it difficult for him to breathe. 



This was too much for Laura. "But... but..." she stammered, "you'll hurt him..." 



"Well, ask him if he wants me to let him go. But he's got to ask me nicely, mark you." 



Laura at once spoke to her husband, suggesting that he ought to admit that he had been beaten. He was reluctant, but in the end she was persuasive enough to get him to give way.