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Marylyn Sends Joan A Dark Problem
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MARYLYN SENDS JOAN A DARK PROBLEM
Joan came in one evening after I'd gotten home. "Marylyn's
friend is over here from the States and dropped in this
afternoon," she said.
"Oh yes". I said.
"Yes! And I'd like to call on your good services as a
referee again, apparently Marylyn told her about me, and
after a couple of days rest she said she'd be rarin' for a
bout!"
"Oh yes!" I said again.
"Yes! And I've accepted for Friday evening. OK with you?"
"Sure," I said, "but are you feeling up to it?"
Joan and I have a close relationship, both being divorced
and living next door to each other. I knew her physical
capabilities ('Accord', Vol. 3, Nos. 7 & 9) and although her
16-inch flexed biceps still make me boggle, I wondered if
she was still in hard training.
"Of course I am Norm," she said, "I don't let you into all
the secrets of my training...just be ready for Friday that's
all!!"
"Who is this girl?" I went on.
"She's no girl," answered Joan, "she's 32, about two years
older than I am. She comes from Portland Oregon, and her
name is Helen. Oh! and, er, she's black, and beautiful and
say she's whipped Marylyn recently, would you believe."
Friday evening arrived. I was next door. The gym mat was
down, the furniture moved, I'd also subdued the lighting to
remove any glare.
Helen arrived about eight. A real black stunner.
We had refreshments in another room, and although the
conversation flowed easily the smiles between Helen and Joan
were tight, ad they studiously avoided each others eyes
whenever possible. We got around to details.
"To a finish," said Joan
"Nude," added Helen.
"Right on," said Joan, "now about the holds."
"Come on Joan honey," interrupted Helen, "we're mature
women not little girls." "I don't mind you using anything
I've got if you can for leverage, because I'm sure as hell
going to use any part of you I need to!"
"OK! Agreed," I said quickly. "No holds
barred...wrestling..."
"Without swimsuits!"
"To a finish!"
"Do you want to be oiled?" I asked.
They both did just a little.
A few minutes before nine I had both contestants in their
dressing gowns ready on the mat in the lounge.
Helen was flexing her biceps, and as a matter of interest I
took a tape measure and measured her upper arm - "16
inches", I said, "same as Joan's."
"How about this," Helen said crouching slightly, she moved
the gown from her right thigh...I placed the tape measure
around the black pillar of muscle. "28 inches," I said.
At this Joan came over, and bared her upper leg flexing it,
I passed the tape around, "28 inches," I said.
Joan looked over at her black opponent, who stared back.
"What's your bust and weight, 'Black Power'?"
"Thirty-nine inches and 145 LBS." said Helen.
"Looks like we start even then, because I'm 10 1/2 stone,"
Joan retorted.
I took their dressing gowns and they squared off in the
center of the mat - two perfect feline specimens, one black,
the other white, both powerful, preparing to match muscles
and bodies until one succumbed to the other...
Joan was in first, from the front she forced Helen's arm up
behind her in a hammerlock. Helen winced but brought her
knee up between Joan's legs...
It never landed, Joan gripped the black thigh between hers
and increased the pressure on the hammerlock... Helen
gasped, then put her right arm behind her, grasped her own
wrist, and with a quick effort broke the hold.
She turned into Joan and with a hip throw sent her tumbling.
They got to their feet quickly and grappled again, close to
the wall.
Helen spaded her hand and slid it between them...Joan
yelped!
Helen's back muscles knotted...she lifted Joan up the wall
by her crotch...her strong right and buried in the thick
black hair...
Helen held Joan, a left arm bar across her throat, in this
painful grip for many seconds...Joan's head rolled...
As a last resort she grabbed Helen's head and held it
between her breasts...eventually through not being able to
breathe, Helen had to relinquish her grip and back away,
heaving for air...as Joan slumped by the wall massaging her
abused crotch...
They circled, warily this time, showing more respect for
each other's capabilities than when they started. When they
closed it was to drop to the mat to try strength holds to
wear each other down.
Sometimes Joan's suntanned but comparatively white body
disappeared writhing under the black powerhouse, other times
Helen strained for freedom under Joan's muscular torso!
The slight acrid odor of sweat lingered in the air, it was
now dripping off them, but showed up more on Helen's wide
black shoulders as she turned the white amazon over...
"Come on you muscle-bound white whore, where's your answer
to this one!!" Helen hissed.
When Joan found the answer which was her strong right hand
plunged deep in the dripping pubic hair between Helen's
thighs and by good leverage throwing her black foe to the
mat...retaining the grip, she panted "There's your answer
black bitch..."
Helen rolled away from that one, leaped to her feet
crouching low, Joan crouched just two yards from her...
Helen, muscular black body gleaming with perspiration,
beckoned, "Come on Joanie honey...black muscles against
white...I'm all black woman and you're all white
woman...come on baby, bring those white nut crackers I've
heard so much about over here and match them against my
black ones...Let's really decide who's the best woman...or
maybe you're afraid I'll bust your gut?..."
Needing no second invitation, Joan smashed into Helen...they
braced, legs apart, grunting like men...sometimes squealing
like women, breast to breast...their massively hairy bellies
glued together, they commenced to thrust mightily into each
others loins...matching stroke for
stroke...In...Out...In...Out...Each woman gripped her foe's
clenching buttocks as if to prevent her escaping this war of
attrition...In...Out...In...Out...On...and On it went, until
from sheer exhaustion, no doubt brought on by more than one
ejaculation each, they sank to their knees in a double bear
hug.
Helen forced Joan to the mat, attempted a grapevine...but
Joan gripped thighs with her black opponent.
Soon they were shaking and sobbing for breath...
tighter...tighter...closer...closer...as they once
again forced themselves into each other...the huge muscles
on their twined power packs etched in black and white ridges
against their skin; eyeball to eyeball they grappled in
vicious combat as only woman rivals can..deep in between
their legs both used that most powerful of all female
weapons against each other in a way they would never dream
of doing on a man.. in a bone crushing effort to drain and
destroy the woman in front of her!
The breath was hissing between their teeth as the white girl
rolled onto Helen...the black amazon arched her back, but to
no avail...Then she forced her head and shoulders up as if
to topple Joan.
Joan then quite deliberately sought out Helen's mouth with
her own...their necks taunted....their teeth must have
grated as Joan bent Helen's head back...still she did not
remove her mouth from Helen's...
Their breath must have been rushing in and out of each
other's lungs as the muscular white and black amazons lay
there locked in a death grip...long minutes passed...strong
experienced fingers brought each other off savagely more
than once...finally the black hands ceased seeking a nerve
hold on the deltoids and slid from the white fighter's
armpits, slowly to the mat...the black thighs and calves
relaxed their grip on the white ones...Joan sat astride her
rival...I'd never seen her so exhausted...her mouth looked
sore...Helen's appeared a little chewed too...Helen's black
body shinning with sweat, her hard shapely breasts with
their large purple nipples, that had provided so much
leverage for Joan, rose and fell as she panted...Joan,
sitting up in triumph looked over at me.
I shook my head...I could not count out the black
fighter...I marveled at the fantastic body, now bathed in
sweat...that powerful rib cage under those pink nippled
heaving globes...she knew what I wanted to see...she turned
Helen over onto her face...slipped her arms under the other
woman's armpits...her fingers clutched the hard black
breasts...using them as leverage she strained backwards in a
backbreaker, biceps bulging...minutes passed with no
submission from the groaning Helen.
Joan let her flop forward on her knees, forehead resting on
the mat, she crouched atop her like some big white cat on a
black one, and in frustration slid her hands down, trying
something I'd never seen her do...a double claw hold!!!
She gripped under her opponents lower torso, clawed
fingers probing...seeking to force themselves through the
very abdomen wall and grasp the entrails hidden
there...after a lengthy and titanic effort Joan was rewarded
for some half-an-hour of unforgettable wrestling against a
superb opponent...I heard it...low, and almost
unintelligible..."SUBMIT!! (groan)..."I SUBMIT
JOAN!!!...YOU'RE TOPCAT...GOOD FIGHT HON." As Joan
relaxed, Helen added in a breathless whisper, as if to
herself, "This time...I believe."
Friday evening arrived. I was next door. The gym mat was
down, the furniture moved, I'd also
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