FATAL TENNIS MATCH
By Sgjc883@aol.com
A mature beauty, a bad loser, a broken body


Margaret wiped her sweatband across her glistening forehead and licked her dry
lips. She shrugged her shoulders the thick white straps of her tennis dress
extenuating the well-developed balls of muscle on her upper arms, then
relaxing gently shook her arms. She looked down the court at her young
opponent nervously skipping from foot to foot. She bent forward slightly and
bounced the tennis ball a couple of times on the grass. She rocks onto her
toes her calves' pump full defining themselves clearly on her shapely legs.
She bends further forward her tight tennis dress riding a little higher
exposing more of her bronzed and generous hamstrings. She straightens and in
one fluid motion tosses the ball high into the air whilst winding back her
racket. With a sexy but soft grunt her swings her racket at the ball, her back
flares impressively as she packs every ounce of her power into the serve. With
a loud thwack the ball speeds off towards her opponent. Margaret pitches
forward after the serve her dress now riding high over her solid golden rump,
covered only by the tinniest of slim white thongs. Many of the other players
of both sexes had stopped to watch her match now, not only to watch the tennis
but also to marvel and fantasize about the body of this mature stunner. The
serve was its usual accurate self and speared into the corner of the court.
Graham, the young current club champion scurried to his left desperate to
return the mighty serve. Off balance and stumbling he just managed to reach
the speeding ball, at best only able to knock back a weak lob. Margaret still
with the momentum of her serve powered in towards the net and hammers the ball
with breath- taking power into the opposite corner. Graham clearly unable to
reach the ball groans in defeat slinging his racket to the ground. A loud
cheer goes out around the court.

'Game, set and match I believe' grins Margaret flexing her body at the net
waiting for her opponent to come and congratulate her. Graham not a sporting
loser hurls some coarse remark about his victor and sulks off. Margaret shrugs
her shoulders and turns to the clubhouse, collecting her sports bag on the
way. A number of club members do come up to praise her for her excellent
performance. Most of them taking an extra chance to ogle close hand at her
impressive sexy yet muscular body barely and sensuously cover by her brief
white tennis dress. Margaret makes her way to the sanctuary of the female
locker room. Once alone she pulls a soft cotton towel from her bag and starts
to rub down her strong legs. Sitting on a wooden bench she lovingly runs the
towel around each swollen calf and up and over her full solid thighs,
cleansing them of the sweat and grim of their afternoon workout. Finally she
drapes the towel over her head and rests her elbow on her hard thighs and
quietly reflects on her impressive victory. Her relaxation is broken by the
door crashing open. Through the dense fabric of the towel she hears heavy
footsteps stamp towards her

'I want a word with you' shouts Graham 'about your cheating.bitch'

Margaret contemptuously ignores his ranting and ravings and remains under her
towel trying to rest peacefully. Graham fueled by the numerous ribbings from
club members is too far gone to let this issue go. Margaret's obvious snub
only firing him still further. With an angry swipe he pulls away her towel

'I said I want a word with you, you cheating bitch' he repeats

Margaret looks up sternly, she's initial taken aback by the presence of a very
attractive blond in a thin summery dress standing next to the loudmouth . She
turns on Graham

'I don't think you should be calling me a bitch you silly little boy. I beat
you fair and square. Now go away or I'll give you another beating.and this one
will be painful for you' she retorts. Her eyes flick back to the elegant
blonde standing next to him. Margaret sees the look of attraction in her. She
fidgets restlessly, strangely affected by Margaret's self- assured stare.
Never had she been so fascinated by a woman before. Margaret too senses her
attraction and scans her eyes approvingly over her fit body before focusing
deeply into her eyes. Graham becomes conscious of this obvious flirting by
Margaret and steps forward to confront this sexy mature amazon. He shapes to
strike her but with amazing speed Margaret snares his lower legs in her own
powerful thighs. Before Graham can react she stands quickly and twisting into
him grabs him round the neck with the back of her arm and pulls him back down
with her. She tightens her single arm grip on his neck adjusting her Herculean
thighs higher round his trapped legs. Slowly she bends him back and around her
until he groans loudly at the torsion rips his body apart. He tries to
struggle but Margaret's powerful lock restricts his only movement to his arms,
which claw at her powerful arm. Margaret looks back up at his girlfriend, she
stands transfixed and impressed by the actions of this mature amazon. Margaret
tightens her grip, her taut hard arm muscles clamp down on his jugular area,
Graham squeals fearful of the might of this sexy woman and what she could do
to him. Margaret snarls with effort as she bends his hard young body further
around her, her eyes still fixed at the beautiful blonde. Margaret grips
harder until Graham strangulated offers of submission ring around the room. He
is a well-beaten man. Margaret slides her remaining free hand down the front
of his shorts and cupping his manhood pulls it in full view in a testament to
her domination over him. Cruelly she starts to pump his cock, it quickly
swells to magnificent proportion that even impresses Margaret. She pumps him
harder whilst she bites her arm tighter into his neck. Grahams protests are
now almost inaudible due to the viselike grip on his gullet. Suddenly and
without warning his cock jettisons a massive load of cream, it fountains high
into the air, immediately Margaret snaps her arm hard into his neck the tight
grip stopping the blood flow to his brain. Graham's body jolts and flops
unconscious over her lap his sperm still flowing out of his member. His
girlfriend remains transfixed by the stare of this fantastic mature woman, she
marvels over her easy mastery of her boyfriend. Margaret still unmoved stares
back at her, enjoying the audacious ease at which she'd milked and then
knocked out this young gun. The young woman is frozen in awe of her. Margaret
stands slowly allowing Graham's stunned body to crash to the hard floor and
walks towards the doe eyed woman. Once close enough she reaches behind her
head and taking a firm grip of her ponytail pulls her head down and tilts it
to face her handsome features. Margaret forces her muscular leg between her
long young legs and grabbing her rear pulls her crouch onto her thick muscular
thigh. Margaret without taking her eyes off her awe struck face pushes and
pulls her tight little rump up and down her hard muscle, feeling the sodden
fabric of her panties against her taut skin. The young girl inadvertently
sighs as the hard warm muscle rubs her wet pants into her excited knoll. Her
knees buckle as her body droops with heavenly pleasure. Margaret feeds on her
erotic state enjoying her dominance over the young girl then she yanks down
harder on her ponytail shocking the dreaming girls open with fear

'You've just seem what I've done to your man there' menaces Margaret 'Just
think what these beauties could do to you' she forces her head to admire the
dense muscle structure of her mature upper frame.

With a wicked grin Margaret releases the girl and collecting her bag walks out
leaving her breathless wanting so much more. She looks down her man, milked
and rendered unconscious by Margaret. She starts to fantasise about Margaret's
threat, her body aching for the promises made.

In the car park Margaret packs her bag away in the trunk. Being a beautiful
evening she decides to remove the soft-top for the drive home. Diligently she
unfastens all the studs and starts to roll the top down. Over her shoulder she
can hear footsteps approach. Graham has foolishly not let the matter rest. Now
fueled with the indignance of Margaret's beating of him he's come for payback.
Margaret is bent low over her sports car as he reaches her. Without warning he
raises his arm holding his tennis racket, he's intent on inflicting damage and
pain to her. He never gets the chance as Margaret spins into him hooking her
arm around his and up behind his neck. She pulls him towards her and locks
this other arm in similar fashion. She grips her fingers together clamping him
in a perfect full nelson hold. She pushes down on the back of his neck in
doing so pulling back on his arms. Graham cries in pain as the powerful woman
forces his chin hard into his chest, his arms being pulled from his shoulder
sockets. Trapped and helpless immobilized by her strong grip he drops his
racket. Margaret applies more pressure to the hold. Graham shrieks become more
frantic as his neck and arm sockets begin to softly rupture. He tries to
escape but his mighty adversary has him in her power now. Margaret slowly
walks him along her car stopping at the hood. There she sits up onto the long
sweeping front. She snakes her impressive legs around his middle and instantly
doubles the damage to his body as her mighty thighs snap shut on him. The
double effect on his hard young body is quite frightening. Ugly sounds of
cartilage tearing and bone crunching mix with his now pathetic sobs for mercy.
Margaret begins to enjoy his suffering, the feel of his young hard fit body
surrendering to her power is intoxicating. She delights in every strangled
gasp, every pop and rip as she over powers and grinds his body. Graham is a
doomed man now. His head forced into his chest can only look fearfully down at
the thickness and definition of the potent legs that are clamped around him
shattering him. Margaret grits her teeth and chews into his body harder,
tighter. Every sinew and fibrous muscle of her magnificent physique tortures
poor Graham to within an inch of his total failure. His body starts to take on
a strange almost flexible feel as numerous joints separate. To Margaret's
delight she is literally pulling him apart. Her excitement grows, she needs to
end him, destroy him. His neck becomes her target she wants to rip it, savage
it away from his young frame. She powers in on the selected limb pushing his
chin harder into his chest. Margaret becomes frustrated unable to inflict
enough torsion in his neck. Carefully she unclasps her hands from behind his
neck. Then with steely fingers she twists his head sideways. If there had been
any thought in Graham's mind he was going to survive this encounter they were
banished now. She turned and lifted his head with ominous mind chilling force.
Not intent on inflicting pain or dominating this once proud man she was now
only engrossed with one thing..to break him. Now without his chin on chest to
hinder her she could apply the necessary duress to his neck. Deliberately and
with great relish she turned his head further and further. The ecstasy of each
ligament failure each vertebrate fractures tingled her powerful body with base
pleasure. Until finally the neck dislocated with a dampened tear. Margaret let
out a chesty laugh, as she felt is body goes limp in her grip. Graham's mouth
flapped like a beached fish, still alive but his body useless, his spinal
column severed. Margaret eased his body down between her mighty thighs almost
coiling his formless mass like rope. Graham's eyes wide looking up is
disbelief at his beautiful mature destroyer. She pinches his head between her
robust thighs his head tilted up compressed looking into the eyes of his
potent assassin. Margaret starts to tighten her grip on his head, it bends and
distorts under the frightening press of her deadly legs. She smiles down as
his face starts in fold in on its self

'Once again' she remarks 'Game' her talking punctuated by a savage crush of
power,

'Set' another bolt of ruthless feminine force crunches his head still further,

'And mmmaaaatttttch' Margaret voice trails off in an satisfied growl as the
final squeeze caves his head in, killing him instantly. She was done, for poor
Graham it was over.

Margaret slowly stretches out her potent leg, mincing his head still further
in her chilling grip before letting the gore mess flop to the floor

'Oohh' coos Margaret 'that was soooo ggooodd' a quick couple of fingers to her
crouch check her sloopy mound. She looks round the coast was clear, another
faultless performance she congratulates herself, another total victory. Her
celebrations are halted by the sight of a petite figure standing away near the
driveway entrance. Margaret smiles to her self and jumps into her car. The
motor fires and she speeds away from the scene of carnage. She stops up by the
girlfriend and swings the door open. The young blonde jumps in without
hesitation.

Margaret turns to her and roughly grabs her ponytail pulling her head back.
The girl shivers with erotic anticipation. Margaret turns her head towards her
and fixes her with her piercing dark eyes.

'Just the two of us now honey' purrs Margaret 'And I've got a little job for
you'

With that she pulls the willing blonde's face down and into her wet crouch.
Without faltering her young tongue goes to work.

'Oohhh' moans Margaret 'Good girl' and slips the gearshift into drive. This
will be an enjoyable drive home she smiles as her first orgasm starts to
build.

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