Tales of Helen and Lisa
By Sam James
Chapter 2 - An evening of combat

Helen had a roomy apartment in a converted stable block in the grounds of 
the school and I arrived only a  few moments after she got back from work. 
She was still dressed in her teachers' "uniform" of long-sleeved white 
frilly blouse and ankle length skirt, in the Quaker style of the school's 
founders, which would have looked frumpy on a short woman but very elegant 
on Helen's nearly 6ft frame.
	She gave me a warm kiss and poured a glass of wine, and then she said, "Sit 
down, there's a couple of things I want to tell you before Lisa arrives.
	"I hope we shall be seeing more of each other, so I want to be totally 
honest and put you in the picture about Lisa. She's one of the most 
beautiful females you are ever likely to meet ...but she's also a screaming 
bundle of sexual hormones. I'm not exactly undersexed myself, but Lisa makes 
me look like a maiden aunt ... she homes in on her target like a Sidewinder 
missile. She really is 'Little Miss if-it-wears-pants-and-it-moves, fuck 
it.' And she's not too particular about the pants, either...."
	I went to say something, but Helen placed her finger on my lips, and went 
on. "Yes, females as well, which is where I come in, because in this neck of 
the woods there aren't too many available males. Rather than stalk the 
caretaker's poor old German Shepherd dog, Lisa and I get together perhaps a 
bit more often than we should."
	I had to laugh at the vision she conjured up. "You mean you're a 
Lesbian....", but Helen shook her head. "No, I much prefer men, and so does 
Lisa, but we also very much enjoy each other .. we just go to bed together 
for sex, there's no emotional tie, except for an affectionate fondness".
	I asked Helen how she and Lisa had met and for a moment she was quiet. Then 
she related the story of their first meeting. They'd both been invited to a 
swimming party at the home of a mutual friend who ran a riding stables in 
the forest a few miles away. During the swimming they had become friendly 
and Helen had perceived Lisa admiring her physique.
	When Lisa went to the changing hut to get dressed Helen went in also and 
took the next "stall". Each stall had a washbasin and mirror and a hairdryer 
on a shared table between them. They finished their hair at about the same 
time and as Lisa went to reach for the dryer Helen had picked it up and with 
a big grin said, "Fight you for it, honey!"
	"As I took hold of the dryer and raised it towards my head", related Helen, 
"I felt Lisa's fingers fasten round my wrist and she said softly, "No 
contest". Still laughing I continued to bring my arm up... only suddenly it 
wasn't going anywhere and I felt my hand being pulled towards Lisa.
	"I couldn't believe what was happening. I could see my arm muscles standing 
out but despite my every effort Lisa was still straightening my arm. Then 
she tightened her grip on my wrist until I squealed in pain and let the 
dryer go... and she neatly caught it in her other hand. I realised then that 
Lisa was something special. She was already teaching PE at a college some 
miles away and when a position came up at this school she was only too keen 
to apply for it - we've been more than pals ever since.
	"But you'll find it's a strange friendship" said Helen cryptically, and at 
that moment the entryphone sounded and Helen said, "That's Lisa ... just one 
last thing. When she homes in on you, as she will, I don't expect you to run 
away." Helen gave me a wicked grin, "Just enjoy whatever is offered.!"
	Lisa was a surprise. After Helen's comment that she and Lisa were 
physically evenly matched, I'd expected her to be a massively muscled 
bodybuilder type, but she was younger and slightly shorter than Helen, a 
stunningly beautiful, green-eyed, raven-haired girl, with no obvious muscle 
on her voluptuous, olive-skinned body. She was wearing flat pumps, a loosely 
belted robe, no bra and as far as I could see not much else.
	Helen introduced us and then said, "I'm going to shower and change into my 
combat gear .. be nice to each other while I'm gone!"
	I poured Lisa a drink and took it across to the chair where she was 
sitting. "Put it on the side table, please, Sam" she said, and as I did so 
she came out of the chair like a jungle cat, her silk-smooth arms sliding 
round my neck, pulling me in towards her.
	For a moment I thought she was going to try and wrestle me to the floor and 
I tensed to resist, but her mouth suddenly descended on mine and I felt her 
tongue driving into me, the tip like a live animal reaching almost to the 
back of my throat in an eruption of sheer carnal sexuality.
	Her robe fell away and she stood naked and tongue-raped me, her hips, 
stomach and pubes undulating and pulsing against me, almost massaging me 
into an orgasm. And all the time she held me quite helpless, locked in a 
vice of hidden muscle that I knew instinctively I could not break. Just as 
suddenly she released me and stepped back, her face flushed with the triumph 
of combat, grinned and said, "Hello, Sam". But at that moment my only 
thought was of Helen's opinion that she and Lisa were "evenly matched". 
Someone was kidding someone, because there was no way Helen, with all her 
superb muscles, would stand a snowball in hell's chance against this 
raven-haired amazon.
	When Helen returned Lisa and I were sitting well apart, looking about as 
innocent as small children caught up an apple tree. I could see from Helen's 
little smile that she knew something had happened, but she put the food on 
to heat and then dropped her own robe to reveal the full naked splendour of 
her tanned, high-breasted and powerfully muscled body.
	The two girls went face-to-face and locked their arms around each other in 
a bear hug, obviously their usual way of starting. For over a minute they 
stood motionless, Lisa's body tense but showing only a slight flex of sinewy 
power, Helen's muscles coiling like liquid granite as she exerted every 
ounce of her strength.
	But suddenly Helen began to utter little gasping moans and her head fell 
forward on to Lisa's shoulder, her face contorted with effort and pain. I 
saw her knees begin to buckle and a smile of triumph crossed Lisa's face. 
But Helen, humiliatingly beaten in a straight contest of strength, changed 
tactics. Releasing her grip on her opponent, she swept a long, powerful leg 
behind Lisa's and the two girls went to the floor in a thrashing tangle of 
breasts and biceps, rolling back and forth with first one on top and then 
the other.
	I watched enthralled as Helen, summoning all the power of her magnificent 
frame, struggled to pin Lisa. But as the battle raged I could see that she 
was being steadily outfought... and also that Lisa was playing with her, 
letting her think she stood a chance.
	Time and again Helen tried to get her fantastic legs round Lisa, but each 
time her nubile opponent fought her way free, once actually taking hold of 
Helen's ankles and pulling her legs apart with an awesome display of sheer 
animal strength. When this happened Helen just lay and whimpered, totally 
demoralised that the leg muscles of which she was so proud were helpless 
against Lisa's arms and shoulders!.
	At last it was all over and Helen was on her back, straddled by her 
opponent, with her wrists pinned to the floor. For long seconds she tried to 
get free, her powerful body writhing and heaving, her muscles swelling and 
straining helplessly against her young conqueror.
	Finally she gave up and turned her head and looked at me, and there were 
tears of frustration in her eyes. I said, "Come on, Helen, show me what you 
can do". For a few seconds I saw her muscles bulge with one last desperate 
effort, but then she gasped, "I can't do anything, she's just too strong for 
me". Then Helen stared at Lisa, realisation sinking in. "You bitch, you've 
been playing with me all these weeks, you could have taken me every time, 
couldn't you?!"
	Lisa laughed, "Sure, honey, but that wouldn't have been any fun, would it?"
	Suddenly Lisa released Helen's arms and clamped her hands each side of the 
beaten girl's head. Then she leant forward and closed her lips on Helen's 
and as their faces melded together I realised that Lisa was delivering the 
same kind of explosively sexual tongue-raping that had almost driven me to 
my knees earlier. Helen's body was writhing, her hands straining vainly at 
Lisa's wrists ... but then it changed. Helen's body suddenly went still and 
tense, her hands slid up Lisa's arms and on to her back, her fingers 
exploring and caressing the hidden muscles that rippled like silken steel 
under the velvet skin.
	I saw Helen's powerful legs open wide and slide round the black-haired 
young amazon, gripping and massaging her in a frenzied vice of muscled 
ecstasy. Lisa forced her hips against Helen with savage strength, her pubes 
rippling against the big blonde and bringing her straining body to a pulsing 
crescendo of orgasm.
	As she came Helen gave a strangled cry and her torso arched upwards, every 
sinew standing out as she did sexual battle with the girl who was taking her 
with such breathtaking power.
	And then it was over. Lisa rolled onto her back and Helen lay prostrate, 
her splendid muscles defeated and exhausted by the smaller girl's incredible 
sexual and physical assault.
	I sat transfixed by what I had witnessed, but finally the two girls sat up 
and regarded me with some amusement. "Time we ate" said Helen, scrambling to 
her feet and helping Lisa up. "Yeah... you hungry, Sam?" responded Lisa, and 
gave me a lecherous grin.
	The meal was excellent, but consumed in silence. After coffee and brandy 
Helen said to me, "Right, you're on next, you've just got to choose which of 
us you want to fight!" ^B
	I was placed in a terrible quandary - did I choose Helen, whom I adored and 
wanted to get to grips with more than anything else, or did I choose Lisa, 
whose beauty and phenomenal strength were affecting me like a drug?  I was 
holding back, and then with a shock I suddenly realised why ... I was scared 
to fight Lisa!
	It was the old male ego thing, that I thought I didn't suffer from. For the 
first time in my life I was facing a woman who, under her soft curves 
possessed the muscles of a puma and I knew I would have to submit to her 
superior strength. And I couldn't face that, especially in front of Helen.
	But my dilemma was solved by Lisa herself, who suddenly stood up and said, 
"Helen, you need a win. Get on that floor with Sam and take him apart, or 
I'll never kiss you again!" And she disappeared into the kitchen to do the 
washing up.
	Helen smiled, stood up and her robe fell away from her naked body. She drew 
herself to her full height and gave a slow, sensual stretch, every muscle in 
her body coiling in sculptured splendour. She looked at me with undisguised 
lust and said softly, "Just so you can see what you're up against, because 
I'm going to give you the fight of your life!"
(To be continued)