Trinity vs. Mrs.Ash II
by Pygmalion


    Before I start writing about the rematch I thought I would indulge on
a little pre-fight hype.  I've talked with the two combatants
separately about their first fight and here's what they had to say.
 
    Trinity:  My triumph over Mrs. Ash late last spring gave me quite the
sense of accomplishment.  I've been in fights before and won, but there
was just something very different about this one.  If size or age doesn't
matter then why do I feel so good about beating up a woman much bigger
and older than me?  Sure if she were a fat blob that was over the hill in
age it probably wouldn't have been as fun as it was to better her in a
fight.
    Better my ass!  I knocked that bitch out cold.  I didn't completely
dominate her she did manage to bruise my cheek and leave some scratch
marks on my face and body, but I really fu'ed her up.
    Blooding her lip, bruising a jaw, a shiner on an eye, and like I said
knocking her out.  I planned on stripping her a keeping her clothes as
trophies, but when her 12 year old son came in blubbering about his
unconcious mom I have to admit I did feel a little bit guitly about what
I was going to do.  I walked away unsatisfied.
    I really wanted to see what treasures lied beneath her clothing. 
Mrs. A is hot.  Big breasted, big firm body, blue eyes that sparkle like
diamonds, and she has a soft complexion.  When cosidering that my door
swings both ways I guess you can understand my curiosity.
    Another thing I'm curious about is how a woman so big and built like
she is isn't any stronger nor can punch any harder than she can.  I
planned on paying her a visit one summer day while her son was away at
summer camp and her husband was at work.
 
    Mrs. Ash:  I'm a happy go lucky type of woman, but something changed
last spring.  I got beat up by some girl that lives down the street from
me.  It was bad enough she was able to knock me out in my own home but
when I awoke and saw my 12 year old son crying over me my heart sank.
    I felt so embarrassed both for him and for me.  He's always had this
conception about his father and I being invincible but I end up getting
my but kicked by some scrawny girl that's actually smaller than my 12
year old son.  My husband at first didn't believe me; because of the
physical advantages I possesed over Trinity.  When I insisted that's whom
handed me the butt kicking and my son confirmed it by telling him that
she was the one he saw when he came home from riding his bike my husband
 was upset but instead of senselessly seeking revenge he tried comforting
me by holding me while I cried. 
    Truthfully I was crying more for my son than myself.  At my age I've
realized there are some things more important than winning a fight, but
to a 12 year old boy...  well you can imagine.  I always felt my sons
view point about me was justified.
    I'm a stalwart and voloptous woman.  I workout four times a week. 
I'm in good shape considering my age.  I'm a former athlete back in my
school days. 
    Granted I'd never been in a fight before but I thought for certain
that I would fair much better than I did against Trinity.  My husband is
a big guy but doesn't workout.  He assumes I'm stronger than him.  He
maybe right, but I'll never really know because when we wrestle he pretty
much just lets me do whatever to him.
    We didn't wrestle around before, but after my fight with Trinity he
figured I could use the practice.  That as well as hitting a punching
bag.  No its not my husband either.
    I must admit this wrestling around stuff with him has enhanced our
sex life.  Plus after grappling with his big 250 pound body I'm quite
confident that womanhandling Trinity in a rematch is quite the
possibility.  Don't get me wrong I'm not going to go out looking for
revenge, but should she come my way again she better watch out.
   
    Now to the fight.  It was a summer weekday, and no one else seemed to
be around.  Trinity's mom was at work while her brother was away at
summer camp. 
    Things weren't any different at the Ash residence.  Mr. Ash away at
work and their son was away at summer camp.  Things seemed to simmer down
since the debacle between Mrs. Ash and Trinity a couple of months ago. 
The two boys were playing together again and Trinity even apologized to
Mrs. Ash for kicking her ass as well as apologizing to Mr. Ash and boy
Ash.  Mrs. Ash returned the favor by apologizing to Trinity's mom and
brother for the ugly incident between the two boys.
    Mrs. Ash decided to take a day off from her home mailing and spend
some leisure time.  Before going out for a day of shopping she decided to
take a shower.  She came out of her bedroom in her thin materialed satin
black bathrobe.  Looking as radiantly beautiful as only she can.   The
black bathrobe illuminated her soft snowy complexion.  Her complexion
highlighted her striking blonde hair. 
    No sooner than she stepped out of her bedroom though did she see a
familiar face.  Needless to say Trinity's presence was  unexpected and it
startled Mrs. Ash a bit.  Trinity smirked at seeing this woman that was
half a foot taller and much bigger than her jump.
    "What are you doing here?  I didn't hear the doorbell."
    "The door was open so I thought I'd let myself in."
    Mrs. Ash couldn't help but notice Trinity wearing nothing but a gold
bikini and carrying a black duffle bag.  A certain look Trinity had in
her eyes made Mrs. Ash squimish.  Trinity was stimulated by Mrs. Ash's
apparent nervousness.  Trinity took a couple of steps forward while Mrs.
Ash took one step backward.
    "Mrs. Ash.  You and I have unfinished business."
    Despite exchanging pleasant apologies the two of them were secretly
pining for a rematch with the other.  Seeing Trinity here and now brought
back memories and suddenly Mrs. Ash didn't want any part of her. 
    "No we don't!  Get out of my house!"
    Mrs. Ash tried to sound authoritative but her voice stammered and her
shaking body were signs that she wasn't in charge.  Trinity only chuckled
and dropped the duffle bag.
    "Oh Mrs. A, you're so sexy when you try to be bossy.''
    Mrs. Ash tried to assert herself by reminding herself that this was
her house and that this little peon wouldn't be a match for her.  Last
time had to be a fluke.
    "You better get out of my house!  I'm warning you!"
    Her voice stammered again.  Trinity didn't respond with word but only
stepped forward flipped up the bathrobe.  She caught a glimpse of red
pussy lips, but Mrs. Ash pulled it down quickly and clutched it tightly.
    "Oh you nasty little snot!  I oughta slap you!"
    Trinity only chuckled at the threat and slapped Mrs. Ash across the
face.
    "You mean like that?"
    Mrs. Ash gasped and put her other hand on her face.  With both of
Mrs. Ash's hands being occupied Trinity took the opprotunity and untied
the belt the kept the bathrobe closed.  It would only take a swift tug
since it wasn't tied in a knot.  Trinity was even further amused when
Mrs. Ash tried maintaining her modesty by trying to tie the belt in a
knot, but with just one hand she found out that was impossible.  Trinity
smirked again and decided to play a little game with Mrs. Ash.
    I'm not sure what the game would be called, but Trinity flipped up
the bathrobe again.  Mrs. Ash gasped and stop trying her knot tying and
pulled the bathrobe down.  Trinity tug the belt of the bathrobe.  Mrs.
Ash let out a sigh of frustration and tried tying it with one hand. 
Trinity then pulled on a shoulder of the bathrobe down so to bare a broad
shoulder.
    From there you can probably imagine things speeding up.  Flip up
bathrobe, tug the belt, bare both shoulders.  All the while Mrs. Ash is
either sighing or grunting in frustration and even spit an idle threat at
Trinity a couple of times.  Before too long Trinity having quicker hands
made it impossible for Mrs. Ash to keep up.
    Trinity finally crossed the line when she gave the belt such a hard
tug that it came out of the loops of the bathrobe.  That earned her a
smack across the face.  Mrs. Ash tried pulling her hand back but Trinity
caught it by the wrist and punched Mrs. Ash in the gut.  The punch hit
dead on and Mrs. Ash is soft in the middle so it knocked the wind out of
her causing her to double over.
    Trinity took the opprotunity to pull the bathrobe up over Mrs. Ash's
head like a hockey player does a jersey in a fight on the ice.
Mrs. Ash pulled away from her.  Trinity dropped the robe as her mouth
dropped open.  Mrs. Ash noticed Trinity was entranced by her body.  She
wasn't sure if she should be flattered or frightened.
    "Take a good look because you're not getting a piece of this."
    The big solid bodied voluptous striking blonde informed the little
pervert from down the street.  Trinity was so enthralled with Mrs. Ash's
body she didn't even hear her.  If you like big women then Mrs. Ash is
your type of a woman.  Her body doesn't look at all like a 41 year
old's.  More like 28.
    "Geewillickers Mrs. Ash.  With the way your built you should be able
to put me down easily.  If nothing else suffocate me in those huge
boobs."
    Trinity fantasized about that last thought.  While she was enthralled
in her fantasy
    Mrs. Ash took the advice and grabbed two handfuls of Trinity's hair
and put the skinny 20 year old in a headlock.  Trinity was too quick and
slid out of the headlock before Mrs. Ash could lock it on.  She stepped
behind her big foe and punched her in the kidney and then kicked her in
the butt.  Mrs. Ash turned around and Trinity goaded her some more.
    "Come on big lady.  You're not going to let a scrawny twerp like me
kick your butt again are you?"
    Mrs. Ash took her own picture plaque off the wall and threw it at
Trinity.  The picture missed the target and wood shattered up  against
the opposite wall. The covering was unbreakable plexi-glass, so that
wouldn't be an issue.  Mrs. Ash dove at Trinity, but she was too quick
for the large woman and Mrs. Ash collided with the wall head first.  The
blow knocked the towering woman down on her rump.  Trinity wasted no time
and wrapped one arm around Mrs. Ash's throat and started punching her in
her pretty face with the other fist. 
    Mrs. Ash frantically but unsuccessfully tried deflecting the punches
with her hands.  After getting her face reddened by the punches Mrs. Ash
began to panic with fear.  For some reason this incident to her seemed
worst than the first.  Part of that was because Trinity had her stripped
naked.  The other part was she realized that she really wasn't as
prepared as she had thought.
    Trinity was only beginning to work the stalwart mother and wife
over.  After being satisfied with hearing wimpering pleads from the woman
whose house she invaded Trinity optioned for a different approach.  She
hammerlocked Mrs. Ash's arm and really wrenched up on it. 
    Hoping to relieve the pressure Mrs. Ash positioned herself on her
knees and placed her free hand down on the carpet.  She was wide eyed
with panic.  Trinity liked the position that Mrs. Ash optioned for and
like a jockey riding a horse she straddled the big woman's back.  She
applied more pressure to the hammerlock hold.
    Mrs. Ash shut her eyes tightly and winced in pain.  Her foe though
little was quite vicious and reluctant with the hold she had her arm in
and was slowly removing oxygen from the Mrs. Ash's big solid body by not
only keeping one arm drapped around her throat but by tightening the
chokehold.  Mrs. Ash moaned and grunted in discomfort as she tried to
figure a way out of this trap, but being an inexperienced fighter she
couldn't come up with anything.
    Trinity was listening to the moaning and grunting and was becoming
aroused.  Once again she visually surveyed the size and thickness of her
opponent and compared what she saw to herself and realized she couldn't
allow herself to be aroused just yet, so she became more aggressive.  She
unwrapped her arm from around Mrs. Ash's throat and started pelting
punches into the big woman's solid body. 
    She kept the hammerlock hold on with the other hand and started
bouncing up and down the small of Mrs. Ash's back.  It took quite a many
punches but after getting pelted with punches to her back, kidneys, and
even reached around on to get punched in the stomach, and breast Mrs. Ash
gave in and was now lying face down on her carpeted floor.  She couldn't
believe this was happening.  She realized she obviously wasn't just not
prepared to fight but on this particular day that was suppose to be for
relaxation she didn't want to fight.
    Trinity wasn't satisfied to this point.  Sure she'd been jilted so
far.  Seeing Mrs. Ash naked, hearing groan after getting punched, and so
forth just wasn't satisfying enough.  She let go of the hammerlock hold
and stood up off Mrs. Ash.  Mrs. Ash was hoping that the mele was over,
but Trinity was just getting started.  
    It took some effort to turn Mrs. Ash over and once she was Trinity
plopped down on Mrs. Ash knees first right into the weakened woman's soft
stomach.  Needless to say a big oommmppphh of air escaped Mrs. Ash's
body.  For her it was a shame because she couldn't breath and when
Trinity took the liberty of treating Mrs. Ash boobs like
giant tetherballs she could only wish she could beg for mercy.  Trinity
was having the time of her life treating this motherly woman 21 years her
senior this way, and not only that don't forget she completely dwarfs
Trinity.
    Trinity couldn't help but to think of how ironic it would be for a
young little slip like herself to take this gargantious woman by
comparison to herself and put her over her lap and give her a paddling. 
She finally stopped slapping the big boobs around.  Mrs. Ash thought for
certain that this whole mess was over with, but once Trinity was off of
her she at first seemed to be trying to help Mrs. Ash to her feet by
putting her hands under Mrs. Ash's arm pits, but instead she stood behind
her and started dragging her toward the black duffle bag.
    Trinity did note that Mrs. Ash's armpits were quite smooth and well
waxed. 
    "What are you going to do to me now?"
    Mrs. Ash asked in bewilderement.  Trinity drug her over to the duffle
bag and helped the big tall woman stand up.
    "You're going to receive a dose of discipline."
    "Please.  Don't beat me up anymore."
    "If you cooperate I won't."
    Trinity informed her as she reached in the duffle bag and pulled out
a thick paddle.  She stepped over and stood in front of Mrs. Ash.  Seeing
the paddle brought back memories of her sorrority days.  Though Mrs. Ash
never received a paddling she gave quite a few.  Even when she was just a
pledge the sorrority sisters were just too afraid of her, but now 20 some
years later some little 20 year old was going to give her a paddling in
her own front room.
    This was absolutely outlandish, and given normal circumstance she
wouldn't have tolerated it, but Trinity had whipped her twice and she
wasn't sure she could do anything to stop this from happening. 
Submissively she resigned to Trinity grabbing her pussy lips and walking
her over to her couch.  Even though no one was around to see it just to
know that this was happening to her and at whose hand was humiliating
enough for Mrs. Ash.
    Once over to the couch Trinity before sitting down took one last look
at Mrs. Ash.  She reached around Mrs. Ash and placed the paddle down on
the couch.  What happened from there Mrs. Ash herself wasn't quite sure
how she felt about it.
    Trinity started caressing the motherly woman's firm hips.  She worked
her way up to her waist and on up to the midrift.  Then over to her
breast.  Trinity lifted up on them carefully with her hands at the bottom
of each breast.
    "These are heavy. These alone probably way more than I do.  How is it
you let me come into her home and whip your ass a second time?"
   The question was more of a rhetorical one, so Trinity didn't wait for
an answer even though she was looking right up into Mrs. Ash diamondesque
sparkling eyes.  Trinity looked at those tempting lucious lips.  As if
she were finishing of a dance she dipped Mrs. Ash and gave her a big wet
sloppy kiss.  Mrs. Ash's eyes were as big as half dollars.  She pushed
Trinity away and stood up straight.  She thought about slapping her
across the face but figured that would only spark a beating.  Besides
Mrs. Ash didn't want to admit it but she was a bit flattered that this
cute as a button 20 year old thought she was hot at 41 years of age.
    Mrs. Ash didn't need to slap Trinity to provoke a beating.  The
pushing away to Trinity was provocation enough.  She picked up the
paddle and gave it one big slap on her hand.  The 20 year old 5'5" girl
reached up and grabbed the 41 year old 5'11" woman by the ear and twisted
it.  Mrs. Ash yelled out. 
    Trinity stepped around and guided Mrs. Ash along.  She plopped down
on the couch after she let go of the ear.  She slapped her lap as
invitation for Mrs. Ash to willfully reply, but Mrs. Ash didn't
understand the signal and really didn't think 20 year old Trinity was
serious about giving her a big, mature,41 year old,  mother of one and
wife a paddling.  Trinity reached out a gave Mrs. Ash's pussy a pinch and
twist.
    "YEEEOOOOWWWW!"
    Mrs. Ash yelled out and began to wimper.  After that she could've set
a record for how fast she would be lying perfectly but not necessarily
comfortably across Trinity's lap.  The humiliation of the paddling
began.  That thick paddle caused as much of a sting as it looked like it
would.  Her whole body jilted after each swat.  She fought hard to keep
inside of her the pain this was causing.  She finally broke down and
cried.
    Trinity was satisfied and pushed Mrs. Ash off her with a heaving
grunt of effort.  A humiliated Mrs. Ash fell on the floor in front of
her.
    "Sense your down there Mrs. A there's one more thing I want you to
do."
    Mrs. Ash didn't at first have a clue as to what that might be until
she saw Trinity remove her bikini thong and invited Mrs. Ash to a
buffett.  Mrs. Ash was so fearful of what Trinity might do next that she
willfully replied, or at least that's what she'd let Trinity think.  Mrs.
Ash ate Trinity out and Trinity was both surprised and impressed at
how good the old pro was at this. 
    In a matter of time Trinity would climax.  Once she did she put her
thong back on and stood up.  Mrs. Ash took her place on the couch and
seemed to be expecting Trinity would eat her out, but Trinity had other
plans.  She took her paddle and put it away in the duffle bag.  She then
took out a strap on dildo and put it on.  
    Mrs. Ash's eyes grew big with horror.  That dildo was the biggest
she'd ever seen.  She knew there would be no way around this but it was
going to hurt.
    "Stand up."
    Trinity ordered.  Mrs. Ash slowly stood up and once she was on her
feet Trinity twisted a tit nipple and walked Mrs. Ash over to a wall. 
She would first make Mrs. Ash stand back against the wall.  Once both of
them were in position Trinity rammed the dildo into Mrs. Ash's pussy.
    Mrs. Ash gasped and her eyes crossed.  Trinity wrapped her arms
around Mrs. Ash's waist.  From there rough sex took place.  This wasn't
really rape because Mrs. Ash never told her "no" or "stop" and secretly
though this was painful Mrs. Ash was turned on.  She wished her husband
would be this aggressive with her, but never said anything because she
was afraid he might think she was perverted.
    The time of climaxing came, but Trinity wasn't done.  She turned Mrs.
Ash around and stuck the dildo in her rectum.  Mrs. Ash howled out upon
the point of penetration.  Once again Trinity did her thing but this time
there wasn't a climax only abuse.  Mrs. Ash felt dirty on one hand, but
also felt liberated on the other. 
    She realized Trinity had the absolute hots for her and though she was
a married woman she would have rendevousz with Trinity off and on. 
Granted when Mr. Ash came home that night and saw a matching bruise on
each of his lovely wife's face cheek he was livid.  Not only was she
bruised there but also on her back and butt.  The butt bruises made him
curious.  It wasn't hard for Mrs. Ash to sell a humiliated tale of
getting beat up and then paddled because in a way she did feel ashamed.
    The spanking was all the further she went.  She never told her
husband about the rough sex, but that pervert imagined it.  That night
they had some of the best sex they'd ever had.  Neither wanted to tell
the other why.  Their respective dirty little secrets seemed to intensify
and better their sex life.
 
    I just may have to pull that guy in her someday and have him
explain himself, or maybe even share some of his fantasies.  I don't
know.  I'll let you the reader's decide.  email rswf@pcis.net and let me
know
Pygmalion