The Fruits  In This Case, Melons  of Victory
by Miranda
Whoever wins, your girlfriend's melons are gonna get squeezed 


"Just have a seat over there, honey. As soon as I dispose of 'thunder thighs'
here, we can get done to showing her how a real woman does it."

'Thunder thighs'? I know my legs are not the 'pencils' that pass for thighs in
Hollywood these days, but really. Actually, they are very full and firm, as
well as being beautifully shaped and tapered - in other words, perfect.
Especially for squeezing the stuffing out of hot shot guys like you.

I'm accostumed to getting calls from men asking me about wrestling/fighting,
but usually it's against their girlfriend, or whatever. You must figure you
need the extra boost for her to fight me in front of your girlfriend. I was
certainly glad when we met at the coffee shop that I asked to see Shaylan's
picture. It led me to insist on my own stipulation involving your girlfriend
if I won the match.

At 6 feet and 200 well-muscled pounds, you are one of the bigger guys I have
faced in a fight, but your cockiness is also my biggest advantage. Guys as big
and tough as you just can't imgine yourself losing to one as especially sexy
as I. You figure your size and strength are more than enough to handle my
kickboxing skills. I loved it when you insisted on going ahead even after
hearing of my expertise in this area.

Shaylan, sits on a stool as you loosen up and flex. What a showoff! No matter,
that just means more fun for me. I stare at you calmly, my face showing no
indication of how much I'm looking forward to whipping your ass. When you're
finally ready, you turn around, a dopey overconfident grin on your face. I
take off my minirobe so you and your girlfriend can see how hot I look decked
out in my (*) string bikini. Like most guys, your jaw drops when you get the
full picture for the first time - all 5'9", 150 lb of it on a curvy 36D-26-38
figure. For the first time tonight, I turn to look at your girlfriend and
smile.

"Hope you like what's waiting for you," I tease. "'Cause I'm certainly looking
forward to getting with you." Shaylan just turns away. When I look back at
you, your mouth still looks like it could take in a skyscraper.

"Uh, this was susposed to be a fight," I continue. "Not a yawning
competition." You finally close your mouth, look over at your girlfriend and
nod, then start to walk toward me. Just as you bring your arms up in a
fighting stance, I snap a sharp left between your hands that flattens your
nose. You stagger back with a howl, both hands over your nose.

I step back and look at Shaylan. "I hope he's a better finisher than starter,"
I taunt. She barely acknowledges me, instead yells support and encouragement
to you. No matter, the fun has just begun.

You approach more tentatively this time, your hands already up high. When I
feint another jab you hop backwards warily. Instead of following you in, I
patiently wait for you to advance forward. When you see me make no further
attempts, you stick out a pawing jab. I just ignore it. Not getting any
reaction you move a bit closer and try again. Getting impatient, you lean
forward and throw a wild right, which I easily avoid. When you try another
left, I block it with my right, throw a straight left jab to your chin, and
before you can recover I throw a spinning backhand right to your mouth.

The blow causes you to spin away with another loud cry of pain. I again let
you recover. I smile inwardly when I see the combination of anger and
embarrassment in your eyes. Now is the time you are most likely to do
something really stupid to try and appease your unsettled male pride. Sure
enough, you rush at me and throw a quick left-right combination at my head
that I easily avoid. You follow those moves by trying a snap kick at my
midsection. I smoothly grab your leg to smother your attempt, then sweep your
other leg to send you flopping down to the padded floor.

When I look over at Shaylan, her face is full of concern as she clenches her
fists and continues to yell encouragement that is now tinged with desparation.
She wouldn't sound like that if she knew what was coming. But business before
pleasure as I refocus on you. I move in again and start feinting a series of
left jabs to your head, as if trying to measure distance. I time them so that
you have a chance to get the rhythm. Sure enough, just when you think you've
got the timing down, you try to throw a right over the jab. I quickly bring
back my hand to block the punch and drive my own right to your midsection.
With an explosive grunt you double over.

While you're still bent over, I slide to my left, bring up my right foot and
thrust it into your side, knocking you down. You roll over several times to
try and get away, but I move in when you are on your hands and knees and
deliver a solid kick to your ribs causing you to flip over onto your back.

Shaylan is now looking on with disbelief, her hands over her mouth. When I
look back at you, you are unsteadily getting to your feet gasping trying to
get air back into your lungs. I wait until you are upright before moving in
again. I can see the pain mixed with doubt and confusion in your eyes. You
can't believe how fast I am, and you couldn't imagine how hard my blows would
be.

Your eyes move down, and you seem to be focussing on my midsection. I am
surprised by the way you are staring, because during the initial interview,
and from looks of Shaylan, I'd say your a 'breast' man. Not that I care, since
one part of my body is just as perfectly beautiful as another. Suddenly, you
bend down again and charge at me. It then comes back to me that in discussing
this fight, you kept going on about how you wanted to be a wrestler.

I am able to get my hands down to take the force out of your shoulder block.
But you are still able to get your arms around my waist and force me back to
the wall. Angered that I let my vanity diminish my focus, I drive my right
knee up into your chest, producing a loud grunt and loosening the grip of your
arms. I then clasp my hands together and chop down on your back. With another
loud grunt, you slide down to the mat on your left side.

Since you like wrestling, I decide to show you a few of my moves. I use my
foot to push you onto your back, I then do a leg drop across your upper chest.
When you bring your arms up to your chest, I do an elbow drop into the bit of
your stomach. After you roll away clutching your pained guts and moaning, I
move in behind you and grab your hair. I pull your head back between my
'thunder' thighs, cross my ankles, and squeeze your head. You feebly claw at
those shapely crushers, as your moans are swallowed up by my fleshy quads.

After giving you several minutes to truly appreciate the size and shape of my
thighs, I release the scissor-hold, roll away and get to my feet. As I watch
while you slowly struggle to stand up, I decide that this farce has gone on
long enough. It's time to get what I really came for.

A series of lightning fast kicks up to the muscles of your arms and shoulders,
leave them numb with pain. Unable defend your self or launch a counterattack,
I move in to start breaking down your abdominal wall. Jarring punches from
both hands pound into your abs from your waistband up to your ribcage. I
delight in the explosive grunts as each blow drives home. Your six-pack is
quivering as each punch is able to penetrate deeper into your body. Slashing
hooks rip into your obliques making you look like a rag doll as you bend from
side to side around each punch.

The force of the punches has sent you staggering back across the room. This
won't do. You need to be in front of your girlfriend for your defeat. I grab
you by the shoulders, lean back and monkey flip you back across the room. I
spring back to my feet and leap over to you. I reach down, grab you by the
shoulders, lift you up and throw you back into the wall to the right of your
girlfriend.

"Now I'll show you why I have 'thunder' thighs," I annouce to Shaylan. She is
watching with her hands pressed together over her mouth and nose. I don't know
if you have ever done this before, or if so, how often, but the expression on
her face tells me she is not accustomed to seeing so thoroughly whipped. And
the fact that it's another woman is making it even harder for her to take.

When I look back at you, you are struggling to breathe and stay on your feet.
In your face I see a mixture of pain, embarrassment and desparation. Seeing
both of you so completely unnerved helps stoke the flames I need to power more
blows. I press my left arm across the top of your chest, then use my right leg
to 'thunder' my knee and thigh over and over up into your chest and
midsection. Soon your head is hanging down, jerking spasmodically when another
blow drives home.

I then throw a jolting right to your midsection. I use the follow through to
spin and drive my left elbow into the same spot before you can fall forward. A
right uppercut to the solar plexus doubles you over again. I then drive my
left into your right kidney, sending you to your knees. I kick you in the side
with my right foot flipping you over onto you back.

I kneel down onto the floor beside you and grab your right arm to turn you
around. I then lift you up so that I can slide my left leg under your back.
Next, I drop my right leg across your pummelled midsection. I once again cross
my ankles, then squeeze with my 'thunder thighs' bringing a loud cry of
complaint from your trembling lips. Unable to bear it any more, Shaylan hides
her face completely in her hands.

"Tell her she has to look," I order you. But that imperative is wasted, as you
can barely breathe, let alone talk. So I address my comments to her. "You have
to look, honey, or I'll just squeeze harder.

That gets Shaylan's attention, as her head slowly comes up. Now I liked her
even more. She has watched her man get pummelled and humiliated by another
woman, but although clearly upset by it, was neither crying her eyes out or
cursing at me and promising revenge. My feelings toward her cause me to do
something I normally don't. While not intending by any means to release the
scissors hold, I decide not to apply it with full force. Normally that would
have meant a long, drawn-out finish to the match. But there is something I
want, and the sooner I got to it the better.

I brace myself on the floor with my left hand and grab your head of hair with
my right. I pull your head forward until your nose and mouth are smothered by
my breasts. I then slightly increase the pressure. I let out a sharp moan as
your sweat covered face weakly jostles my magnificent mounds as you fight to
get desparately needed air back into your body after my scissors has squeezed
it out of you.

As your efforts weaken, I look up at Shaylan. "It won't be long now," I
predict. "Which is too bad for him, because he really seems to be enjoying
this hold." After she glances down at your swollen crotch, her face flushes
with anger, but I'm not sure if it's at you or me. No matter, because after
one final squeeze, the burst of pain combined with the lack of oxygen sends
you into unconsciousness.

"Okay, honey. Off the stool," I order calmly after I release the holds. After
seeming to not hear, Shaylan slowly climbs down. "Now, while I get loverboy
here into position, you can get out of those clothes." She responds by staring
at me in disbelief. "I hope you didn't think I was just being a tease," I
continue smiling. "Your boyfriend agreed that you, or as much of you as I
could handle, would be my prize if I won. And as you can see, despite what he
probably boasted, he isn't man enough to handle me."

After staring at me silently for another couple of seconds. She walks past me
and goes to the far wall. I go over to my bag and grab two sets of handcuffs.
I drag your sorry, limp body over to the stool, and prop it up against it. I
then use one pair of cuffs to lock your arms against its legs, and use the
other pair to shackle your ankles. I lightly slap both sides of your face a
couple of times to bring you around. Satisfied that you are sufficiently aware
of your surroundings to enjoy the coming attractions, I turn around to she if
Shaylan is ready.

"Well, he's set. How about y - ?" It's now my turn to catch skyscrapers. The
auburn-haired beauty is standing with her head down wearing only her shoes,
and a pair of black panties. Her arms are folded across, but unable to hide an
incredible pair of full round mounds. Somehow the clothes you had been wearing
had managed to

hide the magnificence of what I was now seeing. And oh yeah, beneath her arms
I can see a leather strap that is part of some kind of harness that goes up
around her neck and behind her back. You had obviously planned something wild
when you thought you would be able to best me.

Because of my silence resulting from trying to take all this in, Shaylan,
briefly lifts her head. When she sees me staring at her, she blushes and drops
her head again.

I take a deep breath to refocus, then move slowly toward. "No need to be
embarrassed, Shaylan," I say softly. "We're all just here to have a little
fun. It's okay for you to unfold your arms." She vigourously shakes her head
in response. Once I get in front of her, I gently reach out with my right hand
to stroke her face, but she turns her head away. When I try to unbuckle the
strap of the harness, she firmly, but without any other signs of malevolence,
moves my hand away. This obviously is going to require special handling.

I go back over to my things, and put on my four-inch heels. I then take off my
bikini top and head back to Shaylan. Normally, the disrobing would be part of
a teasing and dancing routine, but I'm totally focused on what I need to do to
gently crack that shell so that I can fully enjoy the pleasures within.

I walk back to Shaylan, and move in behind her. I can feel her tense up
without even touching her. I begin by gently massaging her shoulders and upper
arms. At first nothing changes, but after a few minutes, I can feel the
muscles begin to relax. I then move both hands down her back and over her
ribs. I can feel her start to tremble as my hands slowly move around to her
front. Trying not to make any sudden movements, I gradually make my way to the
strap beneath her breasts. I gently pull it down and away from her breasts as
far as it will go. I then slowly undo the buckle and loosen the strap. I go
back to her neck and find another buckle there that I also undo. I am then
able to ease the neck straps out from under her arms, remove the harness from
her body and toss it into the corner.

I go back to Shaylan's shoulder and start massaging again. While I continue to
carass her right shoulder with my right hand, I slowly move my left hand down
her left arm. When I feel her begin to tense up again, I slow the movement. I
go back to her left shoulder and begin making long strokes down her arm.

When I feel Shaylan's tensions ease, I extend the strokes down to the elbow,
then slowly down to the wrist. I can sense her nervousness, but she also seems
curious as to what I'm going to do. When I reach her wrist, I gently grasp it
with my hand. Again, meeting no resistance, I begin to lift it from her
breast. That action brings a soft gasp from her lips, but she does not tighten
her arm to stop it.

I bring Shaylan's arm up to my mouth and gently kiss the inside of her wrist.
This brings an even louder gasp. I then proceed to slowly lick her palm and
the tips of her fingers. I ease the arm back down toward her body. I slowly
press her hand down onto the soft warm skin of her stomache bringing a long
moan of pleasure from deep within her. Making sure I don't do anything that
might halt or reverse the progress I have made, I move her arm in circles
across around her bellybutton making sure not to go past the top of her
panties.

I then do the same thing to the right arm. By now the nervous tension from
before has been replaced by nervous anticipation, so I am able to move
Shaylan's hand more freely. Tuned into her rising sexual excitement, I resist
the urge to speed things up. I lift up her right arm and bend down to start
kissing it just below the elbow. Although hungry with desire, I am able to
teasingly work my way down to the her hand. As with the other one, I lick the
palm and finger tips. I then place it on the back of my hot neck, causing me
to moan in pleasure.

I teasingly move my hand back down Shaylan's right arm. As I get closer to her
shoulder, her breathing becomes more rapid. Going past her collarbone to the
top of her chest brings a moan that is quickly cut off. It sounds like she has
bitten her lip to try and control her escalating arousal.

I move my hand back across the top of her right breast and around the outside
of it. I bring my hand up and gently squeeze her right orb.

Shaylan suddenly frees her left hand from my wrist, and instead grabs my arm.
She thrusts my hand down between her thighs that are rubbing urgently
together. When she pulls it back up to her damp panties, she begins to shake
and moan loudly with pleasure. Her sudden movements unbalance her, nearly
causing us fall over.

I am able to keep control of my legs long enough to ease Shaylan down to the
mat. I manuevre her so that her head is toward you. I ease myself down so that
I am straddling her hips. Her brown eyes are staring intently back at mine,
demanding. I respond by moving my hands back to those pleasure-filled orbs. I
stroke, squeeze and caress the heavy, supple flesh, while also twirling and
flicking those rock hard nipples.

Shaylan puts her own hands to work. She starts on my thighs, moves up to my
waist, and finally toward my own magnificent mounds. We are both earnestly
using our hands to stoke pleasure in each other's heaving bosoms. Shaylan then
slides her hands around to my back and up to my neck. She pulls my head down
so that my face is on the velvet smooth skin of those fully rounded orbs. I
now use my lips, teeth and tongue to do what my hands had been doing before.

Hearing your grunts of protest, I look up reminded that there's actually
someone else in the room. "So, shall we do something special for your
boyfriend?" I ask looking back at Shaylan.

For the first time, she speaks directly to me. "Oh, forget him," Shaylan purrs
softly. "This is just about you and me."

Delighted, I bend down and begin kissing her. While our lips and tongue
restoke our fires of pleasure, Shaylan moves her hands slowly down my back.
When she gets to my ass, she presses her hands down urgently while squirming
underneath me. Getting the message, without breaking the liplock I rise up
from my straddling position, then stretch out my legs one at a time so that
the length of my body from my thighs up to my juicy jugs is pressed down on
hers.

We then break the kiss, and while looking deeply into each others eyes, begin
to rub and press our bodies together, taking great delight in the contact of
our breasts, stomach, pubic mound and thighs. Shaylan brings her hands back up
to my back, and makes a special point pressing down there to get the most
feeling from our mounds massaging each other, even though that action is
restricting her breathing. The grinding together of our bodies accentuated by
the heaviness of our orbs brings us to a long, loud simultaneous orgasm.

After spending several minutes lying in each other's glowing embrace, Shaylan
slowly gets to her feet and heads over to you. She bends down in front of you
and whisper urgently. At first, you don't give any response. After repeating
the message and getting the same result, Shaylan says, "If I have to ask
again, you may wind up staying here for quite awhile." After looking
helplessly at her for several seconds, you turn to me, a pleading expression
clearly visible on your face. After a slight smile, I turn away, leaving you
on your own. In short order, I hear you whisper something. When I look back,
your head is hanging down.

"If you want, you can release him now," Shaylan offers. While she gathers her
clothes and the harness, I do as she suggests. As soon as you are freed, you
clumsily get to your feet and quietly make your way to the door where you open
it and wait.

Dressed, and holding the harness in one hand, Shaylan comes back to me.
"Thank-you," she says softly. Then a little louder she continues, "I'll be
calling soon." After giving me a kiss on the cheek, she heads toward the door.
When I turn to watch her go, I notice that you have gone, so I get to focus on
her walk as she leaves.