Life in Paradise By CrossmanX at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and ideas welcome ##Life carries on in Paradise and some even enjoy i Based on an idea from Terrie and a follow on story from - Confrontation in Paradise Life in Paradise If you head north out of town you'll find Paradise Drive it's a long road with many dead ends turning off it. Generally a quiet area, modern with good facilities, it has a good community feeling to it, the people who live there are friendly and everyone seems to get on well ... ... ... Well not everyone, the only people who hadn't got on were Carol Sutton and Richard Cranford, they had a long running rivalry, even hatred of each other that had come to the boil recently. To the point where at one of Tony's famous BBQ's, famous because of the food, drink and he had one of the largest gardens in the Drive, the two of them, Carol and Richard had had another go at each other. It had been bad, they'd almost had a fight there and then. Tony being the pacemaker, as he was known for, had tried to finally bring this long standing quarrel to an end and had organised a real fight to settle this once and for all. But Tony had put in one stipulation to this 'fight', the loser would have to leave Paradise Drive forever, it was the only way he could see of ending this, forever. The day of the fight and the word had got out, most of Paradise Drive had turned up at Tony's garden to witness this (Reader may wish to read the previous story Confrontation in Paradise). Each contestant had provided a good spectacle for the gathered residence to watch, not only the vicious fight that had taken place but also the way they had dressed for it. Carol in her set of tight black sports shorts and top that showed of her firm, toned sexy body and those large breasts, to all her admiring male supporters. And the broad shouldered Richard with his muscular body in just a pair of dark trunks provided a sight for the women there. The fight had gone Richard's way to start with, and when Davy, Carol's husband had been about to step in to help his wife Kerry, Richards wife, had started a second fight. Something on the side show that only went to excite the gather crowd even more, but the 37 year old Carol had turned the tide, with a particularly vicious strike to Richards groin! A blow that had sent a tear to all the men's eyes that where watching, Carol took control and beat her rival, and beat him hard, she'd won her feud with Richard and shown him up in front of all of Paradise Drive. But Carol inflicted one last humiliation to her rival, the bulge in his trunks had given her an idea, she pulled out his cock in front of everyone and milked the man there and then. She teased him, talking to him all the time her hand did its work until he could not hold himself anymore and shot his load for all to see. Her 'enemy' for so many years was defeated, she leaned over and whispered into Richard's ear, he was now crying, a broken man "I told you not to cum or I'll beat you again ... ... But I'll save that for you leaving present!" With that the victorious Carol stood up to receive the applause and admiration from everyone in Paradise Drive, as the victor turned to walk inside and change a though occurred to her, she smiled. Carol turned back, the crowd hushed "I won here today and he ... ... " she placed her foot on the fallen Richard " ... ... has to leave, if any of you men fancy a chance at succeeding where he failed then let me know" a hush came over the crowd. She headed to the house, stopped, a pause, that smile got bigger, turned back to the crowd "Oh if anyone does want to accept the challenge the prize on offer is me ... ... !" There where gasps as everyone took this in, then mutterings amongst the men "does she mean?" "I could have her?" But, there was always going to be 'a but!' " ... ... But, there will also be a forfeit should anyone lose to me!" Carol headed inside, the mutterings soon turned in a loud cacophony of mostly men talking about, and not quite believing, the 'offer' Carol had made, then their disapproving wives making their views know. It had been a month since that day and Richard had moved away, good to her word Carol had gone round to his house the day before, Kerry had opened the door, her face had dropped at the sight of the woman that had defeated her husband. "Why don't you go and say goodbye to Davy, I want to say my own goodbyes to your husband!" Kerry felt a great anger, but there was nothing she could do about it, the house had already been sold and her once manly husband Richard had been turned into nothing much more than a wimp! But she knew one way of taking out her frustration. Not long later and two men, Richard and Davy where looking up at two strong women, Carol dished out her leaving present, and Kerry took out her frustration ... ... WHACK! And the men suffered. Richard staggered backwards under another harsh blow from the fair haired woman, a minute earlier he'd heard voices at the front door, then it had been slammed shut followed by Carol's dramatic entrance into the room. Instantly he'd know she was there to say her own, special, 'goodbye!' And when she'd undone her coat to reveal that sexy, strong, toned body, all wrapped up in that set of tight black sports shorts and top, Richard knew he was in for a tough time. Carol may have been a year younger than Richard, smaller and not as use to such a physical 'brawl' as the man, but she had one great advantage, she was a woman! And this woman was determined, she was no longer just going to scream and shout when she was upset, she now knew how to hit and kick, how to hurt and injure. From her first ever fight with Richard she was now a woman that knew she could take on a man and win and she loved that feeling. it was the most satisfying, enjoyable thing she had ever done and she wanted that feeling again ... ... SMACK! Richard fell to the floor, he felt her vicious blow and could taste the blood that now seemed to fill his mouth ... ... OOOHHHHH! The man cried out as once again the sexy woman came down on him once again, she straddled him, and used her fists, to once again pound him WHACK! SMACK! Then she sent a clenched fist down just behind her and into his groin ARRRRRHHHH! She enjoyed that one, she really was enjoying giving him his going away present. When she'd finished her beating of him she pulled out his pathetic cock, just like their previous fight, he'd been excited by her vicious assault on him. And like their first fight, she'd beat him and it was now time to milk him, humiliated him in the way only a woman can. Later as Carol headed home she passed Kerry coming back from saying her own 'goodbye's' to Davy. The women didn't speak; there was no need for any words between them. As Carol got home she went straight to bed, she knew what had probably happened to her husband but came to the conclusion that she just didn't care. Kerry looked down at her battered husband, his bruised body, his cock still hard and his own mess covering him, she was disgusted with Richard for letting this happen to him. Tomorrow she decided she would leave him for good, she would find something, someone better than him. With Richard gone Carol became frustrated, a bit board, that was until a anxious Iain approached her when she was out "Er ... ... Carol can I have a word?" The woman looked a bit confused, she couldn't remember ever talking to him, well not since they had gone to school together years ago. "When you said about accepting a challenge ... ... " The woman's eyes widened with anticipation 'was he asking her what she thought?' Yes he was, the nervous man had always fancied Carol, even back at school, and now he saw maybe the only chance he would ever have ... ... ... "and if I win the prize is still ... ... You?" Carol smiled "Oh yes, but don't hold your breath." They planned to meet, for this challenge around Iain's house, his wife was away at the time, which was another reason for him choosing this time to ask Carol. The woman undone her coat to reveal, once again that tight set of black sports shorts and top, Iain's caught his breath, she looked absolutely ... ... THUD! First strike to the woman CRACK! SMACK! Second and third strike to the woman as the man fell heavily against the large table, he shook his head clear, looked over to where Carol was WHACK! The woman spun round, her first swivel kick, she been practicing on her husband, and as Iain went flying off his feet and smashed into a ornamental plant pot, she smiled 'Yep that was a good one!' It was her first 'real' fight since Richard, she had used her husband as a 'sparring partner', she'd come to the conclusion that was all he was probably good for now. But now she had her first challenger, someone that had wanted to try his luck CRACK! Another spinning kick, her foot caught his shoulder, but even so knocked the man staggering through the open French windows and into the garden. Not what she wanted, she'd really wanted to slam her foot into the side of his head, but she was sure she could improve with a little more practice. In the garden and Iain was pushing himself up, he wanted her so badly and this was his only chance, he couldn't give up. The woman's hands came down on him, pulled him upwards and drove her knee towards him, only Iain's arm swung up and blocked it, she was impressed with his wiliness to try and also annoyed with him at the same time. He was relieved he'd blocked her blow, but she was still holding onto his head, then she just dropped towards the floor THUD! Driving, dropping his face into the garden's well cared for lawn "OOOWWWHHHH!" A gasp from two male onlookers, Iain's neighbours, that where watching over the fences from either side. Carol knew they were there, probably Iain himself had told them that she was coming round to meet his challenge! The blow was hard and took its toll on Iain, he'd been stunned, incapable of carrying on, Carol was disappointed that the man hadn't lasted longer. But she still had one thing left, her hand went into his trousers, pulled out his cock, which had reacted to the way she was dressed and milked her second defeated man. She'd won and it was her way of sealing her victory and announcing his defeat, in her hand he soon shot his load. The victorious woman, went back inside the house, the two neighbours looked at each other, in awe of this stunning woman and each wondering 'dare I?' She returned with a note in her hand, she placed it in the fallen man's mouth for when he came round full, his forfeit, as detailed by her. A week later and Iain, the owner of a car showroom, pulled up outside Carol's house, her band new top of the range car delivered free of charge. An embraced man handed over the keys, his forfeit paid. Carol viewed her new sports car with the largest smile across her face, there were more than just a few 'twitching' curtains as the residence of Paradise Drive realised that the first man had paid his forfeit! A week later and Carol was approached again, this time it was Malcolm, he was a bit older than the woman, 41, but that didn't mean he was past it, far from it. He'd been in the building trade since he'd been a kid, an outdoor man with a physical job, so even though he was older than Carol he was still a strong opponent. There contest would take place in Malcolm's garden, being a builder, he'd improved on his house over the years and it was by far the biggest and best in Paradise Drive. She's gone round there and changed into her outfit for the contest, while Malcolm waited in the garden for her. When she stepped out into the garden, dressed in a bikini, after all it was a lovely day, Malcolm's eye's nearly popped out, she looked fabulous. The 'outfit' was different, it was almost like she had cut up a stringed vest and draped it over herself. Plus at the same time somehow managed to use it as a swim suit, revealing almost everything and hiding very little. The man smiled, he was so going to really enjoy taking this sexy woman, her body looked stunning, but even so Malcolm could see how it had improved since the fight with Richard. Carol was in the gym every day now, toning and building her body and she looked great for it. Especially in that stringed outfit, the shorts and that top that now she took off, Malcolm realised it was some kind of jacket and now it was gone those large breasts with the smallest of stringed bikini tops wrapped around them where fully on display. Malcolm needed to concentrate, it was hard, and it was also difficult for him to stay focused as well! The fight started WHACK! First blow to Malcolm, his fist shot out catching the woman's jaw, she staggered backwards. She soon recovered only to see the man launch himself at her and THUD! His knee came up into her body, winding the woman and sending her over and to the floor. The confident man saw his chance, again throwing himself at her as she lay there, but Carol was no push over. Her leg came up into the advancing man's belly, her hands shot up grabbing hold of his and using his momentum she easily flipped the man over her. She made him fly through the air, he crashed to the ground and before he knew it a feisty woman was now on top of him and dishing out the blows. They rolled around the garden, Carol grabbed hold of him, this one was strong and he could hit, she knew that, his fist lashed out just missing her WHACK! But she didn't make the same mistake, when she sent her fist in, it found its mark WHACK! Again and again she made sure her fists found his face, her feet found his body and her knee found where to hurts him. The fact that he had managed to land the first blow only went to sire the woman into a vicious female opponent, his opponent. Still on the ground she grabbed at his hair, pulling the man backwards OOWWWHHHH! Then as she moved him into just the right position ARRRRHHHHH! Strong legs clamped around him and squeezed, her vice like grip held him and hurt, leaving her hands free to dish out more pain and agony WHACK! SMACK! Those firm thighs, powerful legs soon drained the normally burly man until he was little more than 'putty in her hands', her strong hands. Releasing her grip, she stood, pulled him up off the ground and began to play with the man, her fists and feet were used to practice some of moves, up onto his feet and a few more moves were tried out. A flip there, a throw there, a few high kicks, he now became nothing more than just target practice to her and a few smacks and punches just for good measure. It was another victory for Carol, and other challenger that must pay his forfeit, once she'd completed his humiliation. Malcolm was just about still on his feet, when WHACK! A upper cut that took the man down and almost out, he lay there, defeated but with one last final shameful act, out came his hard cock as the woman finished him off, milking him to complete her victory. As she made him cum, she looked around the large garden and the rear of the delightful house; she knew what his forfeit would be! It wasn't long before Carol stepped out of her solicitors with the deeds to Malcolm's house in her hand, now her house! Inside the office, her solicitor, Jeremy, lay, over his desk. His body battered and his trousers down by his ankles, his new suit covered with the mess that she had produced from him as she milked him. As his secretary entered the office she instantly knew that her boss and maybe asked the wrong thing of his client and his forfeit? Well Carol would never have to worry about any legal matters; they were now all taken care for her, for free! Two days later and "Carol, could I have a chat please ... ... " Leigh was a much younger opponent, 17 years her junior, but even this youth could easily see the attraction of the older woman, she was quite something. He was still living at home with his parents so, Terry was spoken to and his large garden was made available. As Carol stepped out of the house into the familiar surroundings, she noticed a number of faces 'peering' over fences and out of windows and grinned, she liked the thought of 'excited' men eager to watch her in action. Dressed back in her traditional black sport kit she looked over to see Leigh, he was a fit, strapping lad with a firm, strong, young looking body. He still had a 'boyish' look about him and Carol could still remember years ago when she'd even babysat for him, she remembered him being a child, then a schoolboy and now look at him. This older woman also noticed a few female faces around, and knew exactly why they were here. The fight had started with a few slaps and halfhearted flying fists from both of them, each of them trying to 'suss' out the other. Leigh had made the first real move a driving fist that had just skimmed the side of Carols jaw, but she'd responded straight away, dropping her shoulder and sending her fist in hard into the side of his body. The lad was winded by the older woman, she followed up with a sharp blow to his jaw, which he took well, then drove his fist into the side of her body and knocking the woman a couple of steps to the side. The pair of them swapped blow for blow, with neither of making that 'killer' strike that would take the other out, then each of them saw an opportunity at the right moment. Two fists went hurtling towards each other at the same time, both connected, and both 'contestants' where sent crashing to the floor. The stunned pair rolled around, both surprised and caught out by the other, both taken aback, they had to shake themselves back into life. Still on the ground they looked at each other and realised what had happened. Carol got to her feet first and rushed at the lad, who was almost up, he rushed forward too; the pair ran into each other THUD! The two strong bodies slammed into each other, both grabbing and grappling at each other at the same time, the youthful lad, tough, boyish wrestled with the older, wiser, sexy woman. She was strong; as she pushed against him he could feel the strength in her hands as she gripped onto his youthful body, tightly. They grappled with each other, two powerful beings trying to outdo each other. Their body's pushed against each other, her large breast forced themselves into his broad chest, the lad was shocked as to how arousing her body against his felt, if he hadn't had a 'thing' for older women beforehand, he did now! They tussled against each other, Leigh's body pressed hard against Carol's, Carol's against Leigh's, their bodies almost melting into each other's and the stirring in him became more 'evident!' Their face's where almost touching each other as they pushed harder into each other, but he was only young and she was a woman, an older woman who know how to deal with lads. She kissed him, there and then as they were locked in their battle, for a second he was stunned, 'she'd kissed him!' For the briefest of moments his strength had been sucked away by her lips, he froze and she saw her opportunity WHACK! Her knee shot up into his groin ARRRRHHHHH! Caught off guard, he'd dropped his defences for the briefest of moment and she'd taken advantage. Still holding onto the lad she now turned, swiveled her body and taking him with her, she over balanced him and sent him tumbling to the floor THUD! He landed hard, but in an instant he was trying to get himself back up WHACK! Her foot found its mark, perfectly connecting with his jaw, the youth was sent sprawling over the garden, his head spun CRACK! A fist to keep him subdued, as Carol hauled up the lad. The older woman delivered more hard blows to Leigh, he wasn't given a chance to clear his head, she dished out blow after blow, draining the lad of his youthful energy. It now turned into a show, a display of superior older female dominance over the now weakening, younger male. Carol pulled the lad up, hurt and drained she now put on a performance for the large crowd that had gather as the word had got out 'there's another fight!' As she showed what her strong body could do, Carole kicked Leigh's arse, and she did think he had such a nice arse as well. THUD! She flipped the lad sending him to the floor for the last time; he smashed into the ground OOUUUHHHH! His face screwed up in agony, then THUD! A gasp from those who'd come to watch as Carol landed with such force onto the youth, knocking the wind out of him as well as any last remaining reserves of energy he had. Even though he couldn't fight back, she grabbed him forcefully and pinned him to the ground, it was as if she was trying to push him deep into the soil itself. Her large breast buried themselves into his young chest, then Carol kissed the lad, not a gentle kiss but a deep, forceful, violent kiss as if she was trying to suck out his very sole! The watching crowd was growing by the second, they gasped at the sight of the woman now pinning the youth to the floor and kissing him at the same time. The women watching where especially 'keen' as Leigh was a good looking lad around the area, and not short of a few admirers. Finally she broke the kiss, there was a gasp from the lad as if it was his last breath and a smile from Carol. She'd beaten him, one last thing remained, she turned herself round, sat on his chest and looked down at the great bulge that greeted her. Seconds later and the lads large cock was out, much to the delight of all the woman gathered there. Carol liked what she saw, a lot, and as she milked the youth her arse slowly moved down from his chest onto his face, this lad certainly showed a lot of promise! Her skillful hands made him even harder and she was really enjoying her humiliation of him, she brought the lad to ecstasy as she made the youth cum, to the delight of the crowd and to her own delight as well, another successful victory for the woman. The whole garden was a buzz, the residence of Paradise Drive had had the opportunity to once again watch Carol in action again. As the woman stood up she looked down at her latest opponent, what could be his forfeit? He wasn't rich, had no business, just an ordinary job, 'he had nothing'! All that was there was a lad, with his youthful looks, a good body and a very large cock. Carol leaned down grabbed Leigh by his hair and dragged him over towards the house "come on boy time to pay your forfeit ... ... And you're going to have to pay it with your body!" Just as the smiling woman was about to claim her forfeit a man stepped forwards "Carol ... ... " "Larry don't you dare!" A female voice came from behind the man, he was Larry Stephens a local taxi driver, Carol knew exactly what he was going to say, to ask her. She looked down at her latest 'forfeit' thought about her new car, house, the solicitor that was going to get her everything from Davy when she divorced him, her life had truly changed. But as she thought about that and looked at Larry she wondered what would be his forfeit, what did he have that she wanted. "Larry I told you ... ... " Carol's attention was now taken to the blond behind him, his wife a young and attractive thing. Then the smile "Sunday here, 2 o'clock and bring your wife with you ... ... She's your forfeit!" Carol carried on into the house, it was time to enjoy her current forfeit and then see what delights Sunday brought!