Big Girls Battle
By NRG
Dee against Pauline


Dee had been watching the English couple from across the hotel pool for a
while and was working up the courage to invite them over for a drink.
Although it wasn't a drink she was after, she had decided that she wanted
to wrestle with the big English girl in the low cut black one piece. She
had been wrestling since she was fourteen years of age and loved to fight
with women that were bigger than she was and the buxom brown haired girl on
the other side of the pool fitted the bill exactly. Now aged forty-eight
and filling her swimsuit a bit more than she used to, but still stunning,
the auburn haired beauty liked to choose her opponents with care. Waiting
for the husband to go to the bar she decided to follow him and see if a
plan that was forming in the back of her mind would work.
Neil turned away from the bar, with a beer in one hand and an ice cold Coke
in the other and bumped right into the statuesque Dee spilling both drinks.
"Terribly sorry," he said, "wasn't looking where I was going."
"No it was my fault honey," she said, treating the Englishman to a dazzling
smile, "let me get you some more drinks...Hey you're English, I love that
accent."
"Yyes I am, bbut I insist it was my fault, ll le let me get you a drink,"
he stammered, blushing.
"You here on vacation?"
"Holiday? Yes sort of," he answered, turning back to the bar to order some
more drinks, "Actually I'm here to research a book, brought the missus with
me for a break."
"Really what about?"
"Your Civil War, it bores Pauline to tears so she spends most of her time
watching TV or sunbathing by the pool."
"Come and talk to my husband, he would love to meet you." Neil nodded and
taking a sip from his beer, followed Dee from the bar. Dee waved to her
husband Rick and he strolled round the pool to be with them.
"Here's your drink luv," Neil handed his wife her glass, "and this is? I ^Ñm
sorry I didn't get your name." Rick offered his hand.
"Rick and this is my wife Dee," he said.
"This is my wife Pauline and my name is Neil." Neil thought of himself as a
good judge of character and decided that he already liked the older
American couple. As they chatted by the pool his first impression was
reinforced and Pauline and Dee seemed to be getting along really well.
Somehow Rick managed to bring up the subject of wrestling and asked
casually if the English couple had seen any on the TV during their stay.
"I have," said Pauline, "I really liked watching the women wrestle." Dee
nearly fell off her chair, she couldn't believe her luck this girl actually
liked watching women wrestle. "Although some of them didn't look like they
could fight their way out of a wet paper bag," she continued, "I think I
could beat some of them."
"Really?" asked Rick, "have you ever wrestled?"
"A couple of times, why do you ask?" she replied smiling.
"Well Dee has done some wrestling do you think you could beat her?" Pauline
looked Dee up and down before replying and Neil who had only been half
following the conversation suddenly started to take an interest again. 
"It would be close but I think I might"
"How about finding out for sure honey?" Dee spoke for the first time since
the subject was broached. Dee seemed very sure of herself and a brief look
of doubt flashed across Pauline's face as she wondered what she had just
talked herself into. She looked at Dee again taking in every inch of her
5-5 148lbs frame.
"What about this evening? But only if Neil  wrestles Rick first," she
finally answered.
"I'm game if you are Rick," said Neil who had become rather aroused by the
thought of his wife wrestling with another woman, even if it meant getting
crushed by the heavier and taller Rick. "Just the question of where to
settle then," continued Neil.
"Why don't you come to our chalet at around eight, there is plenty of room
there and we won't be disturbed?"
"Okie dokie, you've got a date, should be fun. See you at eight." 
Pauline and Neil arrived at the chalet promptly at eight. Rick opened the
door and showed them in. All the furniture in the room was pushed right
back to the walls out of the way giving them plenty of space to wrestle. As
they had agreed earlier, the two husbands would wrestle first. Neil slipped
out of his shirt and trousers down, to a pair of red swimming trunks, 5-9
and 195lbs the Englishmen had the beginnings of a beer belly but was
otherwise quite toned. Also, stripped down to a pair of black trunks Rick
was a well-toned 200lbs and a shade of six feet tall.
"Shall we start then, best of three falls pins or submissions?" asked Rick.
"It's what we are here for mate," replied Neil and the two men walked to
the middle of the room, their wives made themselves comfortable on a couple
of chairs waiting to watch the fun.
Neil offered his hand to Rick and promptly found himself in a wristlock
with his arm pulled out straight from the shoulder. Rick gave his arm a
sharp twist giving Neil no option but to go down to the floor or have his
arm ripped from its socket. With the shorter Englishman on his knees, Rick
swiftly changed grips and shoving Neil's arm up his back forced him face
down onto the carpet before dropping onto his back. Once astride his prone
opponent Rick slipped his free hand around Neil's chin, swiftly releasing
the trapped arm he clasped both hands round Neil's chin and pulled back
hard. Bending Neil's head right back and arching his back in a perfect
camel clutch. 
"I give!" cried Neil, his face contorted in agony. The first submission had
gone to Rick in less than a minute. Pauline was definitely having
misgivings now, if Dee was half as good as her husband appeared to be, she
was in for a painful evening. Rubbing his neck and smiling ruefully Neil
climbed to his feet.
"Pretty good, but I won't fall for that again."
"Don't bet on it," replied Rick, "don't bet on it."
The two men faced each other again in the centre of the room and
interlocked fingers testing each others strength. Neil was the first to
release his hold, Rick smiled at him but the smile turned to a look of
shocked surprise as Neil took his arm and tossed him over his hip. Landing
hard onto his back with Neil still firmly gripping his arm and repaying
some of the pain he had received by twisting and pulling on the trapped
limb. Knowing that he wasn't going to extract a submission from the big
American, Neil released his hold, giving Rick a chance to get back on his
feet. Rick started to rise and Neil attacked him again, flipping him back
onto his back with another judo style throw. This time Neil followed up by
dropping heavily across his winded opponent's chest pinning his shoulders
to the carpet. 
"One .... Two .... Three ...." counted Dee, her face bright with excitement
at seeing her husband in action, even though he had just lost a fall.
Pauline smiled at her husband as got back to his feet, her misgivings about
the evening were rapidly evaporating.
The two men eyed each other warily as they squared off for the final fall,
despite the air conditioning both were sheened with perspiration. They came
to grips again, Rick quickly getting Neil in a side head lock and taking
him down to the floor. Keeping Neil's head locked in a vice like grip, Rick
tried to twist him onto his back. As they struggled on the floor, Neil
managed to break free of the head lock but found himself trapped underneath
the heavier American. Slowly but surely Rick forced Neil onto his back with
his arms outstretched above his head but managed to deny the American the
winning fall by lifting first one shoulder and then the other of the floor
but he was unable to dislodge his heavier opponent.
"Come on Rick pin him," urged Dee. Rick renewed his efforts and finally
pinned Neil's shoulders firmly to the floor. "One .... Two.... Three ...."
counted Dee once more, signalling her husband's victory. The two men broke
apart both breathing heavily from their exertions. Neil smiled at his
conqueror as they stood up and held out his hand.
"Well done mate," he said as they shook hands and then to Pauline he said,
"it's up to you now love to restore British pride." 
    "Same rules as the boys honey, or would rather wrestle to a time limit
with unlimited falls?" asked Dee, slipping out of the robe she was wearing.
She had decided to wrestle in a black one piece with a plunging neckline
and cut high at the thigh. Her outfit was completed with a pair of black
nylon hold up stockings, which left a short gap of exposed flesh from
stocking top to swimsuit. Pauline quickly removed her wraparound skirt and
T-shirt to reveal a pale blue one piece suit cut very low at the back and
front. Her 38c tits were barely held in by the lycra of her suit and the
rest of her 5-7 165lbs frame was straining the seams to breaking point.
Unlike Dee, Pauline had opted to wrestle bare legged.
"How about giving the boys something to remember a half hour time limit?"
said Pauline.
"Okay, what about rules?"
"That's easy, no punching or biting. Kicks and knees allowed but not to the
face, you happy with that Dee?"
"Fine with me, let's get it on."
The two buxom women squared off in the middle of the ring, Dee attacked
first slipping inside Pauline's outstretched hands and slapping her hard
across the face before sinking her hands into Pauline's short brown hair.
Pulling hard downwards she bent Pauline double and moving to one side
brought her leg up sharply into Pauline's chest. Pauline squealed in pain
as Dee's nylon clad knee smashed into her tits for the second time, making
her involuntarily clutch her hands to her boobs. Dee still had a firm hold
on Pauline's hair and pulled her down to the floor. In too much pain from
the double knee to the chest Pauline was unable to stop Dee wrapping her
legs round her waist and begin squeezing. Looking across at her husband as
she began to apply pressure to the winded girl's belly, she could see that
he was already quite aroused and she knew that Neil would be as well. In
trouble and knowing that she had a long fight in front of her Pauline
submitted. Dee released her hold and stood up glancing at Neil and
immediately noticing the telltale bulge in his swimming trunks.
Pauline was very red faced and angry at being caught out so easily.
"She is a lot faster then I expected," she muttered to Neil before she
turned ready to face the black clad American.
Pauline rushed at Dee as they returned to the middle of the room, but Dee
was ready for her and grabbed her arm as she reached out to grab a handful
of auburn hair, twisting it sharply up behind her back. Using Pauline's
forward momentum to her advantage she tripped the heavier girl to the floor
still twisting her arm up her back, Pauline landed heavily on her front and
was badly winded again. Dee followed her down, releasing her arm, quickly
taking hold of both her ankles crossing them over and pulling her legs up
so that her heels were touching her backside. Keeping hold of Pauline's
ankles with one hand she reached out and pulled the big English girl's head
backwards by her hair. The brown haired woman screwed her face up in pain
and desperately tried to grab at Dee's hand, which was firmly twisted into
her hair. Finally tiring of pulling on Pauline's hair she released it, and
moved into a position astride her back and facing her feet. Uncrossing the
English woman's ankles she pulled her legs upwards trapping Pauline in a
full boston crab.
"I give!" she shrieked in pain as Dee began to apply pressure to her back.
The second fall to Dee and the match was less than ten minutes old, and
Pauline had yet to even get the wily American in a single hold.
"Thought you were going to beat me," Dee smiled as she stood up and walked
across to her husband, whose hand had strayed to the bulge in his shorts,
"have to do a lot better than that honey."
Breathing heavily, Pauline got to her feet and went to Neil.
"She's bloody good, a lot more experienced than she said," Pauline said, as
Neil rubbed her down with a towel.
"You've got plenty of time to get her back luv," he replied.
"Ready called," called Dee, and the two wrestlers went back to the middle
of the room once more.
Cautiously this time, Pauline circled the smiling American, trying to tempt
her into a rash attack. Dee went for a repeat of her opening move but
Pauline caught her wrist mid slap and pulled her in close to her. Forcing
Dee's arm behind her back with one hand and her other  hand twisting itself
into Dee's long auburn hair.  With her own free hand taking a hold on
Pauline's hair, Dee tried to make her loosen her grip. The two women
struggled breast to breast and swayed to and fro across the carpet before
Pauline finally tripped Dee and sent them both crashing to the floor. As
they fell, Pauline was forced to let go of  Dee's arm, now they grappled on
the ground both faces screwed up in pain from the constant twisting and
pulling of hair. Gradually Pauline forced Dee onto her back, releasing her
hold on the American's hair, took hold of her wrists and pushed her arms
out to her sides. Face to face and belly to belly they writhed on the floor
as Pauline tried her hardest to pin Dee's shoulders to the carpet.
Pauline's weight advantage finally told.
"One....Two....Three...." counted Rick.
Pauline pushed herself up off of Dee, sweating and dishevelled but a lot
happier. Dee smiled at her as she returned to her husband for the short
break between falls. They had now been wrestling for just fifteen minutes
and both were breathing heavily from their efforts and exertions. 
They squared off once more, locking fingers in a trial of strength. Pauline
forced Dee's arms down to her side before she released them and quickly
took her in a headlock. Dragging Dee down to the floor, the big English
girl repaid the American's early face slap with two hard slaps to the face,
whilst still crushing her head in the crook of her arm. Pushing Dee over
onto her back but still holding her head with her face now pressed into her
lycra sheathed breasts, Pauline endeavoured to secure a quick second pin.
Without letting go of Dee's head, Pauline discovered that she couldn't pin
her shoulders to the carpet and reluctantly, but with much relief for Dee
who was finding it difficult to breathe with her face buried in Pauline's
tits, she let go. Using her weight once more, she sat astride the
American's chest and wriggled her self into the vintage school girl pin
position. Planting her feet flat on the floor Dee heaved her back suddenly
upwards, sending the heavier woman toppling forward onto her face.
Pauline's forehead hit the ground hard stunning her long enough for Dee to
wriggle out from under her. Scrambling to her feet, Dee took advantage of
her slower opponent and as Pauline started to rise she took hold of her
hair. Pulling her head quickly between her thighs as the English girl came
to her knees, Dee dropped back to the floor banging the trapped head hard
on the floor. Slackening her grip on Pauline's head, she rolled her over
until she had the English girl facing her. She reapplied her scissors, the
bare flesh of her thighs crushing Pauline's head  which was only a fraction
of an inch from her pussy. Pauline struggled violently to break the hold,
Dee increased the pressure and pulled Pauline's face right into her crotch
smothering her. Unable to break the scissors and prevented from speaking by
being smothered by Dee's crotch her struggles gradually began to subside.
Rick glanced at his watch the thirty minutes was almost up and his wife was
firmly in control. Neil watched fascinated and the most excited he had been
for a long time as his wife^Ñs body slowly became limp as she almost passed
out unable to breathe. Dee relinquished her scissors hold and rolled the
almost unconscious girl onto her back the winning pin was inevitable, but
Dee wasn't finished with her yet. She drew back her hand and gave Pauline a
hard slap to the face before ripping her swimsuit downwards to expose her
heaving breasts. Sitting on Pauline's rounded belly the auburn haired
beauty began to twist and pull on her erect nipples making her cry out in
pain.
"I submit!" she finally sobbed unable to take the torture being inflicted
on her tits.
"Time's up," called Rick.  Dee stood up slowly relishing her victory,
placing her foot on Pauline's chest and raising her hands above her head in
the classic victory pose.