“Karen, I’m surprised you’ve entered. Aren’t you forty something by now?” Stacy snickered as she glares jealously at Karen’s phenomenal body whose silver bikini not only catches the moonlight perfectly but highlights its beauty and strength.

“Oh, like YOU’RE really only thirty three!” Karen spit back, eyeing the two inch taller Stacy; her eyes narrowing as she takes in the Playmates big boobs, still trim waist and curvy hips.

“I guess you’ve kept yourself pretty well,” Stacy admits, then adds cattily, “…for your age!” As Karen sputters, Stacy purrs, “But then if you spend any more time in the weight room, you’ll turn into a fitness dyke…if you haven’t already.” Karen’s face flushes bright red and Stacy can’t resist twisting the knife, “You know we’ve all heard about what goes on down here on ‘Muscle Beach’ when the public isn’t around to see!”

“YOU should spend a little time in the gym yourself,” Karen sneers. “Maybe it’d get rid of those…stretch marks,” she snaps, her fingers flashing out to jab Stacy’s firm abs, the sharp nails leaving white marks on the tanned, toned flesh.

“You think you’re tough? Hell, I’ll take you on right now,” Stacy challenges.

“Fine with me. I could use a light workout,” Karen jeers.

Standing two feet apart, hands on hips, the women glare as neither moves for a long moment. Then Stacy reaches out, her hand moving quicker than the eye can follow. She curls her fingers, snagging the material stretched between the cups of Karen’s bikini top. She pulls and twists the suit out and away from Karen’s breasts, the soft mounds slipping down and out beneath the stretched fabric.

“Just checking to see if they’ve grown soft and saggy,” Stacy laughs as she lets the cloth SNAP back across the upper half of Karen’s breasts, the nipples turning up slightly as the soft breastflesh is creased by her top.

Karen’s own hand whips upward, SMACK, slapping Stacy hard across the face. Stacy’s head twists to the side under the impact, then swivels back; her eyes flashing as she glares at her smirking foe as Karen runs her fingers under her top, pulls it down under her breasts as she returns them to the embrace of the bikini top. Karen’s palm and fingers have left their imprint on the taller woman’s red cheek.

Again Stacy strikes out, this time with a backhand SLAP, her knuckles swiping across Karen’s nose and lips. Karen closes her eyes for a moment, blinking back tears as she winces. Karen sets her jaw as she studies Stacy who strikes again! As she turns back to face Karen, Stacy brings her right hand up from her hip, her hard fist, BAM, slams into Karen’s washboard belly. Karen’s only response is the soft "ooff" as her hips shunt backward several inches. .

Now Karen takes her turn. As she draws back her right arm, the over-sized bicep bulges then she drives her fist deep in Stacy's belly! “UNNNGH!” Stacy staggers back several steps, sand flying up from her feet, mouth gaping, eyes fixed on her foe. Karen can see Stacy is hurt, yet she patiently waits for Stacy to respond.

Still sucking shallow breaths through her mouth Stacy steps forward, determined and angry, dips her right knee slightly, then delivers a second blow - a low punch that WHAM hammers Karen’s gut but her tight abs thwart the attack and she grins. Karen smiles as she cocks her fist and delivers a violent punch, WHUMP, to Stacy's belly. Sanches drops to one knee, her head bowed, her face hidden behind a cascade of hair, clutching her gut. Karen grins as she hears the soft, “Uhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhh,” as Stacy tries to catch her breath.

"I guess you're gonna lose,” taunts Karen. “Why dontcha pack it in; go home before you get hurt AND humiliated?" Stacy shakes her head slowly, so Karen hair-hauls the winded brunette to her feet, steadies her on rubber legs in front of her and grins at her. “OK, your turn Stacy, hit me again; show me what you got!"

Wincing and unsteady, Stacy unloads the best she can deliver, a riveting straight right hand that catches Karen square on the belly button. Karen’s ultra fit body shrugs off the effects of the blow as she straightens up and glares defiantly at Stacy.

"Not much behind that one, I’m afraid, but hey, no do-overs! It’s my turn now," laughs Karen.

Putting her shoulder and arm into her punch, Karen’s fist explodes into Stacy’s bruised belly. Stacy’s abs are shot and Karen’s fist digs deep, deep in Stacy's belly. She crumples to her knees, doubled over, cramped and panicked. Slowly, Stacy pushes herself up on one knee while Karen waits, head tossed back haughtily, feet spread wide, hands on hips. Ready for Stacy’s next punch.

But as Stacy rises, she uppercuts Karen’s crotch with a punch as she pushes forward, putting her full weight into the deliberate low blow! A lightening flash of pain momentarily obscures Karen’s vision as her eyes close against the stabbing pain in her groin. She doesn’t see Stacy stand or thrust the heel of her palm up hard. CRACK! It slams into Karen’s chin, smashing her teeth together.

Stacy grabs a handful of hair and pulls Karen into a headlock, jerking her head down low and hard, then smashes her left fist over and over in Karen’s face. Stacy keeps her strong legs spread wide for leverage as she locks her hands together and tries to snap Karen’s neck.

“Face it, Karen, I’m way too much woman for you to handle! You’ll never beat me in a bikini contest or any other kind,” Stacy jeers. She sets her feet, tightens her grip and twists Karen’s trapped head hard. Karen tries to rally, but Stacy thrusts her hip against Karen’s side, keeping her off balance. “Time for some Texas fun!” Stacy taunts.

She jerks up and down, twists Karen’s head left and right. Every time Karen tries to steady herself, Stacy bangs her hip into her, several times almost knocking Karen off her feet. With Karen unable to regain her balance, Stacy is able to run forward, then bulldog Karen facefirst into the sand, her muscular legs flying upward behind them as Stacy slams her face in the soft sand just above the high water mark.

Karen sputters and moans, trying to spit sand from her mouth while not inhaling the sand that has filled her nose. Stacy leans heavily across Karen’s back, plants a foot on the back Karen’s head and shoves her face back down in the sand. Then Stacy bends and grabs Karen’s ankles, twisting legs to flip the sandy-eyed PMOY over onto her back. Stacy spreads Karen’s legs wide apart, then with a gleeful yelp of triumph, WHUMP, Stacy stomps the heel of her right foot down on Karen’s pussy and GRIIIIIIIIIIINDS it as Karen moans in agony.

Stacy once again twists Karen’s legs over one another, flipping her back over onto her belly, then she straddles Karen’s back and pulls her limp legs up over her butt as she applies a brutal Boston crab. Stacy sits down, settling in to await Karen’s inevitable submission…but it doesn’t come!

“Come on Karen, don’t be stupid! Don’t force me to break your back, gve up!” Stacy demands.

But Karen is too busy to answer. She ignores the pain and concentrates on her harnessing the formidable power in her legs, trying to straighten them out and break free from Stacy’s grip. But the taller Sanches has too much leverage. She sinks low, pulls back hard on Karen’s ankles. Karen tries to press up with her forearms, lifting her reverse arched body off the sand, but Stacy shifts her right foot and kicks Karen in the face. McDougal collapses, but will not submit.

“It’s over, Karen, give it up!” Stacy commands.

“Dr…aaahhhhh….drop…unnnnnn….d…dead!” Karen stammers between gasps of pain.

Sanches sits back further, then lets go of Karen’s left leg, holding a half crab. McDougal feels momentary relief - until the fingers of Stacy’s right hand dig deep in her pussy! While Karen shrieks in agony, Stacy laughs maniacally!

Karen starts to twist her body and kick her free leg wildly. Sanches tries to weather the storm, ripping and tugging public hair and moist, pink fleshy lips. But Stacy finally loses her grip on Karen’s left leg when Karen twists hard to her side, then rolls onto her back. Stacy tries to stomp Karen, but she draws her legs up and lashes out, kicking Stacy’s butt and sending her flying forward.

Stacy almost falls, but once she regains her balance she spins around. Karen is already on her feet and there’s fire in her eyes. Stacy launches herself at Karen who tries to catch the big woman mid-fight, but Stacy has the momentum and “OOF!” she slams hard into Karen. Both women almost fall but when Stacy traps Karen in another headlock, both remain on their feet.

“Thought you were smart enough to know when you’ve been beat. I’m not going to play nice any more,” Stacy jeers as she twists Karen’s neck hard.

While Sanches is jawing, Karen wraps her arms around Stacy’s right leg, sets her formidable thighs, then hoists the startled Sanches completely off her feet. They struggle for balance and control briefly…until Karen drives Stacy down onto her outstretched leg. A lightning flash of pain as Stacy’s tailbone slams onto Karen’s knee, then she shoves the howling Stacy off and down on the sand.

Stacy pushes up on all fours but Karen quickly steps up and puts Stacy’s head between her thighs. Then Karen drops to her knees, driving Stacy’s head into the sand. She raises her fist and hammers down on her victim’s bruised tailbone. Stacy shrieks, her fingernails clawing at Karen’s thighs trapping her head. McDougal knits her fingers together and rains ax-handles on Stacy’s back and butt until the clawing stops. Then Karen stops to rub her raw thighs.

Karen grabs the thin strap of Stacy’s thong with her right hand, then reaches around behind her with her left and grabs a fistful of Stacy’s hair, keeping her head firmly trapped between steel thighs. Karen hauls back hard on the thong, delighted as she watches it it disappear deep between the flesh lips of Stacy’s pussy. Sanches wails, then resumes clawing Karen’s thighs. For several moments, both women shriek, curse - and stuppornly persist in their attacks.

“Enough! Enough! Stop!” Sanches shrieks, her hands reaching under her body to try to soothe her pussy. It takes a moment for the words to penetrate Karen’s brain. Then she slumps forward, resting her upper body on Stacy’s back, still holding, but no longer pulling, her hair and thong. Slowly, Karen shifts her weight, releases her holds and puts both hands on Stacy’s back, pushing herself up.

“So you’ve had enough?” Karen queries when she gets to her feet, bent over with her hands on her knees, her chest heaving. Stacy slowly gets to all fours in front of Karen, then without answering, she recoils and drives forward, powering her shoulder into Karen’s thighs and knocking her over backward. They wrestle wildly in the sand until Karen finally catches Stacy in a waist scissors, locks her ankles tight and then captures Stacy’s wrists with her hands. “I’ll gonna crush you like the maggot your are,” she hisses.

Stacy’s eyes grow wide, then fill with tears; Karen’s power has sapped her will to fight. Stacy arches up off the sand, her body shutters between Karen’s legs, then goes limp! Karen holds her for a moment, then opens her legs, draws one foot up and kicks Sanches out from between her legs. She sits up, shaking out her tired, burning legs.

Standing, Karen bends and grabs Stacy by the hair, using it to haul her to her feet. She shoves one hand up between Stacy’s quivering legs, closes it over her pussy, squeezes hard and then grabbing Stacy by the throat with the other hand, she lifts Sanches up until she’s shoulder high.

“You’ve always been such a stupid, sneaky bitch, Stacy,” Karen reprimands her unconscious foe.

She twists around and slams Stacy’s back down over her knee! After the backbreaker, Karen holds Sanches bent across her thigh with a hand on Stacy’s throat to hold her in place ass she rips the deeply embedded thong from Stacy’s pussy. Once the folds of soft flesh are exposed, Karen scoops a handful of sand and scrubs it hard into Stacy’s sore and humbled pussy.

“No matter how many times I kick your stinky ass, you’re never smart enough to keep it outta my face,” Karen chastizes. “Well, here’s something to remember me by…’til next time!”