"Ooooooppfh..." Long strong arms snaked around the older woman's arms pinning her; they squeezed with strength of pythons and jerked up hard lifting the brunette Amazons bare feet off the beach.

"Uhhhhh...argggggh..." Cori grunted as she pulled Lynda off her feet and gave her ribs a mighty squeeze as she took several fast steps in each direction, leaving her captive dizzy and off balance as she tightened her crushing grip a bit more. Cori laughed at the sound of Lynda's whimpering gasps then with a powerful twist, slammed her face down on the hot sand.

"My, oh my, Mizz Great and Wonderful WONDERWOMAN; you'd better come to THIS beach ONLY by invitation. In fact, on second thought, maybe you're a bit old to show your pretty face and big boobs here at all," Cori teased as she dug her bare foot in the sand, raised it and flicked the fine grainy sand in her downed rivals red, flushed face.

"AIIIEEAWWWCK! Why you stupid, rude, little BITCH!" Lynda snarled as she brushed the fine grains from her face and eyes. Though her eyes stung, she was even more angry that her lovely, formerly flawless makeup was now less than perfect.

"Better pay a bit of attention up front you foxy ol' broad," Cori snipped as she noted Lynda's full beautiful left breast was about to completely escape the confines of her rather skimpy bikini top.

"Hmmmmmm, mmmmmm, tsk-tsk," the lovely bodybuilder purred as she tossed her shiny thick dark mane back from her eyes, flexed her muscles and then leaned against a tall beach umbrella to take a little breather as she surveyed the beach. Not a soul around; this had to be destiny. Usually her friends were with her but today Cori was glad they weren't here. Ever since she'd watched the long-ago 'Wonder Woman' TV show and movies, Cori had admired Lynda - for more than just her action. Lynda projected the perfect image of a strong woman; a strong BEAUTIFUL woman - the kind Cori loved to mix it up with!

Sitting alone on her towel at the end of a perfect day; total in blissful solitude, Cori had been recalling some previous encounters on this very beach when all of a sudden she looked up and.....there she came - WONDER BABE - jogging slowly down the beach, her bounty bouncing, displaying her rare, pure beauty and confidence, putting on a show fit for Kings - and all right her on Cori's beach.

"You gotta pay to run on this beach, lady!" Cori yelled, her loud challenge echoing through the crisp salty air.

It startled Lynda who slowed in her run to a slow unsteady ambling gait. "Says who? I didn't see any signs. This isn't a private bea..." Then she stopped and her jaw dropped. "Saaaaay...er, ummmm, aren't you Cori...uh Cori somethin'? Ah yeah, the musclechick? Bet you think since you got pecs you own the whole ocean; right girl?" Lynda's initial politeness quickly turned to irritation, then uppitiness and finally to anger.

"See! Over there; that sign," Cori said, jerking her thumb back over her shoulder toward some dunes where a wooden pathway lead down to 'her' beach.

"What @#$#$% sign? I don't see any sign," Lynda grumbled.

"Oh, sorry!" Cori shrugged. "Guess it must've blown away, been knocked down in a fight or got buried by drifting sand. If ya want, I'll be happy to shove your lovely face down in the sand an’ help ya look for it?" Cori laughed as she flexed her muscular arms and curled her strong hands and long fingers. Cori smiled as Lynda moved toward her snarling, her beautiful lips curled back as she balled her fingers into fists. The brunette Amazon's bare feet almost seemed to be pawing the beach sand like a bull paws the earth before it charges. "Well, if ya wanna stay on the beach - for even another minute," Cori purred smugly. "You'd better pay the toll or else..."

"I don't have any money," Lynda shrugged, tugging at her bikini bottom to show she had no pockets. "But you aren't worth crap, so I'll fight you for passage. Maybe after I slap your young arrogant face and pull that ugly hair out of your big puffed up head, I'll earn the privilege?" Lynda taunted as she stepped up to Cori who was already moving toward her.

"Gonna get to pound my favorite TV heroine into the sand!" Cori thought as she tugged at her skimpy T-shirt top.

Cori felt her nipples stiffen as she noticed Lynda's beautiful sparkling eyes seemed to be staring holes in her shirt. Cori flexed her long legs as she reached back and tugged her tight, cheek revealing, cutoffs to expose just a bit more cheek. No guys were watching, nor girls either, for that matter. Cori sighed, a bit disappointed! Her friends had left early but in one way she was glad. If they'd stayed they'd certainly have enjoyed the show - maybe helped enjoy in the ample delicious sweet dessert that would surely be served soon - but now she had this delicious treat all to herself and that was even better than sharing!

"Let's do it Mizz Wonder Woman. AIIIEEEEEE!" Brightly blazing, rapidly swirling stars filled Cori’s vision as her groin exploded with mind-numbing pain. Lynda's foot seemed to pack the force of at least a ton of dynamite and appeared to move at the speed of light. Cori’s eyes rolled and her hands dropped to her crotch. Her strong, perfectly muscled legs actually wobbled.

"They don't call me Wonder Woman for nothin'!" Lynda snipped as she grabbed a handful of Cori’s hair, jerked her head back, reached up and squeezed her large right breast. She squeezed hard and slow, relishing her stunned rival's agonizing gasp and delighting in the rock hard nipple that pushed against her palm. "Muscle babes don't compare to the one and only Wonder Wom…Uhhhhhhh!"

Lynda's self-exalting head trip screeched to a halt as Cori’s fist slammed into the side of her head. Her groan was barely half uttered when her head jerked to the side. Cori’s fingers, all of them slipped deep into her dark lustrous hair and yanked her around painfully. She bellowed like a sick cow as her head and upper body jerked and spasmed to the muscular bodybuilders' every whim and fancy.

‘Like watchin' two balloons in the wind,’ Cori thought as she watched Lynda’s' huge breasts bounce and shift in her skimpy top as she jerked her around. A hard pull downwards; a fast upward thrust knee. A sickening thud as a hard kneecap met outward jutting chin. Lynda’s' big beautiful eyes rolled, her eyelashes fluttered as her head snapped upward; her knees buckled and she dropped to the sand.

"Get your pretty Wonderwoman big ass up, its not rest time yet, hon," Cori snarled as she jerked Lynda back to her feet. Three hard slaps; backhand, forehand, backhand sent the busty brunette reeling. Cori watched her rival stagger before zipping in like a football player, grabbing her around the waist and squeezing.

"Argggggh!" Lynda groaned as she felt two incredibly powerful arms squeeze her painfully and lift her up. "Let go of me you muscle-bound ape," Lynda rasped as she kicked and squirmed. Being a "big girl" and by no means out of shape for her age, Lynda was more than a handful for Cori. More by luck, than skill however, Lynda’s flailing arms and wayward fist connected with her rivals face. Cori yelped and loosened her grip. Not much. But enough. Lynda’s' hands dropped down. Her sharp nails buried deep into Cori’s wrists.

"ARRRRGH!" Cori grunted as Lynda suddenly broke free. Mad as a hornet, Lynda snarled, spun around and fired a hard punch to Cori’s chin snapping her head back. Grabbing a double handful of hair, Lynda treated her rival to a hard headbutt.

"Ungggggh." Both women grunted, Cori out of pain and Lynda out of pain and surprise.

"Strange. It worked in show biz," Lynda mused, temporarily too stunned to realize and remember that show biz is fake. That reality hit her a second after she decided to show another of her "Wonder Woman" perks to her temporarily stunned rival.
"Look close and see two more reasons they call me Wonder Woman, honey," Lynda snarled as she treated Cori to another double handed hair pull and yanked her head into her ample chest. Cori grunted as her nose flattened against Lynda’s' breastbone, her cheeks rudely slamming into the two large firm "pillows" on either side. "See, I AM better, bigger, the best," Lynda cackled as she felt the tickling vibration of Cori’s lungs expelling air, and her nose crinkling into her chest. She felt Cori begin to squirm and her tight muscles loosen a bit as her arms clawed at her sides and back.

"Oughta suffocate you musclegirl. But slowly beating you sensless, then stripping you naked and making you worship me and my Wonders will be soooo much more fun. Bet you've never been beaten by an older - and better - woman have you, you silly wench? Well, let’s see whose beach this REALLY is, shall we!" Lynda taunted as she reached down and grabbed the back of Cori’s head with one hand and pulled her captive against into her. She heard Cori gurgle and suddenly released her sending her plopping to the sand.

"Uhhhhhhh! Oooohphhhh!" Cori grunted, gasped as she doubled over sucking precious air.

Lynda looked down at her foe, smiled, snickered, then sneered, "Just let me know when I can kick your muscle-bound ass again, dear, okay?" The busty brunette interlocked her fingers, stretched her hands and cracked her knuckles. Then she pranced around the beach strutting like a peacock, her noteworthy chest stuck out to the max. "Sure wish I was in uniform," she mused remembering with pride her WonderWoman days. She shook her head in a bit of whimsical regret. "Too bad there weren't more catfights. I never did do a bodybuilder," she thought as she strutted her stuff a bit more for a make-believe audience as she pranced back toward Cori. "Ready for your final round sweetie? Gonna smother you with some real boobs. Of much better size and proportion than yours," Lynda chirped.

She reached down under her fabulous breasts, cupped them with her long fingers and lifted up as she winked at Cori who was still down, but just starting to stir. "C'mon get your muscle-bound ass up and lets danc…Uhhhhhnggh!" A rock hard ball of iron-fisted pain fired upwards. Lynda's pitiful gasp gave evidence of her incredible agony.

"Whatsamatter? Never felt a power punch to your pussy WonderWoman?" Cori snickered as she withdrew her fist, held it up to her lips and blew on it as if to cool off a simmering sixgun that had just fired its entire load.

Cori fairly leaped to her feet, grabbed Lynda by the hair, spun the dazed woman around, slipped behind her and wrapped her left arm around her throat. As her right fist slammed into her captives back, Lynda grunted and groaned as her hands reached frantically; one grabbing at the powerful choking arm, the other clawing at Cori’s hair; hoping against hope to pull the silky strands. Cori snarled and hissed in Lynda’s' ear as she pressed her knuckles painfully into the busty brunettes back, just below the shoulder blade.

"Please…stop…..that hurts…"Lynda gasped, feeling intense pressure crushing her throat and pain like a knife in her upper back.

"Most gladly I'll stop. How’s this bitch?" Cori almost laughed as she switched tactics, releasing both painful holds and latching onto the huge breasts that seemed to beckon and beg for her attention. Her long strong fingers barely contained the huge globes. She squeezed the ample mounds hard, slowly, deliberately. The thin film like bikini top offered Lynda no protection at all. "I sure can see WHY you were the one and only Wonder Woman!" Cori snickered as she hooked her thumbs in the bikini cups and pulled just enough to expose her captives' huge thick nipples that stiffened instantly upon exposure.

Lynda gasped, realizing Cori’s nasty intentions. "Ouchhh….stop it….puhleeeeeeze," she shrieked as Cori pinched, pulled and twisted her captured nipples.

"They’re not so saggy…for an' old broad. Ya still got some of that Wonderrrrr left in ‘em," Cori snickered as she continued the nasty but incredibly erotic torture. Lynda's hands were now both down, her fingers frantically clawing at Cori’s wrists and determined hands, trying desperately to pull and pry them off her "pride and joys."

"I'll do anything….please…..just stop….," Lynda bawled as Cori’s fingers shifted and she caught the older woman’s jugs in a full squeeze and began to milk them. The two now rock hard sensitive pleasure nubs were between Cori’s second and third fingers and she was squeezing and pinching them as hard as a lobster pinches in a death fight.

"You're goin' down, and goin' down hard pretty lady," Cori rasped as she suddenly shot her leg out, hooked Lynda’s' leg and dumped her to the sand. Lynda dropped like a rock instantly experiencing upper body and "tender boob" relief. She sighed as she quickly scrambled to her hands and knees wondering where her torturer had went.

"Freedom, wonderful freedom! I'm free," she thought and started to crawl away.

"Hmmmmm. And there she goes; the one and only WonderWoman on her hands and knees. How lovely….how tempting!"

"Nooooooo!" Lynda screamed, realizing her run or rather crawl for freedom was so short lived. Cori ran up behind her, dropped down and leaped forward, her upper half landing on Lynda’s back, her lower half crouched behind her in a most erotic but controlling position.

"Sorry babe, but like this beach, you're mine," Cori snarled. She grabbed her rivals' rather useless bikini and ripped it clean off, tossing it into the nearby ocean. She reached around and captured a huge dangling breast, dug her fingers in deep after slowly crushing the large tender nipple.

"Noooooo! Arggggggh!" Lynda gasped and lunged forward, trying hard to ignore the fire in her breast.

"Wheeeeeeee!” ‘What a ride; it’s like I'm a cowgirl!’ Cori thought as she wrapped her free arm around Lynda’s' waist and squeezed long, slow and hard until she heard Lynda grunt, then gasp as her powerful biceps and forearms slowly tightened like a long, strong, sexy, python.

"Oooooooh….." Lynda moaned.

"Think I can squeeze you till you beg for mercy, Mizz Wonder Woman?" Cori quipped as she tightened both her grip on the captured breast and Lynda’s' waist.

"Pleaseeee…UNNHHHHHH…..Nuh…nuh….no more…" Lynda’s plea was barely audible over the rumble of the surf..

"Answer me bitch!" Cori snipped as she shifted her breast squeezing hand to capture the stiff nipple in two fingers, then began slowly stretching it downward.

"Yesssss, but please…d…d…don't….hurts…," Lynda bawled, her groans now were coming between loud sobs and high pitched squeaks.

"Maybe a little niceness is in order," Cori chirped as she suddenly released her grip around Lynda’s' waist and lessened her painful nipple pulling. As Lynda breathed a sigh of relief she quickly grabbed the other breast in a firm grip and slid her free hand down between her lovely captives' legs.

"Ooooooooh! Noooooooo!" Lynda’s' protest was a mix of disgust, fear and very reluctant, embarrassed pleasure. Her entire body tensed and she lurched forward as she arched her back trying to buck the "cowgirl" off. Lynda wasn't in too much consternation not to notice the sensation caused by Cori’s stiff nipples drilling into her upper back and she dreaded the idea that Cori was enjoying this as much as she was trying NOT to! "$#$#@#$# you #@#$#@#$# bitch," Lynda hissed as she strained against Cori’s determined and most skillful touch.

"So you wanna resist huh, Mizz SuperHero? Well, OK; if thats what you want!" Cori responded with slow burning anger. She was instantly all over Lynda with a series of powerful holds that weakened the older woman to exhaustion. Lynda tried several frantic desperate moves to escape but the younger stronger woman quickly took complete control of her in the sand.

"OK!! I give….just….let me goooo…pleaseee?" Lynda sobbed as she crumpled to the sand facedown.

Cori slipped on top of Lynda, laying out in full body to body position. She grabbed her by the hair and forced her face down in the sand, then did mini-push-ups; the bodybuilder slamming her entire body down on Lynda’s, driving her face, chest and hips down into the soft sand. Each time Cori’s body pounded down onto her back and butt, Lynda grunted a little animal grunt.

"Now, just who's beach is it, Mizz Wonderbroad?" Cori scoffed as she grabbed Lynda’s' arms and easily flipped her over onto her back, forcing her to stare up at her.

"Yuh…yours,” Lynda gasped. “The whole #$#@#$# beach is all yours," she moaned. “Please….”

"And you’re mine too,” Cori snickered. “Aren’t you Wonderbabe?" Cori prompted.

Lynda had barely gotten the required affirmative response of homage past her lips before Cori was out of her cutoffs, standing over her with her legs spread wide, her feet on either side of Lynda’s shoulders.

"Now we'll see if you really live up to that ‘Wonder’ name," Cori chuckled as she slowly squatted on Lynda’s face.

"Nooooooo….mmmmumppppphhh…"

"Ohhhhh my! Yesssss! Yummmmmmmm….ohhhhhh yessssssss…." Cori moaned, her eyes closed, her head back, both hands tightly wound in Lynda’s hair as she pulled her face up between her heavily muscled thighs and rode the older woman like the cowgirl she was! "Wonder….ummmmm. WonderWomunnnnnnnn! Wonderwomuunnnn… …mmmmmmm… …yesssssssssssssssssss!”

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"Wonder what Cori’s doing today?" Karen McDougal nonchalantly asked their friend Kiana Tom as she spread suntan lotion on Kiana’s bare back.

"Dunnow. Said something about hanging alone on the beach....ummmmmm.....a little lower Karen m'luv….."

"Haaaah! Knowing how Cori's brain works, she's probably showing off that body and doing something intellectual; like those comic books she collects," Karen grinned.

"Yeah; Wonderwoman!" Kiana giggled.