Debbie's Climb to Fame: Mount Susan, Part One.

Many of you will remember Susan's epic battle against

Barbara in September 1974. Susan, the newcomer and

one-time cosmetics salewoman, roundly trounced her

blonde foe. As a newcomer Susna wasn't aware of the

informal rules that existed in apartment house

wrestling, the rules that allowed the victrix to have

her way sexually with her defeated opponent. The only

caveat being that it had to take place in front of the

audience. That state of affairs didn't last long.

Susan became an accomplished regular on the circuit

and while losing few matches won far more and forced

herself on several beaten women for her sexual

pleasures. She quickly became a favorite who was

feared and respected by the other grappling vixens.

During one match in the summer of 1976 in which Susan

was a spectator looking over possible opponents, she

watched a semi-professional tennis star name Debbie

mauled a redheaded beauty in an especially sweaty

match. Debbie was a ferocious brunette who gloried in

other women's humiliation. She was especially fond of

changing out of her trademark, red bikini and slipping

on a black, rubber bikini molded with a ten-inch cock,

and savagely fucking her victim, bringing her to

tears. Debbie was hell on wheels, and Susan wanted

her.

I met with both women over cocktails the next week.

You could cut the tension with a knife. Susan, a

well-endowed redhead, wore a Chinese silk sheath,

snuggly buttoned up the side, all the way up to a

mandarin collar. The jade silk showed her full figure

at its best, and her silk stockings whispered as she

crossed her legs, showing a delicious slice of thigh

as well black pumps with four inch heels. Her nipples

looked as if they'd rip through the silk and her ass

showed the delightful outlines of a garterbelt and

bikini. Debbie stared daggers and the fire pie, her

black hair framing a beautiful, angry, arrogant face.

She wore snug, rust colored, raw silk pants without

any lining. Underneath was a tiny black string

bikini. Her matching blouse revealed a black bra that

strained to hold her magnificent breasts.

It would be a sex wrestling match, with both beauties

wearing dildos. The winner would be the woman who

fucked and made her opponent cum first. Tongues and

fingers were fine, but the winner had to fuck her

opponent with her strap-on until the loser came. The

loser would be hers for whatever post-match delights

she could think up. I nearly burst my zipper.

Christ, I sometimes think that I'd have gladly lost a

match against either one and let her fuck me silly.

That's how hot these two were.

They shook hands, each bauty taking the measure of the

other, sneering contemptuously. As Debbie left she

purposefully brushed against Susan's exposed thigh and

jostled the redhead's right tit with her own left.

Susan nearly leapt out of her chair. I had to

restrain her. She felt every bit as good as she

looked. Debbie walked out and gave that bitchy throw

of her hair and over-the-shoulder look that she would

make famous in her match against Helene. Susan asked

me if I'd enjoyed myself. I did. Her full body and

massive breasts strained to overcome my grip; I held

her even tighter. Unfortunately for me that's all I

got. She shrugged me away and strutted out of the

lounge. The match would take place next week.

To be continued