Ever wondered why you often see a Postman’s red cart chained up to a lamppost outside a house in the middle of the day with not a Postie in sight? Well I will tell you. I became a Postman partially because I didn’t fancy being stuck in an office or behind the wheel for hours on end commuting in mind-numbing congestion. I liked the idea of getting out and about, using my feet, especially on nice days. There was something else that appealed to a young man who had left school with no qualifications and no luck with women, being a bit on the scrawny side with spectacles and a face that made me look like a nerd. According the lads at school and they swore it was the Gospel truth that with the decline of the daily milk round horny housewives had to get their oats from somewhere else and that’s where the Posties came in. The idea of a hot sexy housewife opening the door in a see-through negligee and pulling me inside for rampant sex sounded good to me. I applied, got the job and never looked back, apart from the lack of sex-starved women. When I asked the older guys about it, they just smiled knowingly and told me. “You will son, you will. Just be patient and you’ll get more than you can possibly cope with”. Ten years on I began to think they were just pulling my chain until one fateful day.

I had just taken over the round of a colleague who had retired. It was along a long road with semi-detached houses on both sides, one side privately owned, the other side housing association, privatised council houses. It was a warm spring day and I had just delivered Mister Priest his rock music magazine. Next up were the association houses on the opposite side of the road. As I crossed I saw a very tall thickly built woman in her garden doing some weeding. She must have been at least 6 foot 5, very big and solid. Over her broad shouldered frame was a loose white sleeveless top and low cut revealing a long deep cleavage between a massive pair of big wide danglers with large prominent nipples. By the way they wobbled with every move it was clear she didn’t wear a bra. Jeez she was stacked, I couldn’t stop looking but tried to avert my eyes because she looked very rough and tough, the sort that would use her fists without question. Judging by the size of her hands, they were very big fists that would do a lot of damage.

Her face was large and long, unkindly reminding me of a horse with a long prominent nose, small grey eyes, wrinkles, a deep chin, a wide thick-lipped mouth full of large yellowing nicotine-stained teeth and a ruddy complexion with no make-up. Long hair, almost completely grey at the front and more brown at the back, was pulled back severely and tied behind her head exposing a large forehead and big ears. Despite the greying I aged her early to mid 50’s. A cigarette hung between her long fingers and I tried not to show my disgust. I don’t smoke, never have and not keen on women who do. As I had quite a bit of post on this side of the street I chained my cart to the lamppost outside her fence. I then caught sight of very long but thick legs covered in thin black leggings with large feet bare. The shape of the calves were eye-catching with relatively slim ankles tapering out quickly to long wide chunky calves, all beautifully curved and rounded like large inverted bowling pins. Although big and powerful looking, they were smooth until she placed her foot on a spade to dig up some weeds. Her calves suddenly bulged powerfully, stretching the thin fabric allowing a glimpse of large slabs of muscle beneath.

That was it, I always had a thing for strong women and just had to stand and watch while pretending to sort out the delivery. As she moved the spade around the garden, I saw that her thick thighs looked very strong and firm and her hamstrings large and shapely. The tall sturdy woman turned her back on me to attack another weed. As her strong calves press her foot on the spade she bent forward as the blade entered the soil. The thin leggings stretched over her large rounded backside becoming so transparent that I saw that she was not wearing knickers. It was a very large backside but firm, rounded and very sexy to watch. Orrrrrrr! I can’t stop staring at her buttocks as she worked the spade getting so turned on that I was worried someone might see the stiffness in the front of my trousers. Managing to tear my gaze away, I go back to sorting out the post. There were several large parcels for her address and I went to take them out. Jeez they were heavy! I didn’t want to show weakness in front of the big tough-looking woman so struggled manfully to carry them.

As I headed towards the gate she leant over to weed right by the fence facing my way. Jeez! I didn’t know where to look. A massive wide wall of twin hanging torpedoes of womanhood dangled inside her top, the big nipples jutting from the fabric. Jiggling around violently as she attacked the weeds, I was sure they would fly out. A stiffening in my groin forced me to look away and concentrate on opening the gate while balancing the heavy parcels. “Got anything for me, Luv” an extraordinary loud voice boomed like a foghorn in a rough tone. I looked up to find that massive pair dangling below her face as she looked up at me. I tried to look away feeling flustered as a blush developed on my face. “Er, yes, several”. The big woman straightened up and approached. My word she was tall and with her tough face, very intimidating. She looked like a real bruiser and I felt nervous. “You’re new ain’t cha” she asked in that overly loud voice with a rough accent. “Er, on this round yes. Stephen’s the name” “Kim” she said.

“Those mine?” she asked looking at the boxes I was struggling to hold. “Er yes” “They must be my weights, I’ve been waiting for those”. She took them from my hands. Weights? that caught my attention. She held those boxes like they contained bags of crisps. She was certainly a big sturdy woman with firm arms and legs. “Y.your husband’s weights?” “Ain’t married. Just me and my daughter” “Your partner’s then?” “You’re asking a lot of questions” “Er, sorry. Just making conversation. No offence meant”. “None taken. Come on in and have a cup of tea, I was just about to brew a pot myself”. Without waiting for a reply Kim turned and began walking to the front door. The sight of her large calves flexing beneath her leggings was the clincher and I followed on behind enjoying the view.

As soon as I entered the house I regretted that decision as I tried not to gag on the thick stench of cigarette smoke nor think about what it would do to my lungs. Closing the door she pointed to the living room. “Do you wanna fag?” I shook my head. “I don’t smoke” “I know filthy habit. Been trying to give it up for years. Sit down, make yourself comfortable while I’ll put the kettle on”. It was a nice room but the cigarette smell was disgusting and I decided to leave as soon as I could.

Some statuettes on the mantelpiece caught my eye and I went over to have a closer look. To my surprise they were figurines of strong naked women in grappling poses with female opponents. They were depicted as anatomically perfect fit sexy women with big firm rounded breasts, hour-glass figures and taut well-defined muscles. These were definitely the sort of women I would like to grapple with. “My wrestling trophies” a loud voice proclaimed proudly as Kim entered the room and handed me a mug. The statement hit me like an express train. “You used to do wrestling?” I tried to keep the excitement from my voice. “Still do. Ain’t much else to do around here when you’re on benefits except eat junk food and become obese. You’ve seen the growing number of fat young cows around here with push-chairs?”. I nodded. “We’ve got a wrestling federation for the women in the association houses and we have bouts with the other estates. I’ve won the area championship for the last 20 years running”. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Do you fight men?” I blurted out before I’d realised it. “Not in the league, but yeah, I’ve taken men on loads of times especially if they’ve been beating on a woman. They don’t stand much of a chance against me. I find women give me a tougher match”. I gulped and felt aroused. I think she noticed for she chuckled “Why are you offering to take me on, love?”. I felt nervous but very excited “er well only if you are gentle” I said hoping that she would take me up on it. “Yeah, you wouldn’t stand a chance love” she chuckled.

As I drank my tea, Kim kept glancing out of the window watching something. Those big jutting nipples made a sexy sight silhouetted against the light coming through the panes. “The stupid bitch!” she suddenly uttered then rushed from the room and headed out the front door. “Oi! Sharon. I’ve told you before about double parking your cars outside my house” her voice bellowed. “It’s a bloody danger for other road users. What if an ambulance needs to get past?” “I don’t give a f*ck” came a loud course reply. “You’ve 5 cars clogging the road when there are only the 2 of you. If you can afford that you shouldn’t be on benefits and in an association house” “Ah shut yer big gob yer old bitch or I’ll shut it for yer” came a loud gobby uncultured reply. I put down my cup and followed on behind. “Come here and make me. Yer all gob and no bottle” Kim boomed. Entering the front garden a younger woman, probably mid-twenties came stomping down the path with a face and posture intending violence. She looked really rough, a CHAV - Council House And Violent. Grossly obese Sharon had a plain chubby unattractive face and brown hair tied back. She wore tight unflattering tracksuit leggings and a top that emphasised how fat she was with a rounded protruding belly and fat wobbly arse. The threat of violence was tangible. “I’ll smash your bloody face in, you old trout “Yeah just try it. I’ll have you begging for mercy in no time”.

“Yeah you and whose army?” Sharon shouted then rushed forwards swinging a short stubby arm. WHAP! her fist slammed into Kim’s stomach. The oversized woman wasn’t even fazed, her long thick right arm shot out driving her big fist against the shorter woman’s distended belly. WHUMP! It sunk right into that grossly soft belly. Sharon’s eyes clenched shut as her cheeks ballooned then deflated as her breath escaped in a torrent while her fat body folded around the big fist. “I don’t need no army, love” Kim taunted as she withdrew her mighty fist. “Just me and my fists”. BLAM! her big fist struck the girl’s belly like a drum, her body jerking beneath the dreadful impact. Gasping for breath, the CHAV tried to return a punch but Kim blocked it with a sneer of disdain and powered another gut-buster like the hammer of the Gods. WHUMP! Sharon’s body jerked as the large fist sent tidal waves of blubber rippling across her gut.

“I’ll teach you a lesson in neighbourly respect”. BLAM! each mighty punch was loud and solid against blubber, each drilling deeper and deeper into the obscene protruding gut. BLAM! Pounding her diaphragm. BLAM! slowly depriving her of breath as tears rolled down her cheek. Sharon tried to protect her stomach with her hands but Kim just knocked them out of the way. BLAM! each brutal punch caused the CHAV to crease further forwards in open mouthed agony. The shape of Kim’s large forearm was like the main sail of a sailing ship and her sturdy wrist and knew that I too wouldn’t have stood a chance against those big fearsome fists. BLAM! her massive braless breasts lurched about like crazy fun-bags as her study body kept slamming devastating punches into the CHAV’s gross unprotected belly.

“Had enough yet bitch? Let me know and I’ll stop” Kim teased. Sharon was crippled double with stomach cramps, she couldn’t even raise her head let alone draw breath to reply. “No? Then I’ll continue” WHUMP! the CHAV’s creased body jerked violently with each mighty blow. Kim looked magnificent and powerful as her younger opponent folded right over in front of her like a human U-pin, her face red, her mouth dropped despairing for lack of breath. These weren’t dainty feminine women but rough tough women with coarse accents and tough looks. There was no way that I would ever fancy a woman like Kim, yet her brutal domination of the other woman caused my balls to tighten and my dick to move upwards inside my pants.

“That’s it, bow down before me like the wuss you are” Kim sneered. “Here I’ve got something that will make you stand up”. An oversized fist swung upwards from the side of her waist in an inevitable collision course with the other woman’s face. WHOCK! an almighty uppercut landed on her jaw with a solid sound with such terrible force that her head was launched skywards with the rest of her body whipping up behind. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! those large fists swung like sledgehammers smashing into Sharon’s jaw and cheeks unleashing terrible violence. But the fat CHAV was rough and tough and began trading hard punches of her own. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! despite the blows rocking her face, Kim kept slugging. Two tough women stood toe to toe full of unrestrained female aggression trading punches. BLAM! BLAM! Kim’s taller height and longer reach took it’s toll on the shorter woman. Badly cut-up, her face kept jerking back over her shoulders like it was on a spring. Staggering back blindly under the terrible onslaught, her fat legs trembled on the verge of collapse. Kim grabbed a clump of hair at the top of Sharon’s head with her left hand then raised her right knuckles to inflict more punishment. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! my dick lurched as her large fist landed with savage regularity on the young woman’s face inflicting terrible damage. KLOCK! a mighty punch straight to her jaw rocked her face from one side to the other and sent her body hurtling to the ground. Kim roughly grabbed a clump of a hair forcing her to look up and drew back her large fist.

“No! She’s had enough” I shocked myself by stepping between these brutal violent women and placing a hand on her large solid shoulder. She fixed me with such a hard stare that for a moment I was terrified that she might knock my block off. “Cows like her can take a lot of beating. They’re used to it. Their boyfriends usually knock them about” “All the more reason you shouldn’t do the same” I protested. She gave me a queer look then looked down at the battered woman on her knees. “You hear that? I’m not going to punch your lights out. But by the time I’ve finished with you, you’ll wish that I had”

“Oww owww” the fat girl yelped as the oversized woman savagely hauled her back to her feet by her hair. “Ow let go, you bitch!”. “Got your voice back, I see” Kim’s wide low-slung breasts wobbled as she spun Sharon around to face her. The younger woman was dwarfed by her size and mass. “I’ll soon fix that”. “Eff you!” snarling, the overweight girl slapped an open palm right across Kim’s left cheek CRACK!. Kim’s face went with the blow then returned full of such fury Sharon’s face drained of colour. She tried to slap her again but Kim caught her right hand then her left as she attempted again. Pulling her hands high above her head, Sharon was forced onto her toes. Suddenly Kim’s knee was rising fast. WHUMP! “Nnnnarrrffffffffffphh!” Sharon’s face melted into an ugly mask of misery as her breath blasted out of her mouth as the knee sunk deep into her protruding belly. The knee continued to rise with the CHAV impaled upon it lifting her feet from the ground with her eyes screwed tight and mouth wide in a silent scream. It dropped away but before she could fall to the ground, Kim slipped an arm around her waist and grabbed her opposing wrist. Slamming her broad hip into her opponent’s crotch she bent sharply at the waist. The overweight woman’s feet left the ground as her entire body flipped over Kim’s hip with her legs rising into the air as her back tumbled towards the ground. The sight of such a tall thick-bodied woman with greying hair throwing a much younger woman made my dick lurch strongly. The older woman was wiping the floor with the yob, clearly the superior fighter. KABLAM! “Nnnnnarrrgh!” Sharon’s hefty back hit the ground hard.