Brazil Beach Day
by MBP  mwfan318@aol.com 
A fun day at the beach for two young Brazilian beauties.


It was a beautiful summer's day at Ipanema beach in Rio De Janeiro. Monike and
Mayara lay on a large, colorful blanket among a throng of native Brazilians,
American and Canadian tourists, and people that worshipped the sun from all
over the planet. The twelve year olds wore skimpy bikinis, like most of the
rest of the crowd, tanning themselves while enjoying frequent visits to the
cool Atlantic Ocean.

Their peace was interrupted by two boys, both Brazilian, who were roughhousing
and who were bugging every pretty girl on the beach. Each boy grabbed an end
of the girls' blanket and dumped them into the hot sand. Monike and Mayara
gained their feet swiftly, but the teenage boys had already raced away,
laughing. Full of sand, the water became very inviting, and the girls took
advantage. After the cooling dip, they took a walk on the beach, where they
were again accosted by the boys.

'I'm Marco and this is Henrique," the darker one said. Both boys were lean and
muscular, their bodies darkened by frequent beach visits. They looked about 15
or 16 and each was handsome. The boys regarded the girls, grinning.

Although young, both girls were extremely attractive. Monike was wearing a
striped- multicolor bikini, predominately red and white. She was of medium
height for her age, had fairly long light brown hair and was very sexy, with
generous curves and shapely legs. Mayara, in a blue bikini with red
embroidery, had hair a shade darker and longer. She was extremely pretty, with
a gorgeous face, and piercing dark eyes. The two attracted all kinds of
attention.

The girls turned away from the boys, planning to walk away. Each guy grabbed
an arm, preventing the exit. The girls glanced at one another, smiled, and
sprang into action. Mayara captured one of Henrique's wrists, twisted it, and
moved her body away from the boy. Henrique couldn't resist it, and flipped
over into the sand. Keeping the captured wrist, Mayara landed hard on the
boy's back and pulled his arm up it. She dug a knee into the small of his
back, putting all her weight into it. The combination of the knee and the
wrist hold immobilized the boy, who began to struggle ineffectually. Mayara
strengthened her position; Henrique could not rise.

Monike grabbed Marco around the waist and hip tossed him to the beach. The boy
rose quickly and lunged towards the sexy girl. Monike spun her butt into him
and he was thrown off balance. Keeping her back and butt pressed against Marco
she caught the boy on her back, sideways. The twelve year old spun around
easily and flung her package into the sand. Marco rose more slowly, taking his
time.

Henrique struggled to gain his feet, but couldn't break Mayara's hold. She was
more than a head shorter than the older boy, and certainly not as strong. But
utilizing leverage along with timely twists of the boy's wrist, the young girl
managed to stay in control for quite a while. However, Henrique finally
managed to unbalance Mayara and broke free. He moved away from the girl as he
got back to this feet.

Monike was the stronger of the girls. It was evident in her physique. She had
definition in her biceps and more rounded shoulders than Mayara. Her stomach
showed surprising definition for such a young girl. She was both sexy and
strong. But Monike was still much younger, lighter, shorter, and less muscular
than Marco. Was she still stronger than him? She decided to find out.

Monike met Marco's attack head-on. She didn't bother using any self-defense
technique; she simply matched him strength-on-strength. Fighting hard to gain
an advantage, Marco's eyes widened as the girl matched his strength with hers
and matched his growing desperation with her own growing fury. The combatants
went toe-to-toe, until Monike won the battle. She picked up the boy bodily and
threw him into the Atlantic.

On his feet, what Henrique wanted to do was run. But how could he? The battle
of the sexes had drawn a big crowd, many of whom were obviously thrilled to
watch the younger girls get the better of the boys. Henrique wanted to leave
the fight, but there were students from his school on the beach. How would it
look if he ran away from a small, pretty girl? He decided to fight it out.

Marco had managed to get out of the water, but it was obvious that he was
done. Monike dragged him to his feet, grabbed his head, pivoted smoothly, and
threw him over her shoulder back into the water. She turned away from the boy
to watch her friend.

Henrique approached Mayara slowly. He couldn't let her use his momentum
against them. He was heavier, stronger; he had to use this to his advantage.
Henrique seized Mayara and tried to wrestle her down. He kept his balance and
didn't move too quickly. This worked. The boy gained the advantage as he
slowly overpowered the younger girl. In a few minutes, his size would end the
fight.

Mayara didn't panic. Her training allowed her to look for every opportunity.
One such move - a knee in the balls - would have been easy but not sporting.
She felt Henrique pulling backwards to bring her to the sand. Using this to
her advantage, the beautiful young girl hooked her leg behind his and tripped
the boy. Unhinged, the teenager fell to the sand with Mayara on top of him.
She put a headlock on the boy and captured his left arm with her own, pushing
him hard against the sand. He squirmed and bucked, but the Judo hold gave her
plenty of leverage. Mayara moved her body in tune with the boy's; he could not
get free. Henrique tried to use his free arm, but he had no leverage, no
position. Mayara brushed it away a few times, then grabbed the arm with her
left hand and pulled it hard across his face. This was worse for him than the
headlock, so when Mayara released his arm he didn't try the maneuver again.
The slim, pretty girl secured her headlock hold on the well-muscled older boy.
Virtually immobilized, Henrique stopped struggling.

Monike bent over and tweaked Henrique's nose. She lay in the sand next to the
overpowered boy as her gorgeous friend stayed in complete control. Whispering,
the girl asked Henrique if he gave, which he did. Mayara let the boy up,
slowly, looking into his face the entire time, showing her dominance. When she
finally released him, Henrique ran over to Marco and pulled him to his feet.
Unsteadily, the two boys ran away.

Most of the crowd applauded; the two young girls posed prettily for the crowd.
Some of the boys felt ill. It was as if they had been punched in the stomach
having watched two young, pretty members of the "weaker sex" beat up bigger,
older boys; could it happen to them?