Jogger vs Bodybuilder (M/F)

My jogs take me up and around the neighborhood streets, and one night I started noticing that the house at 425 Pineview's garage always had its door open, light spilling out onto the street. As I jogged past I'd always see a plump Asian woman in there working out - one night pushups, one night squats, one night jogging, one night jumping jacks, one night weightlifting. I guess she noticed me too as she started waving to me and I waved back. I guess we were kind of workout buddies; at any rate we waved at each other for about six weeks until one Friday night instead of just a wave, she came out to talk to me. I jogged in place, not wanting my heart rate to go down as she walked up to me and said something I didn't catch.
"What?" I asked, taking my headphones off.
"I just wanted to say hi." We shook hands, and I flinched - she had a strong grip! "Oh, sorry. I guess I'm not used to my own strength."
"Oh, yeah. I've seen you lifting those weights. Getting in shape?"
"Trying," she laughed. "You? I guess you're already in shape, huh? Staying fit?"
"Something like that." We made small talk for a minute, then I got to ask some questions I'd been wondering about. Why, I asked, was she out in her garage?
"Distractions. Every time I went to work out in the house, I'd end up on YouTube, or Facebook, or whatever - I have to come out here to get anything done." And leaving the door open? "You know how hot it gets working out in a stuffy garage in the summer?" Fair point. "Speaking of, you look hot."
"Thanks."
"Not like that!" she yelled. "I mean, you look sweaty. I mean... uh, I have water in the garage if you want some. And gatorade."
Well, I was pretty thirsty, and she didn't seem like the serial killer type, so I followed her into the garage. It was a big two-car one, set up with stiff new mats on the floor and all kinds of workout equipment - a treadmill, weight bench, rowing machine, elliptical... and a old blue cooler my new friend was rooting through.
"Okay, I lied. I just have water. But it's Fiji water!" She tossed me a bottle. "It's really from Fiji. Uh, it says on the label."
I took a long sip and looked her up and down. She was about five nine, wearing black sweatpants and a black sports bra that was struggling mightily to hold in what must have been a 40F cup. She must have weighed at least 200 pounds; her body looked both fat and powerful as her workouts were still in the middle of transforming her body. She had broad shoulders, a big stomach, and large arms and legs that looked very strong. Her face was a bit long and plain, although I had already noticed she had a mischievous smile that lit it up. Her long black hair was in a very simple straight cut just past her shoulderblades and her big, almond-shaped dark eyes were fixed on me. She looked a little nervous, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She came out with it:
"So, uh.... listen, I'll just ask: Would you want to wrestle with me?"
"Huh?" Was this girl for real? She sure looked serious. "Yeah, absolutely. Right now?"
"Yes! I mean... if you're not busy...?" She made a wide welcome motion and I nodded, hoping I was going to regret this. Both of us took off our shoes, and I took off my shirt (I was hot) - this didn't seem to bother my opponent; to the contrary I almost felt a little uncomfortable as she stared at my body. I'm mostly lean muscle, and I started wondering what I might have gotten myself into. She used a switch on the wall to close the garage door ("no peekers!"). After it finished loudly coming down, we started circled each other cautiously. There was no question she had the power advantage, and I almost laughed as she lifted her hands, offering me a test of strength, as if I'd walk into that buzzsaw. My plan was to use my speed to stay out of her grip and wear her down, although I almost abandoned it right away based off the disappointed look on my opponent's face when she realized I wasn't going to accept her offer to lock up.
"C'mon, I'll go easy on you," she offered. I still didn't accept; one look at her arms was enough to tell me how this was going to end. When she saw I wasn't going to indulge her she reared back and grabbed at me with a roar, I think trying to get me in a bearhug; but she left me plenty of time and I weaved away from her grasping arms, leaving her to unbalance herself as she whiffed. I took a few steps back and charged, lowering my shoulder, but I guess I aimed a little high; my plan was to take out her knees and bring her down to the mat, but instead my shoulder smacked into her tummy and I basically bounced off her. I ended up somersaulting awkwardly backwards with the impact, getting to my feet as Chloe smiled at me in bemusement: "Do you want to try that again?"
Did I? No, surely that was too obvious; she'd just catch me in some kind of power move. I backed up a few feet and then charged, but instead of trying to tackle her I dropped into a slide, catching my opponent by surprise as I took out her legs. With a yelp she toppled forward; unfortunately as I looked up in terror I realized she was falling on top of me and her body slammed into mine, crushing me against the floor. We ended up with me on my back, her laying on top of me chest-first, her tits pressing against my bare chest through her thick sports bra.
With the wind knocked out of me I had to take a second to suck up as much air as I could. Chloe shook her head and before I could recover she braced her arms, lifting her upper body off the ground.
"So, Josh, do you mind if I work out during our match?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Good, because I haven't done my pushups yet today." With that she dropped her upper body down on top of me, driving out the precious air I'd managed to take in, then started doing rapid-fire pushups on top of me, slamming her torso into mine with each repetition. She grunted with each push-up and drop (except for the time she yelled "Gotta keep my heart rate up!") and I gasped under her, barely able to take a breath before she repeated the maneuver. It took everything I had just to breathe and try to brace myself before each slam, leaving any kind of escape out of the question. I found out later from Chloe that she did 200 pushups a day, and luckily she did far less (I'd probably have died before a hundred), but the 25 or 30 she gave me left me a panting mess by the time she was finished. The last time she dropped her weight on me she lay on top of me, pressing all of her weight down on my body.
"You know, we forgot to decide when the match is over. How about if I keep you pinned for ten, I win? Does that sound good?"
"Guh," I gasped.
"Good? Okay. One..." She counted slow, but this was more than counteracted by her laying on top of me; I tried to at least push her body off mine, but my arms were shaking with weakness, and even at my strongest if she wanted to stay on top of me, there wasn't anything I could do about it. "Two... Josh, what the hell are you doing?" I was tickling her. I started with her sides - no luck. "Three... that's not going to work!"
I detected just a hint of nervousness in her tone. I just had to find the right spot. I tried moving my hands up to her her ribs - nothing. Then her armpits, and Chloe fell off me in shrieking laughter as I mercilessly tickled my way out of the pin. I had to back off as my opponent was thrashing blindly but with considerable force, getting to my feet and panting as Chloe slowly stopped giggling. I let her get up and thought we were going to face off again, but she started wagging her finger at me: "Fighting dirty, huh? I can do that too. Watch this!"
I wondered if this was Chloe's first ever fight as she lunged at me; I hadn't been in a ton myself, but I at least knew better than to announce to my opponent I was about to attack them, and simply stepped out of Chloe's way as she barreled past me, her arms closing over empty air, leaving me standing on her right side. I quickly slipped behind her back, locking her arms up in a full nelson, hoping my superior position would negate her huge strength advantage. I was about to find out as Chloe started flexing her arms. With a mumbled "Fuck" she attempted to power out. I held on for dear life, both of us grunting and panting with exertion. Our bodies rubbed together, her big ass pressed against my crotch. Between her rump pressing against me, her feminine grunts and the subtle smell of her sweat it wasn't long before I got hard as we struggled; I hoped she wouldn't notice, but I guess there was no way she could miss me sticking her: "You enjoying yourself back there, Josh?"
"Yeah," I admitted.
"Well, don't get used to it," she gasped, still trying and failing to dislodge my arms. "I'm - any minute now -"  she stopped to pant - "aren't you getting tired?"
"Just say you submit and I'll let you go." That was apparently the wrong thing to say as Chloe snarled and almost broke the hold with a fresh surge of strength. Feeling like I had to do more to wear her out, I kept my feet planted and tried to move her with my arms, maybe shake her back and forth; no luck, she wasn't going anywhere. I realized we were stalemated - she couldn't break the hold and I couldn't move her. Now could I release her and maintain the advantage? I tried to convert the hold into a hammerlock, but the second I loosened my grip my opponent surprised me with her speed, sliding out of my grasp and spinning away from me. So much for that plan. Chloe rolled her shoulders as we faced off. Her eyes locked onto the tent I was pitching in my sweatpants, and when she lunged I was sure I knew where she was going.
But it was a feint, and at the last second she brought her right hand back, slamming a huge knife-edge chop into my chest. The impact was tremendous and knocked me down on my back. Chloe straddled my body and I realized she was about to drop all of her weight on my stomach. With speed born of terror I shot away from her on the mat and she barely missed, sitting down heavily with a grunt. I got to my feel while my opponent was still on her knees and went behind her, hoping to get that hammerlock, but she spun around on the mat to face me. She was just at the right height for my cock to rub against her face (at least I still had my pants on) and before I could take a step back she took it into her mouth.
With two layers of pants and underwear between my dick and her lips I didn't expect this to feel like much, but it was surprisingly enjoyable, and it was enough to paralyze me for a second, and that was all Chloe needed to yank my bottoms completely down with a smile. I stepped back out of them, my desire to win overpowering my desire to let my opponent have her way with me, and I found myself backing up quickly as Chloe got to her feet, ordering me to "come back here!"
Well, this was a large garage, but there still wasn't a huge amount of space, so if I wanted to keep wrestling her I was going to have to close up with her anyway. This time she kept her eyes off my cock, but I just knew she was going to go for it, and sure enough she faked a high slap and then tried to go low. I lifted my knee into her stomach, clearly catching her by surprise as she bent over with a gasp. I figured turnabout was fair play and reached down, unhooking her sports bra and whipping it off her.
If Chloe was embarrassed she didn't show it, taking a step back and standing straight, her huge tits hanging down, free from her bra. She had small, dark nipples, clearly very hard, and I guess I was a little mesmerized as she approached because I didn't see the knife-edge chop she aimed at me until it was too late.
I don't know if it was because I didn't have time to brace or she had more time to prepare this blow, but this hit had even more force than the first one and the impact knocked me over. For good measure I hit the back of my head on the floor and I found myself laying dazed on my back. Chloe rolled me over onto my chest and got me in a camel clutch, a weird variant where instead of sitting on my back she squatted over my shoulders, then linked her hands under my chin and pulled up. The back of my head went into her crotch as she worked the hold. This hurt pretty bad, and my in retrospect rather silly attempt to pry her hands from under my chin didn't help.
"You wanna give up, Josh?" she asked, not letting off the pressure at all. I grunted a "no" and tried to escape again by bracing my feet against the ground and pushing myself forward. I guess the reason that you usually sit down on someone's back is to stop them from doing this as I managed to break the hold, Chloe falling off me with a yelp of surprise. I hoped she'd be stunned long enough for me to get to my feet and recover, but I only made it to my knees when she unleashed her next move, coming around to my front and locking on a breast smother. She locked her arms around my head, keeping my face in the wide canyon between her huge and now sweat-slick tits. I found myself wishing I'd been able to take a deep breath before she applied this move; she had a lot to work with in this hold, reducing my world to a pitch-black, soft, sweaty prison.
At least my hands were free,  but I wasn't really sure what to do. Chloe's upper arms were pressed against her sides, and my attempt to tickle her armpits failed. I tried to push her away from me, but this had no chance of working. Could I push her arms away? No, no chance of that either. Getting desperate and running out of air I grabbed the waistband of her pants and yanked them down (along with her underwear) to her ankles in one big pull. I hoped she would be shocked enough to release me, but instead she just laughed "Josh, what are you doing?" She wasn't laughing as I started stroking her pussy. Either she didn't want me to stop or didn't think of closing her legs - maybe the first as she was pretty wet - and I heard her moan as I slipped a finger in. I started pumping her and when this didn't weaken the hold or make her back off I started making a come-hither motion with my fingers, and this had quite an effect. I felt my opponent's grip loosening, then her arms fell and I managed to lean back and take in a huge breath, making sure not to stop my fingering lest Chloe slap the smother right on.
But it looked like she wasn't going to be doing anything soon as she had to support herself on me, resting her hands on her shoulders as her legs quaked. I thought I might be able to finish her right here, but before I could drive her over the edge she seemed to realize what was happening and gave me a shove, sending me somersaulting backwards. I rolled up to my feet and charged, hoping my opponent's head would be clouded, but with a Amazon war scream she caught me, using my own momentum as she turned and slammed me down to the mat on my back with crushing force. As I lay there stunned she went around to her ride side and nailed me with a cross-body splash, slamming her weight into my midsection and leaving me gasping for breath.My opponent picked me up like it was the easiest thing in the world for her, giving me a long, hard squeeze before hefting me up and laying me across her broad shoulders, leaving me facing the ceiling.
"Josh, you know what?" she asked casually.
"What," I gasped.
"I just remembered I haven't done my squats today."
Ohhhhhhhh, no. Before I could open my mouth to protest she started ripping off deep squats, each one sending pain jolting through my back as she bounced me up and down, her hands keeping my body pressed down against her shoulders. She started counting off each squat, barking "One!" "Two!" "Three!" as I groaned in pain on her shoulders. I managed to brace myself enough to ask how many she did a day and wanted to cry when she proudly barked "Two hundred!" then went back to counting with "Seven!" "Eight! Josh, just tell me when you want to give up. Nine!"
I somehow made it to fifteen; with my opponent holding me tightly I had no chance of escape and just held on as best I could. I guess Chloe got bored as she changed tactics, getting her hands under me, one on my back and one on my right thigh, and lifted me straight up over her head. The ceiling wasn't too high in the garage and I was almost touching an overhead light. "Hey, Josh. How much do you think it would hurt if I threw you down from here?"
I turned my head to look down - the mat-covered floor seemed impossibly far.
"Uh.... a lot."
"Oh." She brought me down, my back just touching her shoulders for a second, then lifted me up again. "Do you want to give up before I do it then?"
"Do wha-" Oh, no; ohhhhhhhhh, no. Why didn't I give up here? I don't really know; I guess I didn't want to lose, and maybe I didn't think she'd do it, or that I could endure it? I suppose it's a bit silly looking back; she'd pretty much demolished me by now, and I was only prolonging the inevitable. In any case I didn't give up, and Chloe gave me a count: "Three, two. one..."
She threw me down from what must have been eight or nine feet high. My back and the back of my head slammed into the ground with shattering force. The overhead lights swum in my vision, then a huge shadow loomed over me: Chloe, bending down: "Josh, are you okay?! Speak to me!"
"Uh," I managed. I guess that was enough to reassure her that I was alive as she sat down on my chest and started counting slowly, seeing if I was going to try to dislodge her. At first I didn't have the energy to even think about it, but she counted very slowly; by six (which was probably about two minutes) I managed to get my hands under her bare butt and started pushing up. I was prepared for a titanic struggle to unseat my opponent, but Chloe just hopped off me, I think deciding I wasn't quite finished yet; but getting up was still beyond me as my opponent leaned down and picked me up, carrying me like a baby. "Hey, Josh, how much do you weigh?" she asked, cradling me.
"Um, about one fifty."
"Hmm, feels about right. I'm gonna slam you now, okay? You wanted to keep going, right?" Well, I had pushed her off, so I guess I did. I tried to brace as she slammed me down on my back. Nope, I was finished; I should have just given up before she gave me that military press. I laid there waiting to get pinned, but instead Chloe got me in a reverse headscissors, laying on my left side, her thick thighs closing around my head and left arm.
At the best of times this would probably be impossible to get out of once my opponent got the hold locked in, and in my current shape all I could do was blindly slap at her legs with my trapped arm; and I stopped doing even this when it proved totally useless.
For a minute after I stopped struggling we both just lay there, and I wondered what Chloe was doing; I knew her legs were super strong, and she could just bear down and finish me, but she was barely squeezing, just enough to keep me from doing anything.
"Josh, you're pretty tough," I heard her, muffled by her big thighs. "But I got you now. You can struggle all you want, but you're mine. Right?"
With that her soft hand wrapped around my cock. It was semi-hard and she used just a ring grip, her index finger and thumb, to quickly stroke me to full attention. Then she started jerking me off, her hand languidly moving up and down my shaft, in no hurry to finish me off. I bucked my hips a little, seeking more sensation, but to not avail; I was totally helpless in my opponent's cinch and she set a slow pace, her other hand cupping and then playing with my balls as she toyed with me.
"You don't get to finish until I say so, Josh," she told me as if this was the most natural thing in the world. "How does that make you feel?" My rock-hardness seemed to be answer enough. She changed her grip to a whole-hand gentle squeeze and picked up the pace, but only slightly. I was totally in her power as she stroked my dick. For all the slowness it was an even more powerful climax when it came; I kicked my legs helplessly as she pushed me over the edge, her strong hand milking as much spunk as she could out of my cock as I grunted and writhed in helpless pleasure. Only when I had finished did she slow and then stop her hand, then she released the scissors.
"Whew! You let out a lot!" I looked up; she wasn't kidding. I had shot cum on my stomach, her hand, and the mats. "That was fun, though, right? You liked it?" she purred, getting up to all fours, moving so her body was pressed against mine. "It's my turn. Right?"
I had enough energy to nod, barely; Chloe scooted up so that she was straddling my shoulders, then then started slowly sliding forward, eclipsing the overhead lights as she straddled my face, until her musky pussy was pressing against my mouth. For a second I thought she was going to kill me with a facesit, but she backed up a little bit, enough for me to get my tongue out of my mouth. It wasn't much of a mystery what she wanted, and hell, she'd earned it; I leaned forward the tiny bit necessary to press my tongue against her pussy and was rewarded with a deep moan of pleasure from my opponent. She was very wet, turned on from dominating me, I suppose. I reached up and grabbed her hips and then went to town eating her pussy, tickling it by flicking my tongue over her entrance, pressing it deep in with long slow licks that seemed to drive her wild. As she got more and more excited Chloe pressed her hips forward, but I barely noticed; her panting moans egged me on as I went for the finish, and she came hard, reaching a powerful climax. All of the energy drained out of her body as she slowly slid off me until we were laying side by side staring up at the lights.
"Was that okay?" I asked meekly. She managed to turn her head and smiled. "Yeah," she panted. "Yeah, that was good." After a few more breaths she seemed to start to recover.  "Oh... uh, should I pin you?"
"Sure, if you want."
"Well...." she bit her lip. "I mean... do you mind?"
"No, you beat me fair and square."
"Okay!" She stood up, planting one bare foot on my chest and flexed her arms, counting ten. She helped me up: "Are you all right?"
"Yeah," I gasped. "You're strong."
"Thanks." She slid some of her long hair behind her left ear. "Rematch?"
"Rematch." We shook on it, and she didn't even crush my hand.

Camping Catfight (F/F)

I started getting nervous when I saw that my boss hadn't packed a tent for our July 4th weekend camping trip. Looking back now, I should have bailed as soon as she said that her wife couldn't make it at the last minute; But I hadn't, and now we'd hiked three miles into the woods together (over 8000 steps on my Fitbit), and Stephanie had silently watched me set my little pup tent up, sitting on the black duffel bag she hadn't opened and drinking a warm beer.

"Well," I mumbled, taking a step back and looking at my tent. "I'm done. Did you, uh... is yours in that bag, or...?"

"No," Steph yawned, slowly standing up.

"Uh... well, my tent only sleeps one..." I took a unconscious step back as she walked towards me.

"I know." She kept coming, right into my personal space. "And you know what else I know, Miss Jennifer Chang?"

"No...." I squeaked.

"I know you've been stealing tips!"

My mouth hung open in shock. I'd been working for Stephanie for 2 years, starting right after I'd graduated college, and we'd never had a problem - and I'd certainly never stolen from her! If I had, I probably could have afforded a car instead of relying on my ten year old bike to get to and from work.

"Don't bother denying it. Now here's what's going to happen - there's nobody around for miles, and nobody to hear you scream. You understand?" I tried to take another step back, but I was at the edge of the clearing, backed up against a huge old tree. "You can pull your pants down right now and take a spanking, and I'll let you keep your job. And you can pay me back - uh - " she pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket - "um, $3872.96, and I won't beat it out of you."
"I don't have that kind of money!" I wailed.
"Spent it already, huh?" She smiled, a mean smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Well, then I'm gonna get $3872.96 of fun out of you. You know what's in my pack?" She jerked her thumb at the mysterious duffel bag. "All kinds of fun toys. Last chance..."

I mulled my options with the speed of a cornered, broke waitress. I didn't have the money to pay Steph back; my options were either running or fighting. I briefly considered running; I knew I could move faster than my angry boss, but looking at the sinking sun, I didn't know if I could get out of the woods by dark.

So, what, then, fight? I didn't rate my chances very high. But what else could I do?

"I don't have your money," I said slowly. "So... I guess... um, we're going to fight?" My boss shook her head at me, but backed away so we could face off in the middle of the clearing.

"Take off your shoes," Steph ordered. I did as she said, not quite sure why, I guess hoping somehow she'd rethink this whole thing if I did what she wanted. "And your socks!" she barked in her boss voice. For good measure I also took off my fitbit for some reason, sticking it in my left shoe.

We faced off in the center of the clearing. Both of us were wearing tank tops and shorts, but that's where the similarities ended. Steph was two inches shorter than me at 5'6", but she outweighed me considerably, with broad shoulders and big, thick arms, which were currently crossed under her C cups. She must've weighed at least 160 pounds, and I'm lying if I say I wasn't a little scared of her as her green eyes glared at me through her big, chunky glasses. Her small mouth was twisted into a mean sneer. Her brown hair was cut into a Skrillex, very long on her left side, shaved on the right - maybe I could make a grab for it, a note I filed away for later.

As for myself, I'm taller than Steph at 5'8", but I'm built very slim, maybe 130 pounds; my black hair fell down past my shoulders, and I wished I'd thought to put it up in a ponytail to make it harder to grab. Where Steph's large tits were formed into a deep valley of cleavage by her bra, my little A-cups (my precious miniatures, as I liked to call them) were so small I hadn't bothered putting a bra on. In contrast to her strong limbs,the only real muscles I had were in my long legs.

The start of a battle plan started to form. Maybe - just maybe - I had a chance; I couldn't even come close to matching her in upper body strength, but my legs were pretty powerful from miles of hikes and riding my bike to and from work every day. If I could get her down on the ground, maybe I could get my legs around her neck and choke her out?

This was a pretty thin string to hang my hopes on, but it was better than nothing. Steph put her fists up like a boxer, apparently thinking I was dumb enough to start trading punches with her. I knew how that would end and as we closed, I managed to surprise her, reaching around her guard and slapping the chunky hipster glasses right off her face. She froze for a second, long enough for me to go under her guard and slam my right fist into her soft tummy. Unprepared for the hit, Steph bent over, groaning; I wasn't really sure what to do and awkwardly shoved her, pushing her down to the grass on her back. I went to sit down next to her, hoping to trap her in a scissors hold and end the fight before it started, but she moved too quickly, scrabbling away from me. We both got to our feet and raised our hands, my opponent going back to her boxing pose, while I held my palms out towards her like a grappler. We circled each other for a second before Stephanie attacked, charging in at me throwing big punches.

I guess it was pretty clear neither one of us had been in many fights as Steph was throwing big, sloppy punches and I was barely managing to keep clear of them. I made a grab at her right wrist, but I missed, and Stephanie's left fist slammed up into my stomach, pain exploding from my gut where she hit me. I gagged, feeling like I was going to throw up, and couldn't stay standing, sinking down to my knees. I looked up to see a smirking Stephanie, already aiming a followup punch. I tried to get out of the way, but I was moving in slow motion; her right fist crashed straight into my face, stars exploding in my vision as I found myself laying on my back, looking up at the sunset sky. I felt my opponent sinking her hands into my long hair, pulling me up like dead weight until I was bent over in front of her, one of her hands still holding my hair, the other pressing down on my back.

Steph lifted her knee up into my stomach, once, twice, three times. She released me and I collapsed to the ground in a heap, coughing and holding my tummy where she'd hit me. As I lay there suffering my opponent pulled my tank top off. I felt my nipples instantly hardening in the cool air as I found the strength to roll away from Steph and get to my feet.

I was pretty wobbly; I doubted I could take another hit, and wanted to buy myself some time to recover. Stephanie threw a huge right-handed punch at my head, and I weaved back, seeing my opponent unbalance herself as her fist flew past my face. I kneed her between the legs, knowing I'd hit home as Steph's eyes went wide and she gasped. I put my hands on her shoulders and drew my right leg back, smashing my knee into her stomach with as much force as I could. I felt my kneecap sink into her soft gut and now it was Steph's turn to fall to her knees, retching. Returning her earlier move I yanked her tank top off, then reached down and undid the straps on her bra and whipped it off her. I tried to grab her wrists thinking I could tie her hands behind her back, but a coughing Steph backed me off with wild slaps and punches.

I took a few steps away from my opponent as she got to her feet, glaring at me. We faced each other  across the clearing, both topless, panting and out of breath, and both of us sporting newly-forming bruises on our stomachs (although the one on my flat tummy was far larger - Steph's repeated knee strikes had hit a wider area than my single powerful one, I guess). As we closed her heavy, bare tits made a fairly obvious target, and I reached out and grabbed one in each hand and started squeezing. Steph groaned in pain and returned the favor.

Where I had a kind of underhand cupping action on my boss' big boobs, mine were so small she had to take a straight-on grip mostly on my nipples. We struggled for a moment, Steph attacking my tits with fury, mostly focusing on nipple twists and hard slaps; the twists hurt like hell, but she couldn't really get the angle right on the slaps, and these didn't really phase me much (although I made sure to play up a grimace and cry out in pain when she did them, hoping to trick her into doing more slaps instead of the genuinely agonizing nipple attacks).

For myself I squeezed as hard as I could, crushing her mammaries in my hands, mixing in twisting downward pulls. At first this didn't seem to work too well, but I could hear Steph fighting down little gasping sobs. Despite the pain my opponent was inflicting on me, I found myself getting the upper hand, I guess mostly because I had more to work with.

Finally Steph had enough and broke off the attack on my chest, releasing my boobs and grabbing my wrists. I held on for dear life, but with a yell of effort she pulled my hands away from her tits. I guess I'd held on too long as now she had my wrists trapped, and using this hold to keep me in place, she lifted her knee into my crotch.

Pain exploded from between my legs and I let out an undignified wail. My boss released my arms and I took a step back, slightly bent over, hands protectively over my pussy. I felt tears sliding down my face and Stephanie attacked without mercy, punching me hard in the stomach. With a gasping sob I fell down to my knees, and my opponent easily pushed me down onto my back. I managed to roll over, but before I could get away from her she grabbed the waistband of my shorts. I frantically crawled away from her and caught a lucky break as Steph held onto my bottoms, apparently thinking this would keep me from moving; but instead I crawled out of both my shorts and panties, leaving me naked but free, and a surprised Steph taking a stumbling step backwards to keep from falling down.

I managed to get up to my feet before my opponent could recover from her surprise; I put my fists up as she tossed my shorts and undies away and we faced off again. My heart was pounding in my chest; I was scared, humiliated, hurt and exhausted.

"Should've given up when you had the chance," Stephanie taunted me as we circled each other. "You know what kind of toys I got in my bag? It's gonna be a real long weekend for you, sweetie. Let's get this fight over with, I got some big plans for your little ass." With this she attacked, throwing a big right hand square at my face. I went under her fist, grabbing her arm with both hands. Now, I don't want to perpetuate the stereotype that all Asians know martial arts (and I'm fourth generation anyways), but I knew enough simple mechanics for a basic throw - I pushed my hip into a surprised Steph and used her arm to lift her over my back, throwing her down hard into the grass. Steph let out a heavy grunt as her back slammed into the ground. I quickly stomped her in the stomach, my dirty foot sinking deep into her soft tummy, aiming for the bruise I'd already started going.

"You fuck face," my boss gasped. "I'm gonna kill you as soon as I get up. They're never gonna find your body out here!"

"Yeah, keep talking," I hissed. My opponent was right where I wanted her to unleash my hopefully finishing move. I quickly laid down on the grass so we were at 90 degrees, snaking my legs around her midsection, and snapped shut the scissors hold I'd been hoping for all fight.

Stephanie immediately grabbed my ankles and started trying to pull my legs apart as I squeezed. I could hear her groaning with effort as she tried to get out of the hold, and I was gasping with exertion as I worked just as hard to keep her in it. After just a minute of this struggle we were both sweating heavily, a bad sign as it might make Steph slippery and help her escape. My legs started getting sore, but I powered though, seeing that my scissors was working; Stephanie's strong hands started getting weaker and she began to panic as she frantically pulled on my legs. She was panting, clearly having to work hard to get any air into her lungs, and I felt her hands slide off me entirely as she let out a defeated moan.

I wasn't taking any chances. I kept Stephanie in the scissors for a minute more, my legs burning with fatigue. When I couldn't take it anymore I released my opponent, who looked like she had almost been knocked out; she barely stirred as my shaking legs came off her, her big tits heaving as she took in large gulps of air. I crawled over to where her bra lay in the grass, deciding I'd better tie her hands before I called the fight finished. I cursed my sore legs as I slowly moved back towards Steph; even crawling was agonizing.

I got back to where my boss was laying in the grass and, to my astonishment, in the few minutes it had taken me to cross the clearing she had woken up enough to fight; she grabbed the bra out of my hands and threw it into my face. Then she lift her right leg, aiming a big kick at my chest. Luckily for me she was clearly still hurting pretty badly, and her kick was slow and sloppy. I grabbed her leg, giving her a hard punch in the stomach. This clearly hurt her pretty badly; still, I had to finish her off quickly. I came up with a plan, peeling off her shorts and panties.

"You wanna give up, Steph?"

"Go fuck yourself," she huffed. I gave her pussy a light slap.

"Last chance..."

"Fuck you." She managed to sit up with effort that left her panting heavily. "Just wait until I get up. I'm going to snap you like a twig, Jen! I'm - what the fuck are you doing?"

What I was doing was sliding my body so that Stephanie and I were face to face, naked crotches against each other.
"It's over, sweetie," I taunted her. "You're done!"
I started rubbing my pussy against hers. I know it's more dramatic here if we had an epic trib duel where we were both pushed to the edge of endurance before one of us gave up and surrendered to the other heart and soul, but the truth is I pretty much destroyed her; she clearly had no idea what she was doing, and her resistance crumbled almost as soon as I got myself into position to start working her clit. We had started both sitting up face to face, but in less than a minute she was on her back, fingers digging into the dirt, panting like a bitch in heat as I dominated her pussy with mine. I kept grinding as she started cumming, wailing in defeated pleasure. I wanted her to understand that I'd beaten her and I didn't let up, tribbing her though what must have been a massive orgasm as she writhed in the grass.

This time when I went to tie her hands she didn't move an inch; I flipped her onto her back, put her wrists together and tied them into a solid knot. I left my beaten opponent laying on her face as I slowly got to my feet and painfully stumbled over to see what was in the duffel bag she'd brought.

Good as her word, she'd stuffed half a sex shop in there; she had packed cuffs, a gag, a gimp mask, two vibrators, a strapon, nipple clamps, a scary-looking whip, shaving cream, a razor, and a double-ended foot long black double-ended dildo. I looked over at Steph; she had just managed to roll over onto her back and was uselessly trying to free her hands. She looked up at me, an expression of shocked fear on her face.

Maybe this weekend wasn't going to be so bad after all. 

Teens vs Dads Summer Tournament (Finale)

Our team had completely eliminated the girls, but that wasn’t quite the end of the festivities; there was no winner. It seemed obvious that since Cassandra and Judy had gotten into the second round, they should wrestle each other to determine the champ. Cassie came over to discuss it, and unable to resist teasing her, I asked if she was ready to see me wrestling Frank for the title.

“Dad, please,” Cassie rolled her eyes. “No offense, but nobody wants to see two old guys fighting.” I shared a look with my undefeated teammate; he just sighed.  

“All right. Whoever wins this gets to take home - uh - “ I picked up the belt - “this beautiful championship title. Wrestlers, to the center… Um, Judy, do you need five?”

“She doesn’t get five!” my daughter yelled, her competitive nature taking over. To Judy’s credit she’d gotten to her feet although she looked mighty wobbly. Both wrestlers went to the center to start the final fall, Cassandra with her back to the girl’s corner, Judy with her bare butt facing us. Judy hadn’t had much time to rest from losing to me and still looked quite flushed, while Cassie had a full match to catch her breath and ice her knee; it looked just slightly swollen from here, but I guessed we’d see how it was working shortly. I yelled “Fight!” and sat back to watch, guessing Judy would try some stalling tactics to give her time to recover.

She didn’t; the kid has guts, I have to give her that. As they closed Cassie opened by launching her fastest slap at Judy, but the skinnier fighter went under it with surprising speed, dropping to slide on her knees, coming to a stop with her head between her opponent’s thighs, and I could guess from the priceless look of shock on my girl’s face what Judy was doing. Cassie stood there frozen for a second before coming back to her senses, lifting her arms and then slamming a massive double-ax handle into Judy’s back, knocking her down to the mat on her chest. Cassie gave her opponent a huge stomp to the spine, then one to the back of the head that looked devastating. Judy slowly rolled over, but her opponent was clearly in control as Cassie scooped Judy up like a ragdoll. My daughter laid Judy over her wide shoulders, one hand hooking her opponent’s upper thigh and the other one her neck, and started pulling down.

This must have hurt poor Judy quite badly after the working over I’d given her back, and she wailed in agony as Cassie worked the hold. I leaned forward in my seat to see if Judy would give up, but she held on. My daughter barked at her to submit, but Judy shook her head. Cassie lost her patience and dropped to a kneel, slamming Judy down over her knee in a massive backbreaker. Cassie kept her opponent over her knee, pressing down on Judy’s shoulderblades and crotch, bending her victim’s back, copying my move from the previous match. She must have been in intense pain but Judy still wouldn’t give up, and Cassie flipped her off her knee with an annoyed grunt. Judy hit the mat on her chest and didn’t move.

“Finish her off!” I yelled. I didn’t want to see Judy take any more punishment and it seemed like she was finished. Whether she heard me or not my daughter rolled Judy onto her back, then laid on top of her and started kissing her. I guess she decided Judy would never verbally submit and was going to finish her sexually; Cassie certainly had her work cut out for her (probably applying a bit too much hurt before going for an erotic submission) but she went to it with gusto, attacking Judy’s mouth with her tongue while she pressed her wide thigh between her opponent’s legs, grinding it against her target’s pussy.

Judy slowly started coming around as Cassie worked her over. Judy’s arms came off the mat and cupped her opponent’s hanging breasts. Cassie broke off the kiss, grabbing Judy’s wrists, pulling her hands away and slamming them back down to the mat, holding them there as she slid her head down and started sucking on Judy’s nipples. Cassie’s technique looked a little rough from here, but it seemed effective; Judy kicked her legs helplessly and moaned as Cassie sucked, then flicked, then swirled her tongue around Judy’s hard nipples. Eventually Cassie decided Judy was finished and released her prey’s wrists, moving into a 69 position on top of her. My daughter’s lack of experience this kind of attack showed as she neglected to keep her hips high, letting Judy counterattack with her mouth as both girls started eating each other out, but it looked like Cassie had it all wrapped up anyway as she tried to break her opponent with her tongue.

For a minute the match hung in the balance as the two girls went at each other; then Judy lifted her right hand off the mat and it went between her opponent’s legs as she started working Cassie’s clit. The heavier fighter stopped and moaned deeply, lying on top of her opponent just panting until I yelled at her to fight back; she tried to do so, but Judy’s legs closed around her head, catching Cassie out of position, her mouth stuck against her opponent’s inner thigh instead of her crotch.

But my daughter still had some fight in her, and she pushed off the mat, lifting herself off her opponent. Judy held on to the headscissors for a second before she fell off, rolling over and getting up. The fighters circled, both sweaty and flushed; it looked like the match was going to end soon one way or the other.

They closed and Judy grabbed at Cassie’s tits, but my daughter went low and slammed her elbow into Judy’s tummy, bending her over. Cassie took hold of her opponent and lifted her off the mat, flipping her around so that both wrestlers were in a elevated 69 (like she was about to deliver a piledriver).

I guess Cassie figured there was no way Judy could finger her clit while hanging upside down in her arms. The girls buried their faces in each other’s crotches, Cassie still holding Judy upside down in the air. Now I think I see what Cassie was going for here - she had Judy in position to either finish her, or if Judy started pulling ahead and getting close to making her cum, Cassie could just drop her on her head, or even nail her with a piledriver. I’ve seen this move work before, but it failed her here as Judy reached around my daughter’s body, pried her buttcheeks apart and pressed her finger against Cassie’s ass. Cassandra moved to escape this but Judy stopped her short, sliding her finger up Cassie’s butt, leaving the bigger fighter in the embarrassing position of holding her opponent upside down while getting her pussy eaten and her rear cornholed. In this position Judy forced Cassie to a powerful climax, the bigger fighter’s arms and legs shaking as she threw her head back and screamed in helpless ecstasy. Unable to stand she fell backwards, Judy landing on top of her. There was no doubt my girl had submitted via climax, and I went to check on her while Judy was presented with her trophy. I’d brought along a my daughter’s bathrobe and draped it over her broad shoulders as I saw her trying not to cry. I raised her to be a good sport, and she took a few deep breaths before composing herself and going to the center of the ring to shake the champ’s hand. Judy pulled her in for a hug before accepting her trophy. The 2017 tournament was over.

Teens vs Dads Summer Tournament (Round 2)

Cassandra vs Frank

The first match of the second round was Cassandra vs Frank. I felt this one was about fifty-fifty on who would win; if Cassie could keep Frank off guard and keep laying in her power moves I didn’t doubt she could finish him off fairly quickly, but all of her muscle also made her more susceptible to his submission holds than a more supple fighter.

Instead of locking up the match started with Cassie started posing at her opponent, flexing her arms and roaring. Frank just stood there as the girl’s team cheered their fighter. After showing off for a bit Cassandra put her hands up in a test of strength and Frank accepted, locking his hands with hers. I have no idea what Frank thought he was doing as to the girls’ delight Cassie overpowered him quickly, pushing him down to his knees, then forcing him flat on his back, and in under a minute she had a full bare breast smother locked in on my partner.

“Frank, get up! Don’t let her do that to you!” I pleaded. Cassie aimed a happy, nasty look of triumph at me: “Don’t bother, dad. Your buddy’s finished!” She turned back to Frank. “Isn’t that right? You wanna tap out?”

Frank had been trying fruitlessly to push Cassandra off him, but she was too strong; instead he reached down towards her midsection. For a second I thought he was indeed going to tap, but instead he started tickling my daughter. Now I’m not going to say that I showed my teammates where Cassie is susceptible to being tickled before the tournament, but I’m not saying I didn’t either, and Frank got his fingertips right under her ribs and set my daughter shrieking in helpless, squirming laughter. He managed to get his larger opponent rolled off him and pressed the attack, laying a thrashing Sam out on her back as he kept tickling her. He tried to roll her over onto her chest, but to do this he had to stop tickling her, and as soon as he did the spell was broken; Cassie shot a kick at him that missed, but he had to back off, and a panting, red-faced Cassie got to her feet, looking more winded from her laughing fit than I’d seen her all day.

Frank charged her trying to take her down before she could recover, but she had the stamina of a teenager and caught him, pulling him down into a front facelock (like she was about to give him a DDT), swinging around to convert this into a strong headlock, pressing her opponent’s face into her big left breast. She started marching him around the mat, to the delight of her teammates; Frank slapped at her strong body ineffectively. When that didn’t work he reached down for her left knee, but her dragging him around the mat kept him from getting a good grip; II guess he did at least prompt Cassie to change tactics as she smoothly switched holds, getting behind Frank and wrapping her arms around his midsection, lifting him up, planting her left leg and giving him an Atomic drop.

Poor Frank took the full brunt of this move and rolled off my daughter holding himself in what looked like deep pain. Cassie asked if he wanted to give up, but he only managed a choked gasp. With a shrug she set about trying to finish him off, getting on his ride side, taking his limp cock between her index finger and thumb.

Now I don’t think anyone watching Frank laying on the mat in agony getting manhandled by his friend’s teenage daughter would call him lucky, but he did get a lucky break as his opponent made a classic mistake here - she had just inflicted massive damage on Frank’s balls, but she wanted to finish him now with an erotic attack, which would be much less effective. I’d warned her about this before in her career, but felt kind of glad she hadn’t listened as it gave Frank a chance, however small, to recover and turn the tide on her. Cassie only managed to get Frank to half extension with her hand and moved to finish him with her mouth, her team cheering as she bent over and started blowing her opponent. Frank started slowly lifting his right leg and I leaned forward on my plastic chair as he quickly turned his hips, locking a strong headscissors on my daughter. Cassie let out a bark of surprise, Frank’s shaft falling out of mouth just before his legs clamped closed around her head. She pawed at his legs with her hands and for a second I was scared she was going to just pull his legs apart, but it looked like this wasn’t going to happen as she tried and failed to get one of her hands between his legs to force them open. My relief was short lived as she instead hooked her arms behind Frank’s back and lifted him off the mat. Before she could slam him back down he released his legs and awkwardly slid down her body. Cassie hadn’t expected this and had a goofy look of surprise on her face as Frank came to rest on the mat. Recovering her wits she lifted her leg for a stop, but Frank rolled away from her up to his feet, and before she could get back on a solid footing he charged her, going low in a slide tackle that took her other leg out. Cassie pitched forward and slammed into the mat on her chest, the impact stunning her. Frank quickly grabbed her right ankle and applied a single-leg Boston crab, expertly torquing my girl’s leg. Cassie screamed as he pulled her thick thigh as far back as he could, but he couldn’t keep the hold on long as she powered out by simply pushing off the ground, forcing Frank the break the hold. Looking to finish him in one move she lunged, trying to trap him in a bearhug, but she winced as she put weight on her right leg, pausing for just a second. This gave Frank time to go under her grab and sweep her legs out. Cassie sat down heavily on the mat with a oomph, and a kick to the chest (landing inbetween her breasts) put her down on her back. Cassie groaned and was too slow to stop her opponent from quickly locking on a figure-four leglock.Her groan became a scream as Frank started bending the same knee he’d targeted earlier. Her team started yelling advice (Judy telling her to roll over, Kayla telling her to reach down and grab Frank’s legs, and Zoe just barking “Don’t let him do that to you!”) Cassie tried rolling over first, but this was an escape she wasn’t familiar with, and only managed to rock back and forth; moaning in pain she then tried to free herself by reaching down and pulling Frank’s legs off hers, but she could barely reach and wasn’t able to get her power into the effort. Finally she laid back and with a groan gave up, tapping her opponent’s legs in a rare non-erotic submission (not that I’m complaining; I didn’t need to see my neighbor getting my little girl off right in front of me).

Frank let her go and I went out to help him check her knee; we had to help her up and over to her area to lay her down on a lounger, but a few icepacks and she’d be good as new. Kayla went to get some from the freezer while I had to go to the center of the mat - my match was up next and if I won, we’d have the whole tournament locked up. My daughter told my opponent to get one back for the girl’s team as I got ready to face off with Judy.

Eric vs Judy

Judy was starting totally naked, while I still had my bottoms; I doubted I’d manage to keep them more than a minute or two, but at least I could make Judy work for it a bit, and knowing she was going to try and get them off right away gave me a little bit of an edge (I hoped). As for my own strategy I was going to try and wrestle with her, picking a body part to work - I ruled out her long, thin arms and legs; it would have to be her head or back, depending on how the match went. No matter what happened I knew from experience I couldn’t beat her in the kind of sexfight she’d try to engage me in; the last time we’d tussled she had managed to draw me into a sexfight and I’d ended up on all fours, one of her long fingers up my ass (she didn’t have the reputation of being a prostate poker for nothing) and then milked me in front of my wife and daughter; not my proudest moment. Of course as this memory came to my mind I started getting hard, a detail my opponent did not miss even through my bottoms; she smiled at me and licked her lips. 
We closed to start the match and sure enough she went right for my shorts. This move seemed so obvious I looked for a fake-out, but no, she was just that single-minded, and it cost her as I grabbed her, wrapping my arms around her torso, lifting her up off the ground before turning and slamming her down hard on her back. I’d assumed this would stun her, but even though the pain she stayed focused,  surprising me by grabbing the waistband on my shorts. I reached down to try and hold my bottoms up, but the girl’s team erupted in hoots and cheers as Judy yanked my suit down, leaving me flapping in the breeze. They were less pleased as I grabbed two handfuls of Judy’s long hair and pulled her down into a standing headscissors. I tried to grab her wrists (thinking to pull her arms straight up and really get her trapped), but I guess I should have known better as I barely had the hold on for five seconds before her hands were prying my buttcheeks apart. It wasn’t any mystery what she was going to try to do next and before she could, I bent down, linking my arms around her midsection, then stood back up and hefted her up onto my shoulders.
I guess looking back this wasn’t a smart move to try so early in the match, and I suppose Judy had managed to panic me a little bit by going after my butt. Instead of slamming her down to the mat I froze as my opponent locked her legs around the back of my head. I swayed there for a second, my face pressed into her naked crotch, before she slammed an elbow into the top of my head and I sank to my knees, then fell forward, ending up on my chest, Judy on her back scissoring my head. This was a dangerous spot and I had to quickly choose between two escape options; I briefly considered stealing one of Judy’s own moves and trying to get a finger up her butt, then discarded this as she might not even flinch and went for a plan that almost never works, trying to get my hands between her legs and prying them apart. 
I chose the second option because Judy isn’t very strong, and I was rewarded by being able to take a deep breath after forcing her thighs away from each other. My opponent hadn’t expected this and stared at me in shock for a second, I reached for her but she came to her senses too fast, somersaulting backwards away from me. She got to her feet and we circled. My hard cock was bobbing in front of me and in perhaps not the most shocking turn of events in history Judy badly faked a jab at my head and then lunged at my dick.
I caught her as she went low, lifting her over my head in a basic suplex; she grunted as her body came down and her back slammed into the mat. I tried to grab her, but she has good instincts and rolled away from me, getting to her knees, and I had to back off, on the lookout for a charge - she doesn’t weigh much, but if she got enough momentum into it she could tackle me pretty effectively. I guess at this point she’d figured out just lunging at my cock wasn’t going to work, and she tricked me by faking another lunge; I didn’t recognize it as a feint until too late, my hands dropping out of position, leaving me open for a hard kick to my stomach. I bent over in shock and she quickly slapped a headlock on me, pressing my face against her left breast like my daughter had done to Frank in the last match.
Of course Judy is much flatter, and this didn’t really work; I was able to breathe very easily, and Judy marching me around the mat gave me a break to catch my breath. I let her do this until I was ready to continue and then locked my arms around her midsection, lifting her off the mat. I gave her an Atomic drop, making sure she landed on her butt, not wanting to hurt her crotch. I’m not sure my opponent was terribly appreciative as her tailbone smacked into my knee and she fell to the mat on her side with a loud curse. I followed up with a simple but effective move, sitting down facing Judy’s back; she was laying on her left side and I grabbed her right arm and leg, planting my foot in her back and pulling. 
Judy wailed as I pulled, but when I asked her if she wanted to give up she panted “not yet,” so with a mental shrug I went back to working the hold. Unfortunately this was less effective than it could have been because of her long limbs, and after a minute or two I decided to switch to something else, not wanting to let her recover as she’d done to me with her ineffective headlock. But what to put her in? While I pondered this I got to my feet, lifting her with me and giving her another suplex, dropping her on her back. She rolled over with a moan and I grabbed her, getting on one knee and laying her out over my leg, facing up. I put one hand under her chin and the other on her tummy (below her belly button) and started pressing down. This isn’t a hard hold to escape, but Judy was worn down and I could tell from her lack of resistance that she was just about finished; the perils of focusing on erotic wrestling, I suppose, leaving her susceptible to my moves targeting her back.
Still, I’d seen comebacks from far worse than the state Judy was in, so just to make sure I worked the hold until I felt her body go totally limp; then I lowered her down to the mat, laying her flat on her back. She managed to cover her eyes with her right arm, but nothing else. 
Of course she hadn’t submitted yet, so I got ready to put her away. I laid down next to her on the ground, my feet near her head and vice versa. I was on her right side and lifted her right leg, draping it over my right shoulder, scooting up a little so I had full access to her bare crotch with both hands. Judy gasped as I ran a finger up her slit; she was wet - she’s got a strong libido, which is probably more to take the credit than anything I’d done so far - and I proceeded with my plan, slipping a finger in, hearing my opponent moan as I started breaking any resistance she had left. I’d finished Judy like this before and knew how she liked it - light work with one finger, then adding a second hand stimulating her clit as she got worked up, then getting two or three fingers in for the finish. I started with one hand, her legs thrashing on the mat. Before I could get very far into the second phase her teammates started yelling at her, and she began to come around. For a second my heart started pounding as a vision of her mounting a comeback flashed before me. She grabbed my cock - I’d gotten pretty hard working on her - and her hand started flying up and down my shaft, stopping every dozen strokes for her thumb to tease my tip.
Despite the head start I’d gotten I knew she could outlast me. I closed my legs around her hand, and she likewise closed her legs around mine, but I had the advantage now; she needed to move her hand up and down my shaft to get me off, but I just had to keep moving my fingers already inside her. Judy grunted in annoyance as she realized what I’d done, and then she went to her ace, trying to use her free hand to target my ass. 
But the way I was laying on the mat meant she couldn’t get in there, and my opponent was left trying to find a way out of the position I’d put her in before her time ran out and I made her cum. With just one free hand her options were limited; she tried to pull my legs apart uselessly, then tried tickling my legs, then the bottom of my feet, then was reduced to slapping my legs in irritation as she got more and more worked up. I knew I’d won when I saw her lay back and accept the inevitable. I changed the motion of my fingers buried in her to a come-hither motion, and that partnered with my clitoral stimulation finished her; Judy thrashed in helpless ecstasy and the match came to an end as my opponent submitted to pleasure, screaming in rapture, her body shaking as I finished her with a massive orgasm.

We released each other and I got to my feet, catching a towel Frank tossed me to clean off my fingers. Of course this wasn’t quite the end of the tournament; there was no champ, so it looked like there was going to be one last match to decide who’d be taking home the belt.

Teens vs Dads Summer Tournament (Round 1)

Last week the annual Teens vs MILFs tournament wrapped up, which meant this week it was time for the (admittedly, slightly less popular) Teens vs Dads tournament. Me and my daughter were both wrestling in it - this was Cassandra’s second year, and as for me I’d honestly forgotten how many tournaments I’d been in now.

The rules are simple - matches go to a submission (with an orgasm as an automatic submission - even if you got in the dominant position, if you went off first you lose). There are no other official rules; everyone is friends and here to have fun in good-natured competition, so we didn’t have to worry about anybody getting injured on purpose or anything like that. The winner of the tournament usually got a little trophy to keep - this year it was a cheap title belt made out of bright pink and gold plastic.

The matches all take place on thick blue mats laid out poolside at the O'Brien house, the teen team on one end of the mats and the dads on the other. The first match of the tournament was my daughter Cassandra for the girls against Deon for the dads.

Cassandra vs Deon

My daughter Cassandra is 19 years old and the biggest girl in the tournament, standing 5’11” and, oh, I’d guess 175 pounds or so of muscle. She takes after me rather than her mother (although she’s actually a few inches taller than me now) including my blonde hair, brown eyes, and unfortunately a slightly square jaw, although of course she’s still the prettiest girl in the whole world to her dad. Today she had her long hair parted on the left and tucked behind her ear. She was wearing her white two-piece bikini she and her mom had picked out last summer, and I could tell she was nervous as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

To be fair, her opponent was the biggest wrestler in the tournament period, my old friend Deon, 6’1” and 220 pounds of muscle stuffed into a pair of red trunks. Now I personally thought this matchup should have been the last bout of the tournament’s first round as the two biggest bruisers from each team going up against each other and it was an exciting match everyone wanted to see, but the moms are in charge of making the brackets and this was the first one up. It sure looked like it was going to be a good one; despite Deon having strength and weight, Cassie has youth on her side, plus a natural advantage all the girls enjoy - none of the dads wanted to start throwing punches at someone’s little girl, so none of the dads used many striking attacks; the girls of course felt free to do so, and I’d collected my share of shiners and bruises during tournament matches.

It was time for the first match to start, Cassie and Deon closing with each other. Cassie struck first, hammering a low punch into Deon’s stomach, but he flexed his abs and laughed off her hit - pretty impressive; I know how hard my daughter can land a punch. Deon started flexing his pecs, making them jump in turn with a laugh. His mirth didn’t last long as Cassie kicked him hard between the legs, the top of her foot smacking into his trunks.

“Booooooo!” I yelled as my teammate went down holding himself. “Booo! Fight clean!” I was hoping to distract my daughter and give my teammate time to recover, but Cassie barely paused to roll her eyes at me before pulling Deon back to his feet, hooking her right arm between his legs, lifting him up off the mat with a feminine grunt before slamming him down hard on his back. Her teammates cheered and whooped and Cassie turned to bow to them - despite my best attempts to drill it out of her, she was still a bit of a showboat - before turning back to her opponent. Deon had just managed to get to his knees and she charged in, laying a knifehand chop into his chest that knocked him down on his back. Pressing the attack, she went for a splash, dropping her considerable weight across Deon’s midsection.

But he was braced, and quickly tossed a surprised Cassie off him. Both fighters got up and Deon offered a test of strength. Cassie looked over at her team, unsure if she should accept; her three friends were all whooping and egging her on and she accepted Deon’s offer, locking up with him to cheers from both teams.

For a few sweaty straining minutes it wasn’t clear who was going to overpower who; both fighters’ muscles flexed powerfully as they grunted with effort, pushing on each other. Deon started slowly getting the upper hand as sweat poured off my daughter. Slowly but surely, Deon pushed her down, until she had one knee on the mat. Cassie tried to spring up and tackle her opponent, but she didn’t have any leverage and only managed to lose her footing, ending up flat on her back. Deon sat down on her stomach and asked if she wanted to give. Cassie managed to gasp a no and Deon looked over at me. We shared a look - I knew he was asking permission to start taking her suit off and I nodded my ascent. My teammate lifted himself off Cassie and rolled her onto her chest, then undid her bikini top. He went for her bottoms, and this took a little longer as he got them off her hips and then rolled them all the way down. Cassie kicked her legs trying to stop him, only managing to slow him down, but it was enough for her to catch her breath; she rolled away and up to her feet, fists up, although she was still panting pretty heavily.

“Cover up, sweetie!” I yelled, hoping to distract her - but she didn’t take her eyes off her opponent as they closed. She aimed a high right at Deon’s face, but he ducked and tried for a grab. Cassie backed him off with wild punches aimed at his head - unlike his strong abs, one good hit to his jaw might do some serious damage. They circled, each watching the other, before Deon made another attempt to grab her. Cassie kicked him hard in the knee, bringing him to a stop, then gave him another kick in the same spot and he went down to a kneeling position. Cassie pounced, grabbing Deon and in an admittedly impressive feat of strength lifted all 220+ pounds of her opponent high over her head with a scream, then gave him a military press, throwing him down to the mat. He hit hard on his back and couldn’t stop Cassie as she picked him up, bending him over, pulling his head between her legs. One of the unspoken rules is not to use a piledriver (too dangerous), but powerbombs were fine, and my daughter has a particularly impressive sitout powerbomb she called the Cassandra Clash (she spent more time working out than thinking up clever names) and sure enough she went for this now, hefting Deon up on her shoulders for a second before bringing him to the ground back-first with an admittedly impressive display of power.

I figured this was it and Deon was finished, but I found myself clapping as he rolled over and got to his feet, albeit looking a bit shaken. Cassie tut-tutted him, telling him he should have stayed down, which turned out to be a mistake as Deon lunged at her, locking her up in a strong bearhug. He started squeezing, his opponent moaning in agony as he worked the hold. He lifted Cassie off her feet and leaned back, pouring on more pressure; but he’d left her arms free and in a move I’d never seen before Cassie put her hands on his shoulders, pulling herself up in his grip just enough to get his face between her tits, locking her arms around the back of his head in a breast smother. The match became a contest to see who would give out first; my money was on Deon as I could see his strong arms flexing as he squeezed, but I guess Cass’s tits were more powerful than I thought, and I watched in disbelief as Deon began to sag, his arms loosening; he ended up on his knees, his opponent still working the smother until his arms hung uselessly at his sides.

When Cassandra finally released Deon he fell down her body, coming to rest on his chest at her feet. Cassie quickly rolled him onto his back, sitting her bare sweaty ass on his face. She used her feet to peel his suit down his thighs, his hard cock pointing straight up as it was released. She started giving him a footjob, catching his dick between the arches of her large feet, then moving them rapidly up and down. The girls’ team cheered him on, his own daughter screaming “Make him nut!” as Cassie finished the older fighter with her feet. Deon didn’t even make an escape attempt, the girls’ team going nuts clapping and hooting as my daughter forced him to cum. After he finished she climbed off and hit some poses for her team before wiping her toes on Deon’s face and going back to her corner of the mats to bask in victory.

Brian and I headed out to drag Deon back to our corner, laying him out on a lounger to recover; Frank’s match was up next and he was already stepping onto the mats to face Zoe.

Frank vs Zoe

Next up was Zoe (Brian’s daughter) versus Frank (Judy’s dad). Zoe’s family is from Korea, and they tended towards pretty dark skin, in Zoe’s case even darker over the summer from tanning. She certainly stood out on the girl’s team; she had dyed her hair green, cut into a simple loose style down to her shoulders, and was wearing green eyeshadow of the same color. Even more than this, what really grabbed my attention was her ridiculous outfit, her nipples covered with pot-leaf pasties and her small bottoms sporting a overlapping pot leaf theme. She might look goofy, but I knew not to underestimate her. At 5’6” she was fairly solidly built, just a tad heavier than average, the most dangerous part being her strong arms; she was mostly a striker, and as I knew from experience one good blow was enough to lay you out. She used the rest of her body less, and it was correspondingly developed; her core was still fairly impressive with a tight tummy, but she had clearly been skipping leg day as her thighs lacked the clear muscle of her arms, and I didn’t think there was much to fear there.  

In contrast her opponent wasn’t the largest guy - Frank’s family runs tall and thin. He was at least in  okay shape, somewhat strong arms and legs with a flat stomach. He’s about 5’10” but probably weighed as much as his opponent. His dark hair was cropped short for the summer, and unlike Zoe he hadn’t been tanning and was looking, I gotta be honest here, a little pasty, his white skin contrasting with his black board shorts.

As for the matchup, I figured this was going to be a weird one as the fighters have incompatible styles. Frank is a catch-as-catch-can submission wrestler while Zoe is a straight up brawler. Frank had told me his plan before the tournament - he was going to try and weaken Zoe’s right arm (she’s right-handed) to rob her punches of power before going for the submission. It wasn’t hard to guess Zoe’s plan, which was to knock Frank the fuck out - which is no less an effective plan for its simplicity.

The fighters came out onto the mats and shook hands. To start off Frank offered a lockup but Zoe had other ideas, aiming a low, looping right-handed punch at her opponent’s stomach. Frank dropped his hands and caught her wrist, but this left him out of position for the followup left, which smacked into his jaw. Frank tried to pull Zoe into his arms to forestall another punch and managed to get a rather sloppy bearhug. Having seen Deon fall afoul of this move, he didn’t lift or shake Zoe, which robbed the move of a considerable amount of power, and she managed to struggle free rather quickly, bursting out of Frank’s grip with a roar and pasting him in the jaw with a left hook. Frank stumbled backwards and Zoe followed him, lifting a short uppercut into his stomach that dropped Frank to his knees. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, making him look up at her as she drew her other hand back for the knockout punch.

It never landed as Frank grabbed her legs, looping his arms behind her knees and pulling. Zoe went down with a surprised scream and Frank rolled away, getting to his feet and shaking his head. Zoe hopped back to her feet after a second as well and the fighters approached, Zoe with her hands up in a boxer’s guard and Frank with his arms wide to grapple. Zoe opened with a left jab that Frank ducked under, then a slower right hook he weaved past as he closed with her, getting in range to clutch the younger fighter, grabbing at her right arm. Unfortunately he wasn’t fast enough and Zoe landed a short left in his stomach. She aimed a followup right hook at his head, but Frank just managed to block this. Instead of another punch Zoe peeled off her left pastie, and Frank stood there dumbfounded watching her. I can’t blame him; I had no idea what she was doing until she slapped it right on his face over his nose and mouth. To my surprise it had enough adhesive to seem like it was stuck on there pretty well; Frank tried to rip it off, but before he could do so Zoe hit him in the stomach again with a big right. This left my teammate reeling, unable to breathe with the pastie still on, and Zoe rang him up with a hard combo of hits, two hooks to the gut followed by a huge knockout right. Frank ended up spinning with the force of the blow, coming to rest on his face. He got to all fours and finally got the pastie off with a mighty tug, but that gave his opponent enough time to attack; Zoe pulled Frank up to his knees, her left hand grabbing a handful of his hair, tugging his head up so he could see the knockout punch she was lining up with her right hand.

If Zoe has one weakness, it’s that she loves ending a fight this way, landing a dramatic punch you see coming to seal your doom; of course the problem is that if her opponent isn’t weak enough they have a chance to escape, and for the second time in the match Frank had enough gas in the tank to make a move, this time pushing forward from his knees, slamming his shoulder into Zoe’s thighs. If he’d been on one knee I think he could have turned this into a tackle, but as it was he only could get enough power to knock Zoe backwards (although she did lose her grip on his hair). Frank wrapped his arms around Zoe’s legs and pulled, trying to throw her over him, but instead she fell on him awkwardly.

Both teams started cheering for their fighter to get up; Frank recovered faster as it looked like Zoe had smacked her head on the padded ground when she’d hit. In any case Frank managed to get to his feet as a groggy Zoe was just getting up off her knees. She made it to her feet, but before she could move Frank was on her right side, applying a strong wristlock. Zoe moaned as Frank twisted her wrist all the way around. She was driven down to one knee as Frank clubbed her right shoulder. You might see this move on TV used as resthold; in a real match it can be pretty effective and here it left Zoe helpless, unable to escape Frank’s strong grip as he took her all the way down to the mat, transitioning into a hammerlock and sitting down on her butt. Frank managed to get Zoe’s other arm and turned the hold into a double hammerlock, and I leaned forward in my seat, waiting to see if Zoe was going to submit.

She didn’t; Frank had drawn an opponent who could take a lot of punishment, and although her arms were helplessly trapped she started bucking and wriggling with all her might. In danger of losing his hold Frank switched grips, grabbing each of Zoe’s wrists and pulling her arms straight out behind her, getting to his feet and planting his right foot between Zoe’s shoulderblades and pushing.

This looked like it hurt quite a bit, and Zoe was slow to free herself, slowly getting up and making Frank break the hold. It looked like Frank had managed to wear his younger opponent down, and when he released her arms she spun around with a right hook that was so slow Frank had no trouble ducking it. Zoe had overextended herself and Frank grabbed her around the waist, tossing her down to the mat where she landed on her back. Before she could move Frank laid down on the mats with her and slapped on a textbook headscissors. You usually see women doing this move more, but Frank was an expert, and it soon became apparent that Zoe was helpless; he kept her near arm pinned to the mats and her far arm could do nothing but helplessly slap and punch at his legs. Frank grimaced but held on as Zoe’s resistance slowly ceased, her hand losing power until it just lay on Frank’s thigh, then fell limp to the mat.  

Frank released Zoe, carefully, making sure she wasn’t faking - she wasn’t. But she hadn’t submitted, so technically the match was still going. Frank peeled her remaining pastie off and stuck it to the mat, then got on top of her and started teasing her tits with his fingers, leaning down to lick her neck. Zoe barely stirred (he must have almost knocked her out with the scissors) as her opponent started working her over. With all respect to Frank, he doesn’t have the best erotic attack in the world, but it seemed like it didn’t matter since his opponent was out of it; she only managed a deep sigh as Frank developed his attack, sliding down her body to lick and suck on her large dark nipples, reaching his right hand between her legs and rubbing her pussy through her bottoms. Both teams were quiet for once, the girls because their fighter was getting destroyed and us because I think we didn’t want to chance rousing Zoe. Frank stopped to slide her bottoms off, then kissed his way down between her legs, and when Zoe didn’t move to stop him from eating her pussy the match was effectively over. As she got closer to a climax she crossed her legs behind his head, but it looked like this was more reflexive than anything else, and all it must’ve done was push Frank’s face deeper into her crotch. Our team clapped and cheered for Frank as he made Zoe cum and eliminated her from the tournament. Frank climbed off her and I threw him a towel to wipe his defeated opponent’s juices off his face. Zoe’s teammates came out to help her back to her corner while we all congratulated our victorious teammate. The tournament was all tied up at 1-1.

Judy vs Brian

The next match up was Judy (Frank’s daughter) vs Brian (Zoe’s dad). Brian’s all lean muscle and wrestles a quick style, using a lot of throws. He’s not the tallest guy at 5’8”, but he’s strong and fast. Today he was wearing a dark green thong that showed off a little bit more of his tight butt than I really wanted to see, but I guess if you got it you might as well flaunt it.

His opponent was taller than him, but much thinner; Judy is just a smidge taller than my daughter at about six feet, but she’s built like a beanpole - tiny A-cups, long but noodle-thin arms and legs, and no butt. Her face is also very plain, and her hair didn’t help either, mousy brown and in a long, simple heavy-banged wave that came down to her boobs. For this tournament she was wearing a ridiculous neon pink V-shaped swimsuit, the top points on her shoulders and the bottom a pussy sling that barely covered her shaved crotch.

Judy has a neighborhood rep as a erotic submission specialist, and she played to her strengths from the word go, faking a jab and then going for a low grab at Brian’s suit. Fortunately my teammate saw through her ruse and stopped her short, grabbing both her wrists. He threw himself backwards, taking Judy with him, planting his foot in her stomach and monkey flipping her over his head, releasing her wrists as she sailed over him before landing hard on her back with a scream of surprise. Brian got up and flexed for us (I clapped; Frank yelled “Finish her off first, you dope!”) before turning to his opponent. Brian pulled Judy up to her feet and gave her a beautiful Saito suplex (getting on Judy’s right side, looping her right arm over his shoulder, gripping her around the waist and then lifting her), slamming her down on the mats on her shoulders. He went to pick her up for another move but wasn’t guarding himself properly as Judy reached up at the last second, pulling his suit down to his ankles. Brian stupidly stood there in shock for a second - I don’t know why he was surprised; it’s more rare than not for any of Judy’s opponents to stay clothed for more than two minutes of a match - and his opponent capitalized, slamming her shoulder into his knees and knocking him down on his back. Judy crawled up his legs quickly, and - having fallen prey in previous bouts against Judy to what I thought she was about to attempt - I screamed “Brian! Clench!” I guess he listened as Judy grunted in annoyance as her finger failed to penetrate his butt. She shot me a dirty look and I gave her my friendliest wave in return. Brian had only been lightly stunned when the back of his head hit the mat, and Judy had missed her chance as he slapped his legs shut around her head.

Judy slapped the mat in annoyance as her team shouted advice. I noticed too late that Brian had left her hands free, and Judy reached up, slapping his body blindly a few times before locating his cock and balls. Amazingly, Judy started giving her opponent a handjob while he was still working the headscissors. Frank yelled to “Get her hands,” but it was too late; when Brian reached down to try and grab her wrists, the hand not stroking his cock gave his balls a twisting squeeze. I winced in sympathy - Judy’s a master at this move - and it looked for a second like Brian was going to lose the match in a very humiliating fashion.

But before that he just released the headscissors, surprising Judy, who had a comical look of shock on her face, and Brian managed to roll away from her, breaking her hold and getting up to his knees. Judy got to her knees as well, and both fighters circled, panting. Brian’s hard cock was pointing right at his teenaged opponent, and I just hoped he could stay away from her long enough to calm down; it looked like a few strokes would be enough to make him blow and lose the match.

Judy came in with a lunge at Brian’s goods, and he went low to stop her, but she faked him out, going high, pressing her body against his and kissing him. Brian froze, not expecting this, and she braced one of her legs behind his, pushing on his shoulders and taking him down to the mat. She lay on top of him and reached between her legs, trying to pull her suit to the side before mounting him - I think Brian was saved by the simple fact that she still had it on as she took too long and Brian heaved her off. They got back to their knees facing off and Judy, eyes not moving off her opponent, stripped off her suit - she pulled both straps down and let it fall into a puddle at her feet, then stepped out of it. Brian cocked an eyebrow at this; Judy apparently expected him to be transfixed in erotic stupefaction, but instead he took a few quick steps to close up with her, then scooped her up, his right arm between her legs and his left on her shoulder. Judy just had time to yelp in surprise before he turned and powerslammed her down to the mats. Frank bellowed “Finish her!”, but Judy rolled over and got to her feet before Brian could press his attack.

The fighters circled and Brian made the first move, charging in and trying to spin behind Judy, looking for his signature German suplex. He got behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, but before he could lift her she reached between her legs, fitting his still-hard cock between her bare thighs. She started moving her hips back and forth and Brian froze, only slowly starting to move again when I screamed at him to do something. With a grunt he tried to pick up Judy, but he didn’t have the strength - and that’s saying something since Judy wasn’t exactly the heaviest built girl in the whole tournament. Judy’s tactics finally seemed to have paid of as Brian was helpless in her hold.

“Does that feel good, Mister Meadows?” Judy purred in her most sultry voice. “Don’t move and I’ll make you feel even better, okay?”

To my immense relief Brian wasn’t finished yet, giving up on the suplex and shoving Judy away from him. She took a stumbling step forward and then turned to face him. The smart move I think would have been for Brian to keep his distance and calm down, but he went right at her, trying to grab her for one of his throws - but he’d lost a lot of speed and Judy went low, tackling him, her shoulder hitting his legs. She took him down to the mat on his back, and this time she completed her finishing move, sliding her finger up Brian’s ass before he could stop her. I knew in my heart the match was over as she slipped it all the way in; Brian made a feeble escape attempt, but his younger opponent controlled him with her one invading finger as her teammates whooped and clapped. Judy took the tip of his cock into her mouth and used her free hand to stroke him with her index and middle fingers and her thumb. Her finger was no doubt working his prostate and Brian made it maybe 90 seconds before losing the match, spurting into Judy’s mouth. She took his entire load, then when he was finished she released his dick, opening her mouth and letting his cum and her spit drool out on the mat.

Frank and I went to drag Brian back to our corner; Judy did her best strut back to her team, high-fiving and hugging my daughter. It was time for my match next.

Eric vs Kayla

The last match of the first round was me (Cassandra’s dad) against Kayla (Deon’s daughter). I knew Kayla pretty well - she would babysit the younger kids for extra cash sometimes, and I’d helped train her in wrestling. Today she had her hair natural, a mass of curls coming down to her shoulders, her dark skin already glistening with a little sweat (it was already getting really warm). She’s built more like her mother than her father, 5’4” and a little on the scrawny side of average with thin arms and legs, little B cups, and a pert little butt. Her most arresting feature was definitely her wide smile, complete with a little gap between her front teeth, which she was currently aiming at me, no doubt trying to put me off guard. For today’s fight she was wearing a red two-piece, the bottom with a wide frill, the top basically a red sports bra.

As for me, hi, I’m Eric, and I’m afraid I’m a little average; I was pretty good back in the day, but three kids later (can I use that as an excuse? I mean, my wife is the one who pushed ‘em out) I have to admit I wasn’t in the best shape of my life; I was still fairly strong and fast, kind of middle of the road - not as strong as Deon or as quick as Brian, but then again they’d both lost their matches, so maybe not going too far towards either end of the scale would work out for me. I’m 5’10”, so I had half a foot on my opponent, which was comforting at least. Today I was wearing my white trunks my wife had gotten me for placing 2nd in the All Neighborhood Sexfight tournament ten years back (and yes, they still fit!) and, like Frank, I had my hair buzzed, having learned through experience that female wrestlers will take any advantage they can get, including pulling your hair rather fiercely.

We came out onto the mats and right from the get go I was wary as Kayla has a very tricky style. Don’t let her height and weight fool you; I’ve seen her take down opponents bigger than me with tricks and traps, and I was determined not to fall afoul of any, or at least not to start the match off by walking into one. Sure enough Kayla started talking to me, trying to distract me so she could make an opening move:

“How’s your summer going, Mister G?”

“Fine.” I checked her feet; planted firmly, so probably not going for a kick at my balls.

“Did you end up getting those Le Miz tickets?”

“Yes.” I checked her hands; she was in an open stance, arms far apart; possibly going to try for a grab. No - her right arm was moving back into position for a strike.

“You need me to babysit?”

“That’s okay, Cassandra’s old enough - “ Before I could finish my sentence Kayla launched her attack with blinding speed, charging and aiming a slap at my face. I just ducked it, feeling the wind from her strike ruffle my hair. I dropped to a crouch and aimed a low sweep kick at her legs, but she recovered from her whiff quicker than I anticipated and leapt back just in time. I charged her, but she weaved to the side - damn, she was fast - and threw her knee into my midsection as I went past her.

That was enough to stop me and I fell to my knees, holding my stomach where she’d hit me. Kayla got behind me and reached around my body, giving me a surprise double nipple twist that had me howling in pain. The next thing I knew she had looped her right arm around my neck and was pulling me into a Dragon sleeper. I’d shown her this move and she applied it quickly, locking it on tight before I could react. She had it applied well, but it was a little early in the fight for this, and I thought it would be simple enough to power out;. but before I could try this her left hand came into my suit. She started crushing my balls and I couldn’t even gather enough air to scream.

“Now don’t fuckin’ move,” she ordered me, her grip switching from my nuts to my limp dick. “Just lay there and I’ll make you nut real quick, all right?” She got me hard quickly using just a finger and thumb.

Her handjob felt great, but of course I wasn’t nearly weakened up enough to just lay there and let her finish me; I easily overpowered her and broke the hold, dumping her on her butt with a surprised squeal. I made a grab for her, but she rolled away from me and up to her feet. We squared off and she struck first, lunging at me with an uppercut ball slap. I faded back away from her, looking for another move this obvious one was covering and sure enough Kayla copied one of my earlier attacks (unsurprising - this was another maneuver I’d taught it to her!), dropping to a crouch and aiming a sweep kick at my legs; but I’d backed up too far and she just missed with a loud curse. I backed up a little bit more, trying to make her think I was being a gentleman and letting her get up, but as she rose to her feet I charged in, grabbing her shoulders, then turning and hip throwing her to the mat.

Kayla hit hard on her back with a gasp, instinctively sitting up, playing right into my hands as I quickly unhooked her sports bra. I hoped she would reach back to try and stop me (giving me a great opportunity to trap her arms), but she was a little too experienced for this and simply gave up her top, sliding down out of it and rolling away, leaving me holding her empty bra. I tossed it to Deon - it looked pretty expensive and I’m sure he’d want to make sure Kayla got it back - not taking my eyes off my younger opponent as I got to my feet and we circled. I decided to go for a trick of my own and started toward Kayla, aiming low like I was going to grab her bottoms; I suckered her into a kick (making a note to remind her at the next training session not to try a kick above the waist too early in a match) and I caught her ankle, pulling on it and dumping her on her back. I made a grab for her other ankle, but she was too quick and kicked me in the knee with her free leg. I had to release her and back off, trying not to let her see how much that had hurt as she got to her feet. Of course, she noticed:

“You all right, Mister G? You need to put some ice on that?”  

Now I had to stop and think; was she going to go after my leg? From the way she was inching towards me thinking I didn’t notice, the answer was yes. I hadn’t responded to her question and she attacked, aiming a big slap at my face; I ducked it waiting for the real move and sure enough she lunged at my knee. I caught her and she yelled in surprise as I lifted her off the mat before slamming her down on her back, knocking the wind out of her. This looked like a good time to get her bottoms off and a quick yank later I was tossing them to her dad to bring home. Kayla rolled over and sat up, but she still looked pretty dazed. I got on one knee next to her and put my young opponent in the same Dragon sleeper she’d put on me at the beginning of the match; the difference is that I was stronger than her, and she’d been pretty worn down by now. As I locked it in I dared to hope she wouldn’t be able to escape. Just to make sure, before she could start struggling I used my free hand to start playing with her tits, teasing her dark little nipples between my fingertips.

Now I’m gonna come clean here: I had taught Kayla how to apply a dragon sleeper, but I had neglected to show her how to escape, and as she weakly pulled on my arms it looked like my own dirty trick had paid off. She kicked her legs and struggled a little bit and I had to clamp down, but she wiggled her remaining energy away rather quickly between my one arm choking her and the other one playing with her tits, and before too long to the cheers of my teammates I moved my hand down between her legs. Using two pumping fingers I eliminated Kayla from the tournament with what sounded like a powerful climax before releasing her.

It was all tied up for the second round.