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.
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.
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