Free Style Pt2

[johnsmith2007]

Free Style Pt2

Warning about a sexual nature, and some kinks but no real nastiness.


Jon sprang out eager to capitalise on the still weakened state of the pale skinned girl only to be stopped in his tracks by a cheek reddening face slap. Face slapping was just allowed, but usually reserved for FvsF fights and it startled him so much that the vixen had managed to slap him silly, smacking in four more shots before he raised his arms in defence. He back peddled away from her, and it was only then that he realised she was sobbing with frustration, and the slapping was near enough her last throw of the dice, she had had so little time to recover from her last torment, the light weight Brunette was still physically and mentally drained. So with a grin he jumped forwards and for the next five minutes Jon slapped away at the small schoolgirl, getting in five or six heavy slaps to her one or two, but leaving them both raw faced and tearful as with their left hand they held the other teen in place while slapping with their right.

Eventually after five or six unanswered blows Jon let go of the short cut dark hair of the kitten and Tina crumpled to the floor sobbing her heart out.
?Damn bitch, but you can really slap,? Jon felt his puffy face as it swelled and reddened. Slowly walking up beside her he nudged her over with his naked oiled hip and she lay whimpering while he counted her out for another 3 point fall, but this time she did not stay down, but regaining her composure staggered back to her feet and zigzagged back to her bag for a drink. The extra break however was what she really needed to get her act back together, and any thought the boy had that this fight was over were quickly dispelled as when he tried to lock-up she deftly feinted and slipped a knee into his hanging pods. Jon had been unprepared and the pain coursed through his body and then the bitch swept his feet out from under him and he crashed to the mat.

Before the blonde could defend him self the pale skinned vixen leapt atop the pup and snapped her lean boyish thighs solidly around his head. She had him pinned 69 style, flat on the mat with all of his hot sweaty tanned naked body to play with as he desperately tried to prise open the buns that thrust his nose deep into her burning ass. Draping her own nude torso across his she went for a sex-wrestling move all good mother?s had taught there daughter?s, grabbing his dick she licked and sucked around it, caressing and kissing. As he fought for breath in her neck scissors his sex was sucked dry, and he was forced to cum twice before she noticed his writhing had stopped and let his limp body collapse drained into dream land. The first three points were simple for her to count out and the period ended when she got the extra three pints for his inability to regain his feet, still lying on his back with an expression that mixed pain and pleasure, at the end of the twenty minute time limit

Jon?s sex was red and traumatised by the agony and ecstasy of her attack, and he was now so weak that it was with difficulty that he crawled across the mat and managed a few gulps of his cool energy drink before he had to rise and fight again. They locked up, both exhausted now, with tears flowing down their cheeks, knowing they had really hurt the other fighter and really frightened as to what would happen if they lost. Jon grunted in exertion hoping to flip the dark haired vixen, but the pale skinned girl was still that little bit quicker than the tanned blond boy, and just as Jon was nearly into his throw she slipped out of his clutches and snaked behind him. Jon groaned as her wiry arms enclosed his waist and she synched on a crushing hug across his already tender belly.

They danced across the matting as he tried to loosen her hold and also keep her unbalanced so she could not lift him for a ball crusher, but Tina in her turn was weakening him by repeatedly snapping tight her hold, in effect gut punching him. When they hit the wall Jon knew it was his turn, the quick bitch had not released her hold in time and the boy now got a firm grip on both her wrists and spread their arms wide. Tina croaked out a protest as air was pumped out of her small frame as Jon smacked back his firm ass into her gut, crushing her between his muscled body and the padded wall. He repeated the low womb busting attack five or six times until the feisty Brunettes struggles subsided, and then with a grim smile continued the blows as her legs gave out and she was hanging, pinned to the wall, dry retching and gurgling.

?You shouldn?t have tried to milk my sack dry Tina,? he hissed, turning his head to look over his shoulder into her agonized, tear streaked face. Her sky blue eyes were wide and staring in shock as her teen body was traumatised, but steeling himself against pity Jon smoothly moved to hoist the light weight up on top his shoulders before with heave and a grunt of pure power he tossed her up and flung her down in a shattering slam, flat on her back into the middle of the mat. He leapt after her to seal her fate in a crushing body splash only to ruin him self as she managed to bring up both knees to catch the heavy boy a low and disastrous double knee gut buster. It took Tina some minutes to recover from the shattering impact, but even then Jon was still curled in a ball, holding his lower body coughing, a trickle of sick oozing from the side of his mouth, eyes screwed shut against the pain. The little Brunette wearily smiled to the webcam for her fans, dragged Jon to his feet by his hair and then tossed the taller fighter hard into the padding and than using the curly headed blond?s own rebounding momentum against him; hip tossed him with a crash spread eagled onto the hard unyielding matting.

Somehow summoning all his last remaining energy the traumatised boy beat the count for the five point throw, much to Tina?s annoyance. Jon weakly staggered to his feet only to walk into another throw, this time the Brunette grabbed him viciously by his ears and tossed him across the mat to land again with a heavy thud flat on his back. Tina repeated her move three more times, each successive throw leaving Jon more stunned, and finally as she wrenched him up by his hair one last time his legs nearly gave way. The throw, this time with his hair afire from the pain of her claws in his scalp, totally disorientated the schoolboy, which was just what the little minx wanted. The last thing Jon knew before passing into a blissful oblivion was the hairless snatch of the pale skinned teen wrapping itself around his head, her cuntlips riding across his nose as her thighs snapped shut his mouth, and her wet dripping bleeding clit blocking off his airways. She had KOed him again.

[johnsmith2007]

Tina released him when, after using the standard fuck-wrestling check, a vicious slap across his cock and balls, he stayed inert, so was definitely out for the count this time. The five points for a throw was an automatic, and as he was still in dreamland only moaning, his eyes fluttering after three consecutive extra periods, the pale skinned teen female had won the second fall by default, her opponent unable to rise to the occasion, and considering his swollen balls and bruised reddening tool, not an unreasonable situation for the boy. Jon eventually came round, croaking and spitting with only a minute left of the rest period. He had to get to his feet to make scratch and did not even have time for a quick swig of water before Tina rushed across to finish him off. As he turned to face her he realised that from somewhere she had got a whole new burst of strength, and though she was weakened and brutalised, and dripping blood from various orifices the small glistening female was determined to put him down and out.

It was the thought of what would happen to him afterwards that gave Jon a renewed boost of energy and the determination to fight on. This bitch was his little sister?s lover, so that meant that in all likelihood she would join her girl for the victory fuck, and that was something Jon dared not allow to happen again. His small sister had learnt to much from Mom and then added some psycho extras of her own, the last time she had nearly castrated him, milking him out seven times in an hour so that his balls shone fire-engine red while she giggled and sucked him off as her studded dildo worked his ass raw and the clamps she had attached to his sack tightened at her every thrust. It had been far worse than his last defeat by Mom, she mainly went for degradation of her eldest male child, not castration, and after an hours pony riding with a cock strap and ball weights had let him off with just eating his own shit and drinking her piss.

The tanned blond ducked the snatching hands, but could only stumble ineffectually away allowing Tina to close, grab his injured arm and whip it painfully up his back, and then she proceeded to give his already bruised ribs and crushed gut a succession of knee lifts that had him groaning and whining for her to stop. Leg sweeping the teen male the Brunette took him to the floor and wriggled atop, easily pinning his arms by his side and then, to a scream from Jon, who recognised the move his little sister had used so effectively on him in their last match, snuggled down to start nipping and chewing on his small and ultra sensitive male nipples. Technically illegal, he knew he would however get very little sympathy for attacks to his male breasts, as all the boys took such great pleasure in traumatising the girls developing buds, crushing and needing them till they bled and oozed milk. And it was that thought that roused him to give an extra loud yell and exert all his remaining strength to flip them over and release his now bleeding left nipple.

Getting his feet up between them he caught Tina still trying to keep on the finger lock and managed to monkey flip her over his head hard onto the mat. The lanky blond then took advantage of the fact she had banged her head and was slightly stunned, to continue the move and flip over himself to land both knees indecently low into the hot, oiled, slick and steaming naked body of the schoolgirl. Her toned torso was untensed and thus Jon?s hard knees cut through her stomach shield in a really womb crushing gut buster. The young Brunette?s last gasps of air escaped from her in an anguished bellow and she grabbed herself gurgling at her sudden loss of breath and the traumatic pain as her ovaries were bruised and battered. Jon, having stayed atop his victim grinding in his bony knees into her soft pliant body, savoured Tina?s every whimper and sob.

His technique for the finisher owed nothing to school wrestling or any training. The beetroot red gasping face of the tortured airless girl was enough to tell him what to do. Grapevining her legs so she could not slide free, and pressing his damaged sex right up to and into the Brunettes, he snaked his hands across her tearstained face, licked his fingers, pinched closed her nose and thrust his tong deep into her gasping mouth, tickling her tonsils with a deep, deep French kiss. He grabbed her hands when she had tried to eye gouge her way out, and spread their locked arms wide, so that they now lay naked flat on the floor, his heavy weight pinning the smaller girl below him as she bucked and screamed silently into his gagging mouth, while his bruised bloody and naked body crucified her to the mat.

She bucked and writhed, bending, bridging and thrusting under him, getting him more excited at every move as his sex now became swollen and started to actually penetrate his enemy. To his surprise he also realised that for all the aggression to get free, the bitch was as turned on by her agony as he was, her sexlips swelling, clit dripping and cunt sucking his hardening tool deeper inside. Her eyes glared defiance, then anger, then desperation, and eventually fear as he slowly smothered the flame of life out of her, snuffing the burning sexual desire to win out of her light weight bare body, and as her eyes fluttered back into her head Jon knew he had at last vanquished the bitch. She gave one last massive spasm, and both of them climaxed together, her a now sweat, blood, jizz and cum covered unconscious loser and Jon a very happy but battered, sexually fulfilled winner.

As a final thought he gave the finger to the girl?s team webcam, knowing his sister must be there, and patted the comatose Tine on her ass.
?She?s mine,? he screamed at the camera, ?and your ass is next Milly?.

John

Change is as good as a rest, and as I?m still laid up at present, a big thanks to the guy who posted this for me.

Merry Christmas.

[agraf74]

Nice. One victory for us boys in boxing day...
Better appreciated when read immediately after Part 1.