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.