Shannon 3

After being thoroughly dominated by Margie, her teacher, Shannon took



out her wrestling frustrations on her regular sparring partner Kim,



during their tag-team match with Margie and Shannons partner Marilyn.



Tormenting Kim in a series of brutal scissors and a back bending



grapevine, Shannon holds her young opponent in a hammerlock, while she



recovers. She doesnt want to end the fall just yet and she was going to



make Kim suffer...



Shannon applied a little pressure to Kims already aching arm, trying to



nudge the blonde into an escape attempt. It was also an excuse to press



her body closer. Her thighs pushed against Kims plump ass, and Shannon



could feel the warm touch of their per spiring bodies. She rose slightly



and rubbed her vagina against Kims soft buttock. The others watched as



she let out a low moan and released the hammerlock. Shannon moved to one



knee, climbing on top of Kim and started breaking her down to the mat.



Kimberly shifted her legs, but she was so drained that she slowly



crumbled and once again was lying prone, her full breasts pressed to the



canvas.



Shannon had thrown out technique, she liked the idea of thoroughly



dominating Kim, body to body. She continued her full body press,



wrapping her arms around Kims throat and entwining her legs from



behind. One of Kims silky thighs was caught between Shannons and she



squeezed; strongly at first, to reinforce her dominance, then she began



to swivel, enjoying the stimulation against her clitoris. She pressed



down on Kims head, not letting her forget that this was a wrestling



match and that she, Shannon was winning.



Kim could feel Shannons breath in her ear and the weight of her body,



she was so tired. She wanted to quit, she wanted to go home, but since



the torture had stopped, she found a new sensation. The top of Shannons



thigh was pressed into her crotch and Ki m found that by struggling



against her with the hips... The sensation was lifting.



Shannon realized that Kim was now struggling against her, but not very



strongly. Kims broken breath as she stimulated herself gave her away.



Shannon quickly rocked onto her back, then moved aside, so Kim rolled



over her onto her back, too. Shannon pounced on her opponent. Then,



bounced on her, reestablishing the body press. This time belly-to-belly.



Kim let out an, Ooof, as the wind was knocked out of her.



Shannon clamped onto Kims wrists and slowly went up to her knees. She



worked her way up to Kims ample chest, then sat directly onto the



blondes breasts. Kim tried to catch her breath, but Shannon was



weighing down on her. She flailed her legs, but they were so weak, she



couldnt even bridge her back. Shannon wiggled a little more, until Kim



saw that she was moving closer and closer to her face. Her struggling



became more earnest. But, Shannon held her prone.



Grinning evilly, Shannon brought her moist vagina right down on Kims



face. Looking up to Margie, she grinned wider as she wiggled her hips.



Kim kicked her legs to no avail. Shannon lowered until her well-formed



ass was only inches above her hapless opponent.



Come on, girl. Wrestle her, Marilyn said.



Shut up! Shannon said, and wiggled a little more.



Kim was fading, her struggling became merely symbolic as Shannon held



her tight.



Lick me, bitch, Shannon said in a low voice, Lick me and I might let



you up.



She was now completely sitting on helpless Kimberly, moving her hips



ever so slightly. Kim finally managed to turn her head and gulp for air.



Shannon had nearly suffocated her. Lying there, feeling her opponents



body on her shoulders, smelling Shannons sweat and vagina, Kim



relented. She turned and slowly pushed her tongue against Shannons clit



and stroked. The first stroke caused Shannon to arch her back and then



moan as Kimberly delved out her penance for losing.



Let her up, Champ, Marilyn said, Shes had enough.



Leave me alone, Shannon called back.



Marilyn watched Shannon rise slightly as Kimberly continued. She wasnt



really concerned too much for the heavy-set girl, rather watching



Shannon force her into oral sex was driving her crazy. As the two



wriggled in the ring, Marilyns hand found its way into the bottoms of



her bikini and she stroked herself, ever so slowly, not wanting any of



the others to notice.



Suddenly, Shannon shrieked. The orgasm caused her body to visibly shake



and she rolled off of Kim, who heaved for breath. Kim was so tired. But,



she had to escape and now was her chance. She rolled onto her stomach



and pushed until her aching legs were under her, trying to get to her



knees. She looked up at Margie, who was stunned by the girls fortitude.



Marjorie, beckoned her with hand gestures. If she could tag in now,



Shannon would be in a world of trouble.



Shannon looked up at the lights. She was in ecstasy. She had completely



wrestled out poor little Kim and had one of the best orgasms of her



life, including her boyfriend, Mark. She giggled to herself, because she



knew that he never liked to wrestle with her. He was afraid to. He



actually thought he might hurt her.



Wake up, girl!



Shannon looked up to see Marilyn pointing. She turned to see; Kimberly



crawled to the corner with a final effort and tagged Margie in! She



bounded through the ropes and headed straight for Shannon.



Okay, you had your fun. Now, its time for the big girl to play.



Shannon panicked. She was too drained to fight Margie now, and she



remembered what those thighs did to her last time. She rolled, feeling



Margies hands grabbing for her. The sweat on her back made her hard to



grasp and Shannon dove into the corner, where her hand slapped Marilyns



outstretched palm.



Margie stopped as she saw Marilyn climb in through the ropes.



As you said, honey. Time for the big girls to play.



Good, Margie said, I was hoping Id get to lock up with you. We can



show these little girls how its done.



We? Marilyn commented as the two slowly circled, Better be concerned



about yourself, honey. Ever since I saw you on TV, Ive always wanted to



get you on the mat.



Be careful what you wish for... Margie started as she lunged as



Marilyn, who was a little quicker than she thought and the brunette



slipped aside.



Before she could step back, Marilyn moved forward and grabbed Margie.



Instead of going for a take-down, Marilyn worked around behind her



blonde opponent and clasped her arms around Margies defined waist.



Grunting, she squeezed Margie in a bear hug, lifting her off the mat.



God, this woman is strong, Margie realized, even though she thought



the move was simplistic. It worked.



Marilyn poured on the pressure, pulling Margie up and back, so not to



get her balance and forcing the breath out of her. Margies hand



instinctually began prying at Marilyns fingers. But, the brunette knew



it was coming. Just as Margie was starting to pull at her pinkies,



Marilyn fell back, dumping Margie full force to the floor. Having been



in the ring for some time, Margie managed to keep from being stunned by



the impact. But, she was already breathing heavy. Marilyn moved to her



knees and rolled Margie onto her stomach, using her full weight to



press the older woman to the floor. Once there, Marilyn released the



bear hug and wrapped her strong arms around the blondes neck, while she



tried to isolate her flailing legs.



Damn. Margie thought, she had underestimated this woman completely. This



wasnt another mouthy teen or cat fighter. Marilyn knew what she was



doing. She was going to grind her into the mat and wear her down.



Ill bet this is a view you havent had in a while, Marilyn gloated,



whispering in Margies ear.



Margie exploded, she managed to bump her body and get her knees under



her, but as soon as she did, Marilyn was waiting. The brunette hooked



under Margies arms and fell onto her back. Margie had no surface to push



off of, and now she could feel Marilyns l egs at her sides.



Bad move, she said between breaths.



Its okay, honey, Marilyn said and punctuated it by crossing her



ankles and gripping the blonde in her scissors.



Uunnnnngghh, Margie heard herself moan as Marilyns thighs crushed her



ribs and stomach.



Oh, come on. We havent even started, yet.



Marilyn rolled onto her side, dragging Margie in her scissors. She



didnt want Margie getting on her feet. And for insurance, she wrapped up



the older woman in a full-nelson.



Do you like this? I always thought it was like being in a rack,



Marilyn cooed and pulled backwards as she clamped the scissors,



stretching Margies body to the limit.



Unnnnnngh. Ahhhh, Margie cried out. Then for added dominance, Marilyn



simply wrapped her arms around Margies head and squeezed.



From ringside, Shannon was nearly jumping for joy. Her partner was



tearing Ms. Marjory a new one and she loved it.



Get her, girl, she cried, Squeeze the shit out of her.



Marilyn did just that. She had enveloped Margie like a boa constrictor



attacking a mouse. Her well-formed thighs held her opponents waist in a



vice and Shannon and Kim both could see them ripple with every squeeze.



Marilyn placed her head right next to Margies as she squeezed. She



loved whispering taunts at her tortured opponent.



Again, Marilyn rolled, trying to keep the blonde from getting her



bearings. This time, Margie ended up on her stomach; well actually



face-down with Marilyns legs beneath her, which was more draining than



being pressed to the mat. But, it did mean that she could get to her



hands and knees.



Marilyn sensed that she was losing this hold, but squeezed again anyway.



Margie sat up on her knees, Marilyns scissors still in effect, but not



as strong. Then, Margie spun and sprang forward, stunning her opponent



and rolling over her head. The scissors broke.



Margie tried to roll away, to recover. But, Marilyn moved quickly on her



knees and dived on her. Margie found herself again on her back, with



Marilyn completely body pressing her belly-to-belly. The brunette



scowled as the two Amazons locked legs and arms. They strained for a



moment, neither gaining an advantage. Margie didnt care. She liked the



feeling of the other womans body next to hers. The smooth touch of



their perspiration covered thighs rubbing together.



Finally, they broke apart getting back up to their knees.



Not bad, Margie commented, trying not to sound impressed. She was.



This woman had her in trouble early.



Just getting warmed up, came the reply.



They locked up again, pushing and pulling with locked arms. Their



breasts pressed together. Margie looked down, which caught Marilyns



attention. Margies breasts were at least two sizes larger and she knew



it. As they grappled, she purposefully jiggled th em, moving them on top



of Marilyns.



Marilyn again took the initiative and dove into Margie. Her shoulder



caught Margie in the mid-section and she drove the large woman back to



the mat. Margie rolled to get off her back, but found herself on her



stomach again, with her opponent straddling her. Marilyn bounced a few



times on Margies plump buttocks, jarring her. Then, she spread herself



across the blondes body. Her arms and legs entangled Margies, and her



crotch was pressed against the teachers ass. But, this time, Marilyn



moved in to do damage. She wrapped her arms around her throat and



pulled Margie backwards.



The sleeper! Margie had been dragged into a sitting position with Marilyn



close behind her. She knew she was in a bad position and reached out for



the ropes. They were too far. Poor Kim was still recovering from her



beating and was of no help.



Put her out! yelled Shannon, Then, I can do what I want with her!



Marilyn pressed downwards on the weakened brunette, trying to shut off



the precious oxygen and blood to the brain. She knew that if she could



just hold it until Margies strength was drained, then she could clamp



on her Boston Crab or Scorpion lock.



Margies struggles became more vain. Her legs stopped moving and her eyes



shut. Then, she went limp.



Oh, my God, Marilyn thought, I got her. Ive really got her.



She released her grip and Margie fell back, completely sprawled on the



mat. Quickly, the brunette moved to grab her ankles and set her up for



the finisher. Once that strutting bitch was in her Crab, it was all



over.



Marilyn scooped up Margies ankles. They were dead weight in her hands.



She began to pull her legs up, when Margies eyes opened! The rejuvenated



blonde grabbed her stunned opponents shoulders and rolled back, causing



Marilyn to somersault onto her back. Before she could move, Marilyn



felt Margie drop onto her. The impact knocked her breath out. She tried



to roll, but only managed to get to her side, where Margie wanted her.



Keeping her opponent pressed into the mat, Margie put her knee on the



side of Marilyns head, holding her still.



Poor dear, Marilyn. I can play possum with the best of them.



You bitch! Marilyn blurted as Margie grabbed her free arm, Ahhh.



Margie kept pressing Marilyns head down with her knee until she managed



to grab Marilyns right wrist and ankle. Now, she was ready. Rolling



Marilyn back on her stomach, Margie planted her feet on Marilyns



shapely ass and pulled her wrist and ankle in an inverted bow and arrow.



The limbs were being pulled to the side, something they do not do. The



pain was excruciating.



Aaaaaaaahhh! You bitch! When I get my... Ooooh!



You were saying...



Come on, Mary, called Shannon, Dont give up.



Oh, please, Margie said and rocked back again, pulling Marilyns limbs



in directions they werent meant to go.



Submit? She asked. No answer. Good.



Releasing what would have been the finishing hold on any other opponent,



Margie dove back on top Marilyn. Such determination, she thought. She was



going to enjoy this.



Holding her body across Marilyns back, Margie grabbed both ankles and



crossed them, pressing Marilyns feet to her buttocks. Usually, it was



just an immobilization hold, to keep an opponent still, but Margie poured



on pressure, stretching the thigh and just for the hell of it, she bit



one of Marilyns toes.



Owww! You slut!



Margie pounced on her prone opposition again, this time in a



stranglehold. But, for an added taste, she pressed her knee against



Marilyns shoulder blade so she would have no room to breathe.



Fucking cow! Shannon yelled.



Do you want a rematch right now, little girl? Margie called back,



Then, shut up. All she has to do is submit!



Marilyn managed to shake her head, no.



All right, but youll only delaying it.



Margie released the stranglehold and took a few steps away. Marilyn



gasped for breath. She would not underestimate Margie again. Margie



sighed she pulled at her short tunic, which had become twisted. Marilyn



moved her knees and started to her feet.



One more lesson?



Marilyn wearily padded across the mat, but it was into Margies open



arms. She gracefully lifted the brunette and body slammed her. Before



she could recover from the first, Margie pulled her up by the hair and



did it again. Then, dropped on her again, across her fatigued stomach.



Oooof! Marilyn let out and she rolled onto her side, into a fetal



position. Margie again pulled her to her feet.



Marilyn was nearly unconscious at this point, the slams had her



spinning. She came to quickly as Margie twisted her into a standing



abdominal stretch.



Aaaaaaaahhh. Ooooooooh. Pleeease, Marilyn wailed.



Submit. Submit. Submit.



But, Margie was hoping she wouldnt. No one had yet noticed the silky



stream running down her thigh or her erect nipples. She was on fire



inside. Margie hadnt had a match like this in years. The college girls



were always so fragile and gave in too easy. She hip tossed Marilyn to



the mat.



Dont give in now, sweetie. Please. Im almost there, she thought.



Marilyn rolled onto her stomach. It was more reflex now. She looked



around for Shannon, who was only a few precious feet away, out stretching



her hand. Shannon knew she couldnt beat Margie, but Marilyn had



suffered enough. If she could tag in, she could s ubmit. But, Marilyn



refused to tag.



Margie lowered herself slowly onto Marilyns back. First, she sat on her



ass, then fell forward. As she tangled up Marilyns arms, Margies legs



found their mark, the waist scissors. She had the woman in her vice and



the suffering would belong.



For nearly ten minutes, Margie did nothing but torment Marilyn with her



scissors hold. She was rocking back and forth, not to strengthen the



hold, but help with what was coming. Marilyns moans, the struggling,



the sweat and smells were bringing Margie nearly to a climax she hadnt



had since she wrestled professionally.



Finally, Marilyn could struggle no more and Margie opened her legs. She



sat on the mat in front of Marilyn, she juices secreting onto the mat in



front of her. She pulled the beaten brunette to her until Marilyn was



right in front of her waiting pussy. She rolled onto her side and slowly



slipped her legs around Marilyns head. The scissors were more symbolic



as she squeezed and Marilyn moaned. The other woman didnt even have to



touch her vagina, before Margie was visibly shaking. Then, with an extra



squeeze , more of an after thought, she rung the words, I give out of



the spent brunette.



Margie released her and fell back onto the mat. She needed a cigarette.



Then, laughed at the thought. She looked up at Shannon, who was watching



intently.



Still want that rematch, missy?



Only as your partner, Shannon replied.



Margie laughed.



As a teacher, You should learn the moral to this little story. Dont



judge a book by its cover and...



And?



And, dont mess with Wrestling Debutante unless you like pain.



They both managed a laugh together.



Why cant we be partners? Shannon said as she climbed into the ring.



Where are we gonna find any women that can challenge us?



Why does it have to be women?



Yeah?



I can get my boyfriend to wrestle us and hes got a friend. I always



told him I loved wrestling. Now, hell see why.



The two climbed out of the ring. Marilyn sat up and quietly gathered



herself. They would all wrestle another day, but then again that is



another story.

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