THE WRATH OF
My best friend and I
wrestle on a daily basis.
I know, I know. It sounds
weird, but it really isn’t. We’re two
completely normal, if not overly perky, 18 year old girls. We’re all
American, so to speak. Sarah is a
beautiful part-time model, 5’10, 125lbs, with an amazingly tight and athletic
body and flowing brown hair. Her eyes are
green, which completely makes her lovely face a wonder to behold. It’s her
feet, however, that she gets paid for. She has
smooth and powerful size 9 feet that she uses to model anklets and toe rings for
a local company. I can’t get
enough of them, especially when we’re engaging in combat.
As for me…well, my name’s Kelly (boring name, I know), but I won’t
hesitate to say that I’m attractive. I’m about
5’7, 120lbsw, and set with a firm pair of 34c breasts. Not to
mention a great ass. I know it
sounds like I’m bragging, but believe me, for every bit of beautiful I may say I
am, I’m nothing compared to Sarah. So I’m proud
of the hand I’ve been dealt!
But I’m rambling, as I always do. We were
talking about wrestling, weren’t we?
So yeah, we wrestle. We do it
almost every day over at her place, a million dollar mansion that her mom bought
5 years ago.
It’s a beautiful home, with a beautiful lawn, a beautiful private lake in
the back, and most importantly, a beautiful workout room in the basement,
completely equipped with a wrestling ring and a full range of weights and
exercise machines. Our matches
are usually in the ring, and our attire is always the same: Sarah wears
a beautiful white bikini and I wear my silk panties and a black sports bra (I’m
into personal comfort). We both go
barefoot, of course, and my eyes can barely tear themselves away from her size
Maybe that’s why she always wins.
I don’t mind losing, though. I really
I’m not a wimp or anything, but something inside of me rejoices when I
lose to Sarah.
Whenever she plants her beautiful foot in my gut and sends the air
ooof-ing out of me, or whenever her headscissors drains me to total
unconsciousness, my pussy just drenches itself. I can’t help
I can do is stare at her beautiful feet as her thighs do their work, cutting the
blood to my brain as they squeeze my carotid arteries shut. My body
slowly goes limp and I orgasm quietly as her toes stretch out, tensioning their
Things just can’t get better than that!
Or so I thought.
Sarah’s mom, you see, runs a chain of kickboxing schools across the
She’s holds dozens of titles and trophies from different competitions
that have spanned across the globe, and despite being 47 years old, she’s as
beautifully built as her Sarah. And to top
it all off, she’s also a size 9, but her feet are even lovelier than her
They’re perfectly sculpted and trained to destroy. God…just
thinking about it makes me wet. Maybe I
should stop typing for a while and…
….okay, I’m back. Mmmm…that’s
so much better.
Anyway, I want to type this down, detail by detail, before I forget
I better get cracking.
Last Saturday, Sarah and I were in the middle of our multi-fall wrestling workout. She had me in a sleeper hold from behind as she wrapped her long legs around my waist, squeezing away, compressing my breathing as she cut the blood to my brain. I could see her pinky toes outstretch from the rest of her feet as she applied pressure, and my vaginal liquids immediately stained the mat.
“Mmmmm.” Sarah whispered, teasing me. “I can feel that, you know. You got the
mat all wet again. Now I’m
gonna have to put you out.”
“Unnnnh!” was my reply, my only possible reply, as she squeezed the
sleeper/scissors to its limit. My vision
was hit with a buzzing hive of spots as my body jerked and spasmed
I orgasmed instantly, and I could hear Sarah gasp as my pussy let go in a
powerful stream. Then I was
body stopped jerking as my legs splayed out and went limp.
The darkness was heavenly, and I couldn’t remember ever having come that
It’s amazing how one instant of pleasure can lead to so much pain!
When I came to, all I could hear was screaming. As my vision
cleared, I could see Sarah arguing with her mom in the ring. Her mom was
fresh off a workout, and was decked out in long kickboxing pants and a black
Her long brown hair was tied behind her back, and my eyes went
immediately to her feet. I
immediately got wet again, and the argument almost completely eluded me.
“You clean that mess up!” Sarah’s mom yelled. “And no more wrestling! This is a kickboxing ring…and I won’t have it stained by your dirty little friend!”
“But mom!!” Sarah replied angrily. “We were
just having fun! It was an
I slowly made it to my feet. I could see
that Sarah’s mom, who I tenderly called Mrs. B, was fuming. I just
didn’t know how angry she was until about 5 seconds later.
“Uh….Mrs. B.” I stammered, trying to get my balance. “I didn’t
“Shut up!” she yelled, cutting me off. “Get the
hell out of my house!”
I started to say something at that point. At least,
that’s how I remembered it.
“But I……” I began, but it was followed by a loud “UUNGH!!” as Mrs. B’s
left leg shot out in a powerful sidekick that buried itself in my gut. I fell back
against the turnbuckle, breasts and belly heaving as I tried to catch my
“Mom!” Sarah yelled. “What are
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Mrs. B had
delivered a harsh knee to her own daughter’s stomach, and Sarah was bent over,
puffing out huge gusts of air.
“This is none of your business, Sarah!” Mrs. B yelled, standing her
daughter straight up. Sarah’s face was bright red as she tried to breathe. “I’m going
to teach your friend a lesson, and I can’t have you getting in my way!”
She pushed Sarah back a bit and then flew into a reverse roundhouse
Was this really happening? Oh God. It was. Her kick
landed right on the nerve cluster located between Sarah’s neck and shoulders,
and I could see her heel dig in that spot, initiating a knockout via a pressure
Sarah’s mouth opened and drool slivered its way down her chin. Her only
vocal reaction was a loud “Unh!” as Mrs. B stood there, the base of her ankle
buried in her daughter’s pressure point area, digging in. It was quite
a sight to see Sarah’s own mom knocking her out cold, let me tell you. I didn’t
know how to feel.
“But….but…” Sarah managed to say.
“No buts, honey.” Was Mrs. B’s reply. “It’s time
to take a nap.”
And with that, Mrs. B somehow lifted her foot off the nerve area (she was
basically doing a standing split in front of her daughter) and slammed it back
There was a loud THWUMP as it dug in for the last time, sending a blast
of pain and misfired synapses to Sarah’s brain. Sarah’s arms
immediately went limp as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She fell
down to both knees and immediately pitched forward, her ass slightly up in the
air as she landed. It was like
something out of a comic book, the way she was laid out. Her
beautiful ass cheeks in the air as her lips moistened themselves with a fresh
line of clear saliva. The soles of
her feet were prominent and facing toes-down on the mat. It was
beautiful in it’s own way, I suppose, but my terror obscured my admiration.
“Oh god…” I said, my eyes blurring with tears.
“Oh God is right.” Mrs. B. said, approaching my wasted body
“She won’t be bothering us for a while.”
I could barely speak. I somehow managed to pull myself off the turnbuckle and stand, but Mrs. B was ready for that. She launched in a series of short side kicks that connected with my breasts and belly. They struck hard and quick, and I felt my entire chest and belly cave in as she pounded them in.
OOOF! Oooh! Ungh!!! OOOOOH!” was all I could say as she delivered a final
kick to my solar plexus. I could feel
my bladder want to release, but I held it in, desperately trying to
“Oh….guh….guh..God.” I said again. Mrs. B just
smiled as she delivered a harsh karate chop to the same spot on my neck that she
had struck on Sarah’s. My mouth
dropped open as I said “Guh!” and fell to my knees. I went
through the same knockout stages as Sarah, but before I could pass out, I felt
Mrs. B’s hand clamp down on my neck nerves, squeezing on pressure areas designed
to inflict pain. My eyelids
flew open as I was forced back into consciousness.
“AAAAAGH!!!” I yelled, my body shaking.
“You’re not going out just yet.” Mrs. B said, laughing. I struggled to open my mouth and say something, bur before I could, Mrs. B had sat down in front of me, shooting both feet towards my face. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, screaming and preparing for the impact. Instead, I felt Mrs. B’s left foot sink into my mouth as her right one struck my left temple, rubbing in small circles. It was a temple nerve KO, I knew that, but it was her mouth attack that caught my attention.
“Suck on my toes, you little bitch!.” She commanded. I shook my
head, begging her to stop and refusing.
Her reply was a deeper hold on my temple. Pain flared
through my brain as her powerful toes did their work. I felt my
legs relax as my body froze in paralysis. I had no
choice but to obey.
I started sucking and licking her toes, taking in the sweet sweat on her
These feet just knocked Sarah out, I thought, and I immediately
got wet again.
“Jesus!” Mrs. B exclaimed. “You sick
What is wrong with you??”
The temple KO hold got stronger, and my drool ran down the top of Mrs. B’s awesome foot. She smiled, noticing my impending knockout, and NOT noticing Sarah, who had slowly and quietly made her way to her feet.
She slowly stepped behind her mom and knelt. As I neared
the blurred line between consciousness and darkness, Sarah slapped her patented
sleeper hold across Mrs. B’s neck.
Mrs. B squawked loudly as she pulled her foot out of my mouth. She stood up, and Sarah was immediately on her back, piggyback riding her mom as she squeezed on the sleeper.
I took a deep breath, feeling reality crash back.
“You little bitch!” Mrs. B yelled, pulling at her daughter’s hair.
I managed to get to my knees as I watched the mother-daughter
Maybe Mrs. B was right. Maybe I WAS
a sick little bitch. I was
getting off just watching Sarah sleepering her mom, for Christ’s sake. That WAS
sick, wasn’t it? I didn’t
I just wanted some revenge. I prepared
myself to run in a flying dropkick, but before I could even steady myself, Mrs.
B had slammed her daughter’s back into the turnbuckle across from me. Sarah said
“UGH!!” and fell off, laying against the turnbuckle limply.
“Shit!” I said, and before I could continue my outraged rant, Mrs. B had
taken Sarah by the arms, pulling her and flinging her towards me. I was too
weak to move, and in a split second Sarah’s tight teen body crashed into
“OOOOH!!!!” we both said, and the two of us fell forward. I landed
right on top of Sarah, and I could feel my wet crotch connect with her soft and
“That’s it!” Mrs. B yelled, walking up to the heap that was her daughter
and her best friend. “It’s time
to end this!”
She took my hair in one hand and Sarah’s in the other, yanking us up to
We both groaned in perfect unison, making Mrs. B laugh,
“You two are soooo cute!” she said viciously, and proceeded to slam our
heads together. My temple
connected with Sarah’s and we both grunted as starts filled our collective field
Mrs. B. released us, and all we could do was stand there, legs wobbling,
groaning like a couple of idiots. We were both
drooling again, and we had lost all control of our bodily functions. We were
Mrs. B stepped to the other side of the ring, prepping herself for her
All I could do was stare dumbly. I knew we
were both toast. And you know
My pussy was running like a faucet. This was,
bar none, the hottest experience of my young life. Mrs. B was
right, I was a sick little girl, but you know what? I looked
over at Sarah, and her crotch was as wet as mine. We were both
“dirty”, and we were about to get our just desserts.
Mrs. B ran at full speed, leaping in an amazing cartwheel that dazzled my
Suddenly her legs wrapped around the side of my neck as well as the side
I couldn’t believe it. Mrs. B had
just locked us in an upside down headstand DOUBLE scissors. Before my
mind could even register this completely, I could feel her heel digging into my
jugular, cutting off the blood flow instantly. I moaned, a
long “oooooooh” sound that mixed beautifully with Sarah’s own groan.
It only took a few seconds for Mrs. B’s hold to drive us to our
She continued to flex her beautiful feet, which pushed Sarah’s temple
I could see Sarah’s legs buckle as she began to sag. I gladly
joined her as be both drooled gently. It was
The double knockout I had been fantasizing about for months now. My pussy
moistened as I felt the final orgasm arriving. Would I hit
it before passing out?
The answer was yes, and it was the final sight I witnessed before
slipping into darkness that did it. Mrs. B’s
size 9 feet, twitching and flexing, her exquisite toes stretching and wiggling
as her ankles did the damage to our nervous and circulatory systems. It was this
sight, coupled with the two girl scissor/temple press KO that did it. The orgasm
hit me in a harsh wave, and to my surprise, Sarah groaned along with me. She was
This was WAY too fucking much.
Sarah and I came and slipped simultaneously into unconsciousness. We both went
limp in her mom’s grip, and the last thing I heard before blacking out was:
“Goddamn it! Two more
stains on the damn mat!!”
So that’s the story. I somehow
managed to type it down without masturbating furiously.
I’m so hot right now.
I think I’ll throw on some silk panties…..
…and head over to Sarah’s place.