Jen teaches Violet a lesson

Jennifer felt like a fool! Violet had warned her from the beginning that she wasn’t into girls. She even told her that she would use that to her advantage. Now, Jen has proven Violet right! She fell for Violet’s ploy, hook, line and sinker!

Jen was ready for the Earth to swallow her up and take her away from this humiliation but the ground stood still. She was stuck there to wallow in her own foolishness. Had she been more aware and not so enamored with the dark haired, fair skinned beauty, she might have noticed the game that she was playing. Violet probably saw her as nothing more than another hopeless admirer that she could play around with. Now that Jen thought about it, Violet must have tons of people after her, men and women, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that she would play with people’s emotions so loosely.

Jen’s heart sank as she began to realize that this was all a game for Vi. She could have agreed to this all on a whim purely because she knew she could get away with anything she wanted, like she has with others.

But Jen was not like the others. She didn’t have to accept this behavior. In fact, as Violet’s teacher, it was her duty to correct it!

A rush of adrenaline surged through Jennifer’s body as she determined that it was time for the teacher to administer her punishment!

Jennifer took hold of Violet’s hand. The teen gave a surprised look as Jen pulled it off away from her crotch. She twisted Violet’s arm behind her back in a classic hammerlock and **** her opponent to the mat.

“Ack!” Violet yelped.

From here, Jen was able to slide her fingers back into Violet’s crevasse and catch up in points. Violet struggled but Jen maintained her control, balancing her weight over the fledgling fighter. Violet huffed when she couldn’t break free.

“I’m not that big of a pushover now, am I?” Jen teased, fingering her opponent more gingerly to punctuate the point.

“Mmmgh…” Violet moaned. “Your fingers are so good at that…”

“Save it!” Jen cut her off. “I’m not going to fall for that again! Twenty four!”

“OK, it was an act, but you DO feel good inside me…” Violet winked. Jen couldn’t help but shudder at her words, but she maintained her grip and did not relent.

“Words aren’t going to save you this time!” She retorted, continuing her count. “Twenty six!”

Realizing that this route of escape was cut off, Violet clamped her legs together and twisted to one side to keep Jen’s fingers out. Jen pushed hand, trying to **** it back in, but as she did so, she felt Violet’s free arm wrap around her head. She got flipped over, feeling the mat against her back and Violet’s tit in her face!

“Whoo! Headlock takeover!” Violet cried out. She was even free of the hammerlock thanks to the shock of the maneuver!

Jen quickly scrambled to her feet, but Violet was quicker! The curvaceous grappler mounted the back of Jen’s head between her legs as Jen was getting up, then wrapped her arms around her belly. Jen didn’t know what was going on, but she felt herself get lifted up in the air.

“PILE DRIVER!” VIolet cried out, holding Jen upside down, head squeezed between her legs.

Jen remained rigidly still, afraid that any suddenly jarring movements would topple them both over in an awkward way. She suddenly felt a rush of air as everything went down! Violet bounced her butt onto the wrestling mat with Jen in tow! Surprisingly, Jen didn’t feel the impact. Violet had absorbed most of it on her landing, holding Jen a safe distance from the ground when she hit the mat. Jen didn’t know what the purpose of the move was until she realized that Violet had readjusted her positioning.

Jen was now facing up, arms pinned to the ground by Violet’s legs and back resting against the raven haired performer. Jen’s legs were splayed open, in the perfect position for the confident competitor to eat her out. That was exactly what she did too!

“Ahhh!” Jen bemoaned, being thwarted once again and kind of enjoying her opponent’s soft warm tongue digging into her folds.

“Twenty eight, Thirty!” Violet counted as she made long strokes with her tongue to further tease her superior positioning.

Jen rolled up to a sitting position with her core strength. She still had Violet’s legs in her arms but now she was sitting on the noirette’s face.

“From here, those points go to me!” she informed her student. “Twenty eight! Thirty!” She gyrated her hips for good measure, feeling Violet’s tongue, lips and nose brushing along her folds.

Taking a page out of Jen’s playbook, Violet used her own core strength to sit up and pull her teacher back down.

“And these points go to me!” Violet replied, diving back in. “Thirty two! Thirty Four!”

Jen pushed back.

“Thirty two! Thirty four!”

She leaned forward to make it harder for Jen to push back again, but the well conditioned athlete still had enough in her tank to roll Jen over one more time.

“Thirty six! Thirty eight!”

They see-sawed back and forth, each taking turns scoring points but not enough to take a demanding lead. The energy needed to reverse pins drained both opponents until they were panting heavily. Violet was sucking in air as much as she was pussy. Eventually she had endured enough and pushed herself off so that they both collapsed on the mat, breathing heavily. They glanced at the timer in unison. Twenty seconds left in the round and they were still virtually tied.

They pulled themselves back on top of one another, no longer looking for fancy wrestling moves, they just dived after each other’s pussies. They toppled over and settled into a 69 position.

“Hey, who gets the points if we’re both rubbing pussy?” Violet asked.

“No one until one of us gains dominance,” Jen answered.

“Then, move aside and let me finger you!” Violet said, using her leg to pry Jen off. Jen brushed the leg aside and hooked her arm around it, then repositioned so that she was knelt over Violet. Violet twisted around and body scissored Jen, planting her back on the mat so that she could finger HER.

Jen got her arm through and fingered back. Violet wrapped her legs around the arm and pinned her down, holding the arm away from her snatch. Jen rolled Violet up. Violet let go and reversed the rollup.

Peeking through their entangled naked bodies during all of this, Jen could make out the broadest smile on the rookie wrestler. She really was enjoying WSW after all. Jen realized that the ploy and all the shenanigans were just Violet playing a part. She used to cheerlead, which involved riling up a crowd. She was an expert at getting a rise out of people. She was also a wrestling fan that was more into the story than the actual wrestling. This was her playing out her persona as a wrestler. Now that she was in the nitty gritty of wrestling, it seemed to bring out a different sort of joy. Maybe now she was beginning to see the joys of submission wrestling.

Jen glanced at the timer again. Five seconds left. She could **** her way to victory by pinning Violet down and scoring the points she needed in time, but did she really want to take a win away from the young upstart? She knew she promised to not go easy on the girl, but she wondered if Violet would still be into the whole sport if she lost and had to go through a prize round when she wasn’t into women.