Sonya comes up with a strategy for round 2

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“Round one is over!” Monica announced. “The score is 84 to nothing for Submission Sorority!”

Elsa dry swallowed, crawling back to her corner. It was a humiliating opening round which she could not face her partner over. “I’m sorry, Sone, I messed up!”

“Don’t worry, we can make it up in the next rounds…” Sonya replied, starting to sweat at the mountain they were now under. If Sam and Jen took the next round, they were their slaves.

“Round one point goes to Submission Sorority!” Monica declared.

“Look at them right now…” Sonya told Elsa, gazing over observantly at the girls across the mat. “They’re tired. They don’t have the conditioning you and I have! Team Athletes can go all night long! They blew their reserves just to take the first round!”

“Yeh.. I think you’re roit!” Elsa gasped, recognizing the signs of fatigue on her opponents. “You got dis!” Elsa gave Sonya a pat on the ass, getting a grin out of her partner.

“Now’s our turn to feast!” she murmured before stepping into the ring.

She was met by Sam at the center as Monica prepared them for the start of round 2.

“Ready?” she asked the ladies. They both nodded. “Then go!”

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Sonya crouched down, wary of a low attack by the smaller wrestler. “Finally you and me, huh, squirt?”

“That’s going to be my nickname for you after we’re done…” Sam nodded as she braced herself for an attack.

They circled each other warily, not yet making a move.

“What’s the matter? I thought you were just achin’ to get your hands on me!” Sonya teased.

“Hands IN you…” Sam corrected. “But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to fall into your trap! You want me to come at you!”

“Well, if you’re too shy to make a move, I might as well be the one to break the ice!” Sonya said, quickly moving in to swipe at Sam’s leg. Sam hopped back, but Sonya was quicker, stopping and changing trajectory to come at the woman from the other side. Her assumption was right, her opponent’s moves were more sluggish and she caught Sam’s arm! “Aha!”

Sam twisted around and hooked Sonya’s armpit over her shoulder, using the leverage to judo flip her to the ground. She wasn’t completely out of gas! Sam held on for an arm lock while using her free hand to try and remove Sonya’s top. Sonya grit her teeth and flexed the muscles in her caught arm. She tensed up and twisted her shoulder over, rolling Sam along with it. She quickly dragged Sam to her corner and pinned her down, then held her hand out for Elsa to tag.

“Time for a taste of your own medicine!” Sonya hissed, keeping her opponent pinned while Elsa went to work stripping her down.

“Crap!” Sam yelped, knowing what was about to go down. She struggled, but Sonya had her locked down.

“Ten second count for Team Athletes!” Monica warned.

Elsa unceremoniously yanked down Sam’s bottoms and let them dangle around her ankles like she had done to her the previous round. She then popped Sam’s tit’s out from her top and groped them while sinking her fingers up the noirette’s pussy.

Monica counted off the score. “Two! Four! Six! Sonya, time’s up, get back to your corner! Eight!”

Sonya let go and Sam immediately bolted, but tripped over her bikini bottoms. Elsa laughed. “Catch a tiger by the toe!” she giggled, dragging Sam back by the feet and tagging Sonya back in again.

“Oh I like seeing you like this…” Sonya gloated, stepping back in with swagger. She removed the bottoms and held Sam’s legs like a wheelbarrow, pressing her groin against Sam’s exposed genitals. “Mmm… does this count?” she asked Monica.

“Fourteen! Fifteen!” Monica counted.

Sam tried to crawl toward her corner but Sonya could easily carry her weight and held her in place. The athletic blonde stepped over Sam’s arms and sat down in front of her pussy. Sam felt her back curve backward with her ass in the air. She was completely exposed! Suddenly she felt Sonya’s warm, moist tongue running up her slit. She shuddered. “AAHH!!”

“Eighteen! Twenty!” Monica counted.

“I want you to see how helpless your partner is while I make you cum!” Sonya goaded between mouthfuls of the petite wrestler.

“Ahh!” Sam gasped, feeling thoroughly screwed. She was locked up, unable to squirm away as her warm pussy was served up to her rival! She grimaced as every tongue stroke from the Amazon sent an electric jolt up her spine!

“Come on, Sam!” Jen encouraged, on her hands and knees, rooting for her teammate.

Samantha looked over and saw the desperation in her partner’s eyes. She had to at least try and fight back! She flailed her legs around, but Sonya was sturdy as a rock. She squeezed her thighs around the runner, but she could still feel the woman’s warm tongue still intruding inside her. She jostled and bumped her ass in Sonya’s face, but the athlete held firm. She could squeeze the air out of the runner for the entire round, but judging from the strength she was at now, Sam suspected that Sonya would easily last the remaining minute or so. Still, she fought on, trying to ignore the fact that her clit was being sucked on and her inner thighs were trembling over it. She looked over at Jen to see her partner staring back in awe.

Jennifer was soaking in the sight of her two friends in the middle of a coital display, one sexually degrading the other to the cusp of orgasm. Jen was hot and almost didn’t hear Sam calling out to her.

“Tag! Tag!” she cried out. “OH Fuuuck!” Sam’s eye’s crossed as she was overcome with an orgasm. The fact that Jen could see her O-face made her cum even harder.

“Sone! She’s trying to tag out!” Elsa warned.

Sonya looked up from her work, realizing that they had somehow made it to the middle of the ring! All the jostling and bumping had inched them forward towards her corner! Sam was only inches from reaching Jen’s outstretched hand.

“No!” she shouted out, throwing Sam back. Her opponent was back on their side of the ring, but she was free now!

Sam hopped to her feet and made a mad dash for Jen! Sonya caught her by the bikini top, but Sam pressed on, stretching the fabric to its limit. Sonya reached out to tag Elsa while Sam tried to reach for Jen. Sonya’s longer arm span won out and Elsa became legal. Sonya then turned and grabbed the bikini top with both hands while Elsa came out to catch its owner.

At the last second, Sam slipped out of the top and dove for Jen, making the tag!

“Illegal removal of clothing, no points!” Monica announced.

“What?!” Sonya protested.

“You weren’t the legal woman,” Monica explained.

Jen used this distraction to roll up Elsa and rub her pussy!

“One! Two! Three!” Monica counted.

Elsa rolled away, peeved at the underhanded play. “It’s just one on one! You won’t be taking edvantage of me this time!” she warned.

Jen turned to tag Sam back in.

“Oh no you don’t!” Elsa cried out, rushing the petite blonde.

Jen sidestepped her and wrapped her arm around one leg, spreading it aside so she could sink her fingers down Elsa’s pussy.

“Five! Seven! Nine!” Monica counted.

Elsa backrolled with Jen in tow, forcing her opponent onto her back with ass in the air. She grabbed her pussy.

“Thirty one! Thirty two!” Monica counted.

Jen rolled them around again, sitting on top of Elsa’s face as she buried her own into the brunette’s pussy.

“Twelve! Fifteen! Eighteen!”

Elsa wrapped her arms and legs around her opponent and rolled, this time towards her corner.

“Tag!” Monica announced.

Sonya was out and the two promptly went for Jen’s clothes. Jen curled up defensively into a ball, but she was trapped on the Athlete’s side. Samantha ran over and shoved both opponents aside, grabbing Jen’s hand and rescuing her back to their corner.

“Ref!?” Sonya cried out.

“Docking points for illegally entering!” Monica concurred. “Continue!”

Sonya was legal, so she went after Jen, but Sam already tagged herself back in. Sam could sense that there wasn’t much time left in the round so she needed some big scores to catch up and take it. That meant getting Sonya naked. She moved in, feigning for a lockup. Sonya took the bait and Jen smoothly undid the knot on Sonya’s outfit! She nabbed the one behind Sonya’s neck, causing the runner to clutch her chest once the top straps fell down. Sam immediately dove down to Sonya’s exposed legs and pulled down on the bottoms. Sonya fell over and Sam jumped on top. She undid the back strap before Sonya could twist around. Sonya tried to tie it back on, so Jen removed the bottoms completely.

Sonya gave up on her bottoms but tried to tie her top back on, knowing that it could make the difference for this round. Jen lifted Sonya’s leg in response and drove her finger inside Sonya’s gaping hole.

“AAAH!!” Sonya cried out in surprise.

“A little payback!” Sam grinned, grinding her hips as she fingerfucked her rival.

“You liked it!” Sonya teased, grinning menacingly.

“It was fantastic!” Sam begrudgingly admitted through gritted teeth, fingering her foe even harder.

“Ungh..!” Sonya shuddered, getting turned on by the hate fucking.

“I’m going to make you do it again after this!” Sam said.

“AAhh!” Sonya responded, lifting her hips and taking in all the sexual rage.

“And I’m going to like it even more!” Sam’s fingers were a blur at this point. She leaned in so close that Sonya’s leg was up to her own chest. They stared at each other intensely as Sonya could feel her body near the edge.

Monica was counting out in the background, reminding Sonya that if she let this go on too long, it would surpass the points Sam would have gotten from her top. Leaving the top barely hanging on, she snapped her legs together and pushed Sam back. Sam clung onto her leg, snaking hers around it for good measure.

Their legs scissored while jockeying for position to gain control of the mat. Sonya soon gained the advantage with her superior leg strength, but just as she was about to pry Sam’s legs apart to trib, Sam snatched at the top again. Sonya held on and they got into a tug of war over the strip of clothing. Both ladies leaned back with their full weight.

Suddenly, Sam let go, causing Sonya to recoil onto the mat and leaving her wide open to Sam’s grinding pussy.

“Oh! Shit!” Sonya gasped as she felt their tender flesh mesh together. Her cheeks reddened as she felt her groin flare up to a full roar. “AAAH!!” she cried out in ecstasy!

Monica started counting again before Sonya recovered and threw Sam off. Just as she was doing so, Sam made one last grab at her dangling top. She had it!

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It was the end of the round.