Team Athletes

Everyone turned to Monica to reveal the final score of the second round. She stood officially and announced, “Team Athlete: 32 points!” Then, after a hushed silence, “Submission Sorority: 30 points! Winner of round 2: Team Athletes!”

“Woop Woop! Det’s how it’s done! Team Athletes! Let’s go!” Elsa cheered! She was hopping up and down with enthusiasm. “Way to get it, Sone!”

“You and me, babe!” Sonya cheered back, high fiving her partner. “We’re still in this!” They hugged and slapped each other’s bare asses as they looked over confidently at their opponents.

“Wot’s the game plan now?” Elsa asked her friend in a lower voice. “It’s fair dinkum det Sam will try and pull something agin…”

“Yeah, she’s been bending the rules to her favor,” Sonya agreed. “But we’ve got some juicy points waiting to be plucked…” She eyed Jen, still wearing her full wrestling gear, and licked her lips at a chance at redemption against the strawberry blonde.

Over on the other side of the ring, Sam and Jen were commiserating over their last round. They huddled up to prevent their opponents from seeing.

“We almost had them…” Jen sighed.

“It’s OK, we can still take this round,” Sam consoled, panting heavily. “We can’t let them catch you alone though. They’ll be gunning for your clothes this round.”

Jen nodded. If Sam had managed to get Sonya’s top off, they would have won the last round and been in the victory round already. Still having clothes this late in the rounds was way more dangerous than early rounds because the points were that much more important.

“If you can, come in illegally and get stripped then,” Sam instructed. “They won’t be able to get points that way!”

“Illegally?” Jen frowned.

“It’s not really illegal, it just means we get docked points, we’ll make it up in the round,” Sam assured her.

“OK…” Jen replied, still not enthusiastic about it. Both of them knew the WSW rules inside and out, so they knew that taking off her clothes on her own would simply dock them the points instead of giving them to their opponents. It was essentially the same result.

“Of course, not losing your clothes would be the best outcome,” Sam said. “It’ll be a target they’ll keep going after. We could use that as an advantage!”

Jen nodded. “I should go out first then, to give them a target, plus, you’re still tired!” she told her partner with concern in her voice.

“I can handle it,” Sam assured her. “I’ll just play ‘keepaway’ until I regain my energy!”

“Final round! Wrestlers to the center!” Monica announced. Elsa and Sam started it off for this round.

Monica glanced over at Elsa, then at Sam. They were two lovely specimens she had not had the honor of getting her hands on before, but with their naked bodies plain to see, tensed up from all the physical activity, she could tell which spots she would focus on if they were to ever request a massage from her. She suppressed a grin. Watching the ladies go at it for the past two rounds had been getting her roused up and missing the action herself. She admired their youthful exuberance and felt the longing to get into the mix with them, but resigned herself to officiate the action.

*TWEET!* “Begin!”

“Admit it, you thought you could use your tricks to get an easy win over us, didn’t ya?” Elsa asked as they began to circle.

“It would have been nice…” Sam admitted. “But beating you head on will be even more satisfying!”

“You can keep dreaming about that while I’m stuffin’ yar sweet pussy with my strap-on!” Elsa replied.

“I’ll make you eat those words along with that strap-on!” Sam shot back, making blowjob gestures with her head and hands.

“As eff! You don’t even have enough breath in ya to suck that imaginary cock!” Elsa grinned.

“I’m just doing what…”

Sam didn’t have enough time to finish her retort because Elsa had already lunged in for a tackle! Sam gasped as she hit the mat. Elsa bent Sam over with one leg hooked under each arm. Sam looked up with her ass in the air and Elsa looking down on her, upside down. The Aussie kneeled down, squatting over Sam’s face and folding her tight so that she could lean over and start munching the prone woman’s carpet.

“Ahh!” Sam gasped.

“Two! Four!” Monica counted.

Sam kicked out with all her might. Like a sprung mousetrap, trying to snap back straight. Elsa held her legs firmly under her arms and **** her back down. The petite rebel was panting heavily now. Sonya’s plan of wearing her down was paying off.

“I’m going to enjoy doing to you what you did to me last time!” Elsa went on, running her hands over her bare ass and wiggling it. Elsa was staring directly up at the hole she had penetrated during her victory round against the Aussie. “Only I’ll have Sone with me, so it’s gonna be one in the front…” She drew her finger along Sam’s pubis. “End one in the back!” Her finger wrapped around and poked Sam in the back end.

Sam’s eyes bulged out in shock! She wasn’t immune to being curious about the thought of being DPed by Elsa and Sonya and Elsa’s fingers were helping with her imagination, but she would prefer to be the one giving the punishment. She kicked out again, expending even more energy. She wasn’t strong enough to kick Elsa off of her, but she managed to flip herself over underneath her opponent so that she was laying belly to the floor. She saw Jen on the other side and desperately crawled towards her. Elsa pounced on top, hindering her movement. She reached behind and stuck her finger inside.

“You’re not getting away that easily!” she boasted.

“Ten! Twelve!” Monica counted.

Jen stuck her hand out. She was bouncing in her spot, ready for the tag. Sam shook her head and waved her to come in anyways. Jen hesitated, looking like she was about to get caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She looked at the ref and back to Sam, then took a deep breath and jumped in! She tackled Elsa off of Sam and held her down.

“Illegal entry! Minus one!” Monica called.

“Get her out of there, ref!” Sonya complained.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Jen apologized, rushing back to her corner.

By then, the damage had been done and Elsa found herself pinned by Sam, getting tribbed. The dp fantasy was all Sam could think about as she grinded into Elsa’s pussy, one leg in hand, the other between her legs.

“Zero! One! Two!” Monica counted off.

Sam reached back to tag Jen.

“Oh no you don’t!” Sonya said, charging in from her corner. Samantha’s focus transfixed on the oncoming runner. She grinned and ducked, letting Jen get tackled to the ground.

“Penalty to Team Athletes!” Monica shouted, getting upset at the turn the match was taking. She started counting down the Athletes score.

“Sone! Get back to your corner!” Elsa told her. Sam went back on top of Elsa, jamming her finger into her pussy. “Ahh!” Elsa cried, tilting her head back and thrusting her chest forward. Sam leaned in and started to suckle as she fingered.

Monica turned and started counting for both teams. She did her best to keep track of the simultaneous counts in her head, but out loud it sounded like she was spouting off random numbers.

Sonya was checking on Jen when she realized that Submission Sorority was still picking up points. She darted back at Sam. Sam got pulled up off her feet in a full nelson. She looked down and saw herself dangling. Suddenly, there was a cry from behind!

“Yaaahhhh!!!”

Jen came rushing in and chopped the back of Sonya’s knee, causing her to drop down. Sam felt her feet touch the floor again and instinctively went for a headlock to submit her larger nemesis. Jen grabbed Sonya’s free arm to help out. Elsa got up and pulled Jen off her partner. Jen went for an armbar, Elsa countered with a bearhug. Sam got her foot up in Elsa’s face, making her squirm enough for Jen to break loose, but also allowing Sonya to slip her head free and catch Sam in another full nelson. Jen tried to pry Sonya off with a headlock but was wide open for an octopus stretch from Elsa. It became a swarm of arms and legs climbing over each other while the cries and yells of the wrestlers **** the referee to shout her demerits at the top of her lungs. The girls ended up falling over each other and swimming over each other’s bodies, grabbing and pulling at whatever was in front of them.

*TWEEEEEEEEET!!!!*

The referee was fuming.