Jenny and Donna, Part 5 - Donna claims another by Jobber Joe Joey meets his match, and then some With Jenny so rudely dispatched by the feisty little blonde, Linda, albeit with some extra-curricular help at the end from Donna, I realized soon enough that Donna had every intent of finishing our own match, previously stopped at the end of round one with Donna leading 7 to 1. She was motioning me out on the mat now as a matter of fact, Liz standing there with her; and even though I hated what she'd just done to poor Jenny, not to mention the verbal abuse she'd heaped on me, hating myself even more for so placidly accepting it all, I couldn't help roving my watery eyes yet again over that heavenly body, shimmering with a fine sheen of sweat, before me. There were those sexy little black short shorts hiked up ever higher, with half her firm little ass hanging out; and firmly jutting breasts, bigger than Jenny's, or Liz's, or Linda's, rising and falling sensually beneath the clingy damp fabric of her bare midriff halter top. And, oh yes, lets not forget that provocative little concave belly button staring seductively at me from within rippling washboard abs; and, of course, those fabulous legs, full, smoothly muscled wonders that had already put a bit time hurt on me and had virtually destroyed the long time leg goddess of my dreams, poor Jenny, if not already replaced Jenny's as the "greatest legs on the face of the Earth" to my dazed mind. Despite everything going on, I was hopelessly mesmerized with this sexy, sultry young tigress waiting for me patiently at the center of the mat. Like Jenny before me during her shameful capitulation to Linda, I dropped almost resignedly down to all fours, head bowed, with Donna chortling above me, "looks like we gotta another Senior wimp choosing the down position, Lizzie". Quickly now, my head once again swimming with so many conflicting sensations and emotions, I was aware that Donna had dropped down to one knee next to me. I could feel her grabbing my left elbow, her right arm snaking over my backside, almost lazily laying there, as if she hardly expected me to try to escape. Her soft warm touch sent shivers of forbidden excitement rippling through me as I dutifully waited for the match to resume. I was already trailing badly at this point of the interrupted match; and if the awful truth be known, even I doubted I could come back and make a match of it. Id seen too much of this strong-legged, aggressive young tigress, indeed suffered too much at her hands, and legs, already, to know she had me half whupped, or worse, already, both physically and mentally. Yet, when Liz gave the signal to start, a small flickering spark of tattered male pride drove me into a desperate, quick effort to push into a stand-up escape and get back into this match. I managed to pull away easily enough from Donna's lackadaisical grasp, and I backed off to plan my next move as Donna, a little miffed perhaps at letting her prey escape so easily, came forward even as Liz was announcing, "1 point escape for Joey. Lizzie, affected by the long layoff between the start of our match and its resumption, then asked" What does that make it?" "7-2, ya idiot," Donna playfully chided her best pal", and then, "and guess who has the 7 duh?" I tried to block out their playful banter, but of course couldn't, Donna's words pricking my already tattered male pride even more. We clasped arms, Donna still the aggressor, shoving me across the mat even though I had to outweigh her by a good 20-25 pounds. I stayed in it, though, some remnant of competitive juices forcing me to concentrate even as my every unruly member still stirred at half mast down in my double jock- strapped crotch. Then out of the corner of one eye, I saw that slinky little blonde hellcat, Linda, had pulled her "Girl Toy" from recent mat action, poor wrung out Jenny back into her lap as she sat watching Donna and I. And she had her arms wrapped lazily around Jenny's bared chest, coyly groping the soft white breasts and tweaking the still hard and swollen dark nipples, while Jenny, head laid back on Linda's shoulder, moaned softly, yet clearly heatedly, brown eyes fluttering, beautiful dark legs splayed out from her lightly trembling body. Greatly distracted, my member quickly rising from half staff to full excited attention at the sight of bare-chested Jenny laying there so submissively in the blonde's arms while Linda stroked her breasts and played with her nipples, I was caught off guard by the ever charging Donna. She had already backed me to the ring's edge during our arm grappling, and now she dropped low into a nifty single leg before I could react, spilling me on my butt and then my back. My upper torso was over the line as I struggled to break free and Donna tried to pull me back onto the mat; but Liz, being the proper ref, broke us up and signaled, "two point takedown" for Donna as she motioned us back to the center circle. I was once again a mess, still trailing badly, as Liz soon announced, "score is 9 to 2", and now hopelessly burdened yet again with a raging hard-on that would not subside. From the corner of my eye I once again spotted Jenny slouched almost languorously back in Linda's arms at the side of the mat. And this time I also heard Jenny gasp suddenly, "oh, gawwwdd, pleeez stop," in a girlish, half-hearted voice that was more sweetly tormented than anguished when Linda, seemingly more absorbed in our match than in purposely tormenting her sultry girl toy, idly tweaked a convenient nipple. Whether intended or not, Linda's actions kept poor Jen in a constant state of distracted, heated arousal; and had similar effects on me watching it all. I lost all focus and most resistance at that point; and needless to say my ravishing, ravaged goddess of a classmate was now like silly putty in the blonde Junior's hands, make that trembling, gasping, exquisitely tormented "silly putty". While poor Jenny was in delicious meltdown, I, a total basket case now, barely reacted as Liz finally restarted us and luscious black garbed femme fatale, Donna, quickly hooked head and far leg and swept me back in a tight, far cradle. I kicked frantically for a few seconds as she tightened down her sinewy noose, those wondrous, lightly tanned, and tautly muscled thighs clamping down across my paler, somewhat skinnier counterparts. I tried to squirm free; but when I saw my singlet all tented up in front from my raging hard-on, and, more distressingly, felt the electric spasms building deep down in my crotch, I knew I was hopelessly trapped. Realizing with some sense of panic that any further writhing would likely set off a very embarrassing imminent eruption down below, I melted back in the foxy young brunette's sizzling cradle hold now in a giddy sense of sweetly tormented surrender. Donna, evolving into a deliciously enchanting, if still deadly, "supreme goddess of all goddesses", to my giddily overloaded mind now, slowly worked my tilted shoulders down toward the mat, the sensual heat from her close wrapped body and limbs driving me mad with desperate arousal even as she worked diligently to pin my sorry ass. A small sense of panic swept through me again as I dully realized I was, indeed, about to be pinned by this luscious goddess slayer and man-killer. Yet I kicked only weakly as my shoulder blades finally settled flat against the mat. Liz got down next to us, Donna flexed her magnificent thighs one final time, sending a spasm of exquisite torment through my snared, helplessly pinned body, and then I heard the resounding smack of Liz's hand against the mat while I bit my lip furiously striving to stave off the ever welling spasms. I did, just barely, though a small, but embarrassing stain was appearing at the peak of my tented up singlet as Donna finally let me go and pushed me somewhat roughly out of her embrace. I lay there after the pin, curled up in an almost fetal position, still desperately trying to stave off the imminent eruption down in my crotch, and facing away from the conquering brunette who'd just whupped me more completely than boyfriend, JJ, ever had. I was trembling uncontrollably, lying there beneath this alluring new young mat goddess, my quivering person filled with equal parts shame, fear, and, yes, unmistakable euphoric submission. I listened while Liz, no doubt raising her buddy's arm in triumph, loudly proclaimed, "winner by fall, the queen of the mats, the baddest ass Amazon Babe on the planet, Donna." My ever unruly dick twitched and shuddered on the ragged edge as I heard my young foxy tormentor proclaimed the winner in our match, and more pre-cum seeped through my already soaked through jockstraps and singlet, spreading the ever growing stain. I tried to slink away then, head down in shameful defeat, slowly getting up to my knees and crawling toward the edge of the mat, but Donna suddenly barked, "where you goin, WIMP? I ain't done with you yet." Something, the commanding tone in her voice perhaps, maybe the real body numbing exhaustion I was feeling, perhaps something else, made me stop my slow crawl, hunkered there on all fours, trembling violently. Like Jenny before me I had quite unwittingly, if willingly in the end, become totally submissive to, indeed virtually enslaved by the magnificent bodily charms of, this ravishing young mat goddess. I could hear her coming toward me, standing behind me, and I was fairly shaking, quaking with shame, fear and revulsion at the cowardly way I was capitulating to this saucy, imperious "bad ass Amazon Babe", as Liz had called her. But, though a big part of me hated myself for feeling that way, I had totally caved to this enchanting young woman; and when she next barked, "turn around and face me, WIMPY BOY!", I meekly, obediently, shuffled around until I was facing her, head down, though my eyes could not avoid lifting to soak in the magnificence of her sleek, smoothly muscled thighs now almost touching my reddened face. She reached down now, shoving my head this way and that, taunting me, "like I said, you pansyass, I ain't done with you quite yet. this match is best two out of three falls, or hadn't you heard?" I shook my head slowly, mumbled, "no, pleeez, you've beaten me", surprised at how small and trembling, like a meek, cowed little boy, my own voice sounded to me. She ignored my feeble plea, chirped, "take a shot, WIMP, see if you can take down the champ here." Obediently, if tentatively, I reached up, , looping my arms around the tops of her legs, digging my fingers into her hard muscled ass as I tugged halfheartedly in a feeble effort to upend those mighty, muscled legs. I didn't stand a chance; and Donna and I both knew it. She just laughed, sprawling out quickly, easily shredding my weak grasp, then double under-hooked my shoulders in one smooth motion and torqued that magnificent young body, unleashing its full, sensual power as she threw me roughly to my back like a mighty amazon roughing up a 98 pound weakling. At the moment, even at some 150 pounds plus, I felt weaker than that, an enfeebled "boy toy" for this strong, ravishing goddess of a young woman. With her whole warm body enveloping my head, I kicked weakly from my back, but was, of course, hopelessly pinned again, the muffled sound of Liz gleefully slapping the mat reaching my dazed mind an instant later. Donna stayed planted over my face and pinned shoulders, her warm, womanly magnificence driving me wild with perverse arousal even as I felt the shame and humiliation sweeping through my splayed body while Liz loudly counted all the way to 30 over my helplessly pinned figure. She got up then, but she wasn't through with me, not just yet!. She let me get back up to all fours, then suddenly sat down on my back, giving my ass a taunting slap with one hand while she dug her heels somewhat painfully into my pale, quivering thighs and yipped, "git up, PONY BOY, yee haw." I lurched slowly forward under the urging of this alluring, domineering young beauty, whimpering shamelessly with each tortured shuffle of trembling arms and legs. But when she brought her stunning legs closer together under my sagging body, her full calves briefly rubbing against my stiff member as it strained against my damp singlet, it was finally too much to take. I collapsed with a feeble little gasp, my body shuddering as my overheated member went off like a firecracker, jerking staccato bursts of sticky, creamy cum through two jockstraps and the clinging singlet while I dropped to the mat, shuddering and moaning in total surrender. Donna rode me right on down to the mat, effortlessly sliding her magnificent man-killer legs up to scissor my chest now as she lay back on one hip and then, with a quick, powerful twist of her coiled legs, flipped my still jerking body over until I was lying face up between her powerful legs. Slowly she squeezed down on my pale chest until I was gasping for air; and then she eased up a bit before quickly flexing those awesome thigh muscles. And I do mean awesome in every way! Lying there helplessly snared, my eyes were staring straight up and out at those big, wonderful flexing muscles, and every time the glistening muscles coiled up with a punishing flex, my captured body twitched in response, and my already mostly drained cock spewed a new, ever weaker, stream of cum through my soaked jockshorts and wrestling singlet.. Donna kept up this cruelly taunting torture through about six or seven punishing flexes of those rippling thighs, until I was completely drained, or so I thought. Then she uncoiled her mighty man-killer legs while I gasped in breathless relief, only to move up, kneeling next to my face and casually lifting one luscious leg up to place the meaty heart of her warm, now decidedly wet, thigh over my face. Smothered beneath its steamy expanse, I heard Liz, on Donna's urging, count yet again over my pinned person; and at "7" what I thought was a completely drained cock, spurted its last feeble load then quickly shrunk into total limp surrender, like the rest of me. And indeed, as Donna pulled her warm, wet and electrically arousing thigh off my face finally, with me squirming feebly in blue balled agony, I was one whipped puppy, completely, utterly, devastated by this young super femme.