Candi & Francesca vs Stacy & Peter
by NightOwl, song_of_the_wild@yahoo.com 
Mixed tag team erotic wrestling


Candi was a mean blonde with a slight gap between her front teeth. Francesca
was a latina girl with brown eyes and thick brown hair. Stacy was a blonde
with a sweet smile who wore a lot of jewelry. They all wore bikinis, except
Peter, who wore trunks.

Peter had never wrestled women before. He had just met Stacy a few days ago,
when she called on him to replace her regular tag team partner, who had to
drop out suddenly. He raised his eyebrows at her dubiously. "Don't worry,
tiger, we'll cream 'em" she said.

Round 1 - Candi vs Stacy

The bell rang. Stacy and Candi met in the center of the ring and locked
fingers in a test of strength. Candi quickly moved in with a vicious belly
kick. Oof! Then she threw Stacy into the ropes and caught her with a brutal
drop kick to the face. Pow! She scooped Stacy up and bodyslammed her to the
mat. Ughhh!

As Stacy rolled over and crawled to her feet, Candi kicked her butt. She
snarled "Get up, you worthless cow!" Stacy knew it was now or never. She
charged Candi and they tussled briefly. Candi threw her into her corner where
Francesca was waiting. Reaching over the ropes, she grabbed Stacy's long
blonde hair. Squealing, Stacy reached back and tried to pry Francesca's
fingers loose. Francesca quickly switched her grasp to Stacy's wrists. She
yanked them back and down, hard, until Stacy was bent backwards over the
ropes, exposing her soft belly. Again and again Candi pounded her, slammimg
her elbows and fists into the tempting target. When Stacy slumped too low for
effective punching, Candi started kneeing her in the guts mercilessly. When
they finally released her, she fell to the mat, groaning and clutching her
aching belly. She sobbed in frustration. It just wasn't FAIR being
double-teamed like that!

Round 2 - Francesca vs Stacy

Francesca tagged Candi and entered the ring. "Get up, you snivelling wimp!"
she called. But Stacy couldn't. So Francesca took her hands and Candi took her
ankles. "Let's go for a ride, dearie! Wheee!" They swung her up as high as
they could and then dropped to their knees, pulling her down so hard and fast
that she actually bounced up off the mat. The impact knocked her full breasts
loose from her bikini top, revealing her oversized areolas. Stacy lay
spread-eagled on the mat, whimpering. Confident that she was completely
subdued, Candi left the ring.

Francesca roughly hauled Stacy to her feet by her hair. It was like lifting a
rag doll. Bending her over forwards, she placed her head between her legs and
crossed her ankles, putting her into a standing headscissors. She squeezed
until Stacy's head felt like it was in a vise.

Francesca reached down and snagged Stacy's bikini bottom. "Oh what a pretty
thong! I just love the feel of it in my hands!" She jerked up on it sharply,
giving her a nasty wedgie. Stacy yelped and her hands flew back there to
defend herself. Francesca quickly snatched her wrists and drew them up, up,
until Stacy was howling in agony. Still she wrenched up until she was hugging
Stacy's arms to her breasts. "Stop! Stop! I give!" she begged.

"What's that honey? It's so noisy here I can't hear a word your saying."

"Noooo! Stop!"

"What's a 'nose top' dearie?"

"I give! I giiiive!"

"What about your glove?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Meanwhile Francesca just kept squeezing and pulling until Stacy's face turned
red and her arms turned to quivering jelly. After what seemed like forever,
Francesca released Stacy from her torture and heaved her upright. She slipped
around behind her and wrapped her arms around her head and neck, applying the
deadly sleeper hold. Stacy's arms were too weak from the previous hold to do
anything other than feebly slap at Francesca's arms. Soon Stacy felt her body
going numb and her vision dimming. "Nighty-night honey!" Francesca kept
squeezing until she felt Stacy slump in her arms, then she switched to a full
nelson. She half marched, half dragged Stacy's limp body over to Peter's
corner and paraded her before him. "O look! Doesn't our brave little Stacy
look good?" And she did, all winded and beaten, hair all mussed up, jiggling
with every jerk Francesca gave her. Peter was dying to enter the ring and he
strained to tag Stacy. But Francesca kept her just out of his reach, taunting
him. "MY what a strong fighter! She tried SO hard to beat me! Think YOU can do
better, big boy?" Infuriated, Peter lunged frantically at her. Finally
Francesca allowed one of Stacy's bobbing breasts to come in reach of his
groping hands, and he made the tag.

Round 3 - Francesca vs Peter

Peter entered the ring. Francesca dropped Stacy and backed towards her corner.
"Come and get me, hot shot!" As he charged her, she gripped his hands and fell
backwards, pulling him down. Her feet caught his belly and she flipped him
over backwards into her corner. His backside hit the turnbuckles and his feet
flew over the top ropes. Candi quickly tucked his toes under the short rope
that ran from the top turnbuckle to the cornerpost. Enraged, Peter twisted up,
trying to reach his feet. But Francesca, still on the mat, swung her legs up
and trapped him with a sideways headscissor. Her weight pulled him back down
into a helpless upside-down position. He felt VERY vulnerable as Candi reached
down, tagged Francesca and entered the ring.

Round 4 - Candi & Francesca vs Peter

Francesca grabbed one of Peter's arms with both of hers and clung on to it as
he thrashed about, trying desperately to free himself. Her thick thighs bore
down on his throat, choking him. Candi began savagely kicking him in the gut.
Ooof! He waved his free arm at her, trying to catch her foot, but Candi seized
it with both of hers. He had no choice but to endure her ruthless beating. He
tried to croak out a submission, but he couldn't get the words out past
Francesca's powerful scissors. He could only gurgle. "What's the matter, cat
got your tounge?" Candi said. "Maybe this will help", she said, trampling his
face with both feet.

Once Candi had softened him up, she twisted his arm into an armbar. She mashed
her foot down onto his upturned face and wrenched upward. Peter found being
choked, stomped and stretched all at once excruciating. He felt time stop as
the grueling torture flooded over his senses. He was crushed, vanquished by
these two women and could only wait until they tired of their holds.

Finally they got up, leaving him hanging on the line like wet laundry. They
backed into the far corner. Candi said "you go for his chest, I'll get his
belly." With a huge whoop, they simultaneously charged at him and unleashed a
perfect double dropkick on his helpless form. The impact rocked the ring and
knocked him loose from the ropes. As he slowly toppled to the mat, Candi
triumphantly tagged Francesca.

Round 5 - Francesca vs Peter

Francesca took one arm and Candi took the other. They jerked him to his feet.
Then they bent him over and started sadisticly kneeing him in the guts until
he was wheezing for breath. When they finally released him, he fell heavily to
the mat. On the way out of the ring, Candi went over to where Stacy still lay
sprawled in the far corner. "Hi Stacy, just thought I'd drop in on you." she
said, cruelly stomping on her belly with both feet. Stacy curled up and
clutched her guts, moaning quietly.

Francesca positioned Peter face down on the mat. She bent his legs back to his
butt and sat on his ankles, facing forwards. He was not very limber and his
legs felt like they were on fire. She bounced up and down on him as he whined
"oh stop... please stop..."

"Stop? I haven't even started!" She took his left hand and slowly started
working his arm back behind his back in a classic hammerlock. Peter slapped
the mat with his free hand and howled in pain. But she kept pulling, grunting
with effort until his hand extended several inches PAST his back. Shifting her
weight to the left, she tucked his left wrist behind her right knee. Settling
back down, she effortlessly trapped his arm in unbearable torment. "Stop!
Stop!" he begged. But she still wasn't done.

Francesca paused to catch her breath and appreciate his sobs of agony. The she
clutched his other hand and started slowly working it back the same way. Peter
shreiked as she tugged and strained until his right arm was crossed over the
left. Still she pulled until, with a mighty effort, she again wrenched his
hand clear past his back. Shifting her weight to the right, she managed to
wedge his right wrist behind her left knee. She settled down gently on him and
let her aching arms rest. She pushed her long brown hair back and surveyed her
work with pride. "Look Candi! A double-toed leglock AND a double hammerlock!
What a feat! I've created a human pretzel!" He was quietly blubbering futile
entreaties to her, pleading for an end to his suffering. But she STILL wasn't
done.

She reached down and gathered up a handful of his hair. Leaning back, she
pulled and pulled until his head came up enough to see Stacy lying crumpled in
the corner. Now his arms, his legs, his neck, even his HAIR hurt! She suddenly
released his head and the mat seemed to rise up and slap him. "Oopsie, I
dropped something! I'll just have to pick it up again!" She pulled him up by
his hair again, twisting his head sideways. "No, no, not again" he pleaded.
She stretched him back, back until he could see Candi lounging insolently
against the ropes. Again she suddenly released him and again his face met the
mat with a resounding smack. And AGAIN she grabbed his hair and pulled up, up,
twisting his head the other way, leaning back and stretching him back, back
until he could see the bright overhead lights of the arena. His entire spine
was arched like a bow. Too out of it to talk, he could only think "no ... no
... o god no ..." A thin high-pitched whine escaped him. She held him there,
savoring his dread at the coming blow. But the effort was too much to sustain,
and finally she had to release him, rocking forward to increase the impact
even more. His face smashed into the mat with terriffic force and he
completely lost consciousness.

Francesca disentangled herself from Peter and stood up. "Oopsie-whoopsie!
Clumsy me! I dropped him one too many times! And now he's all sleepy and
doesn't want to play with me anymore!" She dragged him over to the corner and
positioned him face up and spread-eagled. "But I'm not done playing with him!"
She started climbing up the ropes. The crowd, anticipating her signature
finishing move, started chanting "Cannonball! Cannonball!" She reached the top
turnbuckle and stood facing out, waving to the crowd. Then she flexed her
knees and jumped backwards into the ring. She hugged her knees to her chest
and landed square on Peter's chest.

He never knew what hit him. He was just lying on his back, squinting at the
bright lights and wondering what that fast-moving shadowy thing was, when the
fleshy sledgehammer slammed into him. His arms and legs flew up into the air
and fell back down again. Francesca got up and looked down on him, feeling
utter victory. He was twitching horribly and gasping for air uncontrollably.
He was finished, and they both knew it. But she didn't even try for the pin.
It wasn't that kind of match.

Round 6 - Francesca vs Peter & Stacy

Francesca pulled Peter to his feet and propped him up in the corner. His head
lolled back onto the turnbuckle and his arms dangled over the ropes. Then she
went over where Stacy still lay curled up and kicked her back to awareness.
"Time to get up, sleepyhead! We still have some more wrestling to do!" Stacy
whimpered piteously and tried to crawl out of the ring. Francesca pulled her
up roughly by her hair. She had escaped their attention for the last few
rounds, and Francesca felt it was time for more beating. She plopped her in
the corner ropes and punched her hard in the belly a few times. Stacy's guts
were still tender from her earlier beating, and the breath just whooshed out
of her. The agony seemed endless, she knew they had lost, and she just didn't
care anymore. She just wanted this match to be over so she could limp away and
lick her wounds. But Francesca had other plans for her.

Francesca got her in a double hammerlock and swung her around to face Peter.
Then she ran at him full speed, propelling Stacy square into him. His eyes
were closed, so the first he knew of it was the sensation, like being hit with
a soft meaty freight train. Oof! "Here's your girlfriend come to visit you.
Looks like she missed you a lot." she said, grinding their bodies together.
Then Francesca handed Stacy's wrists to Candi, who reached in from behind the
cornerpost and pulled them back behind Peter. Now they were both trapped in
the corner. Stacy's body was pressed up against Peter's and he could feel her
breath on his neck and her hair tickling his cheek. Francesca proceeded to
deliver a rain of dropkicks and running shoulder blocks on Stacy's back,
squashing her chest against Peter's. He could feel her defences collapsing as
her body became limper with every blow. He was starting to get aroused despite
himself. Finally Candi said "Let me have a turn", and Francesca tagged her.

Round 7 - Candi vs Peter & Stacy

Candi got in the ring. She took one pair of arms and Francesca took the other,
and they rotated the defeated couple until their positions were reversed. Then
Francesca stepped behind the cornerpost and pulled Peter's wrists to her.
Leaning sideways and holding a rope for balance, Candi started kicking Peter's
butt, big roundhouse kicks with a real whallop to them, mashing the two
losers' crotches together repeatedly. A stray kick hit low, making Peter's
legs buckle. His head fell to Stacy's chest. That gave Candi an idea. "Time
for some fun, Petey-poo" she said, removing first Stacy's bikini top, then her
own. She got Stacy in a bearhug, trapping her arms at her sides. She squeezed
hard. Peter's face was smushed into Stacy's cleavage. He was in real trouble.
Francesca still had his arms and his air supply was completely cut off by four
warm heavy breasts. Stacy could only watch helplessly as her own boobs
smothered the life out of her wrestling partner. Francesca and Candi laughed
as he screamed and thrashed about. "What's the matter, baby, don't you like
being hugged by two topless women?" Soon his lungs were burning and his eyes
were tearing up with rage and frustration. Eventually his screams turned to
moans and his kicks subsided and they released him. He fell heavily to the
mat, landing face up. His face was red and he was panting heavily. "I guess he
got too much of a good thing" Francesca said. She tagged Candi one last time
and came in.

Round 8 - Everyone vs Everyone

Stacy was slumped in the corner, meekly awaiting further punishment. Candi
threw her down on top of Peter so that they were face to face. Candi and
Francesca climbed on top of the beaten couple and trampled them. Peter looked
up through the fine mesh of Stacy's blonde hair and saw that Francesca had
whipped off her top and was twirling it above her head like a flag. The sight
of her firm breasts jutting proudly out, combined with Stacy's warm soft body
pressed against his turned him on all over again. The crowd liked the sight
too. They went wild, chanting "Strip 'em! Strip 'em!" The victorious duo
pulled them apart and did just that. Peter and Stacy were way beyond resisting
and meekly complied. The crowd hooted when they saw Peter's erection, and he
blushed, feeling exposed. He covered himself up with his hands, causing much
laughter. The crowd knew what came next, and started chanting "Tie 'em up! Tie
'em up!" It was time for the grand finale.

Francesca positioned Stacy face up on the mat with her head in the corner and
her feet towards the center of the ring. Candi hopped out of the ring and used
a stray bikini top to tie Stacy's wrists to the bottom of the cornerpost. Then
Francesca took Peter and lay him on top of Stacy face down. Candi tied his
wrists the same way. Francesca removed her bottom, which she threw into the
wildly cheering crowd. They rose to their feet and punched the air. "Do it! Do
it! Do it!"

Francesca stepped into the corner, facing the center of the ring. Candi
climbed back in and sat on Peter's back. She put her hands on his forehead and
pulled his head up and back as far as his neck could stretch. Francesca slowly
lowered her bare bottom directly on Stacy's upturned face. She gently settled
her full weight on her. Stacy moaned. MORE punishment! Couldn't they just win
the match already and leave her alone?

Francesca leaned back against the turnbuckles. She reached down between her
legs and spread her lips wide. She slowly scooted forward towards Peter's
waiting face. "Come to momma, honey" she cooed. With Candi firmly gripping his
head, he could only watch as her warm slimy pink cunt closed in on him and
slid across his face. Meanwhile Stacy was being treated to Francesca's sweaty
buttcheeks enveloping her face and her hairy ass hole sliding down until it
was parked directly over her nose. What a stink! Stacy could barely breathe.
She felt hot tears of humiliation run down her cheeks.

Peter found his nose wedged deeply into Francesca's pussy. With his hands
tied, she could really push into him as she rubbed herself up and down his
face. She started chanting in time to her motions. "Peter Peter pussy-eater.
Lost the match and had to please her." She covered his nose, then his mouth,
then his nose again. He found himself grabbing breaths through whichever path
she afforded him. Peter loved eating women and started to get aroused even
more.

Candi sat on his knees and started spanking his bare ass. Francesca closed her
legs around his head and gently squeezed. The sharp stinging slaps on his
butt, combined with the cool air, was a novel sensation for a part of his body
that was usually well covered. And on a part of his body that was usually
exposed, his face, he felt a wet suffocating warmth. He found the combination
of sensations intriguing, and his hard-on grew.

Candi reached down between Peter's legs and started expertly stroking Stacy's
pussy. She squirmed in surprise and kicked a little, but with two bodies on
top of her, serious resistance was impossible. "Time for your reward, honey,
for all that hard work you did." Candi gently rubbed her labia and playfully
tweaked her clit. She really seemed to know what she was doing and soon Stacy
was squirming for a different reason. She blushed as her nipples hardened.

Peter's eyes widened as Candi's fingers, slippery with Stacy's juices, found a
new hole to explore. He bucked and twisted like a wild horse, but with his
wrists tied, his head between Francesca's legs and Candi sitting on his knees,
there was simply nowhere to go. His utter helplessness and vulnerability hit
him with full force, and he burst into tears. All his defences were down.
"There, there, baby, it'll all be over soon" Candi crooned. As she gently
probed and stroked, he felt his dick get even harder.

Candi got up off Peter's knees. "Up, up, up" she commanded. She grasped his
balls firmly and slowly pulled up, forcing him to lift his stiff throbbing
prick off Stacy. She gripped it with both hands and positioned it for entry.
She stood up and placed one foot on his butt. She leaned on him, driving him
deeply into Stacy. He moaned loudly into Francesca's wet pussy as the crowd
roared its approval. Candi backed off, then bore down on him again. She rocked
back and forth, controlling his rhythm, starting slowly and gradually speeding
up. Stacy felt completely degraded, tied up and with three bodies now bearing
down on her. Well, she'd let them fuck her, but she wouldn't enjoy it!
Suddenly she gasped and spasmed. Well, maybe she'd enjoy it a little.

Francesca opened up her legs and pulled Peter's face even deeper into her.
Candi sat down on Peter's butt, facing away from Francesca. They got down to
business. Francesca rubbed herself all over his face. Candi bounced up and
down on him, stroking his balls and squeezing his butt. Stacy was moaning and
writhing beneath him. Peter felt like a race horse being spurred on to the
finish line by his riders. The crowd cheered as he exploded into Stacy.

The bell rang. The match was over. The intergender semifinals were decided.
Score: Lesbians 1, Heteros 0.