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. The crowd cheered for their favorites to
prevail. But Candi cut the contest short with a vicious belly kick. Ughhh!
Stacy countered with a solid punch to the stomach. Oof! As Candi doubled over,
Stacy scooped her up and bodyslammed her to the mat. Thud! She tried for an
elbow smash, but Candi rolled away just in time.

Both girls scrambled to their feet and eyed each other warily. The pain they
had each received only served to sharpen their desire to win.

They locked up in the center of the ring. Stacy swung Candi into the ropes and
caught her on the rebound with a brutal drop kick to the face. Pow! Candi was
stunned by the impact. She staggered but stayed on her feet. Stacy kneed her
in the belly and she doubled over. A forearm smash on her back drove her to
her knees. Stacy sensed victory. She threw herself against the ropes to launch
herself at Candi and deliver a decisive blow.

But Francesca wasn't going to let that happen. Reaching over the ropes, she
grabbed Stacy's long blonde hair, stopping her rebound with a jerk. 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,
further and further, until Stacy was bent backwards over the ropes. Her
exposed belly drew the vengeful Candi like a magnet.

"Payback time, baby!"

Again and again she slammed her elbows and fists into the soft inviting
target. With each sickening impact Stacy felt herself weakening and her
advantage slipping away.

When Stacy slumped too low for effective punching, Candi slapped her on the
face, hard. "Not so tough now, are you, bitch?" She wrapped her hands around
Stacy's boobs and started squeezing mercilessly. Stacy screamed in pain and
kicked her legs futilely.

"Stop! Stop!" Stacy begged, looking up at her tormentor. She searched for
sympathy in the tough blonde's face. Candi felt the familiar thrill of total
dominance and laughed callously.

At last they released her, and she fell at their feet. She slapped the mat in
frustration. Dammit, it just wasn't FAIR! They fought dirty!

Round 2 - Francesca vs Stacy

Francesca tagged Candi and entered the ring. Stacy began crawling over to
Peter, but she didn't get very far. They each took one of Stacy's arms and
jerked her up to her feet. Then they bent her over and took turns sadisticly
kneeing her in the guts. Powerful kick after kick slammed into her tummy until
she was literally sobbing for breath. Finally they dropped her, and she fell
to the mat like a sack of potatoes. She groaned and clutched her aching
stomach. She knew she couldn't hold out much longer against their
double-teaming tactics, but she was in no condition to make the tag.

"Get up, you snivelling wimp!" But Stacy couldn't. "Need some help, little
girl?" They rolled her over face up. 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 looked down at the conquered blonde. She was looking forward to
finishing her off. She hauled Stacy roughly 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."

"I give! I giiiive!"

"I can't heeear you!!"

"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. Stacy
blinked and wobbled unsteadily.

Francesca slipped around behind her and wrapped her arms around her head and
neck, applying the deadly sleeper hold. She pressed her forearm against the
side of Stacy's soft neck, cutting off the flow of blood to her head.

"Nighty-night honey!"

Stacy's arms were too weak from the previous hold to do anything other than
feebly slap at Francesca's arms. Soon she felt dizzy. Her body was going numb
and her vision was dimming. It occurred to her vaguely that her life was in
danger, but the thought seemed unimportant.

Francesca kept up the pressure 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, eyes half-closed, 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. At last 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, eager to avenge Stacy's monstrous beating. The crowd
roared in expectation. 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. From
outside the ring, 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 seized his free arm with both of hers
and kicked him savagely in the chest. He bellowed with anger and struggled
with his tormentors. With a mighty heave, he threw Candi off and she fell back
on her rear end.

He grabbed the rope and tried to pull himself up, but this merely allowed
Candi to kick his arm squarely in the funny bone. His whole arm tingled, and
Candi found she could easily twist it up in the ropes. Now she had him! She
slammed her heel into his unguarded belly over and over. Oof! Peter had no
choice but to endure her ruthless assault. His stomach knotted up and he
started to sweat. This was going all wrong! He had to turn this match around
somehow, but with all four limbs trapped, he had no idea how.

Candi reached for his crotch and rubbed his dick through his trunks. "Now,
now, baby, Candi will make you feel better." Confused, Peter relaxed and gave
himself to the pleasant sensations. He grew hard. Suddenly she squeezed his
balls firmly. The pain shot right through Peter and his whole body arched up.
Candi stroked him again, bringing back his erection, then pinched the head of
his cock. Torn between pleasure and pain, all thoughts of counterattacking
fled his mind. Candi kept teasing him. Again she felt the heady high of
controlling another person's body utterly.

Francesca grew impatient. "Come on, Candi, let's put him away." So Candi knelt
down and twisted his arm into an armbar. Francesca released her headscissors
and did the same with his other arm. They both mashed a knee down onto his
upturned face and wrenched upward.

The way armbars work is they force the elbow the wrong way, and the pain just
grew and grew. Peter felt his arms slowly turning to mush. Uuunnnngggh! Time
stopped as he surrendered to the grueling torture flooding over his senses.
The women felt his muscles slacken, and responded by stretching him even
harder. He was crushed, vanquished by these two women and could only wait
until they tired of their sadistic holds. But the worst was yet to come.

Candi slid her knee onto his throat, bearing down hard. Not only did it hurt
like hell, she was cutting off his breath. Soon his lungs were aching, and he
knew the end was near. He tried to croak out a submission, but he could only
gurgle.

"What's the matter, cat got your tounge?" Francesca sneered. "Maybe this will
help." she said, bouncing her knee on his face. But Peter could hardly feel
the blows, he was losing all sensation from lack of air.

Candi and Francesca kept pouring it on. Finally one of them said "His face is
pretty red, I think he's done." They got up and backed into the far corner,
leaving him hanging on the line like so much wet laundry.

"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. Wham! The impact rocked the ring and
knocked him loose from the ropes. As he slowly toppled to the mat, he wondered
if it was too late to tag Stacy.

Round 5 - Francesca vs Peter

Candi triumphantly tagged Francesca. On the way out of the ring, she 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
shrieked 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!"

Peter 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. Whap!

"Uh-oh, 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. Wham!

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 at last she had to
release him, rocking forward to increase the impact even more. Pow! His face
smashed into the mat with tremendous force and he completely lost
consciousness.

Francesca disentangled herself from Peter and stood up. "Oopsie! 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. Mmmmpfff! 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, firmly holding both her wrists. She
swung her around to face Peter. She hunkered down and extended her arms
straight out. 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! Peter returned to the present. Oh
yeah, he thought dumbly, my wrestling partner.

"Here's your girlfriend come to visit you. Looks like she missed you a lot."
Francesca 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 "Hey, 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 pair 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 to the mat with a thud, 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. Their limbs flopped about as their clothing was
stripped from their torsos.

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.

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 wet pink cunt closed in on him and slid
across his face.

Meanwhile Stacy was being treated to Francesca's smooth buttcheeks sliding
down her face until the brunette's ass hole was parked directly over her
victim's nose. As she gently settled in, the soft flesh enveloped Stacy and
she could barely breathe. The familiar earthy smell brought home her utter
subjugation, and 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."

Up and down, up and down. 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
bottom, 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. "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. Okay, 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. No more
wisecracks, they got down to business. Francesca was fingering her own clit,
causing her juices to flow even harder. The weight of her legs pressed Peter's
chest firmly against Stacy's tits. Candi bounced up and down on him, driving
him on. Stacy was moaning and writhing beneath him. In and out, in and out.
Peter felt like a race horse being spurred on to the finish line by his
riders. Now Candi was stroking his balls and squeezing his buttcheeks.
Francesca was smearing herself all over his face. Stacy was squirming like a
mad snake. In and out, in and out, faster and faster. Peter felt the moment
draw near. Finally he went over the edge. 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.