...Won’t Let Just Any Woman Cm Between Them - (concl.)


(Kelly's body bashing ring adventure continues)

by Valerie


	 Kelly manages to turn quickly and look over her right shoulder to see Veronica approaching.  With perfect timing, Kelly kicks up her right foot catching the bimbo square in the guts.  An explosive grunt issues from your girlfriend's mouth as her body folds in half around Kelly's running shoe, and remains frozen in that position after Kelly brings it back to the mat.
	Wearing a look of fury on her face that I never have seen before, Kelly puts her left hand under Veronica's chin and lifts up her head so that she can look her in the eye.  Kelly then swings her right hand and delivers an answering slap to the left side of Veronica's face with such force that your girlfriend spins around to her right screaming in pain, and falls face first, flat on the mat in the middle of the ring.
	Still seething, Kelly reaches down and grabs Veronica's left arm, pulling her to her feet.  She pushes your girlfriend in the back sending her face first into the ropes across the ring where the bimbo manages grab on to prevent herself from bouncing back.  Kelly runs right over and immediately starts throwing punches with both fists into your girlfriend's kidneys.  The sound from the blows is so loud that even I wince thinking of the pain that must accompany them.
	In desperation, Veronica swings her right arm in an arc to try and back Kelly off.  With lightning reflexes, Kelly whips up her own right and grabs the elbow with her hand.  She lifts and throws the arm up into air, and at the same time spins, bringing her left arm through to chop across the ribs below your girlfriend's breasts.  With a cry of pain, her back sags into the ropes, both hands desparately gripping the top one.  
	Seeing the midsection wide open, Kelly starts throwing quick punches to the bellybutton with both hands.  After absorbing four punches from each hand, Veronica bends forward.  Kelly straightens her up with crisp uppercuts to each breast, using both hands.  She then drives her right knee up into your girlfriend's solar plexus, producing another explosive grunt.  She watches with disdain as your girlfriend folds and collapses to the mat, groaning loudly.  Kelly looks up when she hears the shouts of approval from Andrea and me, and her face softens to a smile.
	"Ready to have some fun now?" I ask returning her smile.  Her grin growing wider, Kelly nods in the affirmative.  "Andrea, grab the loser's head and turn it to make sure he takes in all the action."  I go over to Veronica who is now on her hands and knees and grab her arms to pull her to her feet.  I pull her over to near where you are struggling vainly, your head in Andrea's grasp.  "If you don't watch, you'll miss all the action," I continue, taunting.  "While I hold your girlfriend, Kelly is going to come over and do to her the what she did to you."  This causes you to struggle even more, but I just smile knowing there is nothing you can do.
	I move Veronica into position so that you can have a good view, and secure her in a double hammerlock.  Kelly comes over in front of her and at a deliberate, measured pace starts throwing rights into her stomach.  Each punch causes her body to buckle in pain, accompanied by a loud grunt.  When your girlfriend sags forward, Kelly pauses and looks at me.  I nod and release my grip allowing your girlfriend to double over with both arms wrapped around her midsection.  After Kelly and I exchange places, she grabs your girlfriend's arms and pulls her upright, re-establishing the double hammerlock.  Now it is my turn, and with the same pacing I throw hooks with both hands into her abs until she sags in Kelly's arms.
	With a sheen of sweat on Veronica's forehead and body, and dampening her sports bra from the pounding and her struggles to escape, we exchange places again.  Kelly goes back to drilling rights into the midsection.  This time, when your girlfriend starts to sag, instead of stopping, Kelly rips uppercuts with her right into both of those 40D's.  After several of those punches have straightened her up, Kelly goes back down to her abs until she sags again.  
	We go through this cycle several more times.  During my turns, I continue with my two-fisted approach on Veronica's midsection before targeting those overstuffed mounds.  I use hooks and crosses to punch the insides and outsides of both breasts, distorting their shapes inside the now moisture transparent sports bra.  Kelly targets the area all around the abs including the bellybutton, while I pound away at the obliques as well as driving punches under ribs and into the solar plexus.  Kelly continues to throw wicked uppercuts into the underside of those plentiful mounds, as well as jarring jabs right on the nipple that flatten the breast flesh against the ribs.  With my greater experience, I am able to give a more varied attack, randomly mixing punches, chops and spears to the breasts and midsection.  I throw them from all angles and without any pattern so that your girlfriend is unable to prepare for where the pain will flair up next.  
	Soon Veronica is struggling to breathe.  Her is midsection pink, swollen and tender, and covered with droplets of sweat.  Her heavy, bruised orbs strain against the fabric of her drenched sports bra.  Each blow spends a fresh spray of droplets into the air, each of which is a signal her body's resistance is splashing away as her muscles weaken from the pounding. 
	Just as Kelly finishes throwing her latest set of punches, I come up with an idea.  "Kelly," I call out, "go around to her right side.  Here, keep her left arm in the hammerlock with your left and push down on her back with your right."  She nods and gets into position while I move to your Veronica's left side.  I use my right to maintain the hammerlock of her right arm while pressing down on her back with my left.  I drive my left knee up into your girlfriend's midsection producing a loud grunt.  I look at Kelly and nod, and she repeats the action with her right knee with the same result.  We then alternately drive knee lifts into her midsection, which quickly leaves your girlfriend gasping for air.  For a change of pace we then do knee lifts to the breasts.  After about half a dozen each of those, we randomly switch between breasts and midsection, until her knees give out.  We release her arms and she collapses to the mat.  
	While I pull your Veronica back to her feet from behind, another thought occurs to me.  Looking at Kelly I point and say, "Go back in front of her, put your arms under hers and lift them up.  Good, now wrap your arms behind her head and pull her face forward until it's between your breasts."  Puzzled, but curious, Kelly does what I have requested.  The low, shuddering moan that escapes her lips when your girlfriend's damp face goes into her cleavage tells me my idea will be a winner.  I start driving punches with both hands into both kidneys.  Each blow causes your girlfriend to grunt in pain, the expelled air driven between Kelly's breasts causing her to moan even more.  When I stop, Kelly loosens her hold on the arms slightly and takes a step back.  She then drives her knee up into your girlfriend's bellybutton.  The explosive grunt sends one final blast of air over Kelly's heaving bosoms.  Kelly then releases the hold and Veronica collapses to the mat in a heap.
	"Wow!" exclaims Andrea in amazement.  Then seeing that Kelly and I are intently staring at one another, she continues in a lower voice, "Well, I guess I'll leave you two to mop up."
	I manage to gather myself enough to turn to her.  "Thanks,  Andrea," I say.  "We couldn't have done it without you."  Andrea smiles back at the acknowledgement.  Figuring this means you and your girlfriend were set up from the beginning, you start swearing and cursing.  Laughing Andrea leans over your face, then sticks out her tongue and pretends to lick you.  You turn away as if you're disgusted by it, but the bulge in your pants tells a different story.  When I point this out to Andrea, she laughs even louder, then climbs down from the ring and heads up the aisle.
	After Kelly and I watch her go, I ask, "So, how are you going to 'claim' your prize?"  Kelly takes a few seconds to think then goes to the ropes and sits on the second one from the bottom.
	"Take off her sports bra and bring her over here," Kelly orders.  I go to Veronica who is still on the mat groaning in pain and remove the sports bra.  I then lift her up by the shoulders and drag her over to where Kelly is sitting.  "Place her so that the back of her shoulders is on my knees," she continues.  After I do that, Kelly parts her legs and positions your girlfriend's head between her upper thighs so that her face is almost but not quite in contact with her bikini bottoms.  Next, she crosses her ankles and brings her thighs together, just enough to hold your girlfriend's head in place.  Kelly then removes her own bikini top and speaks again.  "Give me her wrists."  I smile as I realize what she's planning and pick up your girlfriend's wrists one at a time and place them in Kelly's hands.  When she nods her thanks, I drop down to my left knee on Veronica's right so I can still look over her and see you.  I stretch out my right leg and manuevre it over your girlfriend's thighs to keep her down.
	I look up at Kelly.  "Time to have some fun," I say smiling.  I then look at you and laugh as you once again vainly struggle in the cuffs.  Kelly then begins squeezing her thighs together, crushing your Veronica's head which lowers the amount of air she receives and reduces the blood flow to the brain.  Acting out of desparation, your girlfriend tries to wiggle her head to try and free it and to get as much air as she can into her lungs.  These actions cause breezes to pass over Kelly's bikini bottoms, tickling her pussy lips and clit.  She draws in a sharp breath over clenched teeth, then lets out a long moaning "O" through puckered lips.
	Looking up, I smile at her reaction.  I then lean forward over Veronica and start massaging, squeezing and stroking her breasts.  In no time her nipples respond, becoming stiff and erect.  The rate of her breathing increases sending spurts of air to Kelly's bikini's bottoms, increasing her own arousal.  Kelly now adds to her own pleasure by taking your girlfriend's hands and lightly rubbing them on her own pleasure heavy breasts.  My fingers carefully, teasingly work your girlfriend's breasts and nipples soon bringing her body to a shuddering orgasm.  
	The sputtering of air from your girlfriend's lips between Kelly's legs fuels her arousal.  Her thighs squeeze even harder and tighter around Veronica's head.  The increased pressure combined with her orgasm are more than your girlfriend's oxygen-starved brain and vice-gripped head can take, so her struggles stop as she slips into unconsciousness.
	"She out, Kelly."  A quick nod is Kelly's only response as she continues to massage her own breasts with Veronica's now limp hands.  Breathing is replaced by heaving panting as she makes her victory complete.  A long, loud scream of pleasure signifies Kelly's own orgasm as pleasure ripples through her body.  She sags back into the ropes and relaxes her legs to release your unconscious girlfriend's body.  Kelly slowly lowers it to the mat, then throws the hands scornfully onto the pummelled body.  I sit back on my haunches smiling at Kelly as my own body responds to what I've just seen.
	"Thank-you," Kelly purrs with a smile.  
	"Your welcome," I smile back.  "You were magnificent!  That's the way to claim victory.  And you certainly deserved to celebrate with the way you pounded her."
	"Well, it's all thanks to my coach," she responds with the twinkle in her eye.  "I'll have to find a special way to show my appreciation."
	We both laugh lightly as I get to my feet.  I take her hands and pull her from the ropes into an embrace.  When we separate, I look down to see you still struggling in your handcuffls.
	"You know, we mustn't forget the man who made this all possible," I say with mock seriousness.  "Here, give me a hand,"  I continue pointing down at your still comatose girlfriend.  We lift Veronica up by the arms and drag her over and place her face down on top of you, her head resting on your shoulder.  We make sure her limp form is completely covering yours.  I then climb through the ropes, jump down and go under the ring apron.  I take the key for the handcuffs and toss it up to Kelly.
	"Here, put that on her back," I continue.  "We'll go to my dressing room and watch on the moniter to see what it's going take for 'lover boy' to get her to release him."  With a big smile, Kelly nods in agreement.  She jumps down off the ring apron into my embrace, and we walk arm in arm back up the aisle.