Donna and Jenny, Part 4: "May the best legs win" - 
by Jobber Joe  jobberboy2002@yahoo.com 



This is the continuation of a story series begun in December, 2003. Because of 
various time delays in bringing out new episodes, I've provided a brief synopsis 
of each episode with references in parenthesis to where the original episodes 
can be found on the Valkyrie site  all are in "Misc Stories" 


Synopses of the Story Episodes so Far:

1. (Misc 16) Jenny and Donna - Goddess fallen, Goddess arisen

On a small town college campus, Joey watches his senior classmate, Jenny, the
undefeated women's intramural wrestling champion, go down to a shocking first
ever defeat at the hands, and legs, of a well-built, powerful freshman named
Donna.

2. (Misc 16) Jenny and Donna, part 2 - Tormented by the New Goddess

Joey, himself a collegiate wrestler of modest achievement, is confronted by
Jenny's conqueror in a brief grappling encounter, a humbling experience for
one.

3. (Misc 16) Jenny and Donna, part 3 - Humiliation in the Wrestling Room

Joey and Jenny both face the fury of strong-legged new wrestling goddess,
Donna, and a couple of her friends in a private wrestling session arranged by
Donna.

4. (Misc 16) Jenny and Donna, part 4 - Play Toy

Jenny becomes a virtual "play toy" for both Donna and pal, Linda; as Linda, a
lithe little blonde gymnast turned novice wrestler, rolls the startlingly
submissive former champion into one pin hold after another, while domineering
Donna physically and sensually mauls the helpless brunette.

5. (Misc 16) Jenny and Donna, part 5 - Donna claims another

With poor Jenny all but done in after a lopsided match against the feisty
little blonde, Linda, Donna turns her attention to Joey, determined to prove
which is the stronger sex, as if there was any question.

6. (Misc 16) Jenny and Donna, Final part 6 - "Spoils of Victory"

Donna and pals have their way with the two humiliated senior classmates, Jenny
and Joey, finally leaving them both completely "trashed" in their wake.

7. (Misc 17) Jenny and Donna, continued - Flashback

Getting together during the summer after Jenny's series of setbacks against
Donna, the former champion explains to Joey what really happened immediately
after her first shocking defeat by Donna, and in the process hints at a
strange new relationship she's developed with her young conqueror.

8. (Misc 18) Donna and Jenny, Part 1

Jenny makes a comeback attempt of sorts at a summer wrestling tournament; and
Joey, of course, is there to watch her take on a big, beautiful, and
dangerous, blonde named Tonia.

9. (Misc 19) Donna and Jenny, Part 2 - "The Birthday Party"

Joey receives a surprise invitation to Donna's 20th birthday party, and then a
further surprise upon showing up for the party when he watches Jenny and
Randi, a cute, leggy cheerleader, first go through a "special" ceremony
presided over by Donna and then begin a wrestling match, with the winner
promised special favors from Donna.

10. (Misc 19) Donna and Jenny, Part 3 - Fighting for her Favor

After winning the first two falls in the special "first to 7 falls" match,
Jenny makes a few costly mistakes, allowing the smaller brunette, Randi, to
surprisingly battle back. Then, with Jenny yet again leading 3 falls to 2, a
long steamy leg battle between the two sexy brunettes ends stunningly as one
girl uses her shapely legs in a decidedly wicked way that the other can't
resist.

Preface to this latest episode:

In the immediately preceding part of this story (see above, posted at Valkyrie
site in February of this year), leggy cheerleader, Randi, has yet again
battled back with all weapons at her disposal, chief among them being those
long sleek legs, to shockingly square the Slave Championship match against
bigger, more experienced Jenny, the former campus wrestling champion, at 3
falls apiece. Now, each girl must dig deep to find the strength and resolve to
carry on against numbing exhaustion, and other things, tearing at both.

First girl to rack up seven pins becomes Donna's "slave champion", with all
the dubious perks that may entail. But can they possibly make it through even
the next fall? The story continues with Joey's narrative.

Continuing Story:

Both girls were in desperate shape, numbing exhaustion tearing at their
beautiful, sweat-drenched bodies. Randi, even though she'd just registered
this last fall after a long steamy struggle, wobbled horribly from all fours
as she moved haltingly toward the center of the mat for the restart. From her
mat-side perch, Donna hollered at Tonia, now, "help the little bimbo out
there, hun," even as she suddenly got up herself and walked toward the two
dead tired brunettes. Tonia, no doubt thinking she was heeding the "birthday
girl's" request, reached for Randi's near arm as if to help guide the woozy
young brunette the rest of the way back to the center start spot. But Donna,
moving swiftly now, planted a bare foot right on Randi's tight little butt and
pushed hard with one muscled beauty, spilling the slinky cheerleader face down
on the carpet. The "Mistress of Ceremonies" then turned her attention to
Jenny, who was just now getting up to a shaky crouch nearby, while laughing at
Tonia, "peel that sorry slut off my mat and drag her the rest of the way,
hun... you were being too, too nice to her." Tonia did as told this time,
roughly grabbing poor Randi by her near arm and dragging the thinly moaning
beauty the few remaining feet, before propping her back up on all fours.
Meanwhile, Donna had turned her attention back to poor Jen, once a proud and
brave campus wrestling champion, now reduced to cowering at her young
dominator's feet while Donna sneered down at her contemptuously and snarled,
"you're pathetic, SLUT, aren't you?"

Amazingly, distressingly from my point of view, poor Jen, who'd been crouching
shakily from all fours, head down, nodded her head a couple of times, meekly
whimpering, "yes" in response. I was both filled with a quick sense of rage
and perverse arousal watching Jenny shamelessly capitulate to the haughty
younger brunette. Donna now shoved one big, smoothly muscled thigh up against
Jen's reddened face, yanking the older girl's head up as she did so by tugging
on her damp dark locks. Then, as is her wont, she instantly turned from
snarling tormentress to seductive temptress by cooing almost lovingly at the
cowering woman at her feet while coyly lifting the edge of her red shorts and
patting the broad expanse of newly revealed upper thigh, "you want some of
this don't you dearie?" Jenny softly whimpered, "yes, Mistress," to which
Donna, beaming broadly, brushed that awesome thigh right across poor Jen's
spittle caked lips, purring as she dropped her death grip on the older girl's
hair and pushed her aside abruptly, "you only get a quick taste now, dearie;
but all ya gotta do is beat that little shit over there and you can worship
this dynamite bod the whole night long... yeah, you'll like that, won't you,
ya horny little slut?" Once again, Jen, every bit the "horny little slut", as
Donna had said, at the present moment, meekly nodded her head as she cowered
now a few feet from her mistress. Donna just laughed at the sniveling creature
before planting the heel of her foot on the side of Jen's hip, knocking her
over as she pranced back to her mat-side seat, leaving Tonia to arm drag the
spent older brunette the few remaining feet to where slave mate, Randi,
waited.

They were ready now, or as ready as two utterly exhausted young women could
ever be. Tonia gave the signal to begin and the two sweaty beauties groped
clumsily at each other, each teetering shakily from her knees as they came
together. After a brief stalemate, Jenny, bigger and heavier, managed to push
Randi down beneath her, Randi resisting some, but slowly sinking face down
beneath the older brunette. Jenny looked slightly buoyed by the quick
advantage gained; and for a brief, but only a brief, instant I thought I could
see some of that old determined look of a champion flash across her pretty
face. She straddled the slinky cheerleader, sinking in a somewhat labored and
sloppy double arm bar while Randi squirmed beneath her. But Randi, fighting
through the exhaustion, didn't just lie there and give up. Squirming, the
leggy bimbo turned her head up, twisting one arm away, slipping out of Jenny's
double arm attempt; then, amazingly, even with Jenny's more muscular legs
wrapped around hers, the slinky brunette somehow started to push up to all
fours with Jenny draped all over her. Jenny, groaning softly, dug in from on
top, planting her tanned legs, pushing forward, slowly shoving Randi face down
yet again. But Randi kept squirming; and this time, as my one-time goddess
went for her old reliable half nelson, Jenny's forearm slipped down the side
of Randi's sweat-slickened neck as she tried to tilt the younger girl's
shoulders into pinning position. Randi had given her the slip yet again,
wriggling her head free as Jenny, pausing to try to catch her breath, just lay
on top of her after this latest failed move.

It was now a full-scale battle for survival for each; and suddenly I got a
clammy feeling as I sensed Jenny was almost too exhausted to go on even
another second. She was just lying there on top of the smaller girl while
Randi, gasping and grunting, slowly started to push back up to all fours.
Jenny had her usually strong legs wrapped all over the slinky cheerleader;
but, weakened by rubbery exhaustion, they couldn't seem to hold the bimbo
down! Randi was up to a shaky crouch now, with Jenny still draped all over her
back and legs, really laboring, exhausted legs pawing, slithering against
Randi's glistening gams, trying desperately to break the smaller girl back
down. But Randi wasn't heading to the mat this time, starting to slowly
slither out from Jenny's draped form. Jenny snapped to just a bit now,
recognizing the urgency, moving to Randi's left side, trying for an arm bar,
her right leg still hooked inside of Randi's legs. Randi turned into her
though, yanking her lovely legs away from Jenny's faltering leg lock.

They were now facing each other from their knees, Jenny going in under Randi's
pawing arms, wrapping her own arms wearily around the slinky brunette's
slender waist in an apparent takedown attempt. Randi sprawled out over her,
long, lovely legs pawing at the mat behind her as Jenny shuffled forward,
pushing the smaller girl back slowly, Randi slithering on her knees across the
sweat-slickened mat. But Randi dug in after yielding a yard or so of slippery
mat, slim, luscious legs spread wide, reaching out over Jenny's back and
placing her left hand on the mat for balance with her one arm, while the other
barred Jenny's head to one side. I didn't realize the little fluff of a
cheerleader knew even this kind of basic wrestling counter move; but she'd not
only learned it somewhere, but was now using it quite effectively against the
vastly more experienced wrestler in former champion, Jenny. The older brunette
groaned, head jammed over to her left by Randi's barred arm, her own arms
still locked around the younger woman's slender torso, but now doing little
more than holding on desperately. Too soon, her stretched out arms were
trembling violently, her grip faltering.

It was a steamy stalemate at the moment; yet Randi kept barring her head, and
now Jenny was really gasping and struggling to hold on, her arms steadily
slipping away from Randi's twisting body. Slowly, ever so slowly, poor Jen
sank chest down to the mat, her rubbery legs pawing weakly at the mat behind
her in a futile, failing effort to regain her knees. Randi released her arm
bar, started to move to Jenny's side. Jenny desperately tried to slither
around to keep squared up on her slinky foe; but Randi, seizing the advantage
and riding a quick adrenaline surge, was not to be denied; and Jenny, utterly
spent by the failing effort to, first, control and take down her young foe,
and second, to merely hold off the slinky cheerleader, moved sluggishly, arms
and legs numbed by exhaustion. Randi too easily shed the last of Jenny's
weakly clutching hands, the older girl's fingers slipping helplessly away from
the slick, smooth muscles in the backs of Randi's sleek legs. Randi, fighting
the numbing exhaustion herself, but still fueled by the quick adrenaline spike
as she spun around the exhausted former wrestling champion, was now behind and
moving on top of poor Jen, locking her lovely gams around Jenny's dark,
trembling counterparts.

Jenny, gasping and grunting, switched briefly into desperate survival mode,
instinctively trying to push up to all fours after her collapse down to the
mat. But she lingered there in a shaky half crouch, legs and arms trembling,
gasping for big sucking gulps of air while Randi snaked her shapely legs
around hers again and started to slowly push the bigger girl back down. Jenny
was moaning loudly as she slowly sank toward the mat, Randi crawling right up
on her back, thrusting her sleek beauties down and back, pushing against
Jenny's bigger, but desperately weakened, and quickly yielding, legs. The
bimbo cheerleader sank in a half nelson, Randi's own movements sloppy and slow
in execution, but meeting virtually no resistance by this point from the
collapsing former champion. Jenny's head tilted forward in Randi's nelson
hold, her forehead meeting the mat first, followed by quivering belly, heaving
chest, and finally the right side of her face as she sank fully face down
beneath the leggy little bimbo.

Randi, with a quick cry of triumph, scrambled on top of the collapsed older
girl, tightening down her leg noose, those heavenly gams wrapped all over poor
Jen's stretched back legs. But, with Jenny now down below her, Randi's
adrenaline surge abruptly ended, and the leggy cheerleader, spent by her
inspired labors, was suddenly doing little more than laying on top of the
equally exhausted older girl. The whole steamy affair had ground to a virtual
halt, and Mistress wasn't pleased, growling at her two spent slaves, "get your
cute little asses in gear, girlies, or there'll be hell to pay with me,
understand?" There was no intelligible response from either woman, both Randi
and Jenny emitting weak groans and grunts as they heard the sharp voice of
their adored mistress piercing their clouded, exhaustion-laden minds.

Jenny stirred first from what seemed like a mutual slumber, shaking her head
wanly, loosening Randi's haphazardly applied nelson hold, struggling beneath
Randi's draped body in an attempt to push back up to all fours. But Jen's arms
were shaking uncontrollably, and those usually strong, smoothly muscled legs
were all but gone, pure rubber, quaking as she shakily pushed a mere few
inches off the grimy mat. Randi snapped to a slight bit on sensing movement
beneath her draped form, the younger woman grimacing as she re-tightened her
leg lock around Jenny's violently trembling pair, her own slim, sleek beauties
trembling as well, but holding on well enough to stifle any escape hopes poor
Jen may have still harbored. Randi now found enough strength to lean out over
the shuddering, shaking older brunette, pushing with both hands on the back of
her head. Jenny's newly softened tummy jiggled with her tortured movements as
she lingered with that softened belly scant inches off the mat, desperately
trying to will her once strong, athletic body on. But there was nothing left
to draw on. She couldn't get up any further, arms and legs trembling, belly
now sagging down as her back swayed under Randi's weight, the younger brunette
catching a bit of a second wind while she pulled her long, lovely legs
forward, hooking them inside of Jenny's horribly weakened bigger legs now,
then stretching them back as she leaned forward, really reefing on Jenny's
bowed head. Randi began to slide her slickened legs up and down with the
effort, her taut calves sliding against Jenny's inner thighs as she did so,
the leggy bimbo digging deep, pushing with everything she had left.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the slinky cheerleader's little
rocking horse motion, her hot legs slithering all up and down and over and
around Jenny's straining legs was doing something terrible to my tormented
goddess. Jenny gave one last faltering attempt to push up, but instead her
shoulders sagged, back swaying even more, soft, jiggling belly now scraping
the mat beneath her. The tortured groan that escaped her lips was more like a
thin, whimpered gasp, "unnnnngggggggghhh"; her brown legs were drenching wet
and steaming, the big thigh muscles slack and quivering, and literally being
swallowed up by Randi's sleek, slithering beauties as they were stretched ever
further back, back, back!

(Inside Jenny's head)

With head jammed down like this, her liquid brown eyes were staring back
directly at their sweaty tangle of legs. She continued to stare dumbly, almost
strangely detached from the lung searing, desperately failing, physical battle
to keep from sinking to the mat beneath the other's surging attack. She
blinked again at the startling contrast, her own bigger, darker legs, rubbery
thigh muscles quaking violently, being consumed in a dizzying, delicious rush
by the smaller, sleeker, but now startlingly firmer and stronger "killer" legs
of the slinky cheerleader. She felt her right arm buckling weakly, struggled
half-heartedly to maintain her crouching position, but found herself swaying
dizzily, head jammed even further beneath her heaving chest by that warm,
wonderful creature above her, the other's apparent surging strength magnified
by her own desperate weakness. Her soft, jiggling belly dipped as she arched
her back, mouth open in a silent moan, the somewhat flabby belly flesh rubbing
against the grimy mat surface in her waning, faltering battle to stay up on
all fours. Her trembling, exhausted body ached with an exquisitely tormented
buzz, bucking feebly beneath the relentless pressure and devouring presence of
her slinky tormentor. But it was all too much, and all too natural to even try
to resist any longer. Rubbery thighs collapsing beneath the delicious firm,
wrapped warmth of the other's all consuming legs, she started to slip forward
with a feeble little moan of agony/ecstasy, her weakened arms buckling,
Randi's hot, devouring legs cradling her own melting legs as she dropped face
down to the mat. Behind her the sweetly tormenting buzz had dissolved into a
wet, sticky flood smeared across her soft, quivering thighs, the sweet flood
intensifying with each spasmodic tremor rippling through her surrendering body
and smothered legs.

She lay now with head turned sideways, her liquid brown eyes staring
mindlessly at the dizzying swirl of shapes and colors around them. She only
half stifled a soft groan as stretched back legs yet again jerked
spasmodically, the sticky flood from her sudden release pooling beneath her
big soft thighs as they lay pressed tight to the mat beneath and between the
warm, wet and wonderful legs of her slinky tormentor. She could hear Randi's
own shallow gasps, feel the hot, labored breaths rustling the soft hairs at
the nape of her neck while the cheerleader's heavenly body lay draped over
hers. She somehow knew that this strange, almost peaceful, and intensely
pleasurable interlude was only a momentary pause in the sweetly tormenting
struggle they were mutually engaged. Yet her fight here was almost over;
instinctively she realized that, could feel it so intensely, now. She wriggled
weakly, almost expectantly, half stifling a fresh new gasp, "aghhhh", as she
felt the other stir above her, luscious, close wrapped legs reactively
squeezing the squishy soft muscles of her own smothered thighs. She was no
longer wriggling, just lying there panting while the electric spasms swept
through her stretched out, tingling body, surrendering to the moment, to that
slinky dream draped all over her blissfully wasted body.

(Inside Randi's head)

The feeling, the incredible rush she'd felt earlier when rolling on top of the
renowned wrestler to square their match at three falls apiece, was back,
almost orgasmic in its intensity this time, her long, lean, sweat-drenched
legs fairly vibrating as she squeezed them against Jenny's sloppily soft,
yielding thighs, the leggy cheerleader thrilling to the low gurgling moan
escaping Jenny's lips, the sudden sharp jerk of the other girl's collapsing
body, intensely feeling the sudden, startling sense of strength and conquest
while her groaning slave mate sank face down on the canvas beneath her. She
struggled to catch her breath, expelling an ecstatic gasp, which beat down
against the soft hairs at the base of Jenny's neck, the older girl jerking and
trembling yet again beneath her close wrapped body in spasmodic response. Now,
She felt a weak ripple of resistance from her fallen slave mate, Jenny
stirring sluggishly beneath her, one big, dark leg slithering forward, rubbing
against her covering thigh. She smiled thinly at the pleasurable sensations
rocketing through her while their hot, wet legs rubbed together. She fought
through the electric jolts gripping her lithe, super-aroused body, gathered
herself anew, strangely grateful for the renewed challenge, pressing forward
now, living the basic truth in Mistress' words, "use your best assets,"
emphatically answering the other's feeble writhing with a reflexive flex of
steaming, devouring thigh muscles. She gurgled with primal, predatory pleasure
on feeling the spasms beneath her and hearing the faintest cry of tormented
surrender as she yet again stretched that dark limb back, OWNING the other's
legs, that deliciously spent body, and soon, she hoped, EVERYTHING of
importance in their private battle for the special affections of their adored
Mistress.

(Back in the gallery)

I had gasped in stunned disbelief, groaning in perverse arousal at the same
time, as I watched the former champion's arms buckle at the elbow, her all
wrapped up legs splaying out and stretching back; then suddenly give way, my
former classmate whimpering feebly while sinking face down yet again with
slender Randi and her gorgeous "killer" legs still wrapped all over her
collapsed body. Even as I'd watched my "goddess" collapse beneath the slinky
long-legged cheerleader, I'd experience a sudden flashback to the telephone
call from college pal, Todd, a month or so back, remembering so vividly his
excited description of the tournament match between Jenny and Randi that I'd
missed. He had been describing the end of that match, to my knowledge the
first time Jenny and Randi had ever wrestled each other. Jenny had won that
match, quite easily to look at the final score, but what really got to Todd
was watching Randi narrow Jenny's ultimate margin of victory with a belated
rally over my apparently exhausted former classmate. As he described it then,
"Gawwd toward the end there the Randi chick had those long, luscious legs
wrapped all over your girl; and she was really stretching her out. Jenny just
kinda lay there, looking all worn out, but still quite sexy if you know what I
mean".

I knew exactly what he meant. It was like deja vu hearing Todd describe what
happened then and seeing it happen now. Poor Jenny just lay on the mat, face
tilted over to one side, staring right at most of us watching; her eyes were
liquid, unfocused, prone body shuddering uncontrollably. Gawwwwd, I hated to
admit it myself, but the poor thing had never looked so damn sexy as she did
just then, all stretched out and stunningly rendered helpless beneath the
luscious wrapped body and drop dead gorgeous legs of that slim bimbo, Randi.

Still, even at that I half expected Jenny to somehow catch her breath, regain
her composure and push up off the mat, shedding this latest pretender to her
wrestling supremacy. But she stayed plastered to the mat while Randi, drawing
again on a quick adrenaline spike, sunk in a new half nelson, her fingers
digging determinedly into the back of Jenny's sweat-drenched neck. Jenny
merely groaned, too beat to even move her head in response, much less attempt
to wriggle free of the nelson hold. Randi reached over with her free right
arm, grabbing Jenny's right arm, pulling it behind the groaning older girl's
back after an all too brief struggle. And Jenny continued to just lie there
meekly, unmoving, absolutely spent, her right arm tucked back in Randi's arm
bar, left arm lifted high by the slender cheerleader's nelson lock. She was
hopelessly trapped, nowhere to go but over to her back, if Randi could summon
that one burst of strength still needed to turn her heavier foe.

She could, and did, moving to Jenny's left side, planting her long, lovely
legs on the mat while driving into the half nelson. As I said, Jenny had
nothing left, either in that once fabulous athletic bod, or, more
distressingly, up inside her head, with which to fight even this little bimbo
off. Quickly now, she yielded to Randi's driving pressure, tilting up and then
over with another feeble little moan of utter surrender, shoulders plastered
to the mat as Randi lay over her bent and pinned body.

(Back inside Randi's head)

For the briefest moment she had felt a twinge of concern for her fallen slave
mate, even fighting the urge to reach out and soothingly stroke Jenny's matted
dark hair on hearing the latest gurgling whimper and feeling that collapsed
body spasming against the latent power in her coiled legs. But the quick spark
of compassion had almost instantly been consumed by a raging, adrenaline
spiked fury. A tigress unleashed, she drove forward now, the exquisitely
formed muscles in her stunning legs straining, powering her primal assault on
a helplessly weakened, vulnerable prey. She hissed through clenched teeth,
feeling the other yield to her surging strength, to the majesty of her "best
assets", glorying in the feeble little moan heard beneath her as Jenny's
shoulders quickly settled into the mat. She knew she HAD HER!

(Joey's narrative)

Tonia was down there next to the tangled brunettes soon enough, raising her
arm, but holding it there for the longest moment, mouth ajar as if
disbelieving that this slender fluff of a cheerleader could be holding the
more athletically accomplished girl down so easily. But there it was before
all of our eyes, Randi lay all over the whipped former champion as if she was
mauling a limp rag doll. Squirming in exquisite torment myself at the
incredible sight, I almost lost it on the spot when I saw Jenny tilt her head
up, liquid eyes roving to and fro from Randi's grimacing face to Tonia's open
mouthed stare back down at her in the split second before Tonia's hand came
down. Poor Jen looked haunted, hollow eyed, pathetically beaten, in this fall,
and perhaps the rest of the match to follow. Tonia's lifted hand came down
inevitably, the loud thwack of her palm hitting the mat accompanied by a sharp
jerk of Jenny's deliciously twisted, flattened body and heated little gasp
escaping the spittle caked lips of the pinned older brunette.

(inside Jenny's head again)

She had gone over swiftly in a dizzying rush, not really realizing she was on
her back until she felt Randi's hot breath now beating into her flushed cheeks
from above. She felt no sense of panic or desperate urgency to escape, only
the euphoric tingling in her splayed body as she yet again offered it up in
blissful surrender to the leggy little cheerleader. The hand poised next to
her flattened shoulders came down swiftly, promising blessed relief as it met
wet mat with a resounding "smack". She whimpered softly, her bent body jerking
sharply at impact, another, ever more intense, warm flood sweeping across her
violently trembling, splayed legs. And she continued to gurgle in exquisite
torment for endless seconds after that as well, craving every tingling touch
from that wondrous creature draped on top of her, her spent legs jerking and
twitching in the sweet aftermath of her shuddering surrender.

(back on the outside looking on)

As I fought to control my own welling spasms of desperate arousal, but
helplessly felt the telltale twitching down below in my crotch, Randi, now
leading 4-3 in falls, slowly, almost languorously, peeled off her splayed
slave-mate, her pert little mouth open, not only with her labored gasps, but
also as if in utter disbelief at what she'd just pulled off. And poor Jen was
just lying there, right arm still tucked under her back, left arm splayed out
to one side, legs spread wide and spasmodically twitching, head laid over to
one side, her eyes glassily staring at the far wall. Tonia was motioning,
softly imploring both girls to get back to the center circle; but Jenny hardly
looked like she even comprehended what was going on; and Randi was just
sitting there next to Jen, luscious legs curled underneath her, staring down
at her limp opponent. Randi finally asked, somewhat concernedly, "Jen, you
okay?". Jenny only moaned softly in response, slowly pulling her left leg up
until her foot was planted on the mat, that leg crooked at the knee and still
trembling uncontrollably from rubbery exhaustion. Randi put one hand down,
gently stroking it across Jenny's upraised thigh, drawing an immediate low,
long moan from the older girl in response. Still lingering over her fallen
slave mate, Randi quite innocently placed the other hand over Jenny's tummy,
lightly stroking her fingers across the jiggling belly flesh. Almost instantly
Jenny's splayed body jerked sharply again, accompanied by another tormented
gasp escaping her gaping mouth. My own rock hard member surged dangerously at
the same instant, but, like poor Jen, I was almost oblivious to it all by now,
still staring transfixed at my adored long-time goddess as the lithe, leggy,
oh-so-sexy cheerleader, Randi, finally pulled back from her splayed victim.

I continued to stare through bleary, beer-sodden eyes at Randi's incredibly
beautiful legs, the small, but firm, and gracefully sculpted thigh muscles
glistening with sweat and smeared with the sticky release from her still
spasming, slave mate. My ever unruly member was surging dangerously, but still
I could not resist glancing down again in the very next moment to my former
classmate, Jenny, the FALLEN GODDESS, her luscious body splayed helplessly
before the leggy little vixen, looking all deliciously used up, and, yes,
still more incredibly sexy than I'd ever seen her before. And, like poor
Jenny, I lost it, my over-heated member jerking sharply as the spasms overtook
me and I hunched forward in my chair, arms looped around drawn up knees,
desperately trying to hide the embarrassing, spreading wet stain at the front
of my tented up jeans. Next to me, the "Birthday Girl" laughed slyly; I
couldn't tell if she was laughing at my humiliating predicament, or at the
physically and sensually slain Jenny out on the mat, not that it mattered much
really. We were both sorry sights I'm sure.

For when I managed to pull my downcast eyes up briefly upon hearing a weak
little cry from my one-time classmate, there was poor Jenny, a damp, dark
stain spreading across the front of her blue shorts, more dusky dampness
smeared all over her quivering soft thighs, being yanked to a shaky crouch by
that big, beautiful blonde, Tonia, the match referee. And Jenny just slumped
there, one shoulder leaning heavily against the blonde's outer calf, her open
mouth pressed to the soft flesh just above Tonia's kneecap, her nearly limp
body held up off the mat only by Tona's firm grip on her red slave collar. As
said, we were both "sorry sights". I didn't know how Jenny was going to even
answer the call for the next fall, nor did I know how I was going to ever be
able to exit gracefully from my present embarrassing situation. Donna just
about summed it up perfectly when she snorted loudly at length, "Sheesh, you
TWO," meaning Jenny and I, of course, "really are PATHETIC!"

Cringing at her sharp words, I was surely turning several shades of crimson;
for her part poor Jenny was merely dragging, or rather being drug one-armed by
Tonia, back to the center of the mat, where the leggy bimbo cheerleader turned
tigress, Randi, was already waiting, ready to unleash her "killer gams" yet
again on the reeling one-time wrestling queen. Prospects looked bleak, if not
out and out desperate, for both of us.

(to be continued)