A bookish girl proves it to a college wrestling star
Jeff, college junior and star wrestler, was dominating the freshman teammate that had challenged him. It was over in 20 seconds - no effort, really - but he kept it going for much longer. He enjoyed sitting on the boy and forcing a submission in front of the audience - a hand-full of cheerleaders and one girl on the bleachers. As Jeff had the boy pinned beneath him, begging to be released, he flirted with the pack of cheerleaders. Using sign language, he got an agreement from one to meet him later to suck his dick.
Finally, Jeff stood, but only to drop a knee into the poor boys stomach. "Get lost worm. Come back when you learn how to fight."
The cheerleaders giggled at the red-faced boy as he slumped to the showers. Jeff adjusted his loaded cup and waved. "Hi, Jeff!" said three or four of the eager cheerleaders, each hoping to be next to wear his come on her face.
The lone girl stood up from the bleachers, a tall bookish looking thing, not one of the flirting girls. She walked right out onto the mat. Jeff assumed she wanted to blow him, too. He would make her beg first - maybe do it right there for everyone to see.
When she stood in front of him he noticed she was five inches taller than he was and in excellent shape. Feminine muscle bulged from her tight top and red shorts. She pushed her glasses up on her nose before speaking. "I challenge you to a match. Would you like to rest first?"
Jeff's jaw dropped open. Had he heard that right? Then suddenly it made sense. This was her silly way of copping some feels and getting physical.
"I don't need to rest, sweet heart." He stepped toe to toe with her. Her breasts nudged his shoulders. She didn't back off and Jeff could tell she had a special brand of confidence. "You wanna get spanked in front of witnesses, I can take care of you right now." He said glaring up at her.
She took off her glasses and looked down at him. "I don't think you understand. That man you just beat up is a friend of mine. I intend to show you a little something about treating people right. After watching you I already know I can beat you. I just don't know how easy it will be."
Jeff froze. Then he threw his head back and laughed. "You're a cocky fuckin' bitch! I like that!" He slapped her rump - it stung his hand like hitting a brick wall. She didn't react. "What year are you in?" He asked as he rubbed his tingling hand.
"Freshman." She said as she put her glasses and books down at the edge of the mat. "And I'm not cocky. It is just that I can tell that you are undisciplined and inferior to me."
"Okay." Said Jeff getting a bit pissed. "Enough trash talk. If you think you can beat me, prove it."
I intend to." She replied coldly.
When the girl stepped forward it was into a buzz saw of activity! Jeff pulled no punches. He dropped her hard and went for the fast pin. He was amazed at how quick she recovered. He was just able to stay on top, but could not get both of her shoulders down. He was alarmed by her power.
He had to keep adjusting his hold. Every time he got good leverage she flipped her long powerful legs in a new direction and nearly unseated him! He rode her for all he was worth for over ten minutes nearly pinning her several times, but not quite.
Then the impossible happened! She broke free! A gasp escaped the gathering audience. She bounced to her feet. Jeff staggered to his.
She was all smiles and confidence now. She jumped forward and slapped Jeff on the ass hard enough to make him jump.
"Yow!" He shouted - wishing he hadn't.
"You're better than I thought." She said. Jeff was too winded to reply - and too embarrassed! He wanted to be sitting on her face and slapping her ass by now!
She stepped in and he took her down again, but not for long. In a flash she reversed and was now in control of him! In ten second she mashed his shoulders to the mat and kept them there - not for a three count - but for as long as she wanted! It became evident after five minutes that he was going no place.
She lay across him laughing. "Spank me tough guy! Show the girls how tough you are! My ass is up in the air! Start spanking! What's the matter? Having trouble?"
The cheerleaders stood speechless! The man they all wanted between their legs was being completely dominated by a bookish freshman girl!
She whispered into his armpit. "If you ever want to get off this mat you will promise to apologize to my friend."
"Fuck you." Grunted Jeff.
"If that's the way you want to play." She replied. Then quick as a wink she jammed his head between her thighs, face stuffed up her butt, and squeezed! Jeff thought his head would explode! He felt the walls of his skull give!
"God no!" he screamed in a panicky voice! "You win! I give up! Please let me go!"
"Do we have a deal?" asked the girl calmly. There was no hint of pressure in her voice.
Jeff didn't respond. The girl's entire body strained and Jeff's body twitched and flopped beneath her.
"Yes! A deal! Anything you say!"
The girl let go and sat up on Jeff's chest. Jeff's face was beat red with veins throbbing everywhere. She stuffed her breasts back where they belonged then stood.
She stood straddling Jeff for a moment as she fixed her hair. He dared not move.
Suddenly she dropped a knee into his gut! He doubled around it. She stood again. "Come back when you learn how to fight." She spat down at him.
When she reached the edge of the mat the cheerleaders rushed to Jeff's aid. The bookish amazon never looked back. She gathered her things and left.
Three weeks later the wrestling coach found the bookish girl studying in the cafeteria over lunch. He grabbed a cup of coffee and joined her. She finished her paragraph before looking up at him over her glasses.
"Are you the young lady that beat up my star wrestler?" There was an anxious tone to his voice.
"It was nothing personal." She replied evenly. "I just wanted to teach him some manners. I won't hurt him anymore."
The coach took a swig of his coffee. It was awful. "What is your name young lady?"
"Liz. If you don't mind sir, get to the point. I'm studying for mid-terms."
"Of course. I want you to come out and show me what you did."
Liz looked directly at him for the first time. The coach felt violated by the power of her stare. "You want me to beat you up?" she asked.
"What? No! That is... no of course not." He loosened his collar. It suddenly felt very hot on that cool spring afternoon. "I want you to attend a practice and show my team and me the kind of moves it took to beat one of the best in the state."
"Out of the question. I don't have the time." She dismissed the man with a glance and returned to her books.
"Please. Its just, I want Jeff to improve but I don't have anything else I can teach him. I mean he doesn't pay attention to my warnings about the importance of discipline and practice. If you came out and pinned him in front of the entire team he might see the light."
"Sorry." She didn't even look up.
"I'll pay you for your time. Please help me here."
Now she looked up. "$100."
"Well, I'm not a rich man, dear."
"$200."
"What? No you said $100!"
"$300. You are wasting my time."
"Alright! Stop saying numbers! I'll pay!" The coach was sweating bullets.
"Have $400 in twenties and the team assembled Wednesday night at 7:00." She said. "Now leave."
That night she stepped into the gym as the team was stretching. The coach stepped up. "I have your money - $400."
"Of course you do." She replied and took it. "Lets get started. I want to be out of here in ten minutes."
"Jeff." Yelled the coach. "Take this girl down and I'll make you team captain."
The rest of the team stepped off the mat. Jeff and the girl circled each other until Jeff stepped in. He was a buzz saw again, but this time he did not take Liz down. She countered every move. "You think you'll take me in with the same old tired shit?" She asked.
Then she picked him up and dropped him on his back, simple as that. He flopped and tried a dozen escapes, but nothing worked. She kept on top. Her moves were all power moves, nothing fancy. She patiently went about jamming his shoulders onto the mat.
At one point the only thing holding her back from a pin was his fragile neck. Liz chuckled as she pressed down, bending his neck to an impossible degree. But he would not submit in front of the team.
"Does that hurt?" She asked. He could only grunt in reply.
She picked him up again and slammed him down. She sat on his head an put him in an armbar. His muffled screams echoed in the otherwise quiet gym.
Liz looked around at the other wrestlers and the coach. When her eyes met theirs, they lowered their gaze. She was beating the best man already. She would get no other challenge.
She picked Jeff up in a small package. She stood. Then she dropped him. Before he could roll over she fell on him.
Laying across his chest she used only upper body strength to push first his arms, then his shoulders to the mat.
The coach dropped and gave her a three count. She held it for several more.
Then she flipped up to sit on Jeff's chest. She fixed her hair and straightened her cloths.
She checked the clock. It had only been three minutes.
"I have seven minutes left." She said to the crowd. "And the coach paid good money to have me come down and kick ass. Any more takers?" She looked over at the heavy weight. "You?"
The fat man backed up several steps.
She looked over at the coach. "You?"
He just looked down at his clipboard.
"Ya." Said Liz. "No point getting humiliated like poor Jeff here." She stood up. "Back to my books." After she left the gym it was quiet as a tomb. Nothing but Jeff's sobs.
As Finals wrapped up the parties kicked off. There was three or four every night. Those with late finals complained about the noise. Liz was not one of them - she was out all night every night for the last half of finals week having aced all her classes. And she was something of a campus celebrity having dominated the entire men's wrestling team.
At one party - a pool affair - Liz was enjoying the music and keg beer. For the hundredth time she had turned down the opportunity t tell what had happened in the gym that night and for the 13th time she had turned down a man's money to have her beat him up that night.
Through the drunken fog she realized she was out of beer. A man replaced her empty cup with a full one - something that happened quiet regularly. But this time it was Jeff.
She picked him up in a big hug, spilling beer everywhere. "Jeffy!" She slurred. "Gimme a kiss!"
She planted a wet one all over his face as she crushed his ribs. The crowd began to chant "Fight, fight, fight, fight!"
Liz dropped Jeff and faced the group. "Knock it off! There's nothing left to prove. Let's just have fun." The crowd cheered.
"Actually," said Jeff. "I do have something to prove. I took your lesson to heart, Liz. I've been working hard since we last met. I'm sure I can take you now."
"There are mats in the basement." Said someone in the crowd.
Liz looked around. She was wobbly from the drink and Jeff looked perfectly sober. He also looked very sexy to her with no shirt over those tight muscles. She hoped he like the way her thong rode up on her.
"All right, Jeffy." She slurred. "You think you can take this soon to be sophomore English major? Prove it."
When they got down to the mat, with crowd in tow, Jeff established early dominance. He crushed her face to the mat and bent her strong arm back hard.
At one point she even let out a yelp. "You are going to pay, bitch!" He snarled.
He shouldn't have said that.
"Bitch?" She yelled from beneath him. "You want me to be a bitch, you little punk?! I'll show you bitch!"
In a flash she was on her feet with Jeff lifted well over her head! She threw him not to the mat, but to the wall seven feet away!
He fell to the mat but got up. He charged in low. And she kept him low.
"This bitch is gonna ride your ass, pony boy!" She snarled from on top.
Jeff tried a few moves to escape. He almost upset her once. The crowd was cheering for her now.
She wrapped her powerful hands around his neck and crushed his ribs with her legs. "Give me a pony ride or die, prick!"
The pain was crippling! He started to beg, but caught himself. He would try survitude first.
Jeff staggered to his feet under her weight. She was much heavier than she looked due to muscle mass. He began to walk around the mat, being laughed at by the gathered spectators.
She dug her fingers into his windpipe. "Trot!"
Choking he broke into a bouncing trot. Liz's groin slammed into the small of his back over and over. She began to moan. The crowd grew quiet.
As they watched Jeff trot around the room with veins throbbing in his head, they also watched Liz roll her eyes back in her head and enjoy a sexual peak. The bookish girl had a lustful side after all.
When she went into the throws of a full-blown orgasm, her gyrations took Jeff off of his feet! They fell to the floor where she finished humping his side as she nearly squeezed the life from him in an iron scissors hold.
But she couldn't stop at just one climax. She hopped up and took his face next.
"Eat me you stupid jock." She snarled as she pulled her skimpy suit to one side and mashed her full muff down on his face.
There was nothing he could do but start licking to make her get what she wanted faster.
There was nothing anyone could do. A big man from the crowd tried to pull her off when it looked like Jeff wasn't getting any air. Liz gut punched him. When he fell to his knees she rammed her forehead into his nose. He crawled away bleeding. No one else tried to interrupt.
But no one left.
She came three times on Jeff's face before seeming to be satisfied.
With her eyes still closed and her cheeks glowing red. She finished the match with a submission hold. She balled Jeff's legs and face up between her legs and squeezed until he howled for mercy.
When she let him go he flopped flat beneath her.
She crushed his face under her butt as she lay there enjoying the afterglow.
"I think all we proved," she sighed, "is that you learned something from all those cheerleaders sucking your pud. Good tongue work, boy. Someone get me another beer."