After the Tournament Pt. 2
by Musclehead



Jill waited impatiently for Sam and Kenny to strip down to their underwear.
She had so much pent up energy, having been ready to wrestle 5 or 6 matches at
the tournament, but winding up with only 2. She bounced up and down on her
feet, swinging her arms, windmill fashion, as if she was loosening up her
shoulders. The second she felt that they were ready, she ran at Ken and leaped
high, wrapping her legs around his head and neck, with her momentum crashing
him to the floor on his back. She immediately started to squeeze, and at that
instant Sam came to the rescue, coming in from the side and grabbing Jill in a
headlock.

Ken was trying with all the strength he could muster to get her off, but even
as her head was under Sam's control, she managed to secure Ken's arms under
her legs. With lightning speed, she turned to the side opposite of where Sam
was trying desperately to make his headlock have some kind of impact. She
grabbed one of Ken's legs with one hand, and as she quickly started twisting
in the other direction, his leg was forced along up towards his head. Sam
continued to grind out his headlock, even though it was becoming apparent that
it was having no effect.

With her free arm, Jill reached behind Sam. Grabbing him around his waist, she
pulled forward with all her might, throwing his body forward, breaking his
headlock on her in the process. As he crashed to the floor above Ken's head,
face down, Jill pulled Ken's leg up under Sam's chin, then pulled back,
catching Sam in a sort of figure 4 with Ken's leg. She had both boys immobile
and still had one arm free. Jill then let go, jumped to her feet, and stood
over the boys, with her hands on her hips, gloating. "Okay you guys. I can
beat either one of you easily. You can't hurt me, I'm in way too good of
shape. So don't hold back. I'm not going to. And none of this collegiate
wrestling shit. No rules, except no hitting in the face or privates. Got it?"

She moved away from them and got ready to start again. Ken was clearly
embarrassed and pissed off. "You just took me by surprise. I can't believe
what a pussy you are Sam. I can beat this bitch by myself." Now Sam was a
little annoyed at being called a pussy. He knew that he was a good athlete and
a strong wrestler. It's just that Jill was better. Both Jill and Sam were
thinking that Ken needed to be taught a lesson. He moved out of the way to let
the other two go at it. Jill had really wanted to see what she could do
against two guys. So now she was a little annoyed that her plan had been
changed and decided to really take it to Ken.

They circled each other then locked up. Ken had his arms around Jill's waist
and was trying to wrestle her to the ground twisting left then right, to no
avail. After pretending to be in distress for a few seconds, Jill reached
behind her back and grabbed Ken's wrist, smiling at him as she slowly peeled
his arms away. With unfaltering sureness she moved his arms around, securing
them right in the small of his back. As Jill brought one arm around between
them, Ken's expression turned form frustration to shock as he realized that
she had both of his arms secured behind him with just one of hers. As Jill
started to squeeze in with that one powerful arm, she put her other hand on
his face and pushed hard, bending him backwards. In just a few short minutes,
Jill had made it clear to Ken that she was much stronger than him. And she was
just getting started. He had spoiled her plans to wrestle two of them at once
and proven himself to be an asshole. Now he was going to pay.

After bending him back for a few more seconds, she suddenly stopped pushing,
and instead grabbed him in a reverse headlock, the back of his neck firmly
lodged under her armpit. Now she started muscling him downward. As Ken bent at
the waist, Jill let go of his wrists, reached down and grabbed an ankle. With
lightning speed she pulled up, lifting him completely off the ground, up to
her waist level and then slamming him down onto the mat on his stomach with
her full weight on his back. She grabbed his other ankle and pulled back in a
boston crab type hold. Ken screamed his submission. "No submissions for you
until I completely rearrange your outlook."

Jill jumped to her feet and gave him a chance to regroup. She went over to
where Sam was sitting, leaning against the wall. She kneeled down and gave him
a big wet kiss. "Enjoy the show Sam. After I rearrange Kenny here, both
physically and mentally, I'm gonna fuck your brains out. Now don't interfere."
She pulled the straps of her slingshot suit down then reached around the back
of Sam's head and brought her beautiful breasts into his face, rubbing them
back and forth a few times. She gently squeezed his already aroused crotch
before getting up and turning back to the business at hand.

Ken was a little wobbly on his feet, but judging from the angry, hatful look
on his face, it was obvious that he hadn't learned any lessons yet. That was
fine with Jill, as she wanted an excuse to dismantle this guy with no one to
stop this massacre. With supreme confidence, Jill sauntered towards Ken with a
mocking smile on her face and her muscular, vein covered arms hanging down at
her sides. Suddenly, he unleashed a hard punch to her exposed, rippling
midsection. Jill stepped back a little, but that was the net result of his
punch. She smiled. He hit again. Nothing. With amazing speed and frightening
power, Jill struck, slamming Ken across his chest with her forearm and
knocking him onto the floor on his back. Calling on her long dormant gymnast
skills, she did a back layout flip, sailing high into the air and pulling her
arms and legs back as she descended so that he felt all the force from her
hard body landing on him. She grabbed his leg as she had done earlier, and as
she stared down at him, she pulled his leg up and wrapped it around the front
of his head, bending it at the knee and pulling it around his neck.

Jill had secured a figure four around Ken, using his own leg, similar to what
she had done earlier with Sam. She was panting now, from both exertion and
arousal, gaining as she went a new understanding of how a women's strength
increases with her level of sexual arousal, like Pam had told her. Except it
was different with Jill. Pam had said that the only thing better than beating
some jerk, was overpowering someone you cared about and having them accept
your female superiority. Jill was finding herself way more worked up pummeling
this asshole than she had with either Sam or Frank. Sam could also tell that
she was in a state that he hadn't seen before. Jill was working herself into
an over the top frenzy and poor Ken was paying the price of having lit this
fire in her.

Kenny was frantically swinging his arms landing blow after blow on Jill's
body, but she wasn't even noticing. His wild hits had no effect on her hard
torso. She grabbed his arm that was opposite the leg she was using around his
head, loosened the pressure momentarily, then forced his arm up under his leg
and retightened the hold. Then she did the same with the other arm, so now he
had both his arms and one leg wrapped around his head, a human pretzel. Jill
then scissored his free leg with her much more powerful legs and started
squeezing and jerking it around. By this point Ken was in agony and Jill was
in such a zone she didn't even notice. She rolled to one side, releasing her
hold on his ankle that held everything in place, but as she turned over, she
changed her hold to a bearhug. She wound up on her back with Kenny on top of
her, his twisted torso and appendages completely encased in her arms, his
other leg, still caught between her beautiful legs. Then she started squeezing
with her arms. Kenny passed out from the pain and as his body went limp from
the pain, Jill's back arched and she flopped around like a fish out of water
as she had a tremendous orgasm that seemed to last forever, taking his
unfortunate body along for the ride.

Letting go of Kenny and pushing him off her, Jill bounded to her feet,
seemingly having gained energy through her encounter rather than having used
any. She slithered towards Sam, pulling her slingshot down over her rock hard
glutes and letting it slide down her legs to the floor. As she stepped out of
it, she stood there, completely naked. "I hope he wakes up, 'cause I'm not
done with him yet. I hope you don't find this perverse, Sam, but even though I
always get turned on when we wrestle before we fuck, I'm really getting off on
beating the shit out of this asshole. I'm so hot I can't control myself and
when I'm finished fucking him up, don't worry, I'll still have plenty left for
you." Sam looked up at Jill in awe of her abilities, and in lust of her
physical beauty and sexuality. Ken was starting to stir. Jill looked in his
direction, then back at Sam. "What shall I do? What shall I do?"

When she looked back at Ken, he was on his hands and knees, seemingly
contemplating whether he wanted to try to stand or not. Jill sauntered over to
him then straddled his torso, facing the same way as him. She moved up until
her knees were right behind his armpits, then dove forward, flattening Ken out
on the floor with her on top of him, well, her lower half on top of him. She
scootched back a little so that her abs were right on top of the back of his
head. She started doing pelvic thrusts, driving his face into the floor as her
ripped abs slammed against the back of his head. She only did this a few
times, because she knew that if it continued she would knock him out again,
and she wanted him conscious for what she had planned.

Jill moved down some more so that her head was even with his, then turned over
so she was facing upwards, lying on top of Ken, who was still face down. She
reached back and snaked her arms over his shoulders then under his arms while
winding her legs around his in a reverse grapevine. Spreading her supple but
powerful gymnast legs and pulling his obviously less muscular legs along, she
tightened her abs, doing a sort of crunch. Since she had his arms captured,
the effect of the crunch was to painfully arch his back as she curled forward.
It was a devastating hold. At this point, with Jill's energy level running so
high and Ken so exhausted from the pain he had been put through, her strength
level was so much and he could offer no resistance. She spread his legs until
his crotch burned and as she continued her crunches he thought she'd break his
back. "This is a pretty good ab workout," she mocked. "Too bad you can't offer
more resistance. That would make these crunches even harder. But you are so
pathetically weak compared to me that this will have to do."

"Please stop, you're hurting me," he pleaded.

"Like I said, if there was more resistance, I'd only have to do maybe thirty
of these, but since you're not offering me any, I'm gonna go to a hundred or
so."

"Noooo, pleasssse." His pleading fell on deaf ears. Jill's crunches seemed to
get tighter as she went on, and Kenny's pleads became quiet moans. Finally she
stopped, releasing her dual holds on his appendages, and sat up on his back,
facing his feet. She glanced over at Sam with a glazed, lustful look. Her eyes
widened as she saw a huge wet spot on his underwear, and an obvious erection
inside of them.

"Sammy, did you start without me?" she giggled.

"No, I didn't even touch myself. It just happened. You are so hot, so amazing.
You never dominated anyone this much during the wrestling season. And I know
Kenny is better than some of those guys that you wrestled."

"Well, he really set me off when he called you a pussy, and then called me a
bitch. Obviously, he needed to have his outlook on life adjusted. Plus, I like
having no rules." She got off of Kenny and stood there staring at Sam. "I hope
I'm sexy enough to get you going some more later. But I guess I'll just have
to work on Kenny here a little more to give you some time to recover." Jill
moved to where she was standing over Ken, straddling his head, looking down at
his prone body. She bent down and grabbed him under his armpits, lifting him
to his feet, and then falling backwards she threw him over her in a sort of
suplex type move. Poor Kenny landed with a thud on his back. Quick as
lightning, before he could recover, she turned and grabbed his underwear,
ripping them clean off. In spite of his thoroughly beaten state, he had a
raging hardon.

"I think I'll make use of that, but not inside of me. No way this asshole is
going to get any pleasure out of this." She positioned herself on him,
grapevining his legs yet again, but this time in the more typical way.
Grabbing both his arms, she crossed them over his chest. He tried to stop her,
but she was much too strong for him. She transferred the hold to one hand, and
she used the other to spread her pussy lips as she positioned herself over his
dick, not to insert, but to rub against. Now she was ready for some further
pleasure at his expense.

As she smiled down at Ken, she suddenly, explosively pushed her legs into a
split, something she had been able to do since she was a little girl,
something he had never done before this moment. His eyes filled with tears as
his legs felt like they were going to be torn right out of their sockets. Jill
pressed down on his arms as she played with her breasts with her free hand and
slid up and down along his shaft, dry humping him. Lucky for him it wasn't
that dry. She was so turned on at this point that her pussy was providing lots
of lubricant, otherwise she probably would have peeled the skin right off his
dick. She came several times before letting up.

In spite of all his pain and humiliation, Kenny was still hard as a rock. With
a little girly, sing-song voice, Jill asked, "Does the little boy need some
release? Does the little boy want to cum?" He nodded his head. She got off him
and kneeled between his legs. Kenny's member started to twitch in
anticipation. "Do you want to be sucked off, a nice blow job?" His eyes
widened. She spread his legs. Suddenly, she pushed forward on his legs,
folding him in half. With brute strength that seemed almost on a par with her
much bigger girlfriends, (probably from her heightened state of arousal), she
kept pushing and pushing. She finally had him bent far enough. She grabbed his
throbbing dick and shoved it into his mouth. Then she pinned his arms down on
either side of his head and started to push down on his folded body, then
release, then again and again, causing his dick to go in some then out some
until he shot a huge load into his own mouth.

Laughing out loud, Jill let go and walked towards Sam. He appeared very
frightened. "Don't worry, baby, I'd never hurt you."

"You were so brutal towards him."

"I told you why. No girl wants to be called a bitch. And to call you a pussy
because I can beat you demeans you and also it belittles the notion that a
girl can be stronger and more athletic than a guy. When he said that I just
about exploded inside, so I decided to explode on him. But right now I want
your dick inside me." She reached out with a hand to help him up. As he took
hold of her hand, she yanked hard. He not only flew to his feet, he became
airborne. She caught him with her arms around his chest, and gave him a big
wet kiss. Holding him with his feet still off the floor, she carried him over
and set him down on top of Kenny's beaten up, bruised body, laying Sam
crossways on Ken. She mounted Sam and intertwined legs with him, but not to
grapevine or hurt him, but just for leverage. Placing on hand on Kenny's face
and the other down on his dick, she started pumping up and down on Sam. Kenny
tried to remove her hand from his face but to no avail. Finally, they both
came hard, Jill pounding away at Sam, and of course Kenny underneath, as two
people on top of him reached the heights of pleasure and all he felt was pain,
her hand squeezing his dick in one final humiliation. After they came down
from their orgasmic high, Jill in another display of just who was in charge,
rolled the two of them off of Kenny and lay next to him with Sam on top,
kissing and cuddling.

"You got anything left, loverboy?"

"Only because you turn me on so much could I have something left." It was
Sam's turn to pump up and down and to be in charge and Jill let him. She had
no problem with this. Sam was a modern, enlightened guy and she harbored no
resentments toward him and felt no need to prove anything to him. They both
had another very nice coupling, then Sam lay down next to her. She put her
head on his chest, fondling his still hard, glistening member.

Kenny had sat up and was looking over at the pair. Jill spoke. "Look at what
you could have if you had the right attitude. Girls like me can give you to a
more awesome sexual experience than you could ever imagine or we can fuck you
up if you have the wrong attitude. Tonight, Sam, as always, had the right
attitude. You didn't. Have you learned your lesson?" He nodded. "You sit there
and watch." Jill rolled Sam over on his back and spread his legs, then kneeled
between them. She started rubbing her breasts on his dick, then licking it
then back to the breast rubbing again. After keeping this up for ten minutes,
back and forth, she took him in her mouth and caused him to have such a
powerful orgasm that he passed out. She got back to her knees and looked back
at Kenny. "I can make a guy pass out from pleasure or pain. Which would you
prefer? Don't answer, that was a rhetorical question. Can you walk?" He
nodded. "Then get dressed and leave."

Kenny did as told. Jill lay down next to Sam and again putting her head on his
chest, and cuddled him as Kenny left. So at the end of this most amazing day,
when Jill's two best friends, Pam and Tamara had become state wrestling
champions and had turned a page in their lives, Pam coming to terms with her
anger over her father's abuse and Tamara learning to control her overwhelming
strength during her sexual frenzies, Jill had also started on a new journey.
She had found out that, unlike her friends, she actually really liked
rearranging the attitudes of guys who needed it, and in the most physical and
sexual way possible. What's next, she thought.