Who's The Teacher?
(no, not a reboot of an 80's sitcom with Tony Danza)
by: Rebecca Lawe
Mia had been doing little grappling “camps” for women since returning from the summer adventure. Her sophomore season of wrestling at college hadn't gone as planned. She suffered a shoulder injury that just wouldn't go away. She pained through it all season. She even wore a brace and slept with her arm tied down. Tough girl. After a rest, she returned to try and make it through the qualifiers to go to Nationals. It was agony and worse she made it to 4th place, missing out on the 3rd qualifying spot based on tiebreaker points. After that, she rehabbed and lost about ten pounds of weight. Finally, the shoulder was good – and she found out that Airrosti treatments are another word for torture – next she worked on regaining the ten pounds as muscle. In the end, she was still 132 pounds but felt thicker and stronger.
Since she missed nationals she amused herself with a new endeavor. Beach Wrestling. No, really it's a thing. A seven-meter circle is put in the sand and the two wrestlers enter. You get one point for a takedown or if you push the other person out of the circle. First to three points wins. It's fast and quick. Mia loved it. It was like Karate Kid for grappling. She loved to shoot and this was basically shoot practice. It was fun and she got to spend time at the beach.
Then to her surprise, Mia found she was really good at it. Her single leg takedown was her go-to college wrestling move and it worked just as well out here. The competitors seemed more focused on upper body power and her speed moved her through the rounds. She had always worked on her balance, and she seemed able to adjust and force the other body to be the one going down. Soon, she won the regional competition getting herself a free trip to North Carolina for the US Nationals. She was going to Nationals after all she giggled to her friends. She worked on her moves and refined her techniques and by the time she hit the sand by the Atlantic Ocean, she felt good. Her reshaped body fit the 60-kilo class well allowing her to hold up against the women trying to just power through. Then she could use her wrestling training taught to her by her dad the high school coach since she was five years old. In the end, she was the US National Beach Wrestling Champion in the 60-kilo women's competition.
Mia was elated. As National Champion, she got to compete in international competitions in other countries! What a treat to take what had started as a little diversion into this opportunity. She traveled with the rest of the team to Greece and Turkey. At the International level, Mia was a rookie compared to people who had been doing this for years. She was game and won some matches and finished in fifth place overall. She didn't score a point on any of the top four placers, however, showing her the difference between her skills and world-class skill levels. They were power and balance and speed at a still higher level she knew she needed to get to. She had enjoyed it all greatly and wanted to defend her US title again next year.
She told this to her coaches back at college when she returned from Europe and they were supportive. Training was set up. Mia also began teaching a grappling course at a fitness center near the campus. The girl was happy that a course being taught by the US National Beach Wrestling Champion got a good deal of notice. Maybe being an attractive, blonde 20-year-old girl helped also. The class was filled and people had to be turned away. Mia went through tough, sweaty training sessions giving women the basics of wrestling and at times turning it towards self-defense as well. It was fun and exciting for her to plan the courses and lead the women through energetic and aggressive sessions. She made sure to give them things to look forward to like sparring and competitions. The one that stood out through all of this was Joyce. Well, Joyce stood out in every way.
Joyce was nearing an age she'd rather not talk about. Not that her body showed it. In fact, her large chest still stood out so proudly that she knew it was the envy of even the 20 year olds. She was used to gaining attention with her looks. She had red hair that varied in intensity based on her mood. Her green eyes were bright and stood out so much that people commented to her daily on how lovely her eyes were. Joyce was proud of her skin and tone but most people only noticed her chest. It was large. It was larger than large. Yet, she could go braless and it stood out perfectly. Her only concern was how prominent her nipples would become against whatever outfit she wore. Her tiny waist made the chest look even more. Add in the wide hips and butt and she had an hourglass that made hourglasses envious. Her legs were toned and quite thick and this was another source of pride for her.
But most people only noticed her rack. She was used to it. She was used to the jealousy also. She responded to it usually. Played it up and egged them on. She welcomed the fights. Well, she used to anyway. In fact, Joyce was one of the most well known catfighters around. Among people who knew catfighters anyway. What the catfighters knew was don't piss Joyce off. Or you'd end up sliced by her fingernails, hell even by her toenails. Crushed by her chest. One of her favorite things to do had been to have an opponent already out of it and use her giant chest to smash and slap them with. She felt it showed a level of control to use your boobies as a weapon they could not stop.
There was many a movie out there in porn land showing Joyce wiping out some babe. She was clinical about it. She enjoyed it. She knew it said something about her, but oh yes it turned her on terribly to hear the babe scream and to give. So she made them give way more than once. By the end of most of her matches, the woman was pleading and begging to do anything Joyce wished as long as she stopped. So Joyce had a number of, well let's just call them followers. Women mostly but some men also. They were hers and did as she told.
After a while, the lifestyle of a domme tired Joyce. There was always some other domme who wanted their fighter back after Joyce had torn them down and made her theirs. There was always some beef to be aware of and some challenge to prepare for. Joyce was proud that she always came out ahead in these competitions but it just seemed a life of constant crisis and emergency.
So she backed off of the fighting. Joyce moved to the nice college town and settled in. She still worked her body and kept it fit. In fact, without the fights, she was in better shape now. Now her attention was on her shape and fitness and not on recovering from the last claw fest. She had always been naturally strong. She had good genes, her granddad was a famous strongman in his day. Maybe she had gramp's DNA in her. She enjoyed pushing her muscles and body and searched for more.
When she saw the notice about the grappling class she was intrigued. While she may have been a celebrated fighter it was not like she used much grappling. She was more a slasher and puncher. And kicker and stomper. Hair puller and boob buster. Titfighter and footfighter. Well anyway. It might be a kick to learn some honest-to-goodness moves.
She loved the class and was hooked. The young, blonde girl was a delight. Her energy and obvious love of the topic was easy to see. And she was pretty damn hot also. More an athlete hot than centerfold hot. But hot. She found herself looking forward to the next class. She excelled at it also. Joyce was so used to using her body and pushing it that this was second nature to her. She found that she picked up the moves quickly. It was like her body was able to see and move through something once and then remember it and copy it later. It was like photographic memory but of her body. It thrilled Joyce and she tested it out at home with dance moves. Watching a dance she'd try to copy it. Like a game, she could do more and more moves and get through even complicated move sequences in no time. Well, who knew! Joyce was astounded and wanted to thank the girl for opening up this new ability to her.
Mia had noticed Joyce in the class of course. I mean she was impossible to miss. She walked in looking like some bombshell centerfold and then outworked everyone there. Pinned everyone there. Made every move look easy. She was a natural. And wow. People would look at her and think this was someone they could take down missing the fitness behind the giant boobs. Mia was not fooled by her looks and could see the tremendous amounts of fitness there but the things she did still surprised her. She seemed able to hold down even larger opponents.
It was the second class that week. Right before they went to some free grappling Mia addressed the group. “OK, remember that you have to keep your attention to multiple body parts at once. You have to plan your attack but not be so focused on it that you miss the opponent's attack.” The women were in their groups practicing moves as she walked around and she tapped Joyce on the shoulder for her to rise. “A little misdirection never hurts either.” She gripped Joyce like a typical underhook lockup. Then she rammed her chest into hers and gasped as she had actually forgotten what body she was ramming into. Good lord what a build! Mia forced herself to focus and finish the move. “Use one part of your body to hide what the other part is doing,” she told the class. Her lips were so close to Joyce's now and she paused and for a second there was this stare. Even though her chest was practically nonexistent compared to the bombshell she pressed against, Mia arched and pushed her chest up and under lifting the giant chest. Then she pushed. Joyce had honestly not even felt that her leg had been coiled and that Mia had her foot behind her ankle until the girl pushed. She pushed with her chest which Joyce felt a need to respond to. But, as she tried her leg lifted and she suddenly had no base and the push to the chest was now a full block and she thudded to the mat hard enough for it to echo.
The class oohed at the quickness of the takedown. Mia bent down and paused there just to show Joyce the position she had, then put her hand out and hauled the curvy woman back up. That her first priority was to make sure she was OK made Joyce blush. She didn't really hear all of Mia's explanation of the move and the purpose of body misdirection. She was too busy thinking about when was the last time she had ever blushed. She honestly could not recall.
She snapped to attention when Mia turned to her and said, “OK, now you try.” Joyce nodded and shrugged her shoulders and prepared herself. It was hard to tell if her movements looked like a wrestler or more like a dancer doing a lap dance as she sidled in. Her arms gripped at the girl's shoulder and elbow as her chest dragged ever so slowly down. They got under the hot young wrestler's chest. She lifted as her leg copied the move she had felt done to her a minute before. To the class it looked like the woman's giant chest LIFTED the wrestler on it and tossed her down with a thud. The oohs were audible.
Mia's eyes were sort of wide as she had to work to keep the gasp out of her voice. “Well done. OK Pair up and get to it.” She managed to roll up without making a wince to show how out of control she had landed. What the rest of the class did not see was how Joyce had winked and licked Mia's lip right before her leg pulled and chest lifted. Mia took a minute to take a sip of water and towel off and make sure her nipples weren't too prominent in her singlet before going around the room and checking on her charges. With Joyce in the room, Mia thought maybe she was going to need one of those nipple guard shields under her suit to hide any excited reactions. Wow.
She watched the matches, gave encouragement and pointers. Corrected form. When she got to Joyce she paused. She was mounted in a north-south position over this young girl. Mia could not help but admire the perfect form and power of her position over the young and fit body. With that build in an inverted position, she was also smothering the hell out of the girl. The girl's legs were kicking but her head remained glued under Joyce's body. She was tapping at her back but Joyce seemed reluctant to move. Mia reached in to tap Joyce's shoulder and ease her off the girl. The gasp of air was audible when Joyce finally peeled off. The girl was visibly upset and Mia sent her to get a drink and clear her head as she put it. She started to leave to make sure she was OK when Joyce caught her arm at the forearm. “If you can get her to come back for more, she will win the next few falls,” the redhead said. Mia nodded in thanks.
After class, Mia was putting things away when Joyce came up to her. “I was wondering if I could meet you sometime for some,” she paused and her eyes wandered like she was searching for the right word, private lessons. I am holding back against the girls here, and I wanted to feel what some all out falls felt like.”
Mia stared at that body and nodded, believing her when she had said she had been holding back. She crossed her arms hoping it covered her chest growing excited. “I can understand that. I think I can arrange something for the mats here after hours. I will let you know.”
Joyce smiled and made an obvious peak down at the girl's chest. “Awesome, I look forward to it.”
Mia worked her schedule and arranged to have the keys to the fitness center so they could set up to have the mats available late Sunday Night. She texted Joyce to see if that was a good time. Joyce seemed enthusiastic and said she would be there.
Sunday night Mia got to the gym ahead of time and set the room up. The rest of the place was dark and it was odd being in here when it was like that. Sort of spooky. Sort of hot. The mats set, she went to the locker room and changed. She told herself to stop being silly but she made sure her hair was just right and that she looked good. She had picked the tight blue bikini the Beach Wrestling people had given her. It showed her off well and said, US CHAMP across it in white and red letters. Satisfied with how it all looked, she went back to the mats.
And Joyce was already there. Her purse and... clothes were in a pile off to the side and the bombshell was standing there in a black bikini. Mia swallowed wow. Even as much of her body as she had seen in the gym, this was next level. Joyce had her back to her so Mia crept up quietly and grabbed the beauty. Ducking under she pulled and maneuvered her body up over her shoulders and squatted her into the air. The shocked cry was music to her ears as Mia lowered her butt to the floor in perfect form and squatted her back up. She started doing reps with the woman's weight as she called out. “How much are you weighing here Joyce.”
Joyce composed herself as she mentally counted the number of reps. Wow, the young college girl was a pistol. A smoking hot pistol. “I weigh 127 pounds, my dear,” she answered. She managed to stay composed even as Mia's grip on her inner thigh was brushing her in an obvious non-accidental way.
Mia giggled. She did enough deep reps to take the time to rub at the hot woman some but not so many that she started to shake and struggle and ruin the effect. Then she rolled her shoulders quickly trying to make Joyce worry just a touch before she plopped nimbly to her feet. It was quite a treat to watch how her body wiggled and moved in the tiny suit. “You look amazing, Joyce. Is that for me?” she asked as she pointed at the suit. Or the body. Maybe she was pointing at both.
Joyce modeled and posed the suit. “Well I am, not the only one who seemed to take this private match as a chance to show off some,” and her fingers reached to the edge of the girl's skin-tight suit and tugged to make it snap at her side.
Mia tensed and flexed and her abs showed under the suit as she smiled and nodded. “Touche. Well, is there anything you wanted to practice or just a general spar?” She was shifting from her left foot to her right foot. Mia realized she was psyching herself up like this was one of her matches.
“Spar,” Joyce replied. “And then if I have any questions we can go over the moves later.” Her eyes traveled over the girl and she licked her lips. She wasn't a cover girl but her look was so athletic and attractive. Joyce was having trouble recalling when she wanted someone more.
Mia nodded and clapped her hands and took her stance. Joyce's stance was such an exact copy it was eerie. They came together like sumo and bashed in and tried to move each other. The lockup was intense and Mia was stunned to feel that she had trouble keeping the lighter Joyce from forcing her back. Mia was used to strong bodies though and adjusted quickly. She angled and twisted and used the woman's power to steer them around the mats. Joyce could feel that she could push the girl back, but then the push would go this way instead of where she wished. Her eyebrows rose and she nodded respect at the girl's skill.
The strain and pushing and feeling out went on for several minutes. If this was a timed match they would have ended a scoreless first period. Mia was stunned. This woman who had been in her class for a couple of months, could hold her to a 0 – 0 period! Her face flashed a bit red and she grunted, wanting to show she was still the teacher. Finally, she got Joyce to rock back from a push and this was her chance. Before the redhead could come forward again, Mia had already lowered down and did her best move. The single leg takedown. Joyce's balance was already too far off to stop it and she was spilled down hard.
Mia spun and twisted wanting to turn this into a quick pin attempt. Again, the bombshell moved with skill and power and kept her at bay. Both combatants were now gasping from the prolonged effort. Mia was thinking as hard as any of her college or Beach matches to get the upper hand on the amazing beauty. The opportunity came when Joyce tried to arch under her. Mia let the arch toss her. Just not where Joyce had wanted as Mia ended up spinning and mounted on the woman in the North/South position. Her arms were locked around and under Joyce's shoulder blades and her legs were spread out for balance. She tensed and pressed down smothering her chest and stomach onto the woman. “I think you are familiar with this one,” Mia called out thrilled to finally have an advantage. So she cranked down on it hard.
Joyce was also thrilled. She was straining and working and trying her best. In the classes, she had easily tossed, pinned, and even crushed all the women down. But the college girl kept her at bay and was making her have to defend to keep up. Joyce dug in harder loving the feeling of it. That she was making the girl work and pant so hard was also turning her on. This was so hot. When the takedown and then pin finally came, even that was exciting. Damn. She had lost. She struggled and held out just to feel it more.
Damn, was she ever going to relent? Mia pressed and slammed into it with her chest almost slamming into the older woman's face. Joyce smiled that the cute girl was thinking she knew how to use her boobs as a weapon. Maybe she had to educate her on that. Just when Mia started to think she was going to have to change positions and try something else, Joyce finally tapped her shoulder and side. Whew! Mia peeled up slowly. Dragging up her body piece by piece to sort of prolong the time on the woman's body. She stood and stared at the downed body. What a rush, Damn, she was good. “You are awesome,” Mia said as she panted and stepped back.
“Not yet, but I am working on it,” Joyce replied as she pulled herself up and checked her suit to put it all back in place. She took a sip of water and nodded. “You are the amazing one, hon. Thanks.” And she walked back out to the center and took her stance.
Damn, she was ready again already? Seems her stamina matched everything else about her. Mia asked if she was sure and Joyce nodded. So she went out to join her and it was on again. As intense as the first go around had been this was even wilder. Both bodies were showing the effects of all the working and straining. The sweat was heavy and both bodies were pumped and shining in the only lighted area of the fitness center.
It was Joyce that struck for the chance. She was able to dart in and dive her shoulder in at Mia's left leg. She was going for Mia's favorite takedown! Mia grunted at the audacity. And also at how accomplished her technique was. It was like she saw it once and now copied it perfectly. Mia had used the single leg for so long, that she had also practiced at length all the counters to it. She had to know the counters to thwart them when they were attempted on her. Joyce was damn strong and Mia was straining for balance and keeping her hips rocked back. Mia saw the bombshell was so intent on the takedown that she was susceptible to the counter. In an all-or-nothing gamble, the blonde girl threw her body over the back of the redheaded beauty. Her arms reached and grabbed at her planted left leg. Her torso pushed at Joyce's back and the back of her neck. If she did this right she should be able to force her head down until Joyce was bent forward. Mia grunted in the wild effort to press the strong woman into this position. Finally, her head lowered and her balance shifted forward.
With a yelp, Joyce felt something bad was coming and tried to kick out. Her weight shifted as the girl pushed and she was nearly laying down on her shoulders now. Mia's legs scissored her left leg and now her arms grabbed the right one. Pushing and then rolling she was able to thump Joyce down onto her shoulders and crank both legs up high in a perfect spladle hold. Only because of the older woman's extreme muscle tone was she not instantly screaming out her submission. She took it without yelling. Only in frustration at having the girl take her not only down, but so spectacularly down. If this was a pinning match she had been pinned many times over as she struggled.
A spladle always looks so comical. Almost like it's not a human body anymore. The legs are way up high in Joyce's case her feet were past her head. Her butt was stuck sort of halfway in the air and the body was on the shoulders with the head held tight by the pressure of the body. It looks like a butt with a head sticking out to peek at it. Mia had trained a great deal at the spladle, since it was a natural counter to her favorite move. But she had never put one on in a match. She was proud to have gotten the hold on someone so talented and cranked it hard. She was frankly stunned Joyce was still holding out to it so she cranked and worked it hard. “Come on!” she yelled out. “Admit this one is pretty good.” Her legs and arms flexed to yank on the trapped legs and get a moan from her captive.
“OK, OK,” Joyce finally conceded and one of her hands flopped and slapped the mat. The pressure reduced but didn't let go. Instead, Mia had shinnied her body around some so that the leg held in the girl's legs was pressed to the ground and the other leg stuck up higher. The blonde had moved so that she could loop one arm over the other trapped leg. Which left her a hand available to tease and rub at Joyce's stretched inner thigh. The hand sort of played there rubbing and patting the extremely toned and stretched muscles leading into the bottom of the black suit. With such a tiny suit it was quite a view.
“What a packed bottom! Am I mistaken or is this suit a lot shiner than it was when we started?” Mia teased as her fingers rubbed around the edges of the suit. She had never done anything like this before but the spirit just moved her and she teased at the gorgeous body she was holding. “Maybe you sort of like this position?” Her fingers danced now and strummed like Joyce's black bottom was a musical instrument. Judging by the noises Joyce started to make maybe it was.
Then Joyce shook her head and grunted, “Oh you little bitch,” as her legs flexed. Her abs tensed and she bucked like a prize bull at the rodeo.
Mia had to clamp down hard not to lose the hold, Crap, she was a strong babe. Her fingers snapped Joyce's bottom like Joyce had done to her before they had started. Then for being called a bitch she thought of something. She put two fingers together and stabbed them straight into the woman's butt with a sharp – POKE! Anyone doing this on the team when her dad was the coach ran so many laps they never tried it again but Mia felt it fitting right now. This got a scream from Joyce as Mia let go and let her legs crash down as she rolled to the side and popped up. She was laughing. “All right, I was just playing. So stubborn, I thought you'd never give.”
Joyce yelped and rolled. It took her a moment to even realize her legs were suddenly free. She poked her fingers into my ass. Damn. Never would have expected that. As she rolled over, she nodded. Laughing. Hmm. As she let her legs recover she grunted. “Amazing hold, teach.” If you looked closely though, you saw that her eyes were narrowed and her expression set and determined. She took only a moment to check if her legs were all right as she took some steps around a circle. Then she nodded to go again.
Mia tsked. “Well if you are getting tired or sore, we can go best three out of five. That way I only have to put you in one more good hold.” She winked and smiled. “You are quite amazing to be so game after a wicked hold like that. I can show you how it works some time, on someone else's legs,” Mia laughed. This time it was the blonde copying the redhead's stance as she moved out to meet her.
Joyce's hands clenched as Mia taunted some. Oh, it was a good thing she added that compliment at the end or she might have really paid for that she thought as she came in she knew this time it was going to be different. Joyce thought she had a feel for how Mia came in to lock up and was ready this time. Mia looked confident and why not. Time to turn it up was now, Joyce thought as they stepped together. Her right arm pushed the wrestler's left arm up making room for a wicked knee into her ribs on that side. Followed by another, even harder. Joyce knew being the domme of that French MMA babe was going to come in handy. She had nearly succumbed to a few of these herself and knew how bad they hurt. She could only imagine how it would scramble your wires if you didn't know it was coming. She almost felt bad.
Mia stepped in thinking about how to vary the attack a little. She knew this awesome babe was a quick study and didn't want to repeat moves. She pushed... and UHHHH jerked back in a world of pain. It exploded into her side so quickly. What did she hit me with? The blonde girl turned to try and protect that spot and move but Joyce tugged and pulled her in for two more quick knees in the exact same spot. Pow. Pow! Mia gasped and cried out and went to a knee. She peered up with her arm cradled over her throbbing side.
Joyce saw the girl moving through the first blows. Such a tough girl. So she pulled her back for two more knee strikes. It was illegal to use your knee in most fighting forms and it was easy to see why when you saw the amount of damage they could do so quickly. After the two more blows, the girl went to a knee with her arm down. She was open to anything Joyce wished to do. So, her mind quickly categorized things in order of damaging to humiliating. She paused just briefly to catch Mia's eyes. “You are an awesome wrestler and teacher, but this is what I am good at.” Her hand reached back and slapped Mia across the face.
Now, I know right about now you are all thinking, so what – a slap. There is a technique to slaps. Joyce might be one the more preeminent experts in a slap. A lot of on the job training and she had learned how to swing, how to cup the hand, how to accelerate into it and really make it pop. She prided herself that she could make someone as groggy with a slap as most boxers could with their fist. It was so demoralizing for the other person to totally wipe them out with a slap. Mia got the full treatment. SLAP! It echoed like a rifle shot just went off in the room. It hit Mia so hard that she stumbled sideways and had to put her hand out to not fall over. Good lord, was that her hand or did she pick something up and hit me with it?
Before her brain could process this, the slap returned the other way in a backhand. WHACK. This time Mia yelped and did tumble over onto the mats hard. Joyce was on her in a flash and straddled her torso. Her knees pressed on Mia's arms leaving her open to back-and-forth slaps. Slap after slap rained down knocking the girl's head around until she whimpered and whined. It was like her brain forgot she could give. So, Joyce kept slapping. She kept digging her knees into the girl's impressive biceps. Mia's face turned red. Deep red. Near purple. Finally, she could take no more and cried out, “STOP! I give! Mercy.” Her legs writhed and kicked the mat as she made moaning noises.
Joyce's hand paused there in a backhand posture. She wasn't going to slap but she enjoyed the look on the girl's face as she saw it. “Give? Well, that's all you had to say.” Joyce quickly climbed off and left Mia there to recover. Her chest was heaving and she briefly thought about what does it say about her that this had made her extremely excited and wet? She had reduced people to tears with slaps, but the girl was made of sterner stuff than that. She was rising and checking on the damage to her body. “Need a minute hon?” Joyce asked as she stepped out knowing how pumped
and sweaty she looked now.
“I got this,” Mia said. Her voice might have been a bit shaky but she took it like a champ. It was her own fault really for not setting up any sort of ground rules. So now she was in more than a grapple, she was in a fight. Just got to adjust. She just hoped she hadn't been pounded so badly that it hampered her with this amazing force. Her eyes traveled up and wow, look at her. Shit. She had a body Mia was training to have. She went in a circle and took in some breaths. “Amazing stuff. So, why did you come to a wrestling class?”
“Trying to buy time, hon?” Joyce laughed admiring the girl even more now. She crouched into a stance and slowly advanced. “I have more fights under my belt than you can possibly imagine, but it's not like I know the holds. It sounded fun. It IS fun. You are great.” As she spoke she stepped slowly to the girl who had reluctantly taken her own stance.
“I don't know,” Mia said as she scooted around. “I can imagine quite a lot.” She hoped that she still had some speed in her legs would surprise the busty wonder as she pushed off the lockup to go around the side of her, her hands furiously groping for purchase. Joyce twisted hard and fast and her chest slammed into the college girl's arm and side. The force of it made her stumble to the side. Did she just swat me away with her boobs? Mia was dumbfounded.
Joyce knew the look. She smirked. “My body confusion might work differently than yours. Remember, my chest can actually lift you up!” she stated proudly as she arched. Mia stopped for only a second to stare at the astounding results of the arch and how the chest did indeed seem to lift upward. Joyce struck in this moment and her hand grabbed out and caught a grip right on the girl's throat. She tightened the grip and snarled at the startles cough and expression. This provided the time for her foot to kick between Mia's legs and right up into her. The thud echoed as Mia's eyes crossed. Joyce repeated it two more times and could feel that the force of these blows lifted the girl to her toes and a bit in the air each time. Now that's a kick, she thought. Mia would have fallen but the grip on her neck held her up. Joyce met gazes with the girl and only then let go and let her fall to her knees.
Mia gasped and coughed and wasn't even sure which part hurt worse. Her throat or her pussy. She settled on one hand gripping each as she arched and shook to try and gather herself. She looked up and Joyce was standing there. Her hands were on her hips. Chest out. Way, way out. Damn, she was hot.
Mia put her hands up but Joyce slapped them away and pushed on her shoulders and took her down with a quick thud to the mat. The bombshell straddled and sat on the blonde girl's stomach. Her hands went under the blue bikini top and pushed it up, exposing the young chest. The top went up around Mia's neck and Joyce tugged it in her left hand. She held it tight enough to keep the girl controlled, but not enough to make her pass out of anything. And then with her right hand, she clamped a grip on the girl's excited-looking left nipple. This was not a friendly grip.
Mia howled. It reverberated off the empty gym walls and echoed back and forth. This was not a pain she had ever felt before. And she had felt a lot of pains. Her shoulder had been so bad that she had slept with her arm tied at her side so she wouldn't roll on it, but this was worse in terms of sheer pain. She wailed and rocked back and forth. Her legs scrabbled and tried to peel up and kick her knees into the hot woman's back. Her hips bucked wildly. Her one hand tugged for the top choking her already aching throat. The other hand was swinging at Joyce's chest to try and slice across it. Anything to make her move. Mia had never experienced desperation like this in a fight before. This was new.
Joyce grunted as the knees hit her and her back fell in towards the girl. She responded by swinging her shoulders and smashing the girl's face to the side with her chest. She also yanked the top tightly in her grip and mmed a bit at how it made the girl gurgle. She added a claw to the nipple and hissed. “Hit me again and you lose the nipple!” She made a fist on the chest and nipple with her fingers and nails and dug in. The nipple stuck out from the clenched fist, purple and throbbing. Joyce pulled left and right like it was some insane taffy pull. The hand punched in then yanked out. The grip was an iron-tight claw hold.
Mia could no longer hold it back and screamed. Her body spasmed and she had thought the pain before was bad. It already felt like she was already losing the nipple. Her arm tried to cup over the lowered head and see if she could turn or roll the woman off of her. Joyce started to slam her hips and butt into her stomach over and over as she worked her head back up, stopping that thought. And the pain rose to new levels. Her eyes watered, or perhaps she was crying. Is there a difference? And her own top was being used to choke her out and make her head fuzzy and unable to think. It was a nightmare.
Joyce had figured a couple of seconds of this hold and the girl would quickly surrender. It somehow pissed her off that she was still struggling. She let go of the hand on the top and punched it across her temple. “Just give you dumb bitch,” she yelled into Mia's ear.
Mia gasped air in as her neck was finally free. But now her head slammed sideways. UHHHH Her eyes rolled back some and things started to sound far off and sort of tinny in her ears. She knew she was in trouble. Then the words registered in her ears. Oh yeah. “I give, I give, good lord I give,” she wailed out a fast string of words. Her hands flopped down the one trying to cradle her screaming chest. But otherwise, she made no movement to try and get away.
Joyce paused. She almost considered going on just because the girl had not given up earlier. It pissed her off. Did the girl think that if she did give, I wouldn't stop anyway? That's not the sort of fight we were having, but it might be if she kept this shit up. Joyce did let go and roll off to the side. She stood and wiped herself with a towel and then gave it to Mia. “Come on teach, when you are in such a bad spot, you just concede. Do they not do that in your game?” she said with a bit of a smirk. And then she thought, well actually I don't think you can submit in an amateur wrestling match. She'd never heard of it anyway. Maybe the idea has been so drilled in the girl that you just kept working until the ref told you to stop. Slowly, her chest stopped heaving so hard. She tried to check on the girl, but she shrugged her shoulders to keep her away. No biggie she had been there herself.
Mia gasped. She could feel the heartbeat hammering in her ears and the pains all over. It was her chest that was the worst though. She cradled it like it was a newborn baby and tried to rise. Her legs didn't work right the first few times. Oh, this was indeed a new game with a world-class opponent. She had to remember it was OK to submit and move on. Right now, she wasn't sure if she could move on. Finally, she rose to her feet, her hands still over the red and angry-looking chest, and saw Joyce standing there.
Joyce had the girl's top. “I think mine are more the champ anyway, don't you think?” she said with an evil smirk as she held the bikini top up against her chest. “I think it's a dozen or so sizes too small, but maybe it will make a good trophy. Her hips cocked and she stared over the girl. “You are a great wrestler and I have learned a lot from you. But this is my game now and you are done. You can kiss my foot and that's the end. Or else we do that final fall and break the 2 – 2 tie.” As she spoke her eyes got harder and she let the girl know she was serious. Her left foot stuck out, the toes wiggling. There was a choice here, kiss it or game on.
Mia stared at the redhead. She still looked so hot and fresh. Like this wildness only invigorated her. After all this damage it took Mia a second to realize what Joyce was saying. Damn, yeah it is technically only 2 – 2 in submissions. This only feels like 15 submissions. She took a look at her chest and she swore she could see it throbbing and pulsing. Then her gaze peered down and she looked at the offered foot. Her body shook and it was clear she was torn. She stepped forward, bending a bit to make it look like she might be going down. Then, her foot swung and kicked up right between Joyce's legs!
Joyce's eyes bugged out. She had been sure the fight had gone out of the girl. She had seen it in her eyes. She had checked out. Apparently not, she realized as the foot crashed in with a high level of force. Her head jerked forward as she bent over. “No,” she cried out in disbelief.
Mia stumbled in and snagged the lowered head. She tucked it in her grip as she turned and let herself fall. Falling was easy in this condition. Even tired and hurt like never before this should still hit hard she thought. Gravity is still gravity. Joyce's head yanked down with Mia as she fell and her head spiked off the mat. The way Mia was holding her head, it was her face she was aiming down. Joyce's experience and strength allowed her to angle her neck so it was her forehead that took the smash down. It still rocked her and she groaned crawling up to her hands and knees. Damn, the girl was double tough.
The time Joyce took to rise allowed Mia to drag herself over her back and knock the woman back down to her chest. She tugged her arms up over her knees and her hands took Joyce's chin and pulled it back in a tight camel clutch. Mia's body was moving on autopilot but the hold was still executed perfectly. Her legs held tight to her body and her butt smashed down to hold tight. Her hands jerked back and stretched the head back and arched the back. Her arms were securely held and of no help. Joyce grunted and strained. She tried to just lift her butt and see if the wrestler was weakened too much to hold her down.
Mia's response was to slide her hands up into Joyce's mouth. She yanked back even harder while also stretching the woman's cheeks out painfully wide on both sides. A fishhook? Joyce was surprised the girl even knew such a modification to the hold as she cried out. Her hips still tried to ride side to side or push up and force her way out. But one thing the amateur wrestling champion knew how to do was ride a body and stay with it as it moved. It was like Joyce's back was the saddle as Mia rode her struggles. When Joyce pushed up, it gave Mia the chance to slam her back down. Her arms quivered in exhaustion and the effort to crank her back harder and harder. “Give it up,” she hissed through clenched teeth.
Joyce was impressed. The girl worked it hard and her pussy still hurt from the kick. She was a hell of a fighter. If this was a life and death fight she thought she could find a way. Find something nasty she could do to get out. But right now as her boobs lifted higher and higher off the mat and her back complained and creaked in pain she thought it was fitting to reward the teacher. “OK, OK I give. You got me.” The words were distorted by her lips being yanked so wide apart. She groaned and waited to see if Mia worked it harder and made her beg or if she had been softened too much earlier by the fight moves.
Mia yanked back wanting to see if she could tug her back higher. The visualization in her head was making the woman's head yank all the way back to her butt. When Joyce gave she was surprised. She hadn't figured this would happen. She paused and held there. Then she arched on her hips and pushed the head forward slamming it down to the mat one more time. She held it there and rubbed it into the mat and she pushed off of it and dropped to the side. Gasp. Well shit. Wow.
Joyce felt the direction change and SHIT!! The lights exploded in her vision and her head swam for a second. That was a big slam there. Ooh. She blinked and shook her head and when she raised it the girl was still lying there. Her topless body gasped for air, one side of the chest looking so red and welted. “Got to hand it to you. I thought you were done. Got me there. Impressive, teach,” she said with a sincere smile. She was as impressed as if Mia was her own daughter. But the stirring inside was hot and lusting in a totally different way.
Vi looked up and shook her head. How can she switch from trying to kill me to complimenting me a minute later? “Well, your style is sure hard to deal with. I think the winner is going to look a lot worse for wear this time.” Her head conked back and she concentrated on all the aching and hurt spots. Oh, the chest didn't hurt as much as it burned. Mia thought about how do you even treat such a thing. She felt Joyce down at her legs as they lifted. “Wait, hey what the hell?”
Joyce lifted the legs and peeled down the bottom of the suit so the girl was naked. “That hold you had there was the hottest thing I ever saw. The only bad part was that I was the one in it,” Joyce chuckled as she pushed Mia's protesting legs up high. She also tugged inside at the thighs to widen the legs apart. This opened the girl up for her to go to work. “I think you need to be rewarded.” Joyce leaned her face in, sniffed, and licked. Her chin moved to open the lips and gain entry inside and lick in with ferocity.
Mia's legs wiggled, but Joyce was able to put her legs up high – and then apart – pretty easily. Mia tried to arch her head up as she thought no no, she's mad at losing and is going to.... Ohh. That was not what she thought was going to happen. Mia gasped and her hips arched. Oh, it was so good. How can it be so good? How can agony in every part of my body turn to this good in a flash? Mia's hips arched and thrust at the sensation and she wasn't even sure if her brain consciously told them to do that.
Joyce mmed as she felt the girl's reaction. Her hands were holding the legs apart and high up. So she had to use her chin and lips to open up the flower and go inside. Joyce lifted her head to look at the pretty athlete. “As good as I fight, I think I am better at this. Don't you agree?” She licked and slurped her way inside. She maneuvered her hips around and managed to get the blonde's one leg held by her body. Her hand still held the other one. This left her one hand to assist inside. “Am I doing the hold right, teach?” she teased the girl as her fingers found the G spot and rubbed. Her lips started on a pulsing sucking that caused near screams from Mia.
“Oh wait, a hold?” Mia arched her abs complaining as she lifted her head and then OHH she forgot about it. She thought she was going to agree with Joyce that she was an artist at this. She normally had a very shy clitoris. Only Mia herself had ever been the one to retrieve it and work it when she rubbed herself. No lover had been able to expose it from its hiding spot. But the redhead bombshell found it in seconds and coaxed it out to play in a way Mia could not even understand. She just knew it was there and throbbing and pulsing. She cooed and moaned and when her hands rubbed on herself she yelped as she forgot and rubbed her torn up tit. It soon faded as she writhed and arched in bliss.
Joyce could feel she was close and smiled. Maybe I should have attacked her this way instead of the fighting. Chuckling at the thought, Joyce lightly nibbled and grazed the swollen clit with her teeth. Mia moaned, lifted her hips hard, and came with surprising force. The cum splashed out onto the redhead. “Mmm, Wow teach.” Joyce wanted to see how much would cum out so she leaned back in and stroked her G spot as she nibbled and surrounded the clit in her teeth. Mia came in waves over and over. Was it one long cum or a string of multiple cums? Hard to tell.
Mia had never cum like this. No one had ever done this to her. And the bombshell did it in what felt like mere seconds. OHH. Her spasms reached new heights and then she collapsed back down panting. Her body heaved up and down as she shook her head wondering if she had blacked out from cumming too hard.
Joyce giggled. “That was your reward for winning, teach,” the redhead said. Then with a wicked grin, she edged her butt in closer. “And here I will even reward you with this.” As the girl was still gasping for air, Joyce slid her foot over the pretty face and pushed a toe to her lips. With skill, the toe rubbed the lip contour and when Mia started to say something to object, the toes descended and pushed in. Not a toe or even some of them. All of them. The whole foot pushed into the girl's lips. It made the cheeks bulge out horribly. Mia thrashed and jerked but this only made the toe pressure worse as Joyce flexed her leg and pressed in tight. Her other foot reached around and went in the back of her neck, cradling her head. This way she could pull the head back in to her other foot and keep the pressure level extremely high. “You are welcome, Miss,” Joyce teased. She was not sure why she tormented the girl this way, but the memory of her cheeks being fishhooked and pulled wide came back to her and her calf bulged and pushed in deeper. “ I haven't lost a match in a long time, I am so impressed. I better take some more classes.” Joyce grunted now as she rested on her hands behind her and her legs worked.
Mia was riding the bliss train and slowly calming down. Then, ACK! She might have licked a toe, rubbed some feet willingly. That might have been hot. But this was definitely not hot. Her eyes bulged and her hands grabbed the legs. It made her feel the incredible tone and size there as she struggled with the foot. She gagged and coughed and soon her struggles died out. This was beyond humiliating. She didn't even use her hands. Her feet could incapacitate her in seconds. She tapped the leg indicating surrender. How could she be so good at everything?
Joyce was on fire. The girl was truly hers now. She rolled up and could see what looked like some tears there. She knew what it was like to be rendered to that level of helpless. But she couldn't help herself and had one more move yet. Joyce rose her hips up enough to remove her bottom and slide up onto the unresisting girl. “Maybe we should wash your mouth out now from that taste.” She dragged her body up onto Mia and promptly pressed into a full face sit. Mia's arms were inside and held by Joyce's legs. She pressed in on the sides as the bottom sat with tremendous force. She rocked and ground firmly into it. Her well-placed knees kept the girl's head still as she worked it hard. “Oh, so hot this will take only a second.” She rode it wild and hard.
Mia groaned and whimpered. On the verge of tears as the gorgeous MILF rode her like a toy. She tugged her hair and yanked. All she needed to do was cry out yeehaa for Christ's sake. UHHH Mia could not even move her hands to grab at her butt or even tap. All her hands did was act like pawing and fondling to turn Joyce on more. So Mia did the only thing she could think of. She finally managed to wiggle a hand enough to reach and fondle the woman's bottom. A finger slid around the shape of it and then prodded inside.
Joyce let out a surprised OOOOOOOOH and peeked back. She rocked hard into Mia's face and spasmed in a hard convulsing cum. It rumbled through her and painted the girl's face with wetness. It lasted long as she rocked and spasmed as Mia wiggled a finger into her ass. Joyce cried out and shook and arched and reacted over and over. After a long row of cums, she managed to jerk herself off sideways and remove the finger as she flopped to the side. Gasping she stared, “Well, you are just full of surprises. Every time I think you are helpless, you have more to give. I think I love you, little girl,” the
redhead said with a laugh.
Joyce rolled Mia over on her back and posed over her. Her body was flush and sweaty. Mia's body was sweaty and bruised and in pain. Joyce paused there just to let Mia know that if she wished to, there was not much Mia could have done to stop her at this point. Mia raised her head up and moaned. She nodded, acknowledging that she was helpless. “You are expert at everything. You are some sort of damn goddess,” she said as her body had not felt this worked over in her life. And she had worked out and wrestled since she was small.
Joyce smiled even wider. “Goddess huh?” She arched her body and her chest stuck out even farther and her body tensed noticeably. “Well, this goddess just wants one little favor, Miss Teacher.” She chuckled at Mia's scared reaction that this might mean some more rounds. No more rounds tonight if I get to meet your sister.”
“My sister?”
Joyce's smile was wide but devilish.
