Christa has Double Trouble
By Earth Angel

Tony and I were out one night at a little nightclub in downtown L.A. when I ran into the biggest challenge of my wrestling career. I had gone to the ladies room and left Tony alone at a booth in the back. When I returned, I heard giggles as I rounded the corner of the booth. I wasn’t surprised to see that Tony had company – the man is 6’4” of muscle with black hair, green eyes and dimples. I was a little surprised to see that on this particular evening he had attracted two admirers.

At first glance they might have been twins. They sat on either side of Tony, dressed identically in skimpy green tops that showed a lot of cleavage – their double D’s were fake mountains on their petite frames. They were both blonde and petite, with little upturned noses and wide smiles. Each one was stroking one of Tony’s massive biceps and giggling when he made the powerful muscle jump beneath their fingers. I stood by the table and coughed discreetly. Tony gave me an amused looked and smiled. The blondes looked up at me with hatred in their eyes.

“My girlfriend is back so I’ll say goodbye to you ladies,” Tony said cheerfully. Close up, I could see that the blondes were not really twins, but they had probably been to the same plastic surgeon. One had blue eyes and a wide forehead, while the other was brown-eyed with a more oval face. They looked at each other, then looked at me and snickered.

“Oh Gwen, I don’t think I want to say goodbye to Tony, do you?” asked the blue-eyed girl.

“Oh, no Carrie,” the brown-eyed girl agreed. “I think we want to see goodbye to his fat-assed girlfriend.” They looked up at me and smiled. “Take a walk lardo, unless you want a taste of double trouble,” Carrie cooed.

“I think I can handle more than a taste,” I shot back. “In fact I think I can devour double trouble whole.”

The one named Gwen started to stand, but Carrie gave her a quelling look. Carrie looked me up and down coolly. “We live right across the street. Let’s go to our apartment and settle this like real women.” At that they both stood and headed for the front of the bar.

Tony slid out of the booth and lifted my chin up so that I was looking in his eyes. “You sure you want to do this babe? Two against one?”

I nodded vehemently. I was furious at their attitude, but each girl was only 5’1” or so and couldn’t have weighed more than 110 pounds. As long as I could keep them apart, I would be fine.

We followed Gwen and Carrie across the street to what looked like a big warehouse. We entered through a small side door, and when they turned on the lights, I really was surprised. They had a full-size regulation ring. I suspected that this was how these girls got their jollies – challenging unsuspecting women to fight them on their own turf and double-teaming them into submission. I was determined that they would be the ones submitting tonight!

We stripped down to bra and panties, watching each other warily. They wore green lace bras with matching thongs, I was in black lace with a black lace bikini. They flipped themselves into the ring with some kind of a gymnastics maneuver and I realized that they would try high-flying tactics to wear me down. I slipped guardedly into the ring.

Tony rang the bell and Carrie immediately launched herself at me with a dropkick. I turned away slightly so she caught me on my shoulder instead of full on, but it was enough to knock me down. As I started to rise Gwen jumped on my back and wrapped an arm around my neck, choking me. I managed to get to my feet with her on my back when Carrie kicked me in my stomach, doubling me over. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Carrie launch another kick at my head so I quickly dropped to my knees. Carrie’s kick hit Gwen flush on the side of her head and she lost her grip on me and fell sideways onto the mat. I managed to catch Carrie’s leg as she kicked at me again and dumped her onto her ass.

I scrambled up quickly, still slightly winded. The Boobi Twins were proving to be a real handful – I had never been knocked down before in a match. I realized that I needed to put one of them out of commission in a hurry. I remembered that Gwen had followed Carrie’s lead in the bar, so Carrie was the one to get rid of first.

Gwen still rolled on the mat in a daze, as Carrie dashed to the corner and climbed onto the turnbuckle. She leapt off the top rope in an attempt to catch me with a splash, but I set my legs and caught her, then quickly smashed her back over my knee with a backbreaker. Her blue eyes got round and a pained, “Ohhhhh!” emitted from her lips. I lifted her back up and dropped her over my knee again, then sent a vicious chop across her throat as she bent backwards over my big thigh. She gurgled incoherently as I let her fall to the mat. I quickly rose to my feet and grabbed her by her long blonde hair and dragged her across the mat. Gwen had just gotten up on her hands and knees and I punted a huge kick right into her stomach, flipping her over onto her back. I then stomped her right on her right tit and she howled in pain. I felt Carrie try to grasp my wrists to remove my hand from her hair, so I swung around to face her and gave her a huge knee to the face. She screamed and tried to collapse, but I held her up on her knees and kneed her in her right tit.

“Don’t worry honey,” I sneered. “When I’m done with you gals you’ll have matching bruises.”

I lifted Carrie to her feet and whipped her into the opposite corner face first. She hit the corner pole like a sack of cement and I followed her in with a splash. I draped Carrie’s arms over the top rope and unhooked her bra. I tied her hands together and to the corner post with her green lace bra. Her enormous tits were on either side of the corner post and she hung there limply, almost unconscious. I stepped back to admire my handiwork and looked around for Tony.

Tony sat in a big leather chair a few feet away from the ring. He was slowly stroking his cock through his jeans – it looked like it was about to burst through. He smiled at me and blew me a kiss. I blew one back at him and went for Gwen.

Gwen had again gotten to her hands and knees, so I used her long blonde hair to pull her to her feet. I whipped her into the ropes and dropped her with a back kick to the jaw as she came off the ropes. I dragged her up by the hair again and lifted her up into an inverted bearhug. I walked calmly over to the corner and climbed the rope with her squirming weakly in my arms. Once I reached the top rope, I jerked her up into an over the shoulder backbreaker and jumped off the top ropes. She screamed when I hit the mat, and then hung lifelessly over my shoulder. I let her body slide down my back until I caught her in a chinlock; her legs dangled inches from the floor as I stretched her neck. I dropped her and she fell to the mat with a wet thud.

Gwen’s brown eyes were filled with tears as she moaned and rubbed her back. I helped her up with her hair again. She stumbled as I dragged her to the corner and put her back against the corner. I balled up my right hand and punched her hard in the stomach. She crumpled forward, leaning against me for support. I reached around and unhooked her bra, then pushed her back against the corner post. I hauled off and punched her in her right tit again. She squeaked and leaned heavily in the corner as I boxed her right boob. Right cross, left cross, jab, jab, jab, uppercut, uppercut, uppercut. She drooped in the corner, not even covering up as I punched her. Her big fake tit turned red, then purple bruises began to show as I continued to hammer her with powerful punches. She whimpered and tears ran down her face. I noticed that her right breast no longer stood straight and firm, but sagged like a wilting balloon. I pressed my right arm across her throat bending her back as I drove a hard punch right into her nipple. The distended purple nub began slowly leaking a clear fluid. I reached up and sank a claw hold into her damaged breast, squeezing it slowly as she writhed and moaned weakly, watching as more and more fluid leaked out until my fingers practically met in the middle. I released her tit and it flopped down like an old woman’s. She was hanging in the corner practically dead weight. I grabbed her by the arm and whipped her into the corner where Carrie was still tied.

Carrie had recovered enough to try to untie her hands but she hadn’t quite succeeded when Gwen’s limp body crashed into her from behind. I followed Gwen into the corner and splashed them both against the corner post. Gwen collapsed onto the mat and Carrie sprawled in the corner, her legs slightly buckled as she tried to remain on her feet.

I kicked Gwen to the side, then backed up and gave Carrie a huge kick to the cunt. She cried out and collapsed onto her knees, her hands still tied to the top rope. I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled it back then slammed her head into the corner post several times. I reached over her and released her hands and she fell over like the sack of shit she was. I grabbed her by her hair and brought her up to her feet, then scooped her up and slammed her onto the mat. She rolled over onto her face and I dropped down heavily onto her back. I pulled her up by her hair and draped her arms over my thighs. She tried to rock me off of her but she was too puny. I reached around and grabbed her big 34 dd tits and pulled her back into a modified camel clutch. I dug my fingers into her big fake boobs and tried to pull them off of her chest as she begged me to let her go. I let her go suddenly and her face smacked down onto the canvas.

Since I was convinced that she was the bitch who really started all of this, I was determined to destroy her totally. I rolled over and grabbed her legs and applied a boston crab. She pounded the mat weakly until her efforts were just dazed scrabblings on the canvas. Carrie was losing consciousness and I wanted her coherent for everything I was going to do to her.

I dropped her legs and brought her up to her feet again, although she swayed like a sapling in the wind. I wrapped an arm over her throat and twisted her into an abdominal stretch. Her stomach worked like a bellows and little “unh, unh” noises came from her throat as I worked the hold. I took my free hand and sank a claw hold into her stretched ab muscles. I released the hold and walked her over to the corner and bent her back over the ropes before driving a hard fist deep into her right tit. Her arms draped over the top ropes as I began to do to her what I had already done to Gwen – destroy her right tit.

Her tits were tougher than Gwen’s. I laid uppercut after uppercut into her right tit until the gland turned purple and swelled, but there was no sign that the implant inside had been ruptured. I was disappointed, because I had been sure that her boobs were fake, too. Finally, I threw Carrie down to the mat and knee dropped her right tit several times as she screamed in agony. On the third drop I felt a soft pop and the shape began to sag slightly. Gratified, I continue to drop my whole weight repeatedly onto her right boob until fluid began to drip rapidly from the distended purple nipple. Carrie was babbling, begging me to have mercy as I continued to ruthlessly kneedrop her right tit until it was a floppy mess dangling sideways on her chest.

I got up and looked at Tony. He lay sprawled in the deep leather chair his hand wrapped around his huge dick as he pumped it slowly, trying to hold back.

“God, babe,” he croaked. “I can’t hold back much longer. Finish them, please”, he pleaded.

I reached down and pulled Carrie up by her hair and dragged her over to where Gwen still lay semi-conscious. I reached down with my other hand and pulled Gwen up onto her knees. The Boobi twins knelt before me, humbled and beaten and I had never felt so powerful or so aroused. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, allowed my massive 46 dd’s to be free. I stood proudly in front of them.

“Kiss my tits,” I ordered. “Unless you want me to hurt you some more!” Both girls immediately rose up and each one fondled and licked my breasts, Gwen on my right breast, Carrie on my left. I felt my pussy clench as they worshipped my huge tits and I came almost instantly. I pulled their faces away and placed one hand on each of their foreheads and clamped on a powerful iron claw.

“Unh!” they cried out in unison as I squeezed their temples and forced them back, down towards the mat. Their hands went up to try to dislodge my grip but I was stronger than they were and they began to sink inexorably down to the mat. I followed them down, milking their temples and relishing the feel of them growing weaker in my hands. Finally they both lay unconscious at my feet.

I turned and Tony was already in the ring. His huge cock looked as big as a wine bottle and he stripped my thong off and practically threw me down onto my hands and knees. He pulled me back onto his massive cock and I screamed as he entered me, my orgasm was so strong. His strong hands squeezed my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers as I came again and again. He reached one hand between my legs and captured my clit between two fingers, intensifying my orgasm so I screamed again. He pounded into me like a jackhammer; I had never known him to be so wild. “Oh Christ,” he moaned, “here it comes, babe.” He diddled me fast and hard as he drilled me even faster and I came so hard a high keening wail erupted from my throat. I saw stars before my eyes and blacked out.

A few moments later, I came to, feeling Tony’s long, hard body collapsed on top of me. His dick was still inside me and it was still hard. I moved slightly and he immediately raised his weight off of me and rolled to the side.

“Babe,” he said raggedly. “That was the hottest thing I ever saw the way you destroyed those two bitches. That’s why you’re the only woman for me.”

“I was angry,” I said calmly. “I was afraid I might have gone too far.”
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