Beatings in oil.
School sports days don’t usually provide the sort of excitement I like but this one was different. The women at the local infant’s school were organising a parents event, with just a dash of grown up friskiness. It would raise funds for the school, so everyone felt obliged to take part in some capacity. Only a few of the more forward mothers actually arranged the events, and these included a few with a sparkling sense of fun. The highlight event was to be a group of young mothers, or their protégés, demonstrating their competitive skills in an inflatable oil wrestling ring. This ring had been the source of a lot of humour for some months as one of the fathers worked for a company that made them. He had brought home a demonstrator ring for a laugh, and to show his mates. With quite a lot of coercion over recent weeks a couple of the younger fitter mothers had been pressurised into taking part, and two of the event organisers, whose idea it had been, were throwing their names in the hat too.
The matches would take place at the family’s house who owned the inflatable ring. They were wealthy, and had a large conservatory easily capable of holding the 12 foot wide ring and a number of spectators in warmth and comfort.
Spectators had to donate £50 to the school fund, and anyone wishing to have a copy of the video being shot would have to find £20 to cover costs and a school donation.
An event card was produced and circulated, with pictures of the combatants. The matches had supposedly been chosen at random by drawing names from a hat, but I am not sure that there wasn’t some match fixing going on. I think there had been some competition between organisers Charlotte and Jacqui as to who would get to grapple with the two super attractive young mums Caroline and Fiona. In the end the “card” looked like this;
Charlotte 5’5” 145 pounds vs Caroline 5’6” 120 pounds
Jacqui 5’7” 148 pounds vs Fiona 5’5” 118 pounds
Charlotte/Jacqui vs Claire 5’5” 115 pounds
Now of interest to the guys watching were the gorgeous three women pitted against the two bigger women who had organised the event. Caroline, Fiona and Claire are all stunning. Fiona is the darker haired, and has the curviest figure, with firm natural D cup boobs, a narrow 23” waist and a bum and legs to die for. She is 24, with a 4 year old little girl. Caroline has the dreamiest eyes, ash blonde hair, and a sexy body that attracts admiring glances from everyone. She is 27 with a 5 year old boy. Both Caroline and Fiona are part time workers of sorts, are quite quiet, and like Claire were bullied into taking part by Charlotte and Jacqui. Claire is so pretty. She has long blonde hair, is slender, and like Caroline has firm natural C cup breasts, and a waspish 22” waist. Claire is actually a community officer, so her taking part in this was quite a surprise. She is having to go up against both the bigger women too in the final match.
The swimwear selected for the contestants clearly was aimed at maximum exploitation of the three hot young mums, as they were each given a very skimpy bikini to put on. Charlotte and Jacqui with their more muscular heavier builds were wearing quite conservative one piece outfits. When Caroline saw the bikini she had been given she tried to argue but was bullied mercilessly by Charlotte into accepting to wear it.
Blushing, Caroline came into the room, hips swaying, long hair swishing, looking so stunning in the bikini. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I just hoped my camera batteries would last!
Following her, looking mean and muscular, Charlotte smiled and waved her way to the ring. The young woman refereeing the match looked as nervous as Caroline. She was a pretty blonde, the PA to the guy who owned the ring.
I looked around at the parents, recognising each of them, and then again at the young mum about to oil wrestle Charlotte. I had chatted with Caroline many times drinking in her dreamy eyes, glancing over her figure. Now here she was, in front of me, hair down, in a bikini. It was about to get even better and a ripple of applause and cheers greeted the women as they climbed into the oil “pit”. Charlotte’s eyes were ablaze. She was so up for this. She began to splash oil all over Caroline until the sexy 27 year old glistened like a goddess. Wow this was amazing. Charlotte’ tossed her mane of reddish hair back and knelt facing the gorgeous Caroline as the referee began to talk. I hadn’t thought of rules. How would the match work? Would they try to pin each other on their backs in the oil? That is what I had thought. The pretty ref just said that the match was a 15 minute match with the winner being chosen by the audience at the end. There was to be no biting or scratching she said! I rather doubted there was any chance of that. Then she said that any girl could call a time out of 30 seconds if she needed it, and that she, the ref, would decide if the match had to be stopped before the 15 minutes was up. Otherwise she said, she wanted a competitive no holds barred fight. That made a few of us blink. No holds barred? Really?
A female voice shouted out from the crowd, “So Charlotte, you can use her for a workout!” Another shouted, “Hey, Caroline might surprise you.” Another voice joined in with “Charlotte, don’t knock her out too soon. I want to see you soften her up first!” The Caroline supporter called back, “Hey, not so aggressive guys, anyway Caroline is tougher than you think!”.
Charlotte held up her clenched fist and over half the spectators cheered wildly. It looked as though she had the backing of most here. Caroline’s supporters looked worried. They looked even more worried when the ref began the match and Charlotte immediately powered her forearm and elbow into Caroline’s smooth belly, making quite a loud wet sounding slap. I almost gasped out loud. Caroline’s face screwed up and the beauty folded forwards clutching herself. Charlotte grabbed her opponent by her slim arm and using her superior muscle power wrenched it round until Caroline screamed. Forced back, Caroline tried to use her other hand to pry at Charlotte’s grip, but the red head simply wrenched on the arm hard bringing it round and up behind Caroline’s back. The red head easily overpowered Caroline, forcing her down into the oil on her belly. Charlotte used her knee to pin the bent arm between Caroline’s shoulders, freeing both her hands. With her right hand Charlotte grabbed a handful of Caroline’s hair and twisted it. She used her left hand to claw into the slippery skin of Caroline’s side, working her fingers into the smooth skin just below the ribcage.
This was pretty rough. Charlotte was obviously hurting Caroline, the soft gasps of pain as those fingers worked into her curves were testimony to that. It was sexy too. Caroline laying on her belly in the oil in a skimpy bikini mewling like a kitten was a captivating sight for all of us watching.
Charlotte was so much stronger than Caroline. She easily manipulated her opponent round onto her side, then she slid astride her, squirming over the glistening woman and pinning Caroline on her side between her strong thighs.
“Now you’ve got her!” yelled one of Charlotte’s supporters.
“Go on Charlotte!” yelled another.
Charlotte had pinned Caroline on her side for a reason. In this position she had access to both Caroline’s sculpted stomach with her right hand, and her kidneys and lower back curves with her left hand. Would she dare though? There was a moment of hesitation.
“Work her over!” called another Charlotte supporter. “Let’s see some action!”
“Fight, fight, fight” chanted others.
Caroline tried vainly to squirm free, her gorgeous body twisting helplessly between the python thighs. She was making little moaning sounds as she tried.
Charlotte saw the stomach open up nicely, and she curled her ham like fist round and into the smooth skin, the flat of her knuckles thudding against the exposed navel.
At the same time as Caroline mewled, the spectators cheered, two or three jumping to their feet. I was amazed. She punched her! I saw Caroline being punched in the stomach! Charlotte was growing in confidence and she slammed her left fist into the curve of Caroline’s lower back, aiming to beat her knuckles into Caroline’s kidneys. We all heard the two wet sounding thuds as the two punches smacked home into Caroline’s smooth body. Charlotte was really going for her.
The big red head looked pleased, and pressed on with her attack, pushing Caroline’s face into the oil and sliding round in the oil, to ram her knee hard into Caroline’s side. She followed this with a big meaty fist to the kidneys again, then another punch into the side. Charlotte was dominating Caroline so completely at present. It looked as though the ref would have to stop it before the 15 minutes were up just to save Caroline from taking too much punishment.
Charlotte hauled Caroline up by the hair and turned her over, exposing her belly nicely. I heard Caroline whimper something to Charlotte, and saw her eyes search out the ref. Charlotte held her there while the ref came nearer and said something back to Caroline. Charlotte nodded, and looked happy. Again she used her fists to hammer Caroline’s glistening belly, a right hook splattering oil from Caroline’s sexy navel. Still holding Caroline by the hair, Charlotte repeatedly punched her in the stomach, her knuckles thudding again and again against the toned smooth skin. It seemed the ref had said that t was OK for Charlotte to use her fists on Caroline, and that the fight would go its full distance.
Caroline gasped and mewled sexily as her opponent abused her. No one had expected this. Charlotte stopped punching Caroline and threw her down on her belly. She raised her arms to acknowledge her supporters cheers.
Caroline must have decided that enough was enough. While Charlotte was distracted, she slid round, and launched herself at Charlotte with a snarl. She may have been hurt, but she had enough left to take on Charlotte. The two women went down into the oil entwined, and rolled across the oil ring, each trying to grip the other. Caroline found herself battling to stop Charlotte from locking her python legs around her waist, and pulled free. She came to her knees facing Charlotte. The two glared at each other. Charlotte attacked first, still super confident. Caroline ducked, and lashed her arm round wildly. The flat of her hand hit Charlotte across the face.
Charlotte reddened with embarrassment and took her time this time. She picked her spot on Caroline’s body, and drove a crisp punch into the slick torso. Caroline gasped, unable to stop the blow. With a determined expression Caroline shrugged off the punch and lashed out again wildly at Charlotte. This time the red head saw it coming, dodged it, and fired a punch up under the outstretched arm, hitting into Caroline’s ribs. That hurt Caroline. Everyone saw her visibly wilt and sit back on her haunches. She suddenly looked tired. Charlotte went after her, smacking two more punches with her right fist past Caroline’s attempted block, thudding into the belly.
Caroline mewled sexily and went forwards with her hands on the floor, head hung forwards. Charlotte grabbed her and drew her into a powerful bear hug. The big more muscular woman whispered something into an ear as she crushed Caroline in her arms. Caroline moaned and coughed. Charlotte threw her across the ring like a doll.
Again Charlotte was dominating. She looked mean, and so strong. It wasn’t a fair match up at all. Did Caroline have anything left? Well, Charlotte easily hauled Caroline up and splayed her back first over the inflated rim of the oil ring. Caroline slumped there, arms out, belly pulled taut as her back was stretched. Charlotte slid over to her and knelt in front of her. She chose her targets carefully, and began to punch her fists into either side of Caroline’s ribs, pounding the delicious torso without response from Carline except for soft cries of pain. This was becoming a one sided beating. Everyone, except maybe Caroline’s supporters, was hooked on it. We all stretched to see clearly as Charlotte worked on the non responsive Caroline.
Having softened the beautiful young mother up, Charlotte flung her down into the oil, and slid over to her. The red head prevented Caroline from pushing herself up with an elbow driven down into the small of the woman’s glistening back. Caroline cried out in pain and flopped back down on her belly. Charlotte slid her arm round Caroline and flipped her over onto her back, then took hold of a shapely leg, drawing her fingers into the slick curves of the left thigh. Caroline howled and twisted, and cried out again when Charlotte drove an elbow into the meat of the thigh. This was good work by Charlotte.
Then the ref leaned down and said to Charlotte that she only had a few minutes left. Charlotte asked her something, and the ref shrugged. Charlotte was kneeling on Caroline pinning her beneath her as she spoke with the ref. She reached down casually and clamped her hand around Caroline’s left bikini cup and jiggled the breast, speaking to the ref. The ref shrugged again, and then seemed to nod. Charlotte hauled Caroline up by her hair, pushing her onto her knees in the oil, where she swayed, head lolling, exhausted from the beating. The red head closed up to her and used her left hand to grip Caroline’s neck to steady her. Then she pushed her over slightly backwards to cause her chest to thrust out. Caroline whimpered and raised a slim arm to try to pry Charlotte’s hand from her throat, but she simply lacked the strength. Charlotte clenched her right fist, took aim, and then punched upwards into Caroline’s bikini top. The punch almost smacked the full firm breast out of the cup, revealing a glimpse of brown nipple to the excited spectators. It made Caroline mewl sexily.
Charlotte looked at the ref, who seemed reluctant, shrugging again. I doubt the ref wanted to let Charlotte use her fists against Caroline’s bust, but she wasn’t brave enough to stop her.
Charlotte held Caroline steady, waited a second, and then sent another short hooked punch up into the same cup, this time succeeding in smacking the good sized breast out of the cup so we all had full sight of it quivering high on Caroline’s ribcage. The nipple was a tawny brown and quite thick, already hardening. Charlotte let the breast settle, and then flicked at the nipple with her finger. She was really loving this. Within seconds the big red head had undone Caroline’s bikini top and was peeling it away from a pair of perfect firm round breasts, each capped with a rapidly hardening stub of brown nipple. Caroline went to cross her arms over her bared breasts, reddening in embarrassment, sobbing quietly. She was being utterly humiliated.
Charlotte punched Caroline in the stomach, and the arms fell away to the sides, while Caroline coughed and struggled for air. Charlotte waited until the breasts were undefended, and then punched up into the left breast again. Hardly waiting for the breast to settle, the powerful red head again used her fist on the breast, punching into the outer curve. The effect on the breast was to set it quivering like a firm jelly, the imprints from Charlotte’s knuckles still visible on the oiled skin. Caroline mewled again sexily, subdued, her eyes almost closed.
Caroline was helpless by now. She had given up struggling and just let Charlotte do as she pleased. Charlotte pushed her back up against the rim of the ring. She waited until she could see both breasts and belly this time. For the last two minutes of this oil wrestling match Charlotte lashed punch after punch into Caroline’s slickly oiled belly and naked breasts, splattering oil from Caroline’s navel and nipples. Charlotte stared Caroline hard in the face as her fists smacked hard into the delicious stomach and breast meat, but Caroline was out of it by now, unable to focus, and still just mewling in that soft sexy way. Charlotte’s shoulder muscles worked hard as she twisted her torso punching two fisted into the luscious oiled body. In the last thirty seconds or so Charlotte took Caroline by the hair, tilted her head back, and punched her nipples into her half melon breasts. Finally the ref signalled the end of the match. With that, the big red head pulled the slender topless Caroline into her arms and kissed her hard on the lips, and then threw her down into the oil. Caroline lay there sobbing, looking so hot. Topless, beaten, covered in oil. What more could you ask for. Charlotte placed a foot on Caroline’s neck and stood over her arms raised.
Most of us cheered wildly. Just a few were in tears, horrified at what had been allowed to happen. Two girl helpers saw to Caroline, wrapping her in a towel and taking her upstairs to clean up. Charlotte wanted more of Caroline I think, but resisted the temptation for now and began to clean herself up. In a few minutes the stunningly pretty Fiona arrived for the next match with Jacqui.
To Be Continued
All names are fictional
Striker 2010