Tag Turmoil Rematch
By Wolfboy

Can Debbie & Emma avenge their defeat to Helen & Kat this time around?

Emma and Debbie had been thoroughly beaten and roundly humiliated in their last tag team encounter with Kat and Helen Cook, and now, after quite some planning, the rematch was going to happen. There had been some thought of making the match a six-person tag match including me and Kat’s mum Rebecca. In the end, our involvement was decided to be a one on one match prior to the two teams fighting it out again. A one on one ten-minute fight was the decided match for me and Rebecca with only one stipulation from Rebecca that I should either borrow my wrestling outfit from Emma or fight her naked. I’d favoured the latter idea, but both Emma and Debbie had cautioned against that idea reasoning that a seasoned mixed fighter like Rebecca would doubtless love to have easy access to attack my cock during the match. So instead, I found myself preparing for the action wearing a pair of Emma’s black mesh booty shorts. Where the tag match was clearly the main event, the match between Rebecca and I would have a bearing on it, so it’s worthy of mention here. The reason it would have such a bearing was that the final result would change the final rules of the tag match.

The tag match itself was agreed to be under the rules that it had been fought to last time; tornado elimination tag rules with all four women wearing traditional lingerie sets. However, the result of my match could alter that. If it was won by just one submission, the losing team would have to start the match topless. By two submissions would see the losing team start nude other than their stockings and suspenders. A three submission winning margin would allow the winning team to also start with a one minute enforced double team on the opponent of their choosing. A winning margin of over 3 submission and the other team’s manager would be allowed to act as a ‘punisher’ tag team partner throughout the action. As I headed for the mats in Helen’s lounge, overlooking the beach, Emma jokingly told me ‘don’t lose by more than one submission Steve, or I’ll kick your arse a lot worse than Rebecca does!’ At least, I think she was joking….

All four women for the tag match were sat on the sofas surrounding the mats. It was a warm day, so the full-length windows that opened on to the beach were open to allow the sea breeze to freshen the sultry atmosphere in the room. Still, I found myself sweating as my opponent, Rebecca, stepped onto the mats to face me. There was a quick run through of the rules. I was introduced at 5 feet 11 inches and 192lbs with 0 wins and 1 defeat by Emma who gave me a pat on the arse as she walked back past me off the mats, whispering ‘looking sexy babe’ as she did so. Helen introduced Rebecca at 5 feet 10 inches and 165lbs, measuring 38DD-26-39; pertinently, she added that Rebecca had a record of 42 wins and 5 defeats in competitive mixed fighting. Now Rebecca removed her silk robe to reveal what could best be described as bridal lingerie with just a hint of slut about it. Her long, lightly curled blonde hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders to the middle of her back. She had on white bra and knickers in a see-through mesh material along with a pair of white fishnet hold up stockings. Helen shouted ‘fight!’ quickly followed by ‘get him Bex!’ and the action was underway in something of a whirlwind for me as Rebecca showed no concern about tackling me head on, coming in to throw me across the mats a couple of times in the early going.

Indeed, through the opening couple of minutes of the bout, it looked pretty much like I was playing Rebecca’s game, culminating in her monkey flipping me to the centre of the mats and claiming the first submission in short order. She returned to her corner to an exchange of high fives and general enthusiasm while I had to face the more stoic faces of Emma and Debbie. Both had some good advice for me though as I sat down.

‘Fight her like a girl, not like a man Steve’ Emma told me ‘she knows that you’re not comfortable fighting her, so she’s using that against you to beat on you. Fight her like I would, you’ve been trained that way by me after all’ she smiled.

‘Good point’ Debbie agreed ‘and if she goes for the cock, don’t submit, use it against her if you have to. Shoot your load in her face and let’s see how keen she is then!’ Debbie laughed, before adding ‘now go get and her and remember to be a bitch out there Steve!’ as the match got back underway.

The action started with Rebecca still looking confident but my pep talk had given me a little more purpose now, the mood in the room changing a little from the point a couple of minutes in that I grabbed Rebecca by her long blonde hair, pulled her on to a knee to the breasts and threw her across the mats towards her corner. ‘You bitch!’ she moaned as I rushed in to continue the attack, getting the better of the next part of the action as I pinned her in a cross pin and got to work on mauling her breasts much to her dislike. ‘Submit if you don’t like it!’ I told her, but she was tough enough to take it before she finally squirmed out from under me. There wasn’t too long left in the match as we came back together and she surprised me with a kick to the stomach and quickly she had me down on the mats, her python like legs wrapped around my body. ‘Aww, poor Steve’ she mocked, reaching a hand inside those mesh booty shorts, her fingers reaching for my throbbing cock as she started to work it expertly. I was in trouble again, trapped in the position that I’d found myself in with the dominant blonde at the end of the last tag match. I had been told to fight like a girl though and that’s what I did, scratching at her legs and then her tits before I grabbed her hair and started to get back into the fight. Time was almost up as I started to work free of the scissor hold and quickly sprang into position on top of Rebecca, sat on her impressive breasts. I pinched her nose as I told her ‘you wanted this!’ and as her mouth opened up to catch a breath, I eased my shorts down and slipped my erect cock into her mouth. And then, on the verge of forcing her to submit and tie the match up, the buzzer went. Ten minutes was up and I’d lost 1-0, but had done better than I think Debbie and Emma had expected me to in truth.

‘Good fight……bitch’ Rebecca said to me as we shook hands after the match. ‘Your tactics were clever, you gave me more of a contest than most guys do’ she admitted, adding ‘obviously well coached’ with a nod towards Emma and Debbie.

That was part one of the action out of the way and now, we would move on to the real main event of the day between the two tag teams. Thanks to Rebecca, Debbie and Emma would start the fight topless, at a slight disadvantage, but nothing too disastrous at least. As we moved back to the bedroom we’d all used as a dressing room, Emma kissed me, saying ‘well done babe, proud of you…...and just this once I’ll let you off for putting your cock in another woman’s mouth! It was a clever move. You’d have had her if time hadn’t run out!’

‘I know’ I agreed ‘she was pretty much done, I think. And you know you’re the only girl for me, but in there, it was a case of needs must!’ I told her as both she and Debbie laughed.

A few minutes later, we were back in the spacious lounge, ready for the tag team match to get underway, all four ladies wearing silk robes that currently only showed the stockings that they wore. Rebecca appointed herself to be the ring announcer again, starting off quickly ‘this is a rematch tornado tag team match under elimination rules. In the first fall it will be two on two anything goes until one submits. Then the winning team holds a two on one advantage for the second fall. The match will end when both members of a team have been forced to submit. Then the winners may dominate the losers as they see fit. There will be no time limit, there will be a clear winner in this fight!’ she said, checking that both teams were comfortable with the rules, which they were. At the moment, the largely monochrome colour scheme of black or white robes dominated the scene. Even Rebecca had simply thrown a white robe over her lingerie from our fight. Now she began to make introductions, ‘first on my left is Debbie McArthur. Debbie is 56 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 145lbs and 36D-26-36 with a record of 27 wins and 13 defeats. Her tag team partner is her daughter Emma Baines. Emma is 38 years old, 5 feet 10 inches tall, 165lbs and measures 40E-27-38 with a record of 52 wins and 17 defeats.’

Both Debbie and Emma slipped off their robes now to reveal their chosen lingerie for the fight, instantly bringing a splash of colour to the mats. Emma had chosen a sheer mesh ensemble in a striking shade of teal that contrasted with her flowing auburn hair perfectly. The bra, shortly to be discarded, was a three-quarter cup balcony bra with some detail picked out on the cups in fine lace, a matching mesh thong and suspender belt gave way to shimmering nude coloured stockings. Her nails were painted a matching teal shade; long, sharp enough, and dangerous. Debbie had chosen a complimentary colour, choosing an emerald green satin and lace thong, matching deep suspender belt and nude stockings; she had elected to leave a matching bra in the bedroom and was topless, ready to go.

‘And their opponents are on my right. First is Kat Cook. Kat is 28 years old, 5 feet 6 inches tall, 151 lbs, 36C-25-37 and has 37 wins and 19 losses. Her tag team partner is her aunt, Helen Cook. Helen is 48 years old, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 161lbs, 38D-27-39 and has 35 wins and 18 losses.’

Now Kat and Helen also discarded their robes and it really seemed that the summer weather had brought each woman’s colourful side to the fore. Both blondes had chosen bright colours too, Helen had chosen a crimson coloured lace bralette with a matching thong and suspender belt teamed with nude stockings which had a red band at the top, and a red seam running down the back to a red coloured heel. It was her niece who had really pushed the boat out on colour the most though, and she was a vision in neon lime green that on further inspection proved to be completely see through nude lingerie with delicate lace embroidery in lime green covering it. The set included a sheer bra, a Brazilian back panty and suspender belt with nude stockings; albeit nude stockings that featured a four-inch-wide lime green band at the top. Her outfit was so stunning that Emma and Debbie both moved over to take a closer look, both admiring just how pretty it was. ‘Almost too nice to tear off your body Kat!’ Emma laughed.

‘Oh, don’t worry’ Kat replied ‘I got sponsored a few of these sets for a private fight, and anyway, it’ll be me shredding your outfits with these’ she announced, a smile on her face as she flashed her neon green nails.

That was the signal for Rebecca to get both teams back to their side of the mats, wait just a moment for Emma to remove her bra, and quickly then give the instruction to ‘fight!’

I knew that Emma and Debbie had planned to move quickly at the start of the fight, looking to take one of their opposing team out of action at least temporarily to allow a quick double team. It was something else to see in action though as they both rushed an unsuspecting Helen with a spectacular double dropkick out of the gate, flooring the bigger blonde immediately. Debbie rose, straight in to the clutches of Kat with a front headlock, the lime green clad blonde hammering a forearm smash across her shoulders, to drop Debbie to her knees. Meanwhile, Emma delivered a vicious kick to Helen’s belly to keep her down and then she moved over to grab Kat’s blonde hair. As Kat raised her hands to try and prise Emma’s fingers out of her blonde locks, she released the headlock and Debbie nailed her low with a punch to the crotch. Kat groaned in pain as Helen started to stir down on the mat, but Emma and Debbie had achieved their first aim of gaining the early advantage.

Emma wrenched Kat to the mat by her hair now, and Debbie quickly switched into position to schoolgirl pin the younger blonde, trapping her arms beneath her knees and quickly snapped in three hard slaps to her face. ‘How do you like it you little bitch?’ Debbie asked her with glee as Emma moved off to keep up the pressure on Helen, spreading her legs and nailing the older blonde with a knee drop to the pussy. Content that would keep Helen out of the action for a moment, Emma returned to grab Kat’s legs now, just as the blonde had brought her nails to bear on Debbie’s things, and she gave her a taste of the knee drop to the pussy as well. Kat howled in pain, subdued for now as Debbie shifted forward to sit on her face, left hand wrapped up in her blonde locks, and it looked for a moment like a quick submission could be on the cards. ‘Come on baby, fight them!’ Rebecca implored her daughter from her side of the room, but it was Helen who was able to make the early save. As Emme came over to administer more punishment, the tough older blonde lashed out a foot to Emma’s belly, catching her just above the waistband to stop her in her tracks. Spotting that Kat seemed to be in danger of having to submit imminently, she decided to use Emma to inadvertently help her niece. A kick out with both feet to Emma’s chest sent her sprawling back into Debbie, knocking the surprised brunette off Kat as she did so.

The situation hardly improved that much for Kat who found Emma instinctively grabbing a hair held headlock, pulling her face deep into the smothering pillow of her left breast. The younger blonde had at least been able to take in a couple of deep breaths before she found herself trapped deep in Emma’s breasts, and she was a fighter too, immediately getting a hand in to Emma’s hair to try and ease her position. Emma resisted that attempt for now, but her moans of pain suggested that Kat was a pretty vicious hair puller. Now Debbie and Helen squared up, something of a physical advantage for the bigger blonde, but Debbie showed her cunning now to flash her fingers across Helen’s eyes and then drive a knee into the belly and seize the upper hand in that battle too. As Debbie used the hair to throw Helen to the mat, getting in tight behind her with a body scissors, her legs surprising Helen with their strength, it seemed that Emma still had good control of Kat. Slipping a right hand into the blonde’s body, Emma shifted increasingly more of her weight into the smother to cause Kat mounting problems in getting the oxygen in. She grabbed hair hard again, drawing a shriek from Emma who responded with a straight fingered thrust in to the blonde’s left breast, her nails subduing her through the see-through material of her pretty bra.

Helen could see the predicament worsening for Kat and she looked to try and get free to help. Debbie had a solid grip of her hair in the powerful scissor hold though, trying to force the older blonde’s head back so that she could sink in a choke. My two fighters looked to have the upper hand convincingly, but it was always dangerous to think things were totally under control so early in a fight with four experienced catfighters. That proved to be the case here as Helen surprised Debbie, suddenly going with the hair pull to headbutt her in the face. A surprise move, it dazed Debbie, giving Helen chance to get free and rake the brunette’s eyes to make sure she stayed out of the action for a moment. This was happening behind Emma, and my wife paid the price for not having her head on a swivel in the fast changing environment of the tornado tag match as Helen punched her squarely in the face and used her hair to position Emma’s head between Kat’s thighs in a side head scissor that allowed the younger blonde to suck in air hungrily. She was no slouch in the leg department either and Emma groaned as she felt them come to bear on her head. Worse for Emma, the neon green clad blonde sunk her nails into Emma’s breasts now, drawing a cry of pain as she muscles in her legs tensed visibly once more to punish Emma.

Helen had Debbie well trapped now as well, having elected for a similar side head scissors of her own on the brunette. She had carefully positioned Debbie so that the clasps of her suspender belt were pressed into her cheeks by the scissor hold before starting to pull on the back of her emerald green thong, quickly pulling it into a harsh front wedgie. Now it was trouble for my two fighters in the match, both trapped in punishing combination scissor holds by their tough opponents at the same time. ‘That’s the way girls, punish those bitches now!’ Rebecca cheered on from the outside, more that a little content with the turnaround in the action. It was the nature of tornado tag rules that the match could be turned on it’s head quickly, as it had here with Helen gaining the upper hand on Debbie. In turn that had allowed her to help Kat trap Emma in the side head scissors that Kat was trying to grind her down with. Emma’s breasts were already starting to show the effects of Kat’s neon green nails too; she was looking to work her way out of the predicament too, starting to try and turn her way into the hold and get to her knees. Kat tensed her thighs hard once more, but now she moaned as Emma hammered a punch in to her ribs hard before grabbing that same point to sink her nails into Kat’s body. In return the blonde switched to a double handful of Emma’s hair, looking to keep control of it while across the room, Helen’s work on Debbie’s thong was starting to provide ripping noises audible over Debbie’s cries of pain. Helen broke off from the wedgie for a moment, slapping the top of Debbie’s head hard before going back to the punishing wedgie. She was keeping an eye on the action across the mats where Emma had got to her knees forcing Kat, still with the blonde’s thighs wrapped tightly around her head and both hands ripping at her hair. Emma was groping blindly for a target though, finding what she was looking for as she got her hand inside Kat’s panties to get a crotch claw on her.

A shriek from Kat showed that Emma had been successful in getting that claw hold on to her pretty well, and she hammered away with punches to the blonde’s body. The scissor hold weakened as the effect of the claw hold took effect on Kat, Emma being able to shrug off the scissor hold and get to her feet over Kat, sending a hard kick into her ribs. She was unprepared for Helen though, who had turned loose her scissor hold on Debbie and lowered the boom on Emma from behind with a clothesline to the back of the head. In turn that knocked Emma back down on top of Kat, inadvertently delivering something of a big splash to Kat as she landed but the neon green clad blonde reacted quickly to scissor Emma. She got her arm around the back of Emma’s head, trying to pull her into a smother too, and Emma fought hard against that, getting her fingers into Kat’s breasts to try and hurt the younger blonde. From behind, Helen grabbed the back of Emma’s sheer mesh thong, forcing it up into a wedgie as she raked her nails up and down her back. Emma’s shrieks of pain now outweighing those of Kat from her breast mauling. That attack was a mistake by Helen though as Debbie, having recovered sufficiently from the scissor attack, joined the fray in the most effective of styles, jumping on to Helen’s back to apply a tight, hair held sleeper hold while she wrapped her legs tightly around Helen’s body.

Helen was a strong woman, capable of carrying Debbie easily enough, but the surprise nature of her attack mean that she had the sleeper hold sunk in deep. As Helen staggered fully upright, that was pretty evident as she gasped for air, realising she was well trapped. She quickly staggered back, and then fell, perhaps hoping to drop Debbie back hard to the mat, instead she fell back hard enough, but Debbie landed in the relative comfort of a sofa. Helen was well trapped, her arms going to pull at Debbie’s as she tried to ease the pressure she felt, and the desperate situation that she found herself in. On the mats, Kat largely had control of Emma, slapping her face hard as she kept up the pressure with the body scissors. She faced a problem though; she felt Emma was troubled, but not to the lengths Helen was by Debbie’s sleeper hold. Facing the prospect of losing her tag partner, she decided to break her rib cracking scissor hold, subduing Emma with a straight right hand to the face, and she set out to help her aunt with Debbie. Neon green painted nails flashed across Debbie’s face with a nasty eye rake before she delivered a harsh right hand to Debbie’s left breast, flattening it there against her chest.

Debbie moaned as Kat pulled her off the sofa, straight into a knee lift to the breasts, and as Debbie groaned in pain from that, she lifted her, waiting for her aunt to kneel so that she could drop her across her knee in a back breaker. Debbie howled with pain now as Helen wrapped her up in a tight body scissor down on the mat, her thick thighs cutting into Debbie’s body while she sunk her nails into Debbie’s breasts. Trouble for Debbie, but Kat was about to pay for her intervention as Emma was waiting on her as she returned to grab her auburn hair. A straight punch to the crotch stunned Kat, her hands going to her womanhood in surprise, and Emma stunned her again with a hard uppercut to the underside of her breasts that dropped her on her backside on the mats. Now Emma made good on her earlier promise to rip some of that sexy neon green lingerie from Kat’s body as she grabbed the side of her panties, quickly ripping them into a wedgie, She kept the pressure up as she felt the thong starting to rip, Kat shrieking in pain as the fabric cut into her, finally coming away in Emma’s hand with a loud ripping sound. ‘Come on baby, fight back!’ Rebecca implored from the sidelines now, trying to encourage Kat to get back into the fight. Emma had that look in her eye though as she lashed a kick into the blonde’s breasts that suggested Kat wouldn’t be getting back into this fight anytime soon. Debbie shrieked with pain across the mats as Helen started to punish her tits with increasing enthusiasm too, nails sunk in deep as she mauled and tore at her sensitive breasts.

Emma decided the best approach here was to keep the pressure up on Kat now though, unclasping the blonde’s bra, telling her ‘shame this is only big enough for little girl tits bitch, it would look good on me!’ as she grabbed her hair. Forced to her knees, Kat had to eat a right hand to the face as Emma worked her over, lifting and body slamming the younger blonde at the centre of the mats. Debbie’s shrieks of pain from the tit mauling she was suffering at Helen’s hands intensified too, both hands now tearing at her right breast with an intensity that threatened to put the brunette away. ‘Give up bitch, or I’ll rip your tits off!’ Helen told Debbie who grimly held on. Emma pulled Kat away from the mats by the hair, the blonde’s unclasped bra hanging vaguely in place for a moment until Emma lifted her to slam again. That impact finally proved too much for Kat’s bra as she arched her back in pain; across the mats, Debbie groaned loudly in pain as Helen slammed her heels into her crotch while she still tortured her tits. She gamely hung in there as the match now seemed to have become a straight contest to see if Emma or Helen could force a submission first.

Emma had something in mind for Kat, spreading her legs and delivering a knee drop to the crotch that had Kat howling in pain. No escape for her either as Emma quickly grabbed her ankles again, turning her over and in to a single leg boston crab that immediately had her in trouble. Across the mats though, Helen had now slipped one arm across Debbie’s throat in a choke while she still worked on her right breast too. Debbie had reached back for a handful of hair that wasn’t exactly helping any as she faded fast. Emma went for her favoured accompaniment to the single leg boston crab now as she trapped Kat in a vicious crotch claw, drawing shrieks of pain from the ailing blonde. Both trapped fighters moaned and groaned in pain, both dominant women implored them to submit, desperate to secure that 2 on 1 advantage for their team. Kat clawed at that mats, hoping somehow to pull herself to safety in some way as Debbie pulled fruitlessly at her aunt’s blonde hair across the room. And then the room was filled with the sound of a gasp of pain, followed by ‘I submit!’; Emma released Kat, looking delighted to have secured the opening submission of the match and quickly looked to help Debbie only to find Helen looking equally satisfied herself. Both women had secured a submission, more or less simultaneously; the fight would be settled one on one between Helen and Kat, but there was a moment of truce as each woman helped their tag team partner from the mats to the sofas on either side of the room. There, both Kat and Debbie would strip naked in line with the rules to watch the rest of the match, before hoping to be on the right end of the end of fight punishment round.

Now, it was just Emma and Helen left on the mats, the two women circling each other hungrily as they prepared to rejoin the battle. ‘You ready for this bitch?’ Helen taunted Emma, warning her ‘I’m going to beat you and fuck you hard again!’

‘Not this time bitch’ Emma shot back, ‘you’re mine and then I’m taking my prize out of your niece’s cute little ass!’

The blue touch paper was well and truly lit, both ladies rushing into each other, a tangle of blonde and auburn hair, hands slapping and pulling at bare flesh, snarling insults in each other’s faces as they looked to gain the upper hand. No obvious advantage to either and Helen looked to break away only to find Emma’s hand still wrapped in her hair and a snap kick to the stomach put the blonde in a little bit of trouble. Emma chopped her down to her knees with a right hand to the jaw, before she used a knee ploughed into Helen’s body, straight between the breasts, to knock her on to her back. Emma’s follow up was less devastating though, rather than another attack, she preferred to remove Helen’s crimson coloured lace bralette, evening up the situation to leave both women topless. The she went for the hair, pulling the blonde to her feet, only to be surprised by a straight fingered thrust to the underside of the breasts. Putting Emma on the back foot for a moment, and allowing her to regain her feet unmolested. Again, they circled, jousting with slaps to the body and a couple of attempted hair grabs that failed as the intended recipient of them was just able to whip their hair out of the way in time.

‘Get the bitch Emma’ Debbie encouraged from the sidelines, prompting Kat to shoot back ‘shut it old lady; get her Auntie H!’ from the other side of the room. Helen struck with the next telling blow as she snaked out her right leg, hooking it behind Emma’s left ankle so that a swift push to the chest put Emma on her backside. Now it took another kick across the breasts to flatten Emma to the mat, and it was advantage to the blonde who stomped Emma brutally in the stomach, causing her to gag for air as Kat cheered Helen on. Immediately, the blonde peeled Emma from the mats with a liberal handful of her flowing auburn hair to keep her bent forward at the waist so she could use two knee lifts to the chest as she sent Emma back to the mat groaning in pain. Stopping to exchange a high five with Kat, Helen launched herself at Emma with a flying full body splash, only to find Emma rolling clear on instinct, at Helen met nothing but mat as she landed hard.

Helen was winded by landing heavily on the mat and Emma struggled her way to her feet, intent on making the blonde’s situation instantly worse. Grabbing Helen by the ankles, the blonde was instantly fearing being put in the single leg boston crab; instead, Emma contented herself by putting Helen into something of a wheel barrow position. She sent a kick in low, borderline whether it landed in Helen’s belly or crotch, but either way it was effective, drawing a loud moan of pain from the blonde as Emma’s foot landed. Emma maintained the position too, liking what she has seen so far and quickly repeating the dose with relish before releasing the blonde’s legs, letting her roll across the mats, clutching herself in pain. Emma looked confident, catching up with Helen and surprising her with a knee drop to the lower back, drawing a scream of pain from the blonde. Helen was in trouble, Emma kneeling on her back and hastily arranging her hair into an impromptu pony tail so that she could use it to pull Helen’s head and chest harshly clear of the mat. Helen cried out in pain; Emma reached back, grabbing the back of her crimson lace thong, wrenching it harshly into a wedgie to further punish the blonde. ‘Submit bitch?’ Emma enquired, despite it being early in the deciding round, she knew she had Helen in some trouble. The strained reply from the blonde catfighter of ‘fuck……off!’, delivered through teeth gritted against the pain, showed that while Helen was in some trouble, she was also some way off being done just yet.

Emma didn’t miss a beat, not having really expected Helen to give up just yet, and she hastily ripped the blonde’s thong in the wedgie attack before using the hair to pull Helen from the mat. She positioned Helen in front of her, facing away from Emma who gripped her hair tightly before delivering a headbutt to the back of her head. That set Helen on slightly wobbly legs before Emma spun her around and quickly lifted her into a body slam, lifting the blonde with some ease to plant her hard in the centre of the mats. Helen was in some trouble, there was no doubt, but she was also a tough, resourceful lady who took advantage of Emma looking to lift her by the hair again to ram her elbow hard into Emma’s stomach, putting paid to the momentum that Emma was building in the fight. Helen now removed her useless, ripped, crimson thong from where it had got trapped behind her suspender belt, and throwing it at Emma who was on one knee, she dived after her, looking to take advantage of the distraction as she tackled Emma to the mat.

Now the fight was down and dirty on the mats as Helen lay on top of Emma, one hand tightly gripping her auburn hair, the other just as tightly gripping breast. She had her knee squarely in Emma’s pussy too, causing plenty of problems for my wife who replied with a handful of hair of her own and a set of sharp nails dug into Helen’s ass. Both women groaned as they were locked into that position, not rolling in a cat ball though, Emma very firmly pinned by the busty blonde who drew a shriek as she twisted her nails cruelly in Emma’s breast. Then, just as Emma was bracing herself for another round of mauling, she switched tactic, cracking five, rapid-fire slaps off Emma’s face to give her a different problem. Helen manipulated Emma’s head by her tight grip of the hair, forcing her cheek to the mat before now landing another, heavier handed slap to the presented cheek before keeping her hand there to harshly press Emma’s face to the mat. She drove her knee up into the crotch again now, bringing a look of pain to Emma’s eyes as it connected. Helen was on top and in control she thought, but Emma was quick to test her body with some solid punches swung into the rib cage now. Both women were forced to take it by the other, lying body to body, down on the mats as the match continued, the room filled by the pained sounds of high-quality female combat.

Even the watching women had grown quiet, no longer shouting encouragement as they became increasingly enthralled by the struggle taking place in front of them. A punch from Emma struck home in Helen’s rib cage, the dull thud of knuckle on body quickly followed by a groan from Helen, clearly audible in the now quiet room. That gave way quickly to the sharper sound of a slap to the face from Helen, cracking off Emma’s cheek before Emma shrieked in pain as she blonde surprised her again, but switching to a double breast maul. Emma cried out in pain as Helen’s nails dug into her sensitive breasts, testing her will to keep fighting, but in switching to the double breast maul, Helen had left herself undefended as Emma went to her hair with her left hand. Emma pushed hard, forcing Helen’s face down towards her, and as she did so, she stunned her with a right hand to the jaw, sending Helen rolling off her to the mat. Emma completed her escape with a kick lashed out from the floor to catch her flush in the breasts, sending her rolling across the mats, clutching her chest in pain.

Emma looked to keep the pace deliberate and slow now, both women feeling the effort that they’d put into the match. As Helen started to get to her knees, Emma caught her with another hard kick into the breasts, dropping her flat on her stomach on the mat, and she followed up with an elbow drop around the back of the head. Down on the mat, she immediately secured a side headlock that quickly turned into something more of a choke with Helen’s righthand immediately going to Emma’s right arm that had slipped in dangerously around her throat. Again though, Emma switched up, breaking the headlock and grabbing Helen’s hair to slam her face into the mat hard. That had the effect of stunning the blonde, and it was Emma looking in charge as she got to her feet, holding a handful of Helen’s blonde hair to slowly force the blonde to join her on her feet. Emma teed off now with a big forearm smash to the chest that knocked Helen off balance, sending her reeling to land on the sofa where a naked Debbie sat watching the action.

‘You stay out of it bitch!’ Kat shot from across the room at Debbie who fired back, telling her to ‘shut it you little tart and get ready for your fucking. She doesn’t need my help!’

Emma followed up, looking to make good on Debbie’s confidence, as she moved in to deliver a flying splash right there on the sofa. Instead, Helen raised her knees, bracing them to sink them into Emma’s body to wind her, and the fight was back into the balance as Helen squirmed out from beneath a heavy breathing Emma who was trying to catch her breath. Helen was tiring too, but she wanted to quickly secure the upper hand and get back on top of Emma in the match. She used a handful of hair to quickly slam Emma’s face into the lightly padded arm of the sofa before flipping her on to her back, head on that sofa arm, and the blonde immediately took up a position sat right on Emma’s face. Already stripped of her thong, Helen’s naked facesit was hardly what Emma had in mind moments earlier when she had lunged at her, and as the blonde grabbed Emma’s hair to make sure that she pulled Emma’s face deep into her crotch, I fancied that might be it. Trapped in a perilous position and unable to get much leverage as she tried to bridge and dislodge Helen, Emma seemed to be struggling. Then Helen let out a surprised moan as Emma tested her in a way that she’d not really anticipated as her tongue flicked hungrily, testing Helen’s womanhood, surprising her totally as she seemed to be taking the contest in a different direction. It was only a momentary distraction however, relaxing Helen just enough to allow Emma to bridge as hard as she could and send her sprawling off the sofa to the mat untidily, Emma moved quickly now, getting off the sofa by stepping on Helen’s stomach, drawing a groan from the blonde, before she looked to up the ante.

Spreading Helen’s legs, Emma delivered a falling head butt to the crotch, quickly shrugging off Helen’s instinctive but weak attempt to trap her in a head scissors. Instead, Helen found Emma able to trap her in a stomach claw, her strong fingers and nails testing Helen’s resistance, deep into a tough contest. The blonde growled in pain as Emma got to work on her before, quickly switching tactics, she surprised her with a hard double fisted blow to the pit of the stomach. As Helen bemoaned that cruel blow, she found herself stunned with a harsh right hand to the jaw, putting her flat out on the mat on her back. Again now, Emma spread Helen’s legs, quickly returning her to her senses with a knee drop the pussy, the blonde fighter’s scream of pain filling the room as Emma started to look increasingly confident of victory. Now she stood over Helen who writhed on the mat in pain, and slowly and suggestively, removed her own teal coloured thong, throwing it onto the sofa as she looked down at Helen. ‘Now bitch’ she taunted the blonde ‘what was it you had in mind for me? Was it this?’ she asked, dropping down in to a harshly applied, heavy face sit. Like Helen, she used the hair to secure the hold, pulling Helen’s face tightly into her pussy smother. Then she reached back, starting to punch the blonde hard in the stomach, the breasts, even sending one into the crotch, quickly starting to beat the fight out of Helen.

As she sunk her nails into the blonde’s left breast, Helen’s cry of pain was muffled by Emma’s crotch on her face. Looking down at the top of her head, Emma asked her ‘submit bitch?’ adding ‘ready for your fucking now?’ as she awaited her answer.

‘Mmmmfffff!’ was about all we could hear from off the mats as Emma hammered her with another punch to the body.

‘Do you submit bitch?’ Emma asked again, shaking her hips in time with each word as she rubbed her superiority, and her pussy, in Helen’s face. Another punch to the body followed, and then Helen swung her legs up, trying to get them round Emma. A final mistake as it turned out, Emma grabbing her legs and folding her up now to add to the problems Helen was suffering. Then Emma simply settled in, knowing that a submission was inevitably coming from the tough blonde. It was simply a matter of time, everyone in the room knew it, as Debbie crossed the room to lead Kat back to her own sofa by the hair, pushing the blonde down in a seated position before she straddled her lap and started to kiss the younger blonde heavily. On the mats, the final act of the match was into it’s last throes; Helen struggling mightily beneath Emma but to no avail as Emma again shook her hips, rubbing her pussy on Helen’s face. ‘Do you give the match up bitch?’ she asked Helen as she did so. ‘Mmmmffff…...mmmmmmmm……mmmfffggghhh!’ was what we could make out of Helen’s reply but with the help of some sign language, or at least Helen frantically tapping the mat, I fathomed that actually translated as ‘yes, I submit!’

‘Good!’ Emma smiled down at the blonde, shifting back slightly to allow Helen to gulp in some much-needed air. ‘Now you can eat me!’ she commanded Helen, who waited only the briefest of moments before her tongue started to hungrily search Emma’s pussy, sending a shudder of pleasure through my wife’s body almost immediately. While Emma let out a moan, enjoying the attention that Helen was lavishing on her, on the sofa, Debbie was bearing down on Kat, her tongue plunged inside the blonde’s mouth while her fingers were playing over the flustered blonde’s breasts. Kat whined in surprise and pleasure as Debbie’s fingers moved further south, playing sensually across her belly while Emma moaned in the beginnings of ecstasy down on the mat as Helen’s tongue continued to work expertly inside her. Debbie drew a moan of increasing urgency as she got her fingers in to Kat’s pussy now, and she quickly plunged her breasts in to Kat’s face, starting to smother the blonde. I spotted Rebecca starting to move over on the other sofa, perhaps looking a little like she was going to interfere in the action, so I elected to join her over there now, surprising her as this time, I snapped a body scissor around her waist to keep her out of the action.

‘Leave it to the ladies on the mat, remember?’ I told her, adding ‘that was pretty much what you told me last time wasn’t it?’ I asked as she struggled for a moment against my scissor hold. Then she kind of accepted it, while Emma moved her position further forward as she cried out in orgasm, cumming on Helen’s face before she sat on it, starting to smother the ailing blonde once more. Debbie meanwhile had Kat panting and screaming in time with her fingers, albeit the sounds muffled by her breasts firmly planted in the younger blondes; face. Both blondes were weakening in the smother’s and Debbie could feel Kat’s body shuddering with pleasure against her as she came loudly. Both blondes grew increasingly weak in the smother holds, and now, Debbie and Emma had them exactly where they wanted them for their planned finale.

Both groggy, but neither completely out, the blondes were still pliant as Emma and Debbie positioned both face down, ass up, on the mats, facing each other so that their faces were practically touching. Debbie spanked both women’s asses lightly while Emma quickly put on her strap on, coming back to the mat and bringing a vibrator with her which she threw to Debbie. Now Emma and Debbie switched their focus; Emma dropped to her knees behind Kat, wrapping a strong arm around the blonde’s stomach as she started to tease her pussy with the tip of the strap on for a moment. Debbie was straight to the point with Helen however, grabbing the blonde’s hair to control her before she violated her with the vibrator, only switching it on when she was content that it was positioned as she wanted it in Helen’s pussy. At the same time, Emma thrust the strap on deep into Kat’s pussy, sticking a finger up the screaming blonde’s ass for good measure as she quickly brought her back to her senses. Debbie’s work with the vibrator had the same impact on Helen, and now aunt and niece locked eyes in solidarity as they both moaned and screamed while increasing waved of pleasure tore through their bodies.

Helen reached out to grab Kat’s hand, supporting her further as Emma took the finger from her ass and started to slam her body against the blonde’s with increasing fervour until she heard Kat scream out in orgasm. Helen was more or less there too, the slaps of Debbie’s hand across her ass helping to quickly finish her off too as both aunt and niece reached almost simultaneous, and definitely loud, orgasms on their own wrestling mats. It was just down to Debbie and Emma to finish the punishment when they were satisfied, something neither was just yet as each moved to smother their chosen target with heavy face sitting once again, to put both women out on the mats fairly quickly before the set about their final humiliation. Emma removed the strap on and placed it on Helen’s mouth, while Debbie did the same with the vibrator on Kat’s mouth, to make sure that each woman would taste the other when they came round.

‘They’re all yours’ I told Rebecca, releasing the scissor hold and letting her go to tend to her team, while I left the room with Debbie and Emma who were delighted with their victory in this rematch. A little while later, there were no hard feelings between the two teams as they met back in the lounge. Kat and Helen were more than a little sore from their defeat, but otherwise in good spirits, prepared to admit that Debbie and Emma had done a job on them ‘this time’. There were the usual vague noises of a rematch between the two teams; I also noticed Rebecca looking on at Emma with some fairly thinly veiled fire in her eyes, following Emma’s treatment of her daughter in the aftermath. I was also fairly sure that if Rebecca wanted to take that further, then Emma would be more than happy to oblige her….