Sister Act.
So the scheming little bitch had got her way.
Blackmailing me so I had to go to her house because she wanted my body. Ok so perhaps I wanted hers too, just a little bit.
We ended up wrestling, then making love and, as much as it hurts to admit, she was fucking awesome.
Now dear reader I am fairly wise when it comes to the ladies, twice married, three kids, many affairs and even more one night stands…yes that makes me some sort of bastard I guess, but can I help it if they keep throwing themselves at me.
Must be my unending charm, razor-like wit and rugged good looks!
Of course I am much older than this little bitch and after I had given her a good beating in the ring, followed by some hot sex I was knackered. On the other hand she still had a lot of stamina and took advantage of my exhausted body and wrapped me into a sleeper hold with a body scissors, I was out like a light……
I must have been out for a few minutes, when I came round the bitch, Gemma, was laying on her side next to my prone body, propped up on one arm smiling that sweet innocent smile.
It was painful to take deep breaths due to the crushing she had given my throat coupled with the squeezing my chest had experienced.
“Welcome back Duke” she whispered.
“Fuck you bitch” I replied
“Oh don’t be angry, I just couldn’t resist it and you did beat me so I needed to get my own back” she said before going on “Did you enjoy me Duke?”
I desperately wanted to say no, perhaps to get my own back, but as usual my cock answered for me and as it sprang to attention she laughed. Shit she is so hot.
So in total defeat I rolled onto my side, pulled her close and kissed her long, hard and deep.
It didn’t take long for our bodies to entwine, writhing in unison, mad with lust. Passionate kisses, soft gentle hands moving sensuously over each others bodies. Her hard nipples pressing into my muscled pecs, her toned thighs wrapping around my solid waist, her firm abs caressing my washboard stomach.
Suddenly she pulled away and slapped my face hard, I looked at her shocked, what had I done.
A brief smile touched her lips “No pleasure without pain Duke, don’t forget it” she hissed as she sat up on my thighs sending a fist into the aforementioned stomach.
“You two-faced whore” I yelled as I swung my hand towards her face. Too fast for me she grabbed my arm, rolled sideways and twisted my wrist until I was face down, then locking the arm in place with her legs, which, incidentally, hurt like fuck, she thrust her hands under me and grabbed my cock and balls.
The cock was massaged with such skill I thought I would explode in seconds but the balls were so violently twisted that I thought I would pass out with pain. Fucking hell I couldn’t move. Releasing my balls she said “Duke will you stay with me for the weekend?”
Even though my arm was being twisted and hurting the pleasure from her hands round the front was too much, this girl was so experienced and as you will guess my head was overruled by my cock, as usual, and I heard myself saying “Yes of course I will”.
An immediate release was my reward and as I rolled onto my back, rubbing my damaged wrist, she was down on me again for the most sensational sex I could remember. If you want the details of this you will have to ask her, I just want the memory for me alone.
The rest of the weekend passed in a blur of microwave meals, sex and sleep. Not necessarily in that order. The meals and sleep only serving to re-charge our bodies for the most amazing sexual treats one can imagine. I like to think she learned a few things from me, and I’m damn sure I learned some from her.
I had to leave her on Sunday night, I had work the next morning and my old body needed rest.
Working away all the next week I promised to go back on Friday evening and stay for the weekend again. Gemma told me there would be a special surprise for me when I got back.
The whole week was a drag, working in Scotland and then London on call 24 hours for the five days, and all I could think of was her. Was this love?….No…It was downright lust. The cute little smile, the shit hot body, the insatiable stamina and the yearning desire. A whole week with a hard on and no one to share it with.
The door was flung open as I pulled into her drive on the Friday evening and she was in my arms before I was out of the car, kissing me and tearing at my clothes. Oh fuck will I survive another weekend?
“Come on” she urges as she pulls me towards the gym “ I so need a fight , and I have a nice surprise for you” she continues. Then, stopping in her tracks, “You look tired, you’re working too hard so you can rest a while and watch”
I look at her, confused “Watch what?” I start as I’m pulled into the gym and faced with Gemma’s half sister, Jonica, who is in the ring in a black micro bikini and matching boots.
Ok I was hard from my greeting, now I’m rock solid.
I haven’t seen Joni since I was on the protection team for her some while ago. Her body looks more toned and fit and whereas Gemma is all Rock Chick, Joni is ‘The girl next door’. Except I never had a girl this hot next door to me. She is gorgeous.
Gemma shrugs out of her gown to reveal her red string bikini and red boots and is in the ring, they both look at me and smile. Fuck they are going to fight each other just for me. I’m gonna die, my fucking cock will just explode and my whole body will go with it.
What a way to go !!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Don’t just stand there Duke, we need you to referee” drawls Joni in that sexy American voice as she parts the ropes with one foot and one hand for me to enter.
Not needing a second invitation I slip off my jacket and shoes and get in the ring With the two girls facing each other I start to outline the rules but hardly emit a word as Gemma lashes out a foot and catches Joni on the side of her ribs.
Staggering sideways holding her ribs she looks at Gemma “You fucking cheating cxnt” she explodes as she charges forward and spears Gemma’s toned stomach with her shoulder forcing her back into the corner. Joni grabs the middle ropes and rams her shoulder into Gemma over and over. Gemma slumps in the corner and I move in and pull Joni off, forcing her to break the hold. Turning to me she lashes out and slaps my face hard, snapping my head to one side.
“Fuck Joni what are you doing?” I query. She takes a deep breath and looks at me “Sorry Duke got carried away, it normally happens when I fight Gemma”
“Well lets keep it a bit more low key” I offer
By this time Gemma is up and they circle each other, Gemma slightly bigger, both exceptionally fit and fast and I think Joni has a technical edge over her younger sister.
They lock up for a while, testing each other until Joni drops her shoulder and twists out holding Gemma’s right wrist in a wrist lock, twisting it violently and pulling down she takes Gemma to her knees, Gemma’s mouth opens wide as she groans in pain.
All I can think is that while she is on her knees with her mouth open I could have some fun, damn Duke concentrate on the fight.
Joni takes her to the floor twisting the whole arm and wrenching the shoulder before slamming the arm between those wonderful legs leaving her hands free to lock Gemma’s chin and twist that too.
“ARRGGHHH FUCK YOU BITCH AGGGHHH NOOOOOO” is Gemma’s response.
“Gemma you want to give” I ask, taking my role seriously
“Fuck off Duke” she replies, which I took as a no then.
Yelling in pain as the arm and shoulder are twisted one way while the chin is turned the other Gemma manages to focus and reach out for the ropes and I have to force Joni to break again.
They get up, Gemma more slowly but eyeing her sister cautiously and rubbing her tortured shoulder. Joni goes in fast again but Gemma is ready, side steps and plants a knee into Joni’s stomach, as she doubles over a double handed chop hits her on the top of the back sending her sprawling into the middle of the ring.
Gemma is on her back in a flash and hooks her into a camel clutch. Joni screams with a mixture of pain and anger, then with surprising strength pushes up and locks her back to ease the agony. Gemma stands the slams her arse hard into Joni’s back and steps away.
They are both up again quickly and circle each other, as they go round there is a point when Joni crosses in front of me so I can’t see Gemma, so I can’t be sure exactly what happened. I saw Joni duck and at the same time realised Gemma’s feet were heading my way as she flew through the air with a drop kick.
Before I could take avoiding action my head snapped back as one foot hit my jaw and my chest exploded as the other foot hit me there.
I cannoned into the corner post unsure of which bit hurt the most and slumped to the floor. I was only out for a few seconds but dazed enough not to be able to get up, the site that greeted me was the girls slapping and punching each other in the middle of the ring whilst using some very choice language in a verbal fight.
Then Gemma grabbed Joni’s top and ripped it off, Joni reciprocated.
I think I’ll just stay here a while longer, this is developing nicely I thought, one particular part of me feeling much more lively than the rest.
The punches were getting harder but were all body stuff, the slaps were reddening both faces and the air was blue.
Then a hard punch to Joni’s midsection doubled her over and Gemma picked her up in a crutch hold and slammed her down, then bouncing off the ropes dropped an elbow where Joni’s head was, only Joni had rolled away and Gemma hit the canvas.
Both girls seemed oblivious to the pain and were up, Gemma grabbed Joni by the arm and whipped her into the ropes, I watched in awe as they criss-crossed a couple of times, these girls were fit and had some stamina. They had been fighting hard for a while now.
As they stormed towards each other they connected in a loud sort of crunching slap as an arm from each of them clothes-lined the other girl. It was almost slow motion as their heads kept travelling forward while their bodies snapped back the other way and almost in a synchronised flying motion both of them arched high and smashed back first onto the canvas.
Silence.
Neither of them moved, I was up quickly they were both out cold. I ceremoniously counted to 10 and declared a draw then sat them up applying a slap to both of them, which I kind of enjoyed, to bring them back to the real world.
Sitting propped against the ropes they looked up at me as I stared down at them, “A draw I think” was the only response I could come up with.
I didn’t like the way they were looking at me, they glanced at each other, it looked like they had some sort of sixth sense, each knowing what the other was thinking. They both started moving, getting up together, four eyes locked onto me.
My heart sank I realised I was in for a hard time as they inched across the ring in my direction.
Thanks Joni and Gemma for letting me 'play' with you.
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