Oh Gemma! Why? (A follow on from Sister Act 3)
The morning came quickly after the latest fights with Gemma and Joni. I had to shower, dress and leave early to get to some emergency that was occurring at work.
I left Gemma a note and promised to call later as she was fast asleep when I left. My head was in a whirl following the events of the night before and my body just needed rest. However when ’The Firm’ calls I have to go and perform for them.
It was about 4pm by the time I called Gemma and she was not in a good mood. Apparently her and Joni had done some sparring in Gemma’s gym before Joni left to return to the States. There had been some teasing about the night before and Gemma had got angry. Joni was, of course, her usual cool self and gave Gemma a real hard time in the ring.
By the time I got round to the call she was steaming and it seemed like everything was my fault. I promised to go and see her when I finished work.
Pulling in her driveway about 8pm there was a strange car in the driveway. She was at the door before I was out of the car, all smiles and looking very pleased with herself. I was immediately nervous.
Hey Duke I’m glad you are here I got some real fun lined up. I looked at the car and then at her enquiring “What’s going on Gemma?, I am not walking into a set up here”.
“It’s ok Duke” she was confirming as a man appeared at her shoulder “This is Dan, he’s an old friend”
I was shaking hands with a 6’ tall guy who looked about 25, and, judging from the bulges in his tight tee shirt, obviously worked out and weighed around 210 lbs. His tanned face was sheltered beneath short fair hair and he had those annoying good looks that made me wanna thump him.
Gemma continued “Dan does a bit of fighting down the gym and I thought we might have a tag match”
“Er don’t we need four people for that?” I enquired, secretly hoping that would put an end to the idea.
The smile Gemma gave me was like an alarm going off. “What are you planning you scheming little bitch?” I growled, somewhat playfully. She was obviously enjoying herself and that always led to trouble.
We went through to her gym and there in the ring was Soraya.
Now I hadn’t seen Soraya for around a year. Her superbly toned 5’ 8’’ frame looked fantastic as she stood there dressed in a brief black bikini. Blond hair framed a beautiful face that looked pleased to see me, and oh those legs, long, shapely and lethal.
Soraya works for ‘The Firm’ and I did her initial training, we got on well and then had an affair. Ok she is over twenty years younger than me, but I have this reputation, and I don’t look bad for my age. My wife found out and another divorce was started.
I was sure she wanted me there and then. ‘Duke you really are a bastard’ I thought even though I was smiling inside.
The immediate bulge in my jeans gave a way my feelings. Soraya laughed out loud “Same old Duke I see” she said in that raspy sexy voice. Oh shit she was hot.
Going over to the ring I slipped through the ropes and went to hug her, she jumped into my arms wrapped her long legs around my waist and planted her lips on mine. Yep she was pleased to see me. I caught site of Gemma from the corner of my eye and she did not looked pleased. Well fuck her I thought she set this up.
By the time I reluctantly peeled her off me Gemma was wearing her red bikini and looking so angry. Dan had slipped into some white trunks which showed off his tan even more (the bastard). I looked at Soraya she was also very tanned and my mind flashed back to those hot times we’d had for a spell that was too brief. I wanted to ask so much but was stopped from doing so as Gemma snapped “You better get changed Duke” with real annoyance in her voice.
I thought I had not better upset her any further so with a wink towards Soraya I moved towards the changing area at the back of the room as Gemma continued “ It’s gonna be me and Duke against Dan and Soraya” with a real defiant edge to her voice.
Thinking I had not better question this I was trying to get my head around how I was going to fight Soraya, I just wanted to fuck her. ‘Shit Duke get your head together’ I thought. Then there was Mr. Muscles out there he looked a tough guy.
Fuck I’m getting too old for this.
Gemma had thoughtfully laid out my black square cuts and when I returned they were all warming up. Now this was a sight to behold, no I wasn’t looking at Dan, I was enjoying the rivalry between the girls.
Stretches, flexes and flesh everywhere. (Please miss can I just watch, I ain‘t getting too old for this).
I did a few half hearted stretches trying my best to contain the monster in my square cuts before Gemma ordered us to the ring. What a bossy bitch this little Rock Chick is I think. With just a glare she makes it quite obvious I am to remain outside the ring and she is going to start against Soraya.
The last time I saw Soraya in action was at work. I had done some self defence training with her and I remember her as feisty, tough and very determined, with lethal legs if they get around you. At 140lbs Soraya had about 30lbs weight advantage over Gemma who was about 5” shorter. I know she is one helluva fighter though.
They circle each other then jump forward and lock up. Soraya uses her size advantage to twist and come out holding Gemma’s right wrist and as she twists sends her foot into the smaller girls abs hard and deep. The winded Gemma then drops to her knees, the wrist lock still applied which is now wrenching the shoulder as well. “ARRRGGGHHH FUCK” she emits whilst slowly getting back to her feet, only to find herself whipped across the ring for a posting.
Hey Soraya’s pretty good I smile to myself. Fuck I need to encourage Gemma here she is my tag partner, well and my current bed partner too I guess.
As Gemma slumps against the post Soraya is on her with a knee to the abs, then pulling her upright sends a wicked chop across her chest, and again, and again. Shit my partners getting hammered. Gemma’s head is thrust under Soraya’s arm, the bikini grabbed and Gemma is hoisted high for a vicious suplex, from which she bounces quite high and arches her back in pain.
Soraya tags Dan. The big guy reaches down and pulls my partner up taking her small frame in a crutch hold before slamming her violently to the canvas. “Fuck, you bastard” I yell as I see how hard she hit’s the floor, and before he can reply I’m in the ring spearing his muscular frame against his own corner post. I grab the middle ropes and slam my shoulder into him again and again with real rage before I feel the pain as Soraya hit’s the small of my back with a big hard chop.
Dropping to my knees I see Dan is winded and slumped in the corner and start to turn towards Soraya, but she is quick and a bare foot connects with my jaw and sends me sprawling across the ring as she shouts “Get the fuck out of the ring Duke, it’s Gemma and Dan”. Shit she is really up for this and I wonder why.
Looking across at Gemma she is already getting up so I retreat as does Soraya. Dan is still down in the corner where I left him. Gemma is fired up, that’s obvious as she slams her knee into his chest, then kicks him in the balls. The squealy sort of groan that leaves his lips confirm his pain and my small demonic partner musters magnificent strength as she drags him across the ring to our corner where she stands on his throat to tag me.
As I step into the ring and start to lift the young man to his feet Gemma, instead of leaving the ring, walks over and starts to taunt Soraya. They are shouting face to face until Gemma sends a fist into Soraya’s abs and she drops to the floor. At the same time I have pulled Dan up and hit him with a forearm then I whip him into the ropes. As he bounces off I go for a clothes line but he sees it coming and ducks, then, bouncing off the other ropes as I turn he flies through the air hitting me with a clothesline. His muscled arm like a steel bar. My head, realising my body has gone the other way, snaps back into place with a display of fireworks in my eyes.
During this time the girls are fighting outside the ring, and my last vision as I went down was Gemma hurtling towards the floor as Soraya slammed her. This is not going well and I have taken a real dislike to Mr. Muscles.
My hair is being pulled out by the roots and I realise I am being hauled upright but before I can focus fully my head is rammed into the corner post and I slump forwards. Powerful arms spin me round so I am backed against the post and I am held there by the throat, gasping for air. As the big bastard releases me my head is immediately crushed from an unknown source.
Soraya has climbed onto the post from outside the ring and wrapped those lethal legs around me, squeezing until I almost black out.
Having released me I drop to the floor as she jumps down, puts my head between her thighs and squeezes again. I can’t breath. Grabbing her ankles in a desperate move I try to prise her legs apart but her strength is amazing. So I start to stand.
As I do things start to happen, and it all seems in slow motion. Gemma is outside the ring but has come up behind Dan, grabs his ankles and tips him forward so his throat hit’s the top rope, his weight dragging him down hard and fast.
Now standing up with Soraya still fastened to my head I try to remove her, but she slides down my back and with a sort of half somersault lands on her feet behind me. I am momentarily distracted by the antics going on outside the ring where Gemma has just somersaulted from the top of the corner post onto Dan’s outstretched body. The involuntary jolt that his body gave suggested sheer pain, but Gemma was unforgiving as she started a series of punches to his head and chest.
I only saw the start of these punches but could hear them continue as Soraya drop kicked me from behind and I went down like a lead balloon. Then, rolling me onto my back, she sent a knee into my chest. I was breathing hard and feeling a fair bit of pain.
Why did I start by thinking that I couldn’t fight her? And why was she fighting in such an aggressive way?
A back elbow to my abs and a straight leg across my throat left me in more trouble. It was then I felt those long, toned, lethal legs slip between mine and start to force them apart as her hands took my arms above my head and I realised I was firmly in a grapevine. Fuck it hurt already.
Then, with some surprise, I found Soraya grinding her hips into my crutch, her breath on my cheek as she moved her mouth into my neck and started to kiss me, nibbling my ears, nuzzling into my neck. The pain seemed to go and my cock started to become alert. Her young firm body moved softly on top of me as her mouth sort mine and she teased my lips with her tongue. Just to remind me she pushed her legs wider and a pain shot through me, she smiled, I melted and her tongue dived into my mouth and entwined itself on my tongue.
Oh wow Duke you’ve hit the jackpot.
My eyes closed in anticipation, my cock swelled in anticipation, and as my heart beat faster in anticipation the side of my head received a hard kick and Soraya was wrenched from above. Opening my eyes I saw Gemma with two hands full of Soraya’s hair as she threw the bigger girl across the ring. Then bending her legs she gain an impressive height before landing her knees on my chest and throat.
Gasping for breath and in real pain my body couldn’t react before it received a severe blow from her foot to it’s manhood. I curled with pain my eyes watering, clutching my cock and balls and heard something like “ Duke you are such a fucking prick, you bastard, you cxnt” as Gemma unleashed a verbal assault on me before turning on Soraya.
In fairness she had a point, in my defence she set this up, in honesty Soraya is hot and my cock knows it.
However, things didn’t go Gemma’s way, Soraya was up quickly and grabbed Gemma in a bear hug. It’s a shame she didn’t know this Rock Chick does not play by the rules, she fights dirty. A head butt hit the tall girl right on the nose and blood shot forth. The bear hug was dropped and Gemma seized her opportunity. Her fist was buried deep in Soraya’s abs and as she bent over a axe handle chop sent her to the canvas, face down. A split second saw her in a very painful camel clutch, and with blood running into her mouth and dripping from her chin she was gasping for air.
Every move I made hurt from the kick but I struggled to my feet to go and help Soraya.
Okay so Gemma was on my team but she was really hurting the girl, but as I bent to remove her movement from my left caused me to turn and I saw Dan just in time to know that he was going to put a knee into my gut. It combined with the pain I already had and sent stars bursting through my head.
I was then being pulled to my feet, and could see Soraya was still in trouble, held firm in the camel clutch.
Mr. fucking Muscles lifted me with ease and I was travelling south head first into the canvas for a mind blowing pile driver. I was out.
When my head started to clear and the focus returned to my eyes I could feel a weight on my body. Sitting up slowly I saw Soraya was draped on top of me, dried blood covering her face and some of it on my chest. As I moved it stirred her into action and she sat up looking really groggy. I helped her up and we went to the shower where I left her to get cleaned up. After we had both tidied ourselves and dressed we went in search of Gemma and Dan.
When we found them my heart sank, they were in the bedroom I had shared with Gemma. The laughing and other noises I heard shocked me.
Oh Gemma! Why?
Taking Soraya by the hand, we left the house. I drove Soraya the four miles to my house where we talked for sometime and I found out why Soraya had been so aggressive.
Her aggression was long gone and we were soon re-kindling old feelings. An hour later we were having some real hot fun, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her and asking myself ‘Oh Gemma, why?’
