WRESTLING |
By
Cactus Juggler © 1999 |
Stanley Roberts wasn't exactly the sharpest
tool in the shed. Anyone with an ounce of brains
could tell that much from the fact that he was twenty-four
years old and sitting on the couch watching pro-wrestling.
Stan was just barely smart enough to grasp the fact
that it wasn't real, but he still loved watching
it. Other indicators of his brilliance included
the fact that he still lived at home, didn't have
a job, and sometimes thought about his younger sister
when he masturbated.
In Stan's defense, the younger sister
in question was eighteen, and hot as they come.
Debby was her name, and she and her best friend
Sherry were both gorgeous. Sherry's ass in tight
jeans was a sight worth seeing, and she wore tight
jeans all the time. It was Stan's obvious interest
in his sister's friend that gave her the easiest
route to making fun of him. Between that and making
fun of his intellect, she pretty much had all the
tools she needed to belittle and humiliate Stan
daily.
On this particular day, as Stan watched
pro-wrestling re-runs and lay stretched out on the
couch, Debby and Sherry wanted to watch something
*other* than pro-wrestling. But Stan wasn't having
any of it.
"I was here first." He proclaimed.
"You're always here, so of course
you were here first! Lazy bastard." His sister
Debby ragged on him.
It was a major point of stress in the
house. Debby and Stan's father had died ten years
ago, and their single mother had to work hard to
keep up a full time job and take care of a layabout
like Stan. Debby was always trying to convince her
mother to just throw him out, but she still put
up with him for some reason.
"Come on Stan, wrestling is so stupid.
It's so immature of you to watch it." Sherry
commented.
On the television one wrestler had a stranglehold
on the other and seemed to be trying to make his
victim pass out. Debby and Sherry watched the mesmerized
Stan as the wrestler kept the stranglehold until
the other wrestler feigned passing out.
"Oh that's *so* fake. Like you could
really make somebody pass out that quickly."
Debby laughed.
"That's a sleeper hold. And it *does*
work."
Stan lay with his head resting on the
arm of the couch, and he was startled to hear Sherry's
voice coming from above his head.
"I don't know Debby. It might work."
Sherry said, as Stan craned his head back to see
her standing there behind him in her usual skin-tight
jeans and skimpy shirt.
Stan straightened up on the couch and
was going to turn to face her (actually to ogle
her chest), but he noticed that she suddenly seemed
to see something interesting on the tv.
"Wow, look at that." Sherry
said, gesturing to the television.
Stan flicked around to see what had caught
her eye and didn't see anything out of the ordinary
on the television. He was about to ask what she
meant, when he suddenly felt her arm slipping around
his throat. Before he could react her arms had snaked
around his head and she had him in a sleeper hold!
"Let's find out!" Sherry laughed
as she dropped to her knees behind the end of the
couch and applied as much pressure as she could
to his throat.
"Gakkhhhhmmmmm......urggghhhhhhllll.......hhhhmmmmmm"
Stanley sort of moaned as she choked him.
Stan tried to get up, but he wasn't a
big guy. Actually he was about the same size as
Sherry. And she had all her weight below him helping
her hold him down as he struggled. He tried to reach
back at her, but the arm of the couch kept getting
in his way. He was already starting to feel faint
as he tried desperately to pull her arm away from
his throat.
"Alright Sherry, put him to sleep!"
He heard his sister laughing at his predicament.
Sherry squeezed harder and harder, and
Stan started to see flashes of light. Sherry kept
up the pressure, and before she knew it Stan started
to slump in her arms.
"I'm going to show your stupid brother
some special wrestling moves of my own." Sherry
said as she pulled the slumping Stan down onto the
floor by his arms.
Pulling Stan around the coffee table and
out into the middle of the living room floor. She
laid him out on his back, with his arms stretched
up high over his head.
"Settle in and put something better
on tv while I show your brother how *I* like to
wrestle." Sherry suggested.
Debby watched in amazement as her friend
sat down on her brother's chest. Sherry sat up high
on his chest with her knees pinning his out-stretched
arms in against his head. Squeezing her legs in
tightly, she pinned his face between her thighs
as he lay moaning and gasping under her. Stan heard
his sister flicking through the channels as he lay
there helpless, just trying to catch his breath.
Sherry waited for him to recover a bit, slapping
his face a few times to help him along.
"Uhhhgghh.....get...off.....of.....me...."
He moaned pathetically under her.
As Stan looked up from between Sherry's
thighs he had a great view of her big tits hanging
above him and her crotch was only inches away. But
it was just too humiliating being pinned down by
a girl for him to enjoy the scenery. He tried to
push her off of him, but she easily held him pinned
down. It infuriated him that he couldn't stop a
girl from throwing him around like this.
"Get...off.........you...cunt!"
He angrily shouted between gasps as he fought to
get free.
"I'll show you a cunt, you stupid
little shit!" Sherry told him, and as she said
it she moved up and sat on his face!
"Mmmmmphhh.....mmmmmmhph........"
Stan's cries were muffled under her.
Debby's mouth hung open as she watched
the wantonly dominating position Sherry was now
sitting in. She couldn't believe what her friend
was doing to her brother.
"My god Sherry. What are you doing
to him?"
"He called me a cunt. So now I'm
letting him get a little closer to mine." She
laughed as she ground her crotch down in his face.
Underneath Sherry, Stan not only couldn't
breathe, but was also in incredible pain from her
tight jeans abrading his face. Her weight was smashing
his head down into the floor, and he was even more
embarrassed and humiliated at the ease with which
Sherry dominated him in this perverted way.
"What's wrong Stanley. Poor little
baby can't breathe?"
He was only catching the odd little breath
here and there as she moved her crotch and ass on
his face. His lungs began to burn and he thought
he would soon smother.
"Mmmmmmm!!!!.......mmmmm!!!"
His cries were getting more and more frantic.
Sherry lifted herself off of his face
just long enough for him to catch a breath before
she sat back down on him.
"You know Debby, this feels *really*
good." Sherry told his sister as she rubbed
her crotch in Stan's face.
"Well you're the first person to
find a use for him then." Debby replied.
"But I don't think Stan's enjoying
this as much as he could. I mean he's always staring
at my ass, don't you think he'd like to see it up
close?"
Stan coughed and sputtered for breath
as she climbed off of him and turned around. He
found himself staring up at Sherry's perfectly shaped
ass, tightly encased in denim, and he knew immediately
what she intended. He was too weak to fight her
as she straddled his head, trapping it between her
feet before lowering her ass back onto his face!
He was totally immersed in the heat of her smothering
behind as she wiggled it into place on his face.
He weakly twisted and kicked, but it was hopeless.
He was at her mercy.
"How do you like my ass now? It's
nice, isn't it?"
"Mmmmmhhhh.....mmmmm........mmmmhh...."
Stan was totally muffled by Sherry's ass.
"I can't believe you're doing this
to him. It's so.....kinky. Can I have a turn?"
Debby asked her friend.
"Sure, he's your brother. Have a
seat!" Sherry told her as she climbed off of
Stan.
Stan's sister wore a loose-fitting knee-length
summer dress. He tried to resist her, but she easily
captured his hands and pinned them down over his
head. He watched in horror as his own sister straddled
him and lowered her crotch onto his face! His nose
sank into the soft cotton of her white panties as
she settled in and let her skirt fall over his face.
His nose filled with the aroma of his sister's sex
as she smothered him under her crotch.
"Ooooohhhh. This feels *so* good.
Maybe Stan has some use after all." Debby exclaimed
as she reveled in Stan's humiliation.
"No fair Debby, I couldn't feel him
that well through my jeans. Pull up your dress so
we can see his stupid little face." Debby's
friend suggested to her.
Debby pulled up her dress, and exposed
Stan's bulging eyes staring up at her. She laughed
at the sight of him before lifting her crotch up
and letting him catch a breath. Holding her skirt
bunched up so she could watch, Debby slowly lowered
her crotch back onto his face. Sherry looked on
as Stan's nose pressed deep into Debby's pantied
mound before she let her dress fall back down around
his face.
"This is so....*nasty*. It's making
me wet." Debby said.
Underneath her, Stan was in a living hell.
He was trapped on his back, his own little sister
smothering him by sitting on his face! And that
awful Sherry watching the whole thing. He was helpless
to do anything but lie there as his sister started
rocking back and forth on his face.
"Nasty? I'll show you *nasty*."
Stan faintly heard Sherry saying, but he couldn't
see what she was doing.
His sister continued roughly rubbing her
damp panties in his face as she rode him. Being
forced to sniff the scent of her arousal made him
even more sickened by what she was doing to him.
"Sherry, you're not!" He heard
his sister exclaim above him.
"Why not?" Sherry her.
"You're awful....go ahead!"
Stan heard as his sister suddenly lifted herself
off of his face.
As he lay gasping, Stan looked up and
was startled to see that Sherry was now naked from
the waist down! She moved over him and he struggled
vainly to stop her as she straddled his head and
sat her naked pussy in his face! His nose sank into
her hairy mound as she ground her wet pussy in his
face. She cut off his air again as she began rubbing
her sex in his face.
"Now that's a cunt Stan. And if you
want to live you'd better start eating it!"
She ordered him.
Debby was amazed, and turned on, by her
friend's total domination of her brother. She watched
as Sherry started to moan and move around more on
Stan's face.
"That's it you little shit. Eat my
cunt!" Sherry urged him as she smashed his
head under her thrusting hips.
Sherry wasn't letting Stan get a whole
lot of air, just enough to keep him working. She
fell into a steady rhythm humping his face, letting
her body respond fully to the wonderful sensations
Stan's slurping tongue were inducing in her clit.
The sensations grew as she continued to use him,
getting stronger and stronger until she had to hunch
over him with the strength of her orgasm.
"Alright Sherry, now it's my turn."
Debby said, anxious to use her brother the same
way.
Stan's face was slick with Sherry's fuck-slime,
his head ached, and he felt like he would never
regain his breath. Sherry's pussy quivered in his
face as she enjoyed the little aftershocks from
her orgasm. As she climbed off of him, he barely
new what was happening as his sister moved above
him. Except for a bra she was totally naked as she
sat down on his chest. Debby scooted up until she
sat high up on his collarbone and throat, with her
brother's head trapped between her thighs. She let
him catch his breath for a moment, before reaching
down and grasping his hair. Pulling his head up
by his hair, she jammed his face in her crotch.
"You know what to do *Stanley*. Eat
my pussy! Eat it now!" She shouted at him.
He was broken and humiliated. As he began
to tongue his sister's sex she knew how totally
destroyed he was. She gloried in their triumph over
him, rubbing his face in her sex as she made him
pleasure her with his tongue. As she too started
to feel her clit pulsating with need, Debby moved
up and sat on his face. Smothering in pussy once
more, Stan fought desperately to please his sister.
He needed to breath so badly! Now Debby was actually
using his nose as a little dick to hump, mashing
it against her clit over and over again as she humped
his face. Stanley knew he was going to die. He was
sure of it. He was barely even aware that his sister
was approaching climax on his face, his brain was
starved for oxygen. He saw flashes of light as he
passed out under his sister's asphyxiating sexual
frenzy.
"That's it Debby, ride his worthless
face. Make him do something for you for a change."
Debby wasn't even aware Stanley had passed
out as she came on his face. Once, twice and then
yet a third time. When she finally realized he wasn't
moving anymore and lifted off of him, Stan's head
lolled limply to the floor.
"I think you killed him!" Sherry
laughed, but they had both already noticed that
he still breathed, albeit faintly.
"My god, that was awesome. I felt
so wonderful, so completely in control." Debby
said as she caught her breath.
"I know! We should have made him
do that a long time ago."
As Stan regained consciousness he lay
there weakly gasping for breath while he listened
to his tormentors giddy exchange.
"I think we should make him do that
all the time. For all the years he's been a pain
in the ass to me, he can pay up with his tongue!"
Debby laughed.
"Yeah, he's a little wimp. From now
on I think he should treat us like queens."
As Stan tried to roll over onto his side,
he groaned in pain, drawing there attention.
"Look, little Stanley's awake. Let's
play some more!" Debby said.
"Come on Stan, get on your knees."
Sherry urged, pulling Stan up from the floor.
Stan was too weak and dazed to resist
her. She had him unsteadily kneeling and then motioned
to Debby.
"Debby, I think Stanley here would
like to kiss your ass!"
"Is that right? Well I wouldn't want
to deny my brother." Debby laughed as she stood
in front of her kneeling brother and put her ass
in front of his face.
"Well? What are you waiting for?
Kiss your sister's ass!" Sherry commanded him.
Stan meekly leaned forward and touched
his mouth to his sister's ass. Sherry wasn't satisfied
though, and immediately positioned his face in her
ass-crack and then mashed it forward. Debby pushed
her ass back against him and Stan recoiled in terror
as he found himself smothering again.
"Go on, get your face in their and
show your sister some respect! Worship her beautiful
ass!" Sherry shouted as she kept his face rammed
in there.
Stan brought his arms up and tried to
pull his face from her butt, but Debby easily grabbed
his hands and held them out at her sides. Stan felt
like a child, helpless before these two dominant
beauties. Finally Sherry pulled his face out of
his sister's ass and he could breathe again.
"Now get your face in there on your
own and thank your sister for letting you kiss her
ass!"
This time Stan thrust his own face into
her sweaty ass-crack, as he obeyed Sherry's orders.
"Thank you Debby.....for letting
me.....kiss your ass." He said, and this set
them both off laughing.
For the next hour the two girls did every
humiliating they thought of to Stan. Stan quickly
learned that disobeying orders meant being hit,
or being thrown down and smothered under the girls'
asses or pussies. They wore him down until he quickly
obeyed their every command. They enjoyed playing
with Stan so much that they lost track of time and
didn't realize that Debby's mother would be coming
home soon until she walked in the door and caught
them playing with their new toy.
When Debby and Stan's mother walked in,
Debby was laying on the couch stretched out on her
stomach naked, with Stan's face rammed into her
ass, and the naked Sherry sitting on his head. Stan
was sandwiched between their asses, with Sherry's
weight make sure he was totally deprived of air.
The girl's looked guiltily at Debby's mother as
she stood amazed at the sight before her.
"Uh, hello Mrs. Roberts." Sherry
managed.
"What on earth are you doing? Is
that Stanley?"
"Mom, I can explain. He wouldn't
behave so we had to punish him." Debby said
as Sherry climbed off of the pile and pulled Stan's
face from his sister's butt.
Without instruction, Stan knelt quietly
by the couch as Debby got up and tried to figure
out how she was going to get out of this.
"What have you done to him?"
Sue Roberts said, as Stan knelt meekly by the couch.
"We were just training him. He's
very obedient now. Stanley, get up and get me a
drink." She ordered.
"Yes Debby." He said as he hopped
up and hurried to fetch his sister something to
drink.
The two girls quickly dressed themselves,
as Debby's mother watched silently. The older woman
was flabbergasted, as her lazy good-for-nothing
son quickly returned with a glass of coke, and then
set it down in front of his sister.
"Goodness."
"It gets better mom, from now on
Stan is going to do all the housework. The dishes,
the laundry, everything." Debby explained.
"And he's really useful for other
things, too." Sherry said with a wicked smile.
Debby elbowed her friend, and motioned
for her mother to sit down.
"Come on mom, sit down and let us
show you. Stan, your mother has had a long hard
day. Why don't you give her a nice foot massage?"
Debby suggested as her mother sat on the couch.
Stan quickly eased off his mother's shoes
and started massaging her feet.
"With *kisses* Stan." Sherry
told him, and he began softly kissing his mother's
feet as he rubbed them with his hands.
"My god! What did you do to make
him like this?"
"We just punished him when he was
bad, that's all."
"Punished him how?"
There was a moment of silence as the two
girls looked at each other for a moment.
"When he's bad, we sit on his face
Mrs. Roberts." Sherry explained.
"You what?"
"We sit on his face, to control his
ability to breathe." Debby added.
"Do you......does he......Have you
been making him.......lick you there?" She
asked finally.
The two girls nodded guiltily.
"Stanley, stop that and look at me.
Is that right Stanley?"
"Y-yes mom. They-they made me do
all sorts of things. Awful things. And they practically
smothered me to death!" He sobbed, as he began
to cry before his mother.
Sue Roberts looked at her crying son,
and then over at the girls.
"Listen to me girls. I do not want
you telling anybody about this. Not a soul. Do you
understand?"
"Yes Mom. Yes Mrs. Roberts."
Came the replies.
Stan's mother turned back to her sniveling
son and addressed him.
"Quit your crying. It's about time
you did something around here. From now on you'd
better behave!" She told him, as she kicked
him down to the floor.
Stan landed on his back, and found himself
looking up at his mother standing over him.
"Well girls, Stan's been bad again.
Why don't you teach me your new method of punishing
him? Could you girls hold him down?" Stan heard
to his astonishment.
The girls were on him in a flash, pulling
his arms out to his sides and pinning them down.
He didn't dare resist them, so he just watched in
horror as his mother pulled down her slacks! Her
panties followed, and although she carried a little
extra weight, Sue still had a pretty good body.
"No, mom. Please! Please don't!"
He sobbed, still crying.
"Go on mom. Sit on his face, that'll
shut him up!" Debby urged her.
He watched in abject terror as his mother
moved over him. He sobbed and plead as he watched
her hairy muff descend on his face! And then it
was happening. The ultimate humiliation. His own
mother was sitting on his face! How could this happen?
How could his own mother do this to him? As his
breath was cut off his training kicked in and he
started to lick, lick his own mother's sex. His
brain just shut off from the torture he was receiving.
He tongued his mother in a zombie-like state until
she was moaned and twitching with a string of orgasms.
Even after she was done, he continued to slurp away
at her, until she climbed off of him.
"Does he do other tricks? Show me."
Stan cringed as he heard his mother addressing the
girls.
Stan lay there, his brain pretty much
fried, as they discussed his new life above him.
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