Wrestling the Twins
by Jim Priest
Copyright© 2011 by Jim Priest
This Government is pledged to restore Victorian values at all costs. We will tackle youth unemployment by introducing compulsory domestic service so that they make a useful contribution to society and learn their station in life. Hear hear. Perhaps the Prime Minster could also send small children back up the chimneys and down the mines saving the taxpayer millions of pounds wasted on education. Rar rar. I thank the Right Honourable gentlemen for his excellent suggestion. My cabinet will look into it immediately. Hear hear.
“Oi! Bobby” shouted a girl’s voice, her voice reverberating down the long high ceilinged corridor. “Priest” shouted another. Oh no, why them? Why here? Why now? I turned around to see two girls, both very tall, slim and good looking. They were older than me and dressed identically in a black cardigan over a white blouse with a black knee length skirt. Bare legged; they wore simple black low-heeled shoes on their feet. Sharon and Melanie. Everyone knew them as The Twins, a name that struck both longing and fear into fully-grown boys. Most people thought that they were identical but Melanie or Mel as she liked to be called, had a slighter shorter, rounder face that made her look more elfin. I fancied her the most, although they were both attractive in a sort of pretty tomboy next-door kind of way.
Both had small round faces, slim noses, brown eyes with thick alluring lashes, and small mouths that looked perfect for kissing. Dark brown hair was worn in a short bob with a fringe just above the eyebrows and that covered their ears. With a light dusting of freckles below their eyes, they were quite cute but no boy would dare call them that to their faces. They towered over me, perhaps 6’2” compared with my 5’8”. I had to force myself not to stare at their small but curvaceous busts that seemed to thrust out of their cardigans towards me.
Mel leant forward bringing her face close to mine and I had an overwhelming desire to kiss her but resisted knowing that would be suicide. “You’ve been perving around the girls gym haven’t you?” she said. “No, I haven’t” I lied. I could feel my face blushing in an admission of guilt. “Watching us in our tiny pleated skirts that show off our knickers during netball practice” Sharon added. “No” I said, feeling very uncomfortable. “Maybe we should report you to Granny Strongarm” Mel said. “No, please” I begged. The very name sent shivers down my spine. I had thought she was an urban myth invented by the older boys to scare the younger ones. But I soon learned the truth. “Please, anything but that” I begged.
Most men dream of getting entangled with twin sisters and these two had the looks and figures to become fashion models if they wanted. However, they had a reputation for terrorising boys. It wasn’t that they were bullies, just tomboys who were crazy about two things - boys and wrestling. The rumours of their attempts to combine both were no doubt blown out of all proportion but still I felt intimated as they confronted me. Already several students had stopped to watch, no doubt hoping for some excitement.
“Is this what you wanted to see?” said Sharon, her hands moving to her waist. With a rip of Velcro, they removed their wrap-around skirts. Right before my eyes were the longest legs that I had ever seen. These girls were tall and slim with ridiculously long legs, but not skinny twigs like some tall girls had. No, these legs were beautiful and slender. Firm lengthy thighs with long curved hamstrings running up the back and long gently shaped calves with just a hint of cute muscle. I was mesmerised, looking down at these incredibly lanky limbs as they came towards me. There was an added attraction, at the top of their delicious creamy thighs were skimpy white knickers. I couldn’t but help drink in the sight before me until a voice reminded me who I was gawping at. “That’s right, take a good look Bobby. We’re going give you something to remember them by” Sharon told me. “All men fantasise about doing it with twins. I bet you dream about doing it with us, don’t you Bobby?” Mel said while running her fingers up the side of my face sending electric tingles all over my body. “No need to answer that, Bobby. The stiffy in your trousers says it all” Sharon added. That raised some raucous comments and guffaws from the small crowd of onlookers. She was right, I had often dreamt of being in bed with these two lovelies. However I suspected that what they had in mind for ‘doing it’ was something completely different.
Melanie brought her face so close that we were almost touching noses. I had such a strong urge to kiss her passionately on the lips that I had difficulty maintaining self-control. “Who’s your favourite, Bobby? Me or Sharon?” she purred. “You are, Mel” I sighed. Smiling, she moved her mouth close to my ear. “Make it look good Bobby” she whispered sending surges of desire through my groin. I wanted to kiss her so bad; I moved my mouth towards her lips. Wap! Mel slammed her palms into my shoulders. I went to stumble back but tripped over something lying across the back of my calves. The growing crowd of nosy gawpers laughed as I hit the floor. Then I saw Sharon get to her feet from where she had been kneeling behind me. “Fancy falling for that old trick, Bobby” Mel said.
“Come on Bobby, no hard feelings” Sharon said in a conciliatory voice and stretched out a hand to help me up. Foolishly I took it and let the tall girl help pull me to my feet. I was quite surprised that her long slender arm pulled me up so easy. She was stronger than she looked. “Argh!” in a flash, Sharon had darted behind me and whipped my arm behind my back. “Arg!” she pushed it high between my shoulder-blades forcing me to stand on tip toes to ease the pain. A long black sleeved arm circled from behind and closed around my neck. “Urk!” I croaked as I found my throat in the crook of an arm wrapped tightly around my neck, the course wool of her cardigan abrasive against my skin. I grasped at the strangulating arm with my free hand but it was firm and the grip lock tight.
“Mumph mumph huff huff” fists hammered into my gut one after the other. Mel pummelled my stomach with sharp blows as if I was a punch bag; her arms working away steadily like a metronome. “Mmmm mmm mmm mmm” Small explosions of breathe were forcibly ejected through my nose and mouth. “Ow!” I tried to swing my body out of the way but Sharon forced my hand further up my back and held my neck tight to keep me still. “Buphh mff mfff mfff” I tensed my gut to resist the blows. Mel drilled away with precision punches into the same point on my middle. “Mmmm mmm mm”. Unfortunately I’m not athletic and I don’t work out. My stomach muscles quickly tired, burning under the systematic onslaught on a single point. “Orrr orrr orrrr”. Although each individual punch from Mel’s long slender hands wasn’t devastating, they were strong and consistent, showing no sign of tiring. Whap whap whap whap. The metronomic short hard punches bit with pinpoint accuracy, the cumulative effect weakened my gut and wrecked havoc. If it weren’t for her sister holding me up, I would have been creased over in agony. As it was, I writhed about, my knee uncontrollably rising as if it could stop the barrage of gut drilling. Whap whap whap whap. The girl I fancied continued to sink her fists into my middle, battering and bruising my stomach. It felt like she intended punching her way through my stomach and hammer my diaphragm flat. “Kill him””Kill kill kill” encouraged, what now sounded like a large crowd of bystanders. I was in agony, my stomach burned, I was severely winded, and my head span with the blood pounding loudly in my ears.
Totally engrossed in my world of pain, it was several moments before I realised that the punches had stopped. My head was lolling in Sharon’s arms, panting for breath. “Oh Bobby, I’m so disappointed in you” Melanie told me as I tried to regain the ability to breathe. “Even your little sister could beat you up with one arm tied behind her back”. Thankfully they didn’t know how far that was from the truth.
“Huh huh that wasn’t fair” I panted. “There were of you ganging up on me” I complained. Sharon released me and circled to stand in front of me by her sister’s side. “Oh poor diddums; and you boys are always boasting how you are the stronger sex” she taunted. “Come on Sharon, let’s give him some room” Melanie told her sister. Puzzled, I watched the twins move back a few paces. “OK, Bobby if that’s the way you want it. Let’s rumble!” Mel cried. Suddenly the attractive long legged girl rushed towards me. Our bodies collided and before I realised what was happening she had grabbed me around the head. I found my arms around the middle of a lively young woman, uncertain what to do. With a sudden twist of my head, I found myself off-balance and pulled down to the floor. Quickly, Mel straddled my stomach and I found myself wrestling with her arms in the air above my chest. Her face was ecstatic as she tried to battle my hands towards the floor. I resisted the best I could, not wanting to let her see that I was a weakling. Sweating and pushing back with all my might, our joined hands struggled for supremacy. She was strong but not overwhelming so, but she had gravity on her side and I was getting tired. Slowly my hands yielded to the pressure and she overcame my fading strength, pushing them firmly to the floor on either side of my head.
“Got you!” Mel cried, her face radiant. Jumping her body forward, I found my arms pinned under her knees. No, I couldn’t let her pin me this easily. I bucked my bottom and legs, hoping to dislodge her but she just slid further forward to sit high on my chest. “It’s no good, Bobby. Admit it, you are helpless” she told me. From where I lay, I could see the lengthy canyon of leggyness stretch into the distance before eyes. Wow! What great legs, so incredibly long and beautiful. The sight of her skimpy knickers at the apex of her legs was terrible exciting and conjured up images of unbridled pleasure. “How does it feel to by beaten by a girl so quickly, Bobby? Or perhaps you like it?” I looked up at the triumphant girl pinning me. She looked so dominant sitting there with her arms folded in victory, as I lay completely helpless underneath her. The sight really turned me on. “He likes it alright” remarked Sharon. This provoked more jeering and remarks from the onlookers. Blushing with embarrassment, I realised that I was getting a stiffy for everyone to see and unable to cover it up. “Are you looking at my crotch, you pervert?” Mel asked. If only she was doing this to me in private, then I would be more than happy to lie there and enjoy this long legged lovely sitting on me. However, in public, this was humiliating in the extreme. I tried again to buck her off but Melanie rode me like a rodeo rider.
Someone grabbed my feet and lifted my legs into the air. “Ouch” a foot pressed down hard on my groin. “Keep still or I’ll smash your nadgers” Sharon warned. “You’re a nice boy, Bobby, and your dad did take us with your sister to Wrestlemania so I guess we should be nice to you. Here, take a closer look” Melanie said. I watched in alarm as Mel shuffled closer towards my face. The columns of loveliness slid either side of my head and she didn’t stop moving until I felt her crotch pressing on my throat. “I’m going to pin you down for a while and let you feel my power over you. Face it Bobby, you are totally outmatched and completely unable to resist” she told me. “Orrr” Mel’s lithe limbs closed in on either side of my face and squeezed. I could feel the silky smoothness of her bare skin press against my face and their firmness as they squashed my face between them. “Orrr” her thighs might be long and slender, but they could deliver a strong steady squeeze that pressured my cheeks and jaw. “Orr” I had to squeeze my eyes shut to try to ride the pain inflicted by such hot legs.
People were laughing at me, but I could do nothing except grin and bear the constant agonising pressure for what seemed to be ages. Finally, the squeezing eased and I felt the warm smooth thighs against my cheeks sliding further forward. Oh no please, not in front of everyone! I realised her intent but was powerless to stop her. A weight covered by silky soft fabric settled over my mouth and pressed against my nose. “Yeah! Girls take their rightful place once more” Mel crowed. There were gasps from the crowd. “Mmm mmm” I had often dreamt of this moment, but in public this was the worst humiliation she could do to me. “Mmm mmm” despite the onlookers, I just wanted to savour the moment as she expressed her dominance over me using her sex. “Moorpph!” a weight landed on my stomach. I guessed that Sharon had decided to join in my humiliation. “Borpph Borppj Borph” the weight bounced up and down with small tight buttocks hammering the air out of my gut. “Ooh god, Sharon stop doing that! He’s going make me cum so hard I’ll squirt” Mel squealed.
The twins got off me leaving me to face the laughter and jeering faces of the other students. My face burned with shame. Not again, I couldn’t go through that again, not after the months of disgrace when my kid sister, Jackie, wiped me out in front of the whole school with her powerful gymnast’s body [BOBP#1]. Anger flared inside me. Coming up low, I pushed my head against Mel’s stomach and grabbed her around the waist. Together, we staggered a few steps then fell to the floor. I’m not a wrestler, the only wrestling I’ve ever done is with my younger sister and she kicks my butt with her muscles. But I was driven by the need to redeem myself. I grappled with the older girl. She was taller than me but I was probably heavier. We rolled around the floor with out limbs interlocked, twisting this way and that trying to gain advantage. It felt strange being in such close physical contact with a young woman’s body like that. This wasn’t a rock hard muscle-bound monster like my sister, but a normal, if tall, female. A lovely female that I quite fancied. I had to ignore the tactile sensations and concentrate on wrestling her.
Somehow I managed to put all my energy into a sideways roll and the momentum took me right on top of my opponent. Lying on top of Mel’s body, I fought with her hands while she tried to buck me off. Remembering how my sister would rip my legs apart with her strong legs, I tried to do the same. They say women are better at multi-tasking, well I certainly found it difficult to concentrate on trapping her long limbs in a grapevine press while battling her arms and riding her bucking body. Eventually I managed it, after a fashion, her height made it difficult to get a good hold and I found that I could only force her legs a short way apart, my sister made it seem so easy. It was enough to stop her moving and I focussed on her arms. Arghhh! With a surge of adrenaline, I forced her hands to the floor. My face was less than an inch from her own. That pretty elfin face that looked so determined to fight me. So close and intimate. I can’t resist it and I kiss her lips before she turns her face away from me.
“Argkk!” a weight lands on my lower back. A long slender arm clad in rough black wool sweeps from behind and captures my throat in the crook of her elbow and pulls back. A surprising surge of strength pulls me up backwards into a kneeling position. “Don’t you force yourself on my sister, you pervert” she tells me close to my ear. “Arghhh!” with both arms under my chin she bends my head right back. I can feel the base of my skull press against the top of my back. “Get up or I’m going to pop your skull right off your scrawny neck” Sharon told me. Maintaining the stress on my neck, I sensed her stand into a crouch behind. “Arghh!” my teeth clamped together and I scrunched up my eyes as the upward pull on my chin strained my neck. I felt her stand straighter, slipping her arms away to leave my chin cupped in her hands. “Argh!”. “Come on, get off her or I’ll pull your head off” she commanded. With my face looking up at the ceiling and my jaw clamped tight, I no choice but to shuffle on my knees off Mel’s body.
“Urkkk!” suddenly, I found my neck locked tight in a sleeper hold. Then with a spring of her legs, we fell backwards together. As we hit the floor, her long legs snaked out and wrapped themselves around my waist and squeezed tight. “Welcome to my lair, said the spider. There’s no escape for little insects like you” she said in my ear. “Orhh!”. Her lanky legs dug into my sides as she worked my neck with her firm arms. I tried to struggle but she has me locked up good. Already I could feel the blood being restricted from my brain. “It’s no use, Bobby, I’m too strong for you. I could knock you out like a light if I wanted to but I want to keep you barely conscious” she told me. “I know a cure for horny boys” Mel said. I looked up to see her standing near my feet. With a nasty smile on her lips, she bent forwards and spread my knees apart. With her hands pressing on my knees, I saw her knee poised between them. “No!” I cried in alarm. Bam Bam Bam Bam, her hard slender knee drives like a jackhammer into my balls sending devastating blades of pain through my body. I heard moans of sympathy from the male onlookers and cries of delight from the women as Mel’s slender bony knee pulverised my balls bringing tears to my eyes.
My nads throbbed badly; each hammer of her knee bringing more pain while Sharon controlled her sleeper hold to stop me passing out. Suddenly, the sleeper is reversed so that my throat is in her armpit. “Ow!” my head is bent back sharply so that I’m looking out upside from under her arm, straining my neck in a reverse dragon sleeper hold. Wump wump wump wump. Fists exploded in my gut at a steady pace punching me in exactly the same spot as before. “Orrph argg arggggk” my head was spinning as Mel knelt between my legs and pummelled me like a punch bag again. Frantically, I felt the arm around my neck. Long, slender and firm, Sharon’s grip was extremely tight. “I’m controlling the blood to your brain, Bobby. One extra long squeeze and you’ll be out” she crowed as her sister continued to assault my gut. “Pfff pff pffff” the joint attack on my diaphragm and my carotid arteries was too much. My head swam, my vision blurred and I heard the blood pounding in my ears. “Go on, kill the pratt””Kill kill kill” came the support from the crowd. I felt my face blush and tasted bile. The cheering and taunts sounded distant. “Ooh he’s a goner”.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re not getting out of this that easily” I heard Sharon say. Slam! I find myself thrown face down on the floor where I lay panting and cradling my sore gut listening to the jeers of the crowd. “Come on Bobby, get some backbone you big pansy” someone yelled. “Time to go surfing with the twins, Bobby” one of the sisters said.
“Ow!” I cried as feet stood on the back of my thighs. Hands grabbed my lower legs and I felt each one hooked each around columns that I guessed were legs. “Arg, No, please” I plead, horrified to find myself unable to move my legs. “Ow!” someone grasped both of my wrists and pulled my arms straight. I grimaced as my shoulder blades were compressed using my arms like ski poles. Then there was a lurch, putting strain on my chest as the person behind me fell backwards. Like a rocking horse, my body was lifted from the floor until I was facing the ceiling. Feet pressed against the back of my thighs pressing me skywards. “Ow!”. Supported on my arms and the girl’s legs, whose feet pressed against the back of my thighs while locking my feet around her knees, my body must have looked like a table. “Ow!” I cried in agony as my belly muscles stretched, my arms and legs strained and my spine bent back under intense stress.
Helpless in another humiliating and painful hold, I saw an upside down image of Melanie approach my head. “We own your body now. You are powerless to do anything to stop us” she told me. Stepping over my face, I had a great view up inside her legs to her lovely bottom. Then my face was moving towards it. Lifting my hanging head, she jammed my neck right into the crux of her legs. “Crkkkk!” I croaked as her small tight bottom clenched and her incredibly long legs tightened around my throat like a vice. “Krrkkk!” those lengthy shanks might be slim but they packed a lot of hidden strength. “Enjoy the view Bobby, I bet most of the boys watching would love to be in your place right now”. “Kkkkkik!” with my throat pressed right against her privates, I was being strangled. I doubted anyone would want to be in this situation especially while being tortured in a punishing backbreaker in front of a baying crowd. “Please” I croaked in a strangulated gasp “no more”. Then as if things couldn’t get any worse, they did. Wump wump wump wump. “Pffff pfff pfff pfff” a barrage of precision drilling tore apart my middle. Wump wump wump wump. “Argggh” Mel’s fist bit in exactly the same point bruised and sore from before. “Play with twins and you play with fire” I heard one of them say. I was soon in tears from the burning pain in my gut, so sore now that the slightest touch was agony. My overstrained spine was killing me and I was getting cramp in my folded legs. I couldn’t hold back the tears. “Wot a woose!””Cry baby””Kill kill kill” encouraged the crowd.
Mel’s hard drilling onslaught finally stopped and I was dropped on the floor. A ruined wreck, I buried my teary face in my arms in shame. “Had enough Bobby?” one of the twins asked. I nodded; I just wanted this to be over and done with. Maybe after a few weeks, people would forget. “Beg. You do know how to beg don’t you Bobby?””Let’s see you beg. Come on, show everyone how you beg””Tell us that we are goddesses. Beg to worship us””Let’s see you grovel and snivel on the ground at our feet””Yes, nice and loud so everybody can hear”.
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