Being a Bully for Francine

The match I had with Francine was kinda quick; just mat wrestling with her. Francine is 18 but looks much younger because she's real petite only 5'1" and maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. Dirty blonde hair, firm body with an A cup; she's in shape, with a flat tummy but not exactly a gym fanatic. She's wearing a sports bra with matching red bikini bottoms. She's got a pretty face and a cute little ass. Her aunt is trying to be her coach since the girl is entering the mixed leagues and wants to be sure Francine is ready to take on the boys. The aunt doesn't think Francine is ready for the " tactics" guys use.

We're wrestling on a blue gym mat in the aunts spare bedroom. It's very plain, bare white walls with a small window that's adorned with Venetian blinds-typical tract home stuff. The aunt is kinda chunky, dark haired with big boobs wearing a purple one piece swimsuit with green piping on the side. She was kneeling on the carpeted area of the room with a whistle around her neck. I couldn't stop staring at her cleavage so I had a very stiff erection when Francine and I got on our knees to lock-up. Rules were rough, to simulate normal League mixed matches; we could use open palm slaps, pull hair, and use standard submission holds. Ball squeezing was allowed but no punching, kicking or kneeing to the crotch-goes for both of us. I was instructed to try and force myself sexually onto Francine; to strip her, finger her, feel up her tits, but not to fuck her.

When the aunt blew her whistle, Francine immediately went for my balls. We had been in a collar and elbow tie up on our knees; my boner, protruding in front of my speedos like a lance, almost stiffened more when Francine grabbed my left testicle in her little fist and squeezed, pulling it upwards like she was gonna yank it out of my speedos. I yelped like a frightened dog-the aunt had told me later-and tried on instinct to pull her hand loose. When this proved to be more painful I gave Francine's nipple a hard tweak that made her squeal and thankfully she released my testie.

She went on the offensive; slapping me across the face hard enough to make my ears ring, then pulled me by my hair into a headlock, tugging me into my side on the mat, while she locked in her muscular little legs around my waist.

"Good job, Franny," her aunt cheered a little as I groaned-my nut still hurt like hell and she was really squeezing the hell out me in her body scissors. Of course, knowing a lot if dirty moves, I reached around and gave Francine a double fisted wedgie, yanking up on her bikini bottoms as hard as I could. I switched to a one hand wedgie and added a hairpull for good measure-since she had worn it loose.

She seemed to reluctantly let go and tried to roll away but I wasn't winded enough from her scissors so I was able to grab her leg before she could escape. I leapt and landed with all my weight on top of Francine's back, pinning her chest down to the mat; she tried throwing elbows behind her to get at me but my face was pressed against her back since she was belly flat on the mat.

Following the protocols I was ordered, I slid a hand down her back on the outside of Francine's bottoms and teased her asshole with my finger.

"He's cheating aunt Vicky," Francine whined as I pressed further and teased the same finger against her pussy. She bucked and grunted but I outweighed her so she was unable to escape. When she clamped her legs shut I slid up and yanked her top up, exposing her tiny tits. Like a rookie, she tried to cover up as I flipped her over onto her back but this allowed me to easily grab both her wrists and pin them by crossing each arm across her chest; like she was hugging a ghost. She struggled more but I bent my head down and licked at her stiff nipples as she fought to free her hands. I took my time sucking each one until they were nice and stiff.

Francine kept telling me to "cut it out" but her breathing was shallow so she might've been enjoying it. Just then she got her wrists free and not only did she wrap them around my neck in a like a front naked choke, tucking her forearm over and around my throat so her wrist pressed into my windpipe, but she pivoted her little hips up and scissored me good; digging her knees into my ribs. I floundered for a few seconds, but I always panic when I'm in a choke, and after trying to palm her face so I could get free I thought I was blacking out and tapped on the mat like I was on fire.

I never understand the "no surrender" policy; I think it's better than getting put out. Anyway I rolled onto my back after the aunt blew her whistle and Francine stood, after pulling her top back into place, pumping her little fists in the air.

The aunt told me to get some water, she wanted us to go again after I had a minute to recover. Watching Francine pull her bikini bottoms out of the crack of her ass, I felt ready to go again right then, especially when Francine looked over her shoulder at me, giving me a wry smile. "Think you're 'up' for it?" she smirked. I stood there gasping and thought that this chick would be the death of me; we still have matches every other week to this day.