Natasha "The Other Girl" Parks vs Georgia Peaches (Patreon)

More Nat fun! The boyfriend/girlfriend stealing pro’s back at it again, though this time she may have picked a fight with the wrong opponent.

People have been asking for her to lose a match for a bit now. Nat was never meant to be the best at her sport. She mostly cares if she can seduce her opponent’s partner, and she puts more attention into that than her training. She’ll play dirty and get in your head, giving her a pretty good edge, but she’s just an above average wrestler and a big ol’ cucking heel. I still like her as some kind of natural, real life heel persona to gag levels of effort.

Natasha Parks invested a lot of time into her wrestling career. To say she took it seriously was a bit much, but she felt like she had a lot to do to maintain her image and her body to keep up with her persona. She worked out at the gym a lot, she watched her diet to maintain her sleekly muscled figure, and she put a lot of effort into making sure she found, seduced and fucked her next opponents’ lovers.

“Come on, cowpoke. Giddyup,” Nat grunted as she rocked her hips up and down on top of her target’s cock.

Paul was a decent-looking guy. He was a tall country boy, solid without being too huge. He dressed a little plainly, which downplayed his simple but handsome appearance, but Nat had fixed that easily enough by stripping him naked and mounting him as soon as she could back in her hotel room. Nat had let him keep his cowboy hat on because she thought it looked cute, and it added an extra bit of kinkiness to the encounter. It reminded her of Georgia Peach; the cheating wrestler’s next opponent and ideally the second girl named Georgia she’d cuck and defeat this month.

The country boy breathed heavily, holding onto Natie’s hips. He watched fixated by her abs and bouncing breasts as her powerful thighs latched onto him, keeping his dick inside her as if she wasn’t letting him second guess the fling with his girlfriend’s upcoming opponent. She was so tight and skilled with her rolling hips… the athletic brunette was a sexy sight to see, especially mounted on top of you. She was able to seduce so many men and women away from their partners for a reason, after all.

Nat ran her hands over Paul’s chest, teasing her fingers through his hair before she plucked the cowboy hat off of him. She set it on her own head, smiling at him as she accessorized to match her cowgirl position.

“Come in me, stud. Let ‘er rip,” Nat grunted as she pumped her hips into overdrive.

The rapid riding pushed him into finishing inside her, pulling hard on her to draw her back down for one final thrust. He huffed as his cock twitched and gushed one of the biggest orgasms he could remember into his girlfriend’s opponent. She shuddered and let out a long, satisfied hum as she kept riding him, slowing to a halt as he stopped thrusting. She shivered with a quick little orgasm of her own, peaking her excitement from the wild fling.

“Atta boy, slugger,” she sighed, patting Paul on the head.

“Now pack it up. Once you’ve got the feeling back in your boys, you can head out.

She slinked back off of him and gave a casual stretch. She didn’t bother with cuddling or the other niceties. The cheating was the real appeal of it all, and she had gotten off herself. She wasn’t afraid to cum and go.

Paul started to settle into his shameful afterglow. He pursed his lips and winced towards Natie.

“And this’ just between us, right? Just a spur of the moment kinda decision…”

“Don’t worry, cowpoke. She’ll never find out.”

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Of course, Natasha showed up to her match still wearing Paul’s cowboy hat. It was an out of place look to go with her usual dark two piece but the ones who knew her understood what she was doing. At the very least, they got she was poking fun at Georgia. The real fans and haters would know why she was showing off the hat so much like a trophy. Backstage, Paul was beet red.

Georgia had a similar look on her face, though it was out of anger as much as it was embarrassment. Once Natasha was in the ring, the thick country girl came storming out to her rocking country music intro. Nat grinned as she could hear the heavy thuds of her stomping boots against the runway.

Georgia Peaches was a big and heavy young woman. She was still in her twenties but she was a little taller and much wider than Natasha. She had a bunch of shaggy red hair and a soft, jiggly build that could be deceptive for how strong the girl who grew up working on a farm really was. She had heavy freckles on her lightly tanned upper body, though the ones on her cheeks blended together in her furious blush. She wore a sports bra style top, but she stayed true to her country upbringing by wearing overalls and work boots over everything  in the ring. She squeezed her big round hips and pumpkin-sized boobs through the ring ropes, leering daggers at Nat the entire time.

“Why you two-timin’ snake in the grass… you slept with MY boyfriend!” Georgia ranted at her in her thick Southern accent.

“Maybe if you let him put his snake in your grass a little more often, this wouldn’t have been a problem,” Natie commented back with a sly grin on her face.

She threw up her hands, egging on the audience’s boos and occasional laughs. She had them playing right into her hands, so she hopped up onto the ringpost. She crossed her legs like she was holding court over the crowd as she kept up her teasing.

“So what if I slept with your dumbass boyfriend? He made the better choice. Just go fuck your cousin or whatever you hicks do down there, you country-friend OH SHIT!”

Georgia’s chubby build hid a lot of hard-working muscles, but she was also as fast as a charging bull. She crossed the ring with a few long strides and grabbed Natie by her top before she knew what was happening. The troublemaker’s eyes went wide as the hefty redhead lifted her up and spun around, heaving her overhead like a bale of hay and slamming her into the mats. Nat’s borrowed hat went flying off her head as she flew through the air. The whole audience popped in surprise as the ring shook from the force of her rough landing. Even Natie’s usual mocking grin vanished as her jaw dropped in shock and stunned pain, rolling slowly to one side clutching her back.

It wasn’t always a possibility… but she may have pissed off the wrong wrestler this time around.

The bell rang in a desperate attempt to keep any sense of order. Nat tried to roll for one of the ropes to help get herself back up and back in the fight. She moved agonizingly slowly, so by the time she got to her knees and grabbed the middle rope, Georgia was already behind her. She seized Nat by the hair and lifted her off her feet, making her scream as she was held by her short, slicked back hair that was quickly being messed up by Georgia’s deathgrip. Her hairstyle was the last thing on her mind with all the pain in her scalp, anyway.

“This’ what we do with sneaky little sluts like you back home!” Georgia growled before spiking the thinner woman into the mats.

Nat grunted loudly as she landed face and tits first, leaving her seeing stars at the hands of the heavy farmgirl. She tried to blind away the dizzying landing, but Georgia just stood back up again. She barely got to her feet before she leapt up and came crashing back down. She threw up her legs to make her huge ass crash down on Nat’s back. It flattened her underneath and forced a howl of pain to come bursting out like toothpaste exploding from a tube.

Georgia let her run out of air before she dragged her upper body up by the hair. With the heavy hick still sitting on her back, it arched her spine up until her head was stuffed between Georgia’s jugs. She planted her hips, making Nat’s back crack as she pulled up on her chin with her thick strong hands. Nat grimaced and beat the mats, venting some of her pain as her eyes started to water.

“Looks like your ass could stand to eat a little more, stringbean,” Georgia growled, cracking a smirk at her payback.

Nat coughed for air, but she couldn’t help herself. Not with a setup like that.

“No thanks… I’m still full from your boyfriend’s cock,” she choked out.

Georgia fumed and slammed a meaty forearm against the back of Nat’s head. She grunted and fell flat down again, reuniting with the mats. The world blurred around her as the southern powerhouse picked her up, hauling her completely over her head. The brunette flailed around but it was clumsy and she didn’t want to push hard enough just to fall back down. The meaty arms suddenly yanked her back down, spiking her ribs down against Peaches’ broad shoulders. The wind was knocked right out of Natie as she was slammed into the torture rack. Georgia’s strong fingers pulled on her shorts and top, using them as handles to keep pulling her harder into the rack while exposing more of Nat’s skin to the fans.

“Ghhkk… stop… put me down,” Nat managed to sputter.

Georgia sniffed indignantly, clearly still annoyed with the slimmer adulteress. She gave a firm yank on her shorts, tearing them off and leaving her just in her boots and thong from the waist down.

“You asked for it!” Georgia snapped.

The country girl wasn’t the fastest but all that weight made for a very solid core to balance on. She yanked Nat off her shoulders and swung her around, lifting Nat up high before spiking her crotch-first onto the ropes. The brunette shrieked as she landed, crossing her legs to latch onto the elastically bouncing chord. She remained stuck in place with the thick rope bouncing against her barely covered snatch.

“Ah… fuck… still… better ride than…”

Nat was pawing at the ropes and fumbling for words when Georgia interrupted her. She stepped up to the ropes and swung a soccer kick up into the bottom one, sending them all vibrating anew. She was rewarded by Natasha’s fresh howls as she doubled over to cling to the ropes with all she had in hopes of minimizing the impact.

She couldn’t hold out for long. All the jarring slams and blows had her feeling weak enough that she rolled off the ropes and back to the mats. She winced and clutched her pussy, kicking her boots against the ring lightly. It still felt like it was vibrating, and her thong was wedged most of the way up her snatch.

Peaches had no problem shoving her with her boot, tipping Nat onto her back. She looked up in a daze as the heavyweight sat down on top of her, bringing her ring-shakingly heavy butt slamming down on her face. Nat let out a few shrill and panicked screams from underneath her, leaving only the muffled echoes to be heard by the crowd. She beat her fists uselessly against the chubby cheeks to no real effect.

“I don’t know what he saw in a twig like you,” Georgia huffed, fuming like a bull for a moment.

She leaned her weight on her boots, lifting her butt up just enough to bring it smashing back down on Nat’s face. She grunted and the rest of her body flopped, but Georgia kept the punishing twerking going as her barn-wide buns bounced up and down on her. A half dozen butt bounces and Nat was ragdolled on the mats with her eyes rolling and her tongue hanging halfway out of her mouth.

Georgia saw she was all but out now. She sat down and looped her thick legs around Nat’s neck, giving them a firm squeeze to be sure. The Other Girl gagged and pawed at Georgia’s stocky thighs, but the squishy muscle wouldn’t budge as it kept cutting off her air. She was red in the face as Georgia stood up and gave her a hard shove in the chest. The lighter and weakened Natasha stumbled into the ropes, the normally smug wrestler’s head spinning from the one-sided beatdown. She’d barely landed a hit on Georgia, and she hit way harder than she did. She was left seeing stars as Georgia set herself up, unclasping one of the shoulder straps of her overalls.

“Wha… what’re you doin’?” the dizzied Nat babbled.

Some fans laughed at how her slurring seemed to mimic Georgia’s accent.

“I’m takin’ you down south, that’s what!”

The chubby redhead grabbed Nat around the middle and spun her upside down, holding her in a piledriver position. Nat let out a startled “Whoaaa!” along with it as she was flung around, but Georgia kept her hanging there as she adjusted her overalls. With the looser fitting denim, she stuffed Nat’s face down the front of her overalls. Nat’s thrashing body was mashed up against her big jugs while her face was dragged down her round belly. Nat abruptly realized that Georgia was wearing nothing underneath her overalls as her nose and mouth were mashed into her pussy. The suspended brunette kicked her feet wildly, letting out more muffled squeals. Georgia just squeezed her tighter, crushing and cracking her back while mashing her face deeper into her crotch. Nat gasped and choked for air, but she had to admit… in all her flirtatious and promiscuous ways, this wasn’t the worst pussy she’d eaten out. Her boyfriend had good taste!

“See this? This’ the last you’re gonna see of THIS, you selfish jerk!” Georgia shouted, pointing out at the crowd to call out her boyfriend.

“And the last action this lil’ whore’s gonna be gettin’ for a while!”

She started squeezing and shaking Nat around in her upside down bearhug. The brunette let out a long, vibrating groan as she was shaken around like her well-used teddy bear. That only seemed to get Georgia off even more, and she could taste her sweet peach getting moister against her mouth. Georgia stomped out to the middle of the ring where she hopped up and finally piledrove Nat into the mats. Being stuck inside Georgia's overalls didn’t help her any as the drop made her fall hard enough to pop the other shoulder strap off, slamming full force into the ring with her face still buried in the farmgirl’s pussy. The shaking of the ring and spasming of Nat’s body were the finishing touch to both the match and Georgia’s hatefucking of Miss Steal Your Girl herself. A split second after she landed, the chubby girl grunted hard and squirted a heavy orgasm over Nat’s face. She was already a gawking ragdoll, so she didn’t do much to react as her thick pussy juices splashed over her witless face.

Georgia huffed, wiping some sweat from her forehead before she flopped over on top of Nat. She was met with zero resistance as the 3-count went off without a hitch. The bell rang, announcing the one-sided victory for Georgia Peaches. The chubby sweaty girl rose back up, adjusting her overalls back up to flex and smile for the crowd. Even in her absolutely wrecked state in the middle of the ring, Nat’s witless body cracked a twitchy smile. She’d gotten what she’d wanted out of all this anyway. Winning the match was a fun bonus compared to snatching someone’s partner out from under them. The audience cheered for Peaches’ sweet payback, though she scowled at her boyfriend. He had been clapping along, but clearly slowed to an awkward stop when she locked onto him.

“If you think that was bad, wait ‘til I get my hands on that good for nothin’ EX of mine!” she announced to the cheering crowd.