Motor Inn Mêlée, Version 2: Strip Wrestling
It was a hot, muggy Sunday evening as I pulled into the Marpon Motor Inn parking lot once again. It would be another boring week at the plant site, I lamented to myself. I was on a troubleshooting assignment at one of the company’s many production facilities in a small town in northern Texas. It was the typical company town with not much to do - no nightlife to speak of, just a few restaurants and bars, that kind of stuff. I’d stayed here many times before and knew it well. At least the accommodations were clean and comfortable - large, suite-style rooms. Plus, the Marpon had a bar/lounge on site with a generous happy hour with very good drinks and hors d’oeuvres. So, I wouldn’t suffer too much, unless maybe from boredom or the stifling heat.
I settled in for the night so that I could get an early start the next morning, never considering going out, as there was almost nowhere to go. I awoke early, showered and went to the lounge for the continental breakfast. To my great surprise, I recognized a coworker sitting alone at a table nearby. Katie was a pleasant enough woman, pretty face, shoulder length blond hair, etc., but she wasn’t really my “type.” Katie wasn’t fat, but she was kind of stocky, big boned, or whatever. Her figure was shapely enough, and I doubt there was an ounce of fat on her, but she was just bigger than I liked my women. I preferred the slender, sleek ones. But this was OK; maybe we could just hang out friendly-style. I’d just set my libido aside for the week.
As I approached her table, Katie spotted me, smiling pleasantly. “So, there’s another poor soul stuck out here in the middle of nowhere,” she said with a note of pity.
“Yeah, duty calls, and all that” I replied agreeably. For someone I barely knew, Katie had greeted me quite warmly. We knew we were stuck with each other, so I replied in kind. “Nice to see a friendly face. Mind if I join you?”
“Sure. I’d be hurt if you didn’t,” she quipped.
I dropped my laptop PC & other stuff on the floor nearby and went over to gather some breakfast at the counter area. When I returned, we made small talk for a few minutes, discussing our respective duties at the plant this week. Katie was in the engineering group, planning an equipment upgrade of some sort. I was from the lab, and was interested in several new products being produced. We made a dinner date for the evening, knowing that we were stuck with each other. Although, I thought to myself later, ‘stuck’ wasn’t precisely correct. We’d had a nice conversation, and I found myself looking forward to having dinner together.
We drove to the plant in separate cars, and I didn’t bump into Katie at all during the day. I finished work early and returned to my room to relax. I wondered if it was wise to see Katie. What if she wanted to get ‘involved’ or something? Of course, I’d have to decline (not my ‘type’) and hoped that wouldn’t make things too difficult between us for the remainder of the week. After relaxing with a beer for a while, it was finally time for our dinner date. As it was somewhat of a scorcher outside, I put on lightweight khaki slacks & a dress-shirt over a thin, sleeveless T-shirt, and then headed for the lobby to meet Katie.
She was already there, dressed in dark stirrup-style slacks and a light yellow, sheer blouse. The yellow fabric was translucent enough that I could easily see the outline of a black bra underneath supporting some very large breasts, maybe 38D’s. Her slacks fit so well that it was like she had been poured into them. Her figure was much better than I had realized, possibly a 26” waist and 36” hips. Her height was maybe 5’10” and she weighed about 165 lb. But that didn’t seem to matter so much any more as I considered her figure carefully. And then Katie smiled at me, looking very stunning - I was entranced. The evening was shaping up much better than I’d imagined.
Katie offered to drive, so I let her pick the restaurant, not that there were many choices. We went to kind of a seedy bar/nightclub, but I knew from experience that the burgers were great. The place was dimly lit inside, and we slid into a booth towards the back. We peered at the menus momentarily and then placed our orders - burger, fries and a tap beer for each of us.
We made some small talk while waiting for the food to arrive, occasionally glancing at the large-screen TV in the distance. At one point, a wrestling show came on, and we couldn’t help noticing the action. It was a mixed fight between one of the males and his ex-girlfriend, a strong wrestler in her own right. I could see Katie was watching carefully, as well.
I spoke first. “This could get interesting.”
“Yeah, I suppose, although it’s all just fake anyway,” replied Katie.
“I know, but it’s the thought that counts. It isn’t everyday that you see a mixed-sex wrestling match. It could be kind of exciting,” I countered.
“Are you into wrestling or something?” she asked.
I was stunned by the straightforward question, and an honest reply was required. “Yeah, sort of…” There… my deep dark was out.
“You mean you like to wrestle with women?” she asked precisely.
Now I was in deep, but I replied honestly, “Whenever I can… but there aren’t too many opportunities.”
“I can imagine,” she pronounced. “It doesn’t look like much fun hitting, or whacking each other with chairs and such.”
“No, no. That’s not what I mean. I like real wrestling, something called semi-comp.”
I saw that I had piqued her interest just a little as she replied, “So, what does that mean?”
I grew a little excited, saying, “Real wrestling is about applying holds, out-thinking, out-planning, out-maneuvering or out-lasting your opponent until you can force a pin. There’s no punching, chair-throwing or anything like that.”
“You didn’t explain semi-comp. What’s that?”
“I was just getting there. It refers to the fact that while both opponents are trying to win, the match is basically just for the sheer fun of it.”
Katie looked very surprised. “You mean it can be just for fun?”
“Yeah, but you’re still trying to win.”
“I understand that part, but what makes fighting with someone one fun?” she asked, still not satisfied with my explanation.
“It’s the primal nature of the thing, you know… two opponents testing themselves against the other in the most basic of ways. And when the wrestlers are of the opposite sex, there are added elements…”
“Oh, I see… I think. Maybe it’d be OK just for fun,” she replied thoughtfully, a smile starting to form on her pretty face.
Just then, the TV match began. “Let’s watch for a minute,” I told her. As usual, the woman wrestler on TV held her own real well, even putting the male in jeopardy of losing. Then the male found some way of cheating, besting her shortly thereafter.
Katie spoke first, “That was kind of interesting, I guess, up until the chair part. She really had him going for a while… probably could even have won in a fair contest.”
“Yeah, I agree. But you’ll never see that on TV. Most viewers couldn’t stand having a man lose to a woman.”
“Yeah, I suppose,” she replied thoughtfully. “So then, what are these ‘added elements’ you spoke of when a man and women wrestle each other in semi-comp?”
She had asked the $64,000 question! I was nearly ecstatic, but tried not to show it! “Well, obviously, there’s the battle of the sexes type thing. Haven’t you ever wanted to beat a guy at some thing or another… even if it’s just something simple?”
“Yeah, I have,” she answered. “And it felt pretty good when I did. The most clear-cut victory I can remember was years ago when I was 14 and in a tennis tournament. I beat this boy in the finals, and he nearly had a fit. And seeing what a poor loser he was made it all the more satisfying. So… are there any other ‘elements’ to this mixed wrestling thing?” she probed.
Now I was on the spot, but this was not the time to be shy. I responded, “There’s the sexual side of it, of course. Mixed sex wrestling can be a real turn-on.”
She didn’t even blink, replying, “In what way? Fighting with someone doesn’t seem very sexy.”
I guess I’d have to spell it out. “It’s like this… you and your partner/opponent agree to a set of rules before the match begins. It can include the type of holds that are allowed or disallowed, whether there are pins or submissions, how a pin or submission is determined, a ‘safety’ word or gesture that can be used to halt the action, etc. Even the clothing can be negotiated.”
Katie pondered this for a moment. “That still doesn’t explain the sexy part. C’mon, spit it out. Is it the clothing, or what? Tell me, I can take it… I’m a big girl.”
“Okay, okay. The clothing can make a big difference. Obviously, sexy outfits add a lot, especially small ones. Garter belts, nylon stockings, see-thru lingerie all work for me. I’m sure there are other things that work for a woman, and they can be settled beforehand.” I hesitated before adding, “Or even wrestling with no clothing at all is a lot of fun. And… the holds can become quite interesting at times…”
“Yes… I can imagine. But that sounds more like foreplay to me,” she replied coyly.
“It can be… and usually is… but it doesn’t have to be,” I responded tentatively. “Just rolling around with a member of the opposite sex, getting into all sorts of different positions can be very sensuous, too. And a contest between the sexes can be more erotic than one would think.”
Katie perked up a little, asking, “How so?”
“I find it very exciting being put in jeopardy of losing by a member of the opposite sex, even in things other than wrestling. But wrestling with a woman is the ultimate! And, losing… being dominated… by a woman is a very exciting idea for me.”
“You mean it hasn’t ever happened,” Katie probed.
“Not in a real match, unfortunately,” I answered. “My mistake is always wrestling with slender, demure type women. They can never muster much of a contest. We’ve had to play-act to manage the losing part for me. It would be much more stimulating to wrestle with a stronger woman.”
“So, in reality, you just want to be dominated. Is that it?” she probed further.
“Not exactly. The ultimate for me would be to wrestle with a woman that is my exact equal. That way the outcome isn’t predetermined… no one knows who will win. Its just a primal sort of contest between the sexes in an equals sort of way with the outcome being completely uncertain.”
“That’s interesting,” she replied with a devilish smile. “I wonder what Freud would say about that? You know, this sort of contest is sounding more interesting all the time. I could see enjoying an equal wrestling contest with a man.”
If ever, now was the time to pop the question. “Then, maybe we should have a match sometime.”
“You mean… like tonight, for instance…” she replied, chuckling lightly, enjoying my uncertainty.
“Yeah… like tonight, for instance,” I stammered.
She simply replied, “OK,” and then our food arrived and we started to eat.
‘Yes!!!’ I shouted inside my head. Then I made a verbal reply. “Since you’re new to this, maybe you should consider how this should go. You know… rules… clothing, and so on. I want you to be comfortable with the whole thing.”
“Okay, but first tell me how experienced you are so I can get an idea of what I’m up against.”
The waiter came and Katie ordered us another round of beers. I was starting to feel a little buzz, and I think Katie was feeling it too.
“Well, actually…” I explained with a little embarrassment, “I’ve never had a real match before. It’s all been play wrestling with women barely interested. So, basically, I’m pretty inexperienced.”
“Good, that makes it even,” she replied sweetly. “Since we’re similar in size, I should have an equal chance of beating you, which should make it more exciting -- right??” she asked.
Oh, she was good… knew how to play me… but that’s what I wanted… a physical challenge as well as a mental one, too. I answered with little hesitation, “That’s right… very exciting. But just to be sure, how about you? I assume you have no experience either.”
“That’s right, though I was somewhat of a tomboy growing up among several brothers. We fought from time-to-time, but it wasn’t wrestling or anything.”
We finished our food, and got up to leave, I was nearly bursting with anticipation, and Katie seemed to be getting into the spirit, too, bumping into me with her hips as we walked out to the car. I returned the butt-check in kind, and we almost started sparring right there. But there were people around, so we held ourselves in check and got into the car.
“I think we should pick up a six-pack on the way,” chuckled Katie. “I may need some liquid encouragement.”
“Fine. I think could use a few brewski’s, myself,” I replied.
After picking up a six-pack of Yuppie beer, we became fairly quiet in the car, both thinking about what was to come. I thought about Katie… maybe this is what I’d needed for some time. Trying to get those slender, prissy types to actually wrestle with me had been major frustration. Maybe I needed to go against ‘type’ to have a real match. Then I began to consider that maybe my ‘type’ wasn’t what I had thought it was. Maybe Katie was actually my ‘type’??
Then Katie broke the ice, making small talk, avoiding further discussion of our upcoming match for now. As we drove back to the Marpon, I felt my anticipation growing by the moment. Once inside at the lobby, I asked “My suite or yours…”
“That’s easy. I’ll take home field advantage,” she teased.
I was sure there was no such thing in a battle such as we were about to have, but still I quipped, “then I get to choose who receives.”
“Don’t you wish… don’t you wish,” she said as we entered the room. “There’s the frig. Why don’t you pop open a couple of brews, then put the rest away?”
I complied and then handed her one. We both took a hit.
“Let’s just move some of the furniture around before we get started,” she continued.
“OK,” I replied, looking around. Katie’s room was a little different than mine. I had a King bed in the main area with the suite portion having a couch, recliner chair, coffee table and worktable. Katie’s room had two Queen beds in the main area, plus a somewhat larger suite containing a loveseat, reclining chair, coffee table and worktable.
“Pretty nice digs,” I continued. “Maybe a bit better than mine, although I have a king bed.”
“Kinda big, unless you have someone to share it with,” she teased, before continuing. “C’mon over here and help me with this table,” she ordered, “just in case we end up wrestling in here.”
We pushed it off to the side so that the suite area was fairly clear. There was little else to do in getting the room ready. I suddenly realized I was wearing my nice new Hawaiian shirt, and decent slacks. “How are we going to do this? My clothing is obviously not suited to wrestling, and neither is yours.”
“Yeah, I was thinking about that on the way back. You could go back to your room to fetch something better suited to wrestling… but I think it’d be OK to strip down to our underclothes and wrestle.” She smiled slyly at me before continuing. “I wouldn’t want to miss out on the total experience, or anything, now would I??”
“Yeah, that’s right,” I agreed very quickly.
I watched carefully as Katie unbuttoned her blouse, setting it aside nearby. Her black lace bra was something to behold, barely contained her massive breasts. Her hard, erect nipples protruded through the soft fabric. The bra looked very uncomfortable, having to support such a hefty weight, but she didn’t remove it as I had hoped. Then I removed my dress-shirt, reveling my thin, sleeveless T-shirt beneath. Katie watched as I did. I was about to pull off my T-shirt when Katie stopped me.
“Oooo, a muscle shirt,” she cooed. “You look so masculine and strong,” she teased. “You have to leave that on… at least for a while.”
I was left to consider that statement for a moment as Katie slipped off her slacks. She was wearing a black thong. ‘Hot tamale!!’ I said to myself. She had a very fine ass. I quickly shed my slacks, and Katie got a look at my bright red mini-briefs. I had worn them ‘just in case.’ As we pondered what to do next, I noticed Katie checking me out, and I hoped that she approved. But maybe, she was just checking out the competition. Or maybe both, for all I knew.
I decided to do the same and checked her out. Katie was fit as a fiddle. I could see her long, muscular legs now and noted that her arms were also long and muscular. She would be a tough competitor, but I was no slouch, either. Her body was nicely tanned, and she looked awesome in the black lingerie. “You don’t look so weak yourself. It should be a good match. And… you can leave your bra on… at least for a while,” I countered.
“Hey, how about a little arm-wrestling first, you know, to set the mood and all,” she asked.
I realized it wasn’t really a question as she led me over to the coffee table. She intended to have it out this way first. “How about one contest with the right arm, and then another with the left?” she asked. “It’ll be a truer test.”
“Fine with me,” I replied. I was all in favor of any sort of a contest between the sexes. All of it was a turn-on to me.
We got down on our knees on opposite sides of the coffee table, and leaned over to grasp hands, setting our beers off to the sides. We tried left arms first, Katie advising me on the correct grip and arm position. I was getting a bit worried by this… maybe she knew more than she had let on. My confidence was eroding, but maybe that was her actual plan… trying to psych me out. Then she leaned over, and I got a good view deep inside the cleavage of her black bra. Yep, it was a psych job for sure.
Then Katie said, “1… 2… 3… Start!” and we were underway.
Katie tried to force my arm down right away, going for the quick win. She almost had me, too, but I caught myself in time. Still, Katie had the advantage, and I was in danger of losing, as my arm was still about halfway down. Katie grinned, sensing victory close at hand. I battled back hard, managing to get back to the starting point, but my arm was weakening fast. Katie paused for a moment, mustering for an all out assault. Then she just hauled my arm down to the table and it was over. Her left arm was definitely stronger than mine.
“That went pretty well… except for you,” she taunted. “Maybe you should have another swig before we try our right arms.”
Katie was doing a total psych job on me… and I loved it!! “OK. But I’d hate to get ahead of you. Maybe you should take a hit, too.”
We both downed the remainder of the bottles in front of us. Then it was time for the right arm. We connected as before. I was determined to redeem myself this time.
Katie said, “1… 2… 3… Start!” and we were started again.
I was ready for her this time, and we struggled at the center point for maybe a half-minute, neither gaining much ground for long. By the look on her face, I could tell that Katie was struggling more this time. Her huge breasts heaved as she tried to exert more pressure with her arm, but I sensed I had her this time. I began to commit more energy and I slowly began to prevail, Katie’s arm giving ground. As we reached the halfway point, she gave in and I pinned her arm down immediately.
“That round went better… except for you,” I chortled. ”Too bad these bottles are drained, or you could drown your sorrows.” I hoped my attempt at psyching her out would be effective.
Katie smiled wickedly and said, “OK, smart-boy. If it’s a contest you want, then it’s a contest you’ll get!!”
Yep, the psych job was working! Katie was more than a little peeved at losing! This might be good!! “Fine,” I told her. “Whatever you want.”
“I want to pin your naked ass to the bed and show you who’s better,” she said boldly.
“Be careful what you wish for. It might be your naked ass getting pinned to the bed,” I replied defiantly.
“Yeah, whatever, but how about this? We could do strip wrestling - each time you lose a round, you lose a piece of clothing. So, that makes this a best of five falls match. The loser will definitely be naked as a jaybird.”
“Sounds fair enough,” I replied, trying to hide my growing excitement. Then she added a few more conditions. I had no objection to her setting the rules, at least for now.
Katie paused for effect and then added, “We’ll each have a ‘home’ bed. This one’s mine and that one is yours. The rule is that you cannot be pinned on your home bed. So, even if you are pinned there, it doesn’t count. In fact, let’s say you can only be pinned on the other’s home bed. OK??”
That was certainly inventive, and interesting, too. “Yeah, OK. Anything else?”
“Let’s say a pin is a slow count of 5 seconds. OK??”
“Yeah, sure,” I agreed.
“That’s all I can think of. I’m going to enjoy winning your clothes and pinning your naked ass to the bed,” she added with intent.
“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing, holding your naked body to the mattress and counting you out,” I responded in kind.
I hadn’t told her about trash talking. She figured that out by herself, and we kept it up for a few moments more before positioning ourselves on the floor at the end of the beds, somewhat centered between them. We were standing upright, me closer to my home bed and Katie closer to hers.
It was time to begin. We lurched at each other as Katie signaled the start. Neither of us had much skill, so we just struggled there in front of the beds, arms locked together, trying to overpower the other and throw them onto our home bed.
Katie rammed into me with her massive breasts and we went flying onto her home bed. She landed on top of me as my back was against the bed. I knew Katie was thinking about pinning me quickly as she clearly had the advantage. I struggled back, preventing the pin for now. But Katie had other ideas as she grabbed for control of my hands. She was lying on top of me, and I was getting a close-up / face-full of her huge breasts as she began to straddle me at the waist. Her pubic mound ground against my manhood as we struggled there. I was badly distracted, and I think that was her plan - physical and psych/sexual attacks both. And, it was working!
With two large breasts looming in front of my face and her vulva working over my manhood, I wasn’t sure I could escape. But at least her breasts were still confined somewhat by her bra, and we still had our underpants on. So, I calmed down as best I could and began to fight back in earnest. Katie seemed quite surprised as I rolled her over and climbed on top of her, in a sitting position straddling her waist. I held her down, but she had no reason to worry - we were on her home bed!
“Enjoy it while you can,” she grimaced under my weight. “We’re on my bed and I can’t be pinned. I’ll have you down soon enough and then you’ll lose that shirt.”
“Big talk for someone captured beneath me,” I replied.
With that, Katie renewed her struggling and rolled me off to the side. We rose to our knees, still on the mattress. I knew I’d have to force her over to my bed, so I hedged towards that direction, forcing Katie to come closer in order to get me. As we locked up, I leaned backwards and we tumbled off the bed and into the narrow area between the beds, both standing. We pushed and shoved and we nearly landed back on her bed. But I prevailed, and we were soon tussling on top of my home bed.
Katie looked distraught as I manhandled her onto her back. She struggled furiously, sensing her own doom as I lay down on her and held her hands down. I used my weight to best advantage, keeping the top half of her body tightly under control, and then captured her legs as best I could with my legs. She struggled & squirmed, and I do believe she hadn’t expected to lose, but she was doomed. I began to count, and Katie’s struggles became a frenzy, but it was to no avail. I held her tight and counted her out.
“1… 2… 3… 4… 5!! I win round one, and I do believe you owe me your bra,” I bragged.
“Yeah, Yeah,” she groused. “I’ll let you do the honors. Go ahead and take it off me.”
I was genuinely surprised, but pleased. But was it yet another ploy to put me off guard? ‘So what,’ I told myself. This was something I wanted to do. As we lay there with me still on top of her, I reached both arms around her and worked at unfastening the clip. I got the clip undone quickly, and as I sat up to remove the very large bra fully, Katie raised her arms making it easier to remove. I flung it to the side and then turned my attention to the two huge, naked breasts beneath me. I just starred, not knowing what to do next.
“What’s wrong big boy? Cat got your tongue?” she teased.
“Something like that,” I stammered.
“C’mere,” she said. “Let me give you a victory kiss.”
I was too dazed to know better, falling into the honey trap. As I leaned down, Katie lifted my shirt up enough so that her breasts contacted my bare skin. It felt like an electric jolt as our chests made bare contact for the first time. And then we were kissing, and my senses became overwhelmed. I lost myself in her arms, oblivious to all else. I lost track of all time, but finally came to my senses realizing that Katie had rolled us over and was now lying on top of me.
Then, she was getting up off me, saying, “Time for round two. You’d better get used to that position, you’ll be there a lot from here on!”
I watched her breasts gently shimmy back and forth as she got to her feet and moved towards the central area in front of the beds. I got up more slowly, still dazed by the sensuality of our embrace. As I stood up, I could see that Katie was over the frenzied state she had been in during the defeat on the bed. She must have accepted that things would be more difficult than anticipated.
Katie was smiling as I approached, her breasts protruding defiantly. She struck a muscle pose with her arms at shoulder level. “You won’t be so lucky this time. I doubt you’ll be able to handle the onslaught of my unfettered breasts,” she teased.
“That might be,” I conceded, “but I’m sure gonna try.”
We again lunged at each other, starting the second round. We went at it at full vigor, neither showing the least sign of fatigue. I tried to force her onto my bed as she tried to force me onto hers. We ended up rolling around on the floor in front of the love seat. Neither of us could be pinned here in no-man’s land, but we fought hard nevertheless. Katie’s large breasts brushed or pressed against me from time to time as we rolled around on the floor. Fortunately (or unfortunately?), my shirt prevented skin-to-skin contact, and Katie was unable to gain any advantage for long.
I struggled to my feet, hoping to pull Katie over to my bed. But Katie took the opportunity to barrel into me and tackle me onto the loveseat. She was on top as we struggled on the loveseat, finally straddling me and holding me down against the backrest. Her naked breasts were just floating there, mere inches in front of my face. She ground her vulva against by manhood, and then mauled my face with her breasts.
Katie was a fast learner at mixed sex wrestling! At first, I didn’t struggle, enjoying my predicament. After all, she couldn’t pin me here anyway. But after a few moments, I realized that my desire to win was eroding rapidly. I had to get her off me… and fast!
Then I noticed that Katie’s eyes were closed and her face was glowing with arousal as she ground herself against me. I hated to spoil the moment, so I thrust back in return a few times and then started fighting back in earnest. Katie caught on and soon we were struggling again. We rolled off the loveseat and onto the floor.
Katie was in the better position as we rose to our feet and put me in a full nelson. I was caught good, unable to work my way free. Worse yet, she was easily able to force me onto her bed. I landed face down with Katie on top. She tried to roll me onto my back, but I held out. She finally gave up on that approach and lay down next to me for better leverage. That was what I was waiting for as I latched onto her front-to-front, both of us laying on our sides. My arms were locked around her and I began to squeeze, applying a bearhug to good effect. Katie grunted and grimaced as I squeezed her against me. My T-shirt was hiked up from the struggle and Katie’s bulbous breasts were pancaked hard against my bare chest as I gave her my all for several minutes. It felt like raw electricity was flowing between us as we made sensual contact.
At first, Katie had tried to get free, but then she stopped struggling and merely endured. This was a good strategy for her as I was expending energy rapidly, and besides, I couldn’t pin her on her home bed anyway. Katie smiled knowingly as the pressure gradually decreased. Then she broke my grip and rolled me onto my back. I was too weak to resist as she sat upright, straddling me at the chest. My T-shirt was still hiked up high, and my nipples stared up at their huge counterparts above. Katie’s breasts looked even more massive & threatening from this position beneath her.
She smiled gleefully as she counted me out, “1… 2… 3… 4… 5!! I win round two, and you owe me your shirt,” she gloated.
“Yep. Go ahead and take it,” I told her.
Katie reached down as I held my hands high over my head to make the job easier. As she leaned forward over me to get the shirt over my fingertips, her panties & crotch pressed firmly against my face. I’m sure it was no accident, and the strong female arousal scent made it very apparent she was very turned on. She lingered a moment, then sat upright on my bare chest.
“C’mere,” I said. “Let me give you your victory kiss.”
As she leaned against me, I began to grope her breasts as they pressed hard against my chest. I twirled her nipples between my fingertips, and then kissed her hard on the lips. She sighed, and I now knew that two could play this psych/sexual game.
She squirmed and wriggled as we kissed passionately. I managed to hold my arousal in check, concentrating fully on Katie. Finally, she broke free and we sat up on the bed. My throat was parched, so I got us a couple more beers. We sat across from each other on the bed, naked except for our underpants, legs tucked beneath, Indian style, swigging our beers and making small talk. I tried not to be too obvious as I stared at her fantastic body from time to time.
“I wasn’t too sure beforehand, but this is really fun!” Katie grinned. “I’m as horny as a toad even though I still have my panties on. And, you still have your cute little briefs, too! I’ve never been so hot without being naked!”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be naked soon enough… beneath me and begging for mercy,” I told her.
“Yeah, we’ll see. You seemed pretty weak to me when I held you down,” she contested.
“I dunno. You seemed to be the weak one just now,” I replied.
“In your dreams… in your dreams.”
I knew that this moment would be forever etched in my dreams, so she wasn’t far off mark. “Maybe… maybe,” I said dreamily.
My thoughts returned to earth. I stared straight across at her and those massive breasts, considering the rules, and how I might best her, when inspiration struck. “How about we tweak the rules for the next couple of rounds?”
“OK,” she said. “It seems fair enough since I’ve made the rules so far.”
“Let’s stick with the home bed thing and all, but let’s start the rounds on the beds - first one bed and then the other. Since it’s my idea, you can go choose which bed to start on for the next round.”
“That’s not hard at all,” she replied.
“Just a minute - there’s more. The ‘visitor’ gets to apply any hold they want to the ‘home’ wrestler to
start the match.”
”Oh, now that sounds truly interesting… any hold at all??”
“Well, you know… this being a friendly match and all,” I replied.
“You goof! You know what I meant… I can think of some pretty good holds… you might never get loose.”
“Yeah. But I know some pretty devastating holds myself… So, what’s it to be?” I asked.
Katie actually had to take a few moments to consider it. We swigged down the last of our beers as she finally made her choice. “I’ll receive!” she cried, “on my home bed!”
We got up to get rid of the beer cans, and make a quick pit stop. When I returned, Katie was waiting for me on her bed. “So, what kind of hold did you want to put me in,” she purred demurely, “something interesting I hope?
I could see she was very, very aroused at letting herself be put in jeopardy like this. It was a hot idea for certain! And I could hardly wait to see what she would do to me. But now it was time to do it to her.
“You seem somewhat eager… can’t wait to be subdued??” I teased as I approached her.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “It’ll be your turn soon enough.”
“OK. Now what should I do?” I pretended to consider my options, toying with her further. She just lay there grinning, her huge breasts flattened somewhat as she lay on her back. I continued to tease, “Maybe I should just sit on your chest… or maybe I should lay behind you and squeeze your breasts between my arms… or I could capture your breasts between my legs in a scissors lock. I dunno. What do you think?”
“Get on with it big boy, or I’ll change my mind and we’ll do you first,” she mock-threatened.
“OK, OK. No need to get angry. Now you just lay there and spread your legs apart,” I told her.
“I like the sound of this already.”
“I see you’ve an eager beaver,” I teased further as I maneuvered myself to a kneeling position between her legs. My manhood was so rock-hard that it nearly peeked out from the top of my underpants. I picked up one of her legs in each arm and lifted them towards my waist. “Lock your legs around me in a scissors and pull us together, and don’t let go.” I told her.
“Yum!! Letting go is not what’s on my mind!” she gurgled as our undies made contact and my manhood pressed firmly against her womanhood, separated by only several thin layers of fabric.
“Now give me a second more to get into position,” I told her as I leaned forward and grabbed each of her hands in mine.
I stood up partially as I leaned far over her body, her legs still firmly locked around my waist. I bore down on her womanhood firmly with my manhood, and held her arms down against the bed. Her breasts starred up at me from below, seeming to call out to me. I was conflicted… Katie was helpless beneath me, except for the fact that her legs were wrapped tightly around my waist. Actually, we had each other captured in a position of mutual pleasure. So, the question was… who was truly in control? We’d find out in a moment.
I got us started with a “1… 2… 3… Go!” and began to grind against her immediately. She responded by using her legs to thrust her hips at my manhood. I wanted to master her here so that I’d have no problem pulling her over to my home bed. But it looked like it might take some time as Katie fought back with a determined, but conflicted look on her face. I didn’t know who could hold out longest, and that was the way it should be in a battle of the sexes.
We ground against each other for a while, trying to weaken the other’s resolve. But we were both too determined to give in any time soon. Finally, Katie decided that wrestling might be the better course and easily rolled me to the side, capturing me in a scissors lock to the waist. The sexual contact was broken, but not forgotten, as she bore down on me with her long, powerful legs. I grimaced each time as she squeezed relentlessly. I tried to separate her legs and escape, but she grabbed at my hands and stopped me. Then she pulled my body in closer and got her arms around me from the side and started squeezing. It wasn’t much of a bear hug from the side, but as her breasts pressed against shoulders, I felt the jolt of electricity once more. There was no obvious escape, and I didn’t think Katie was exerting very much energy to hold me helpless this way.
As her closeness nearly overwhelmed me, I decided to change tactics. One of her breasts was near my face, so I started kissing her nipple lightly, followed by tonguing, and nuzzling. The pressure on my hips decreased ever so slightly, and then some more as Katie became distracted. In a sudden move, I shoved at her legs, but they didn’t give way. In a quick reversal of fortunes, Katie rolled on top of me in a sitting position, straddling my waist and holding my arms down. I was pinned down with little hope of escape as Katie grinned at me from above. I struggled and squirmed trying to get free, and then Katie slammed her breasts down hard on my chest. I can’t say that it hurt, but I sure felt the effects, electricity and all. She slammed those massive jugs onto me several more times, and then began to count.
Katie smiled gleefully as she counted me out, “1… 2… 3… 4… 5!! I win round three, and you owe me your cute little red briefs,” she gloated.
“Go ahead. Make your day,” I told her. “But don’t twang me getting them off.”
“Not a chance. I wouldn’t want to injure you or anything,” she replied teasingly, “besides, it might come in handy later.”
It hadn’t taken long for Katie to beat me and I wondered how wise this ‘holds’ thing was for the start of these two rounds. But I couldn’t fault the fun of it. So what if it led to my losing the match. I heard a little gasp as Katie pulled down my briefs. I was totally aroused and my manhood had grown to maximum size. It sounded like Katie was pleased with what she saw.
The next thing I knew, there was a warm hand on my manhood, stroking lightly. “C’mon big boy, let’s go over to your home bed.”
Katie still had hold of my penis as she led me over to the other bed. I had no choice but to follow as she laid me down on my back. I was afraid that this ‘cock-lock’ might be the beginning hold, and felt like it violated the ‘no advantages’ spirit of the hold I’d just used on her. Once I was down though, she released me, saying, “Bet I had you worried there for a minute.”
“Yeah, but it was worth it,” I told her.
“Just give me a minute here to get into position,” she advised. “You might have to roll over on your right side a little to make this work. We’re putting each other in a mutual scissors lock, with a twist.”
“As in twisted mind, perhaps?” I teased.
“That’s right,” she replied without hesitation. “Now spread your legs apart so I can fit in-between.
“Hey, this sounds familiar,” I replied, complying immediately.
“Not really, but you’ll see in a moment.” Katie sat between my legs facing towards me. “Now roll part way towards your right side,” she ordered. Then Katie scooted one leg under my raised leg, saying, “Now give me your hands.”
As I did, she leaned back away from me and then used her arms to pull our crotches into contact with each other. Her panties were sheer enough that the contact was still quite sensual. I wasn’t sure what kind of position we were in, but I had the distinct impression Katie knew a few holds I wasn’t aware of.
She pulled hard, and I pulled hard too as our hot spots came into conflict with each other. Katie moaned heavily, and I could see this hold was something special for her. “1… 2… 3… Go!” she squealed excitedly, and we began to pull at each other’s arms, creating a rhythmic pulse, maximizing the erotic contact between our most sensitive areas.
Katie groaned louder and louder, and I was certain she would soon reach a crescendo. As for me, the contact was fun and unique (at least for me), but it didn’t quite ‘do it’ for me physically. However, participating in Katie’s delirium was almost enough to do me in from a psychological point of view, and I became quite animated myself. Soon, we were moaning in rhythm with each other, yanking at each other’s arms.
I didn’t want to spoil her good time, but I figured now would be a good time to take advantage of her. I pulled at her arms much harder and we both came to a sitting position, legs still entwined. I barreled ahead and flew at her face-first, knocking her back down to the bed. I climbed on top and sat right on her breasts, my rigid rod sandwiched nicely between those huge breasts. I held her arms down over her head and began to stroke my rod against her breasts, counting her out one thrust at a time.
“1… 2… 3… 4… 5!! I win round four, and you owe me your panties,” I advised cheerfully.
“Go ahead, they’re yours. Make me naked,” she told me softly. “Then we can have the finale and see whose naked ass gets pinned down.”
I slipped my hand under Katie’s panties and stroked her well-lubricated clit as I very gradually pulled her panties from her hips. She cooed incessantly as I did. I felt like we needed a few moments to discuss the finale, so I led her off the bed and over to the loveseat. I grabbed a couple more beers, and then joined her there.
We were wrapped up in each other so tightly, sitting on the loveseat kissing steadily, that it was hard to drink the beer, but we managed somehow. We also managed to discuss the last round, too.
“OK, so what kind of rules should we use on the last round?” I asked her.
“Let’s do this together,” she said, “so that it will be fair. I’ll propose something, and then you can allow or disallow it. Once I have a rule allowed, then it’s your turn.”
“Sounds fair enough. Why don’t you go ahead?” I allowed.
“Alright. I’m tired of this pinning thing,” she said purposefully. “In order to be completely certain of who is the victor, I say this round should be by submission only, and you know what kind of submission I mean.”
After these last couple of rounds, and seeing as we were both naked as jaybirds sitting here on the
loveseat, I had no doubt whatsoever. “I do, I do,” I replied with as much sensuality as I could muster.
“And, I approve.”
“OK, now your turn,” she said.
I needed a minute to consider things. “I’ve got it now. Let’s lose this home bed thing. A submission is a submission no matter where it occurs.”
“Yeah, I agree”, she replied. “We should be able to put each other in jeopardy no matter where we are.”
“Anything else?” I queried.
“No, that should do it. We’ll keep it simple this time. How about you… anything else?” she asked.
“No, I’m ready if you are, “ I replied.
“I’m ready to dominate your naked ass,” she teased defiantly.
“It’ll be your naked ass that submits,” I shot back.
We stood and faced each other, and Katie spoke. “We’ll wrestle, without interruption, until one of us submits to the other.
We faced off in the main area, circling each other warily in front of the loveseat. Katie’s breasts were awesome, unslung from their initial confinement, swaying from side to side as we maneuvered to begin. Katie was smiling, but I could see she was taking this seriously, too. We would find out who was better this night, one of us having to submit to the other.
I decided to start first, rushing Katie and knocking her backwards onto the loveseat. I jumped on top of Katie, straddling her at the waist, grabbing her hands for control. I pressed forward against her chest, pancaking her bulbous breasts against my chest. Sure enough, a jolt of electricity surged through my body as we connected. And then my rigid rod began to tickle the underside of her huge breasts as we drew together. I gasped in pure delight as her breasts caressed my manhood.
I had her for the moment, but it didn’t last long. Katie forced me over and I was now on my back on the loveseat cushions with her on top, but at least my legs were wrapped around her in a scissors lock at her waist. I squeezed as best I could, but Katie was starting to stand up on the loveseat for added leverage. Our hands were still locked in a clasp, and her breasts dangled tantalizingly above me as we struggled. I squeezed again, and I could see some effect. Katie grimaced, but put it aside, instead forcing my legs back even further, her breasts now just inches above my face. Now I was the one grimacing painfully as my body stretched beyond its normal limits. I had to do something, so I rolled her to the side and off of the loveseat. We landed on the floor with a thud, with Katie sitting upright and me sitting on her, facing her, still maintaining the scissors lock. Our hands remained clasped as I secured my legs even tighter around her waist. This drew our chests together again as we struggled with our hands. Sure enough… a jolt of electricity again. I was ecstatic, enjoying the fact that we were back to wrestling mostly, and, not wanting it to ever be over.
But reality set in as Katie freed her hands from mine, knocking us onto our sides, and twisting free of my scissors lock. She rolled away, making sure I didn’t try anything else for the moment. We rose to our knees, facing off once more.
“You’re highly motivated to win,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll have to try all the harder.”
I responded by trying to rush her again, but it wasn’t easy on our knees. I lunged forward clumsily and Katie outmaneuvered me, catching me in a headlock from the side. I wondered if she had done this before as she applied more pressure. All I could do was try to move away, but that didn’t work. Instead, Katie was leading me around the room and I had to stay with her to avoid more pressure. Then she worked her way behind me in a kneeling/sitting position and yanked my head down into her lap, initially with my nose close to her pussy. She was very hot! I was still in a headlock and now her other arm had surrounded me as well, around my back to the shoulder. Her breasts were pressed against the side of my face and I gasped for each breath. Katie had me completely under her control as I just tried to get enough air to continue.
As I become aware of the closeness of Katie’s breasts, I realized that her plan was to smother me with them. As she tried to twist my face around, I realized how much danger I was in. Those two huge breasts would make short work of me if I got caught this way. I frantically pushed her arms up over my head, and she very nearly prevented me from doing so, but now I was free of the headlock.
I quickly returned the favor, reversing the hold completely, swinging around behind Katie, holding her helplessly on my lap, her face against my bulging manhood, with the same headlock upon her. Katie’s large naked breasts glimmered with sweat from exertion. I pulled hard on the headlock, enjoying the way her breasts jiggled as she groped to get free. But I had her good now and wasn’t about to let go.
With an amazing effort, Katie managed to rise to her feet, and I had to follow in order to maintain the hold. I worked my way behind her, grabbing her arm, and applying a hammerlock, as well. Katie’s attempt at escape had backfired, and I now controlled her completely. I alternated pressure, first the headlock, and then the hammerlock, and I could see it was taking a toll on her. Katie tried to run me around the room, but we would just ram into the wall, or whatever, with little effect. I just kept applying more pressure, as a warning for her that escape was hopeless.
But then one time, we barreled into the reclining chair, falling into the depths of its high arms. I landed on my back in the chair and had to release both of the holds. As Katie spun around to confront me face-to-face, I tried to slip away beneath her. Big mistake!! As my butt hit the floor, my head and shoulders were still on the chair, with my arms above. Katie pounced on my shoulders and arms, pinning them down with her knees and shins. Her clit was only inches from my face. Under other circumstances, this might be interesting. But I knew Katie’s aim was to smother. What a way to go, I thought, but I wasn’t done yet.
Katie inched up cautiously towards my face, not wanting to let her advantage slip away. As her crotch came into contact with my face, I tried not to panic, trying to think of a way to free myself before having to submit. As she held me in place, I worked my arms down around behind her until they were upon her ass. Then I spanked her very firm naked ass as hard as I could. Katie reached back to stop me, and I was able to topple her backwards and off of me.
I was too staggered to take good advantage of my lucky escape, shakily getting to my feet. At least Katie appeared to be in the same condition, getting up to her feet. “You know, those were dirty tactics,” she said with some attitude. “Don’t expect me not to respond.”
“That’s fine with me,” I replied testily.
We were both tired and cranky, not giving each other an inch of ground. We fought back and forth for some time, both taking the battle quite seriously now. The earlier sensuality was submerged, but not forgotten. Neither of us would give up, and I knew this fight would set the future tone of our relationship. We were both lovers and fighters.
Every so often our chests would grind together and I’d still get that jolt of electricity, in spite of my worn condition. I was amazed that it was still exciting after the many times we’d made contact that way.
We were now staggering around the room on our feet, not sure how to end this titanic struggle. Somehow we ended up in between the two beds, pondering how best to continue. Katie spoke next. “How about a test of strength. We haven’t done that yet, and it might be kind of interesting after all of this exertion.”
“OK, let’s do it,” I replied, raising my hands to meet hers.
“No, not that way silly,” she said, directing my right hand to her clit.
Then she grabbed my rigid pole in her right hand and we began to stoke each other lustfully. I clung to her, my left arm wrapped around her back in an embrace. She had her left arm wrapped around me as well as we clung to each other, neither letting the other out their grasp. The match had taken a turn back towards the sensual.
Katie proved to have more reserve strength than I had imagined as she forced me backwards. Her breasts again pressed hard against my chest as I forced her back to a neutral position, our hands still locked on the other’s crotch. As usual, the apparent jolt of electricity pulsed through my body. Katie seemed to notice, pausing momentarily to ask, “What are you feeling when our chests touch that way?”
“It’s like a jolt of electricity coursing through my body. So far, it’s happened every time your breasts press against me. Do you feel it, too?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s why I keep doing it. But let’s keep going. I’m still eager to dominate you.”
“Likewise,” I replied as we continued stroking, making major contact at the chest, trying to overpower the other. My head was spinning with jolts of electricity as her breasts pummeled my chest. My cock was ready to explode as I was being overwhelmed by her power, ultimately being forced onto one of the beds with Katie lying right on top of me, breasts to chest, her hand still on my cock.
Katie seemed sure of herself, definitely in control, as my hand could no longer reach her moisture-laden clit. And, she was enjoying that fact very much! I was still overwhelmed with the powerful sensations coursing through me, and unaware that Katie was securing her position all the more. Slowly, she grapevined her legs around mine, securing them completely. Then she slid her breasts upwards along my chest inching ever closer towards my face. She knew it was all but over, but in my stupor I struggled anyway as those huge breasts dangled just inches above my lips, teasing me tantalizingly. I wanted badly to kiss them, fondle them, but as they came closer I realized their true goal.
I barely had time to catch any sort of breath as Katie expertly applied a breast smother to my face. My arms flailed around, trying to get free, but Katie soon grabbed them, holding them down tightly. After a moment, Katie raised herself up, allowing me to breath. I gasped quick, deep breaths, trying to recover.
“No you don’t!” she said, pressing her breasts once again to my face. I was helpless and she knew it.
Again, Katie raised herself up a little, and I was careful to breath a little slower, lest I incur further wrath.
“What do you think? I’ve got your legs entwined in mine, and your arms are useless beneath mine. Plus, my breasts are keeping you from getting a proper breath of air. So, now I ask. Are you ready to submit? Let me give you a moment to decide.”
And with that, Katie lowered those mammoth breasts onto my face again, pressing harder and longer than ever before. When she finally let up, I gasped hard for air, spitting out the words “I submit” as quickly as I could.
Katie began to lower her breasts onto me again, but this time lower on my body, at chest level. She released my hands and we embraced, kissing and fondly feverishly. I didn’t mind her legs still holding mine intertwined in a grapevine. It suggested a course of action we both knew to be inescapable.
Katie whispered in my ear, “Your submission is accepted.”
As we kissed, she held me down firmly again, taking pleasure at being on top and in control. Finally, Katie released my legs and positioned herself to mount me. As I slid inside of her I barely managed to contain myself. Katie began to ride my manhood hard, occasionally slapping her breasts against my chest for effect. As always… a jolt of electricity. We were moaning & screaming, screwing each other with abandon. The view from my position of submission was amazing as I groped and fondled those amazing mammaries. In the meantime, Katie continued her ride upon my cock, ultimately riding us into ecstasy.
We lay there on the bed for some time, wrapped up in each other, completely spent from the physical and sexual exertion. Eventually we began to discuss the experience we’d just shared.
“That was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had,” Katie shared.
“Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever been that rigid for that long a time,” I told her. “The anticipation was agonizingly good… and the climax unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“I think wrestling makes incredible foreplay,” she continued, “especially the domination part a lot. And, the uncertainty of who will dominate whom…”
“Yeah, maybe next time I’ll dominate you, and you can whimper out your submission to me,” I teased.
“You never know… but I doubt it,” she teased in return. You want a rematch?”
“You’re on! Tomorrow night in my room… Be there!” I exclaimed.
And she was, and many more times as well. Sometimes we concentrated mostly on wrestling, and other times we let things get very erotic. And, I came to realize that my ‘type’ of woman was Katie. I had lost all interest in the slender, sleek ones. I wanted a woman who could test me, and sometimes best me.
The End.