Fantastic Island, Part 2B: “Ben’s Match-up On The Bed”
“It was fantastic,” I told York, “everything I could have wanted… at least for our first encounter!”
“I am pleased Benjamin,” replied York evenly, “that you are enjoying your fantasy. But please, tell me who was victorious?”
“Oh… it was me…” I told him, momentarily bewildered. I hadn’t realized that my exuberance was not due to winning, but only to the competition with Kim. “I just barely beat her,” I continued. “It was an incredible match! It could have gone either way!!”
“Excellent, excellent,” smiled York widely, genuinely pleased. “And Kimberly… how did she feel?”
“I know she was disappointed at the loss, but she took it well. We even kissed for a moment… but just a moment! Then somehow I was back in my room, groping at thin air. That was your doing, wasn’t it?”
“I cannot say, but I’m certain it must have been well intended. Remember, if the two of you converse too much in a personal manner, there is a possibility your fantasy could unravel.”
There it was again. I had no idea what York meant. I wasn’t sure whether I should be grateful, or mad, that Kim & I had been interrupted in the throws of a passionate embrace. But whatever. Kim & I still had two more matches. I answered him as evenly as I could, eating crow, “Certainly, thanks for looking out for us.”
“You are most welcome, Benjamin. It is my only goal, to assist my guests in achieving their fantasies to the fullest.”
But then York turned pensive for a moment, before looking directly at me… more like into me. His dark eyes bore deeply into mine, and I was momentarily mesmerized. It was like I was there… and I wasn’t there… both at the same time. In the inward recesses of my mind, I swore I could feel someone’s touch… probing my mind for some deep, unspoken truth.
Then just as suddenly, it was over, and I wasn’t sure whether it had happened at all. York was asking something about tonight’s match and I managed to snap out of my stupor.
“Umm… yeah…” was all I managed to say as I handed him my written specifications for the next match.
York took a moment to read the list, occasionally saying something like, “most inspiring,” or “excellent choice.”
Finally, he looked up from the ‘spec sheet,’ saying, “Very well done, Benjamin. I am most certain that you and Kimberly shall have a most thrilling rematch. However, considering the attire, perhaps you have granted her too much advantage?”
“True, but that’s the way I want it. I’ve fantasized about a match of this type with Kim far too long to forego it now. Besides, I’m ahead by one and can afford to be generous… and I still could win, you know.”
“Yes, Benjamin, you could,” replied York evenly, but with little conviction. “I have other guests to attend to now. Everything will be as you requested.”
I handed York a small bag containing Kim’s ‘attire,’ as well as several notes to be used at the match site. I stumbled out the door, and Kato led me back to my cottage. The afternoon sun bore down on us as we walked, and I was thankful to have an air-conditioned cottage. Kato must have been accustomed to dealing with dazed clients, saying little along the way. Once inside, I lay down for a moment to rest, or so I thought.
Before I knew it, there came a knocking at my door. “Benjamin, Benjamin,” someone called, rapping on my door ever more loudly. “It is almost time, you must wake up and make preparations. It is 4:45. Please answer the door!”
I stumbled to the door and swung it open to find Kato standing there, smiling widely. “Umm, thanks Kato. I owe you one.”
“No problem, sir. My services are included in your fee.”
“Uhh, yeah sure. But thanks, anyway,” I told him.
“Anytime sir, anytime,” he replied. “When you are ready, the match location is just 5 minutes down that path,” he told me, motioning to a narrow dirt path cut through lush foliage. “Be sure to allow yourself a few extra minutes so you don’t bump into Kimberly along the way. And, you must go around to the opposite side of the building. That is where your dressing room is located.”
I took a second to let the information register on my foggy mind, finally replying, “Thanks Kato. Wish me luck?”
“There is no need sir. I’m certain all things will occur to your ultimate satisfaction.” Then Kato did an about face and trotted away down the path, no doubt having other duties to perform.
I jumped into the shower to throw off the doldrums and wake myself up. I started with hot water to ease my aches and pains from the day before, and finished with cold, coming full alert. I threw on some clothes, went out the door, and headed quickly down the path.
After a few minutes, I arrived at a small cottage. I saw one of my notes taped to the door, so I knew this was the place. I went around to the other side of the place and went inside. It was a small dressing room, with a door leading to another room. I went inside, inspecting the ‘wrestling chamber.’ Everything was as I’d requested. The bed was a king with four brass posts and canopy. I peeked at the underside of the canopy, and sure enough, there was a mirror. There was plenty of room on all sides of the bed, and the carpeting was super soft and lush. Then I heard a nearby door open & shut, suddenly realizing that Kim had arrived in the other dressing room. I hightailed it back to my dressing room!
After silently closing the door, I took a couple of deep, calming breaths, and began to disrobe. I was nervous and jittery, knowing I’d soon see Kim’s two luscious orbs for the first time! I’d imagined them many times in my fantasies, but soon they would be for real! Would they be as I’d imagined??
I lost no time getting naked and then putting on my tiny, red thong. I wondered whether Kim would wear the ‘optional attire’ I’d supplied - I certainly hoped for it!
I unfolded a copy of the note I’d had York supply to Kim, and read it once again:
All wrestling will be done on the bed. Standing on the bed is not allowed - only kneeling. The match will start with both wrestlers in the neutral position at the center of the bed. The match will be two out of three falls, each decided by a 5-second pin of the shoulders to the mattress. There will be no time limit, no time-outs, and no rest period between rounds.
The winner of the first round will start the second round in the ‘down position,’ giving the loser a slight advantage at first. Provided there is a third round, positions will reverse for the start of that round.
If a person falls from the bed, the match will resume at ‘center bed’, with that person taking the ‘down position,’ and the other taking the ‘top position.’ If both fall from the bed, all holds must be released and the wrestlers must separate immediately. The match will resume at center bed from the neutral position.
Enter now… if you dare!
It was an inspired scenario, one I had crafted for many months, well before ever hearing of Fantastic Island. I had lived this thing so many times in my mind that I could barely believe it was happening now. I took a deep, calming breath and entered the wrestling chamber. It was only a moment when the opposite door opened and Kim appeared. My eyes locked onto her boobs. They were fantastic, perhaps even a bit larger and firmer than I’d imagined… and I’d imagined a lot!! Her boobs were considerably ‘perky’, in view of their size, bouncing more lightly than I could believe as she walked towards the bed. Her bright pink nipples were small in diameter, but stuck out prominently in the air-conditioned room. Thankfully, Kim wore the optional attire I’d provided - fishnet hose and garter belt. She looked fantastic!
There was a big smile on Kim’s face, as she slowly spun around in a circle for me to fully take in her outfit. The bright white fishnet hose really accentuated the purple panties and garter belt! Since Kim’s boobs would be bare, I’d requested bright, but indirect lighting for the match. I wanted to see everything real well! And I certainly could! Her purple thong and garter belt shone brightly in the well-lit room.
Kim’s smile was captivating, and my mind was barely functional. Then I realized she was waiting for me to do the same. I slowly turned 360 degrees, allowing Kim a full view of my tiny outfit. When I finished, Kim was still smiling, a good sign for sure. Her gaze was fixated upon the bulge in my tiny thong, and I realized she might have trouble concentrating on the match herself.
We approached the wrestling bed from opposite sides. Kim paused for a moment, presumably to loosen up, stretching & arching her back, accentuating her large boobs all the more. I knew the move for what it was and I didn’t mind one bit, drinking in the sheer sight of her with my eyes.
We climbed up on the bed on our knees, preparing to do battle. I glanced up at the underside of the canopy and was greeted with a ‘top view’ of her boobs. Kim glanced up as well, seeing the mirror for the first time and smiling her approval. A bell clanged somewhere, signaling us to begin. We wasted no time getting underway, both eager for the contest.
Kim moved in close for a clinch, and soon her large, firm, globular breasts were pressed hard against my chest. The contact was electric, and I gasped aloud, overwhelmed with sensation. The next thing I knew, Kim had thrown me down & I was lying down with my back to the mattress. Kim was holding me down and counting me out, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three…” I snapped out of it, managing to raise a shoulder momentarily.
“What’s the matter, Ben, having problems concentrating?” she teased.
“I seem to have underestimated your breasts…” I gasped, catching an eyeful of her dominant orbs dangling freely just inches above my face. I looked up at the mirror and saw Kim’s shoulders flexing & straining to hold me in place. I could see her firm, nearly naked ass and beautiful fishnet-hosed legs pressing hard against my stomach as she straddled me at the waist, effectively controlling my movements.
Kim shoved me down, pinning my shoulders to the mattress once again. Some life finally sparked in my brain, and I knew I had to get free quickly. I bridged, throwing Kim off me to the side. I rose quickly, knowing she wouldn’t be long striking back. She grabbed me from behind, pulling my arms back and securing them in a double armlock. Kim pushed me back down and I landed face-first on the mattress. She planted her firm, almost naked ass directly upon my firm, almost naked ass. Then she yanked hard, pulling my arms back fiercely. I scowled my displeasure and was rewarded with more of the same. The pain was incredible. How could a woman so voluptuous looking deliver so much pain so effectively??
I was having a hard time getting loose, held deep in the confines of the mattress. Kim seemed to be ratcheting up the level of pain to my arms. I wriggled around ineffectively, glanced around, and finally realized we were close to the edge of the bed… and my possible salvation! Kim was shifting around, her legs sliding across the sides of my torso, probably adjusting her position of control. I knew it was my best chance, so I twisted hard to the side and then lifted my ass up off the mattress and got my knees under me. The suddenness of the move threw Kim off me and she fell to the soft, lushly carpeted floor.
I moved to the bed center and awaited her return. By the rules of the match, Kim would have to take the bottom position for the restart. She climbed up onto the mattress and waddled towards me, boobs jiggling & swaying. I knew the movement to be no accident, but what was I to do? I kneeled there, drinking in the sight of her!
“You were lucky,” she stated evenly.
“Maybe… but maybe not!” I countered.
Kim knelt down on her hands and knees to take the bottom position. I took the top position next to her, placing my right knee next to her left one. I grabbed a hold of her left wrist with mine, and wrapped my right arm around her back. I brushed my hand against her belly, taking the opportunity to ‘drift’ across her belly button, and then further, touching her below the garter belt briefly. I was rewarded with a soft, raspy sigh from her lips, confirming that she was vulnerable to the touch, too.
“I think you like the garter belt too much for your own good,” she whispered unevenly.
“I think it was you who liked it a lot. Now I’ll show you what I like,” I replied, seeing through her ruse. “Ready, set, go!” I exclaimed.
I quickly grabbed a hold of her right boob with my right hand, my first overt move on her breasts. I finally had a handful of one of her full, firm breasts! But that wasn’t enough for me! I grabbed the other one before Kim could react to my overt moves. She tried to get away by rising to a kneeling position, but I just moved in close behind her. I groped her huge orbs with wild abandon, fulfilling one of my principal fantasies. Before she could react, I grabbed around Kim more fully, ultimately switching hands upon her boobs. I squeezed her chest in a reverse bearhug while my hands massaged her full, huge globular breasts. I glanced up at the mirror, watching as my hands kneaded her breasts and tugged upon her nipples. I was grateful for the mirror. I’d have hated for a sight like that to go unseen!
Kim seemed to have trouble breaking free of the hold, the bearhug perhaps having some affect. Maybe I had her in trouble?? In desperation, Kim flung herself forwards onto the mattress, landing face down. I followed closely, maintaining the grip/grope/bearhug on her boobs. I wrapped myself close against her from head to toe, steeling as much erotic pleasure from the moment as I could. But it was too much for me when Kim responded by rubbing her nearly naked ass back and forth against my rigid male rod. I gasped a sigh of pure pleasure as she maneuvered erotically from below. It was just the opening Kim needed, rising to her knees rapidly and pushing me off. Before I knew it, I had tumbled to the floor.
I picked myself up and got back onto the bed. Kim was waiting in the center area motioning me to get down on my hands and knees to assume the bottom position. The match had turned surprisingly erotic, which was fine with me. I’d match her move for erotic move, or so I thought.
I knelt down in the ‘bottom’ position on my hands and knees. Kim settled in alongside in the top position. She pressed her huge boobs against my bare back just before starting, “Ready, set, go!”
I wasn’t too worried about starting from bottom position, but I should have been! Her left hand stayed on my left wrist, but her right hand, which had been on my tummy, quickly slid against my thong. Before I knew it, Kim’s hand was inside my thong and grabbing a substantial hold directly upon my rigid male rod. I gasped loudly at the near electric contact!!
I didn’t want to, but I had to do something, and fast. She’d have me in seconds if this continued! I tried to get up to my knees, and succeeded only too well. But she used my momentum against me and we tumbled over backwards. Kim was below me, her back to the mattress with my back to her. Her legs were snaked around the outside of mine in a grapevine move and her left arm was around my neck for a headlock. Unfortunately (or fortunately??), Kim still had a solid grip on my manhood with her right hand, groping, probing and gently tugging. I was nearly delirious with pleasure - captured and ravaged by the woman of my fantasies. As I struggled in vain, I glanced upwards into the mirror to revel in my plight and was met by Kim’s voyeuristic gaze in return. I could only smile, happy beyond my dreams to be thusly entangled with such a woman.
My situation was both desperate and erotic. I had to get lose, or she’d have me weak and down for the count in no time. I wriggled around desperately, and Kim finally released her hold upon my rod. But things didn’t improve for long as Kim managed to exchange one hold for another, now scissoring my pelvis with her fantastic thighs clamped hard upon my rigid rod - out of the frying pan and into the fire!!
I flailed around with my upper body like a fish on a line, trying to shake the hook. Kim’s boobs pressed against my chest briefly and I calmed for a moment. Then subtly at first, Kim started to slide her fishnet hose… the hose that I’d picked out… slowly back and forth against the fabric of my tiny thong. ‘Aaarrrggghhh!!!’ my mind screamed in pleasure/pain as Kim continued to ‘torment’ my male organ.
I was going nutty from the contact, losing all willpower. I was hers for the taking! Before long, Kim shoved me off of her and to the side. I was unable to mount any resistance and Kim soon planted her taut ass firmly upon my chest, straddling me there for a Schoolgirl pin. I didn’t resist, content, ready for the inevitable. Her unyielding breasts dangled enticingly above my face, just out of reach of my lips. Her knees were over my shoulders holding me down. I stared up her thighs into the area between her legs, imagining… But then I heard her voice coming from above, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round one.”
I could tell she was enjoying herself immensely, but Kim finally released me, and then moved to the center of the bed. I was a moment recovering before I could get up. I’d been mesmerized and dominated… and I loved it! But that didn’t mean I was giving up. To the contrary, I intended to try all the harder to turn the tables on her! The match had turned erotic, but it was still a match, and I was determined to have my revenge!
Because she had won the first round, Kim assumed the bottom position for the start of round two. I moved closer and knelt down alongside her, my left hand going to her left wrist and my right hand around her torso and resting upon her tummy.
The starting bell sounded! I tried a new tactic, leaving her boobs alone for now and instead trying to force her down. She grabbed my right hand and rolled. I had no choice but to follow, my tactic backfiring completely. I landed on my back, badly in danger of being pinned once again. Kim quickly planted her boobs full onto my chest, pressing me down hard, and then reached between my legs. I thought she was going for another grope on my male rod, but instead she pulled on my leg, going for a classic pin. My legs are very, very strong, and Gwen had not known. I quickly countered her move with sheer thigh power and she rolled over as a result. I followed her closely, our chests still pressed firmly together as we rolled. Kim landed on bottom and I held her there with the pressure of my chest upon hers. She wriggled and squirmed… the movement of her bulging breasts tantalizing against my skin! I resisted by pushing back, squashing her breasts flat beneath me. Kim struggled, unable to break the hold, and after a time, I could feel her weakening from the effort some.
I had her now! A vengeful thought went through my mind and a lurid smile crossed my face. I maneuvered myself from a cross-body position into more of a body press. I still held her down tight as Kim struggled to get free, seeming to grow weaker by the moment. Maybe she was playing me, waiting for her chance, but I didn’t give it to her, slipping my thigh between her legs and making intimate contact against her thong-covered pussy. Gwen’s eyes went big when she realized what was going on, re-doubling her efforts to get free. I rubbed my thigh forward and back slowly against her womanhood. Now it was Kim’s turn to gasp and groan as I held her down, slowly extracting my revenge upon her. Despite her best efforts, Kim was as helpless as a pussycat!
“Turnabout is fair play,” I whispered in her ear.
“You started it,” she gasped hoarsely, gulping for air as my thigh continued to stroke against her womanhood.
Finally, I figured I’d had my revenge. Kim was helpless beneath me. I slid on top of her to return the favor of her earlier pin atop me. I straddled her body and sat my ass upon her large, firm boobs. My knees rested upon her shoulders for a Schoolboy pin. Kim looked me squarely in the eyes, and whetted her lips. I knew what was on her mind, but there was no way I was gonna let her up for anything!!
“Don’t bother trying to seduce me. I’m not letting you up until you’re counted out!” I told her forcefully, although I’m not sure I really meant it. But a moment later, Kim quit fighting it and submitted to the inevitable as I counted her out, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round two.”
I took my time getting off her, letting my thong covered rod glance across her bare boobs as I dismounted. Thankfully, she failed to notice, or she’d have been aware of another potent weapon against me.
I moved back to the center bed position and knelt down, assuming the bottom position, as it was Kim’s turn to be on top. She was inspecting her garter belt and hose, which had taken a real beating.
“Give me a second,” she asked.
I sat up on my haunches and watched while Kim slipped out of her stockings and garter belt. I decided to make conversation, not knowing quite what to say after the erotic turn of events. “Say, um… I couldn’t help myself… your breasts were so… tempting… I had to grab them,” I stuttered.
“Oh, I don’t mind. After all, I got even,” she replied, a seductive smile on her lips.
“You sure did! But then I got even, too.” I returned her smile with one of my own… I hoped it looked erotic, but I didn’t really know.
“That you did! But, that was still fine. Turnabout is fair,” she countered.
“Yeah. That’s a fun way to fight,” I told her, but considering whether we should continue this way, ultimately deciding to ask her for a change of pace. “But I was wondering about changing the third round… and going back to plain wrestling.”
Her smile went flat for a moment, but returned quickly enough, a calculating look in her eyes. I could tell Kim was having second thoughts about her chances if we continued the match in an erotic manner. “OK. That’s fine!” she told me.
“No crotch holds, then, OK?” I asked.
“Yep. But that’s all… no limits on my boobs!” she replied emphatically.
“I wouldn’t dream of it!” I replied, wearing a shit-eating grin. “That was an intentional part of the match.”
I bent down, again assuming the bottom position with Kim on top. The starting bell clanged automagically and we began the third round. I attempted to grab her arm and pull her around and over my back as she’d just done to me. But Kim was too fast, pulling my left arm from under me and forcing me face-first to the bed. Before I knew it, she had me in a half-nelson on the left side, and was trying to flip me, no doubt going for the pin immediately. I went freely with the attempt, easily freeing myself from the nelson and rolling onto my back. Kim was caught off guard, hesitating for a moment. My legs came up quickly and clamped about her neck for a head scissors, pulling her face deep within my thighs.
I hadn’t planned it, but there she was nevertheless, and it had been my own doing. Kim’s face was pressed hard against my manhood, and I didn’t know what to do. Here I’d just convinced her against using crotch holds. But it wasn’t like she’d been the aggressor. It was my own darn fault that her face was pressed hard against my rigid rod! Still, Kim was helpless for the moment, so I increased the pressure on her. She tried to rock free, but I intended to keep her trapped.
Kim switched tactics, twisting until she got her legs beneath her. Then she got to her knees, her head still caught between my thighs. She worked her hands between my thighs, relieving the pressure on her neck, snaking her head free. But I was prepared for the move and quickly clamped my legs about her chest, trapping her huge boobs in a scissors maneuver, squashing them flat for the moment. The sight of those huge orbs literally oozing from between my legs was an incredible sight, and I just wanted to grab a hold of them! I forgot all about squeezing with the scissors lock for the time being, as my mind concentrated only upon the two large orbs trapped between my legs.
Kim seemed to have settled into the position, as well. I knew she was resting, gathering her strength, but my conscious mind didn’t seem to be responding, fixated on her breasts instead. That proved to be my undoing as Kim spun to the side quickly, falling off the bed to the floor and dragging me with her.
Kim got up first and moved to the opposite side of the bed, as I was still somewhat mesmerized. I finally got up, seeing that Kim was waiting across the bed from me. Since we’d both fallen off the bed, we would restart from a neutral position. Kim and I climbed back onto the bed simultaneously and moved towards each other at center bed. Kim extended her arms outwards and upwards, challenging me to a test of strength contest. But my eyes were focused on her two large breasts, as they seemed to rise and swell with the upward movement of her arms.
We clasped hands, interlocking our fingers together, making the hold very hard to break. Our chests met in a flurry of movement, her breasts attacking my chest, while my chest attacked her breasts! We pushed hard against each other, flailing and struggling with our chests and hands, trying to knock the other one onto their back. The contact with her huge boobs was intoxicating and I had no reserves to counter with. Kim forced me over backwards and I landed on my back. Kim was close behind, our hands still clasped tightly together in a seemingly unbreakable grip.
I instinctively entwined Kim’s legs in mine, knowing that I had to keep her from going for a Schoolgirl pin. We were caught in each other’s embrace, rolling, spinning and twisting, fingers still interlocked, trying to dominate the other. As we twisted and turned, I saw our bodies in the canopy mirror, entangled & taut against the other, flesh straining against flesh, and muscles straining against muscles. Kim’s boobs jostled and bumped, repeatedly thrashing across my chest. It was an incredible feeling, and I didn’t want it to end! But my resistance was failing as we continued flailing about the mattress in what had now become my favorite ‘hold.’ Kim slid her sweat-covered orbs against my sweat-covered chest repeatedly, and there was no escape, as our legs were still entwined and fingers interlocked. I really liked fighting this way, even though I knew I was on the losing end of it.
Kim must have realized my condition and broke free of the handclasp. I expected her to finish me off easily, but her movements were sluggish. Kim wasn’t in much better shape than I was!! I tried to roll free, but the realization had come too late. Kim grabbed my right arm and tucked it between her thighs, then lay down across my body with her huge breasts holding my chest down. I immediately thought of reaching for her pussy, as that was probably my only hope at escape, but the rules I’d requested prevented such a maneuver. Before I could switch tactics, Kim had captured my left arm in both of hers.
Kim’s breasts loomed large in front of my face, and there was little I could do to resist. There was a brief hope for a moment when I managed to free my right arm from between her thighs. I latched onto her right boob, but what was I gonna do other than paw at it? Kim quickly regained control and forced my arm back between her thighs. I thrashed around some more, twisting and turning, failing to do much other than prolonging the inevitable by a few moments.
But I’d also forced Kim into moving her breasts much closer to my face. First one boob, and then the other attacked my face. I gasped for air, not knowing what to do. I wanted them badly, but Kim’s boobs were too large and too dominant for me to escape. Kim had me and I knew it! I had little reserves remaining and could resist no longer. Kim began to count me out, “one-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four, and, one-thousand-five. I win round three, and the second match! We are now tied at one match apiece.”
The elation was clear in Kim’s voice. She was genuinely excited to win, forcing me to a third match. I wouldn’t have admitted it to her, but I was glad to have lost, as I desperately wanted a third match with her, one I was certain would be even more exciting!
She lay atop me, lost in the moment. Kim’s breasts were still close at hand, and I stroked them softly as we rested. Kim moved on top of me for a full body press, but then surprised me by snaking her legs around mine in a grapevine pin. Her boobs held me down and I didn’t resist. The cross-body pin didn’t allow much cuddling, so I was happier to be caught like this. Her breasts slithered across my chest several times, our sweat commingling as we did. Then Kim placed her lips upon mine and we kissed with more passion than I’d ever experienced before. I wanted to get naked with her so badly, but then suddenly… poof!
I was back in my cottage groping at thin air! Kim was gone and I was alone… just moments from satisfying a long-suffering lust! Damn! Damn! Double damn! I cursed a few moments longer, then slid my thong down to my ankles and kicked it aside. I grabbed a bottle of hand lotion nearby and squirted a liberal amount onto my palm. It wasn’t Kim, but it would have to do. My thoughts lingered on her for some time, finally succumbing to the vigors of the lotion.
I took a cold shower, my only solace being that tomorrow would be even better than today! I would have Kim then for sure… I just knew it!
I dressed for supper. I was hungry for a steak and wasn’t about to be denied!
The End of Part 2B(en).
[Author’s note: Any similarity of names used in this story to actual persons was unintentional and purely coincidental.]