Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2002 22:13:08 +0000
From: Bridget 69_2 <bridget69_2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wrestling Trilogy - part 1

The Initiation

The gymnasium was crowded with people that day and I had been lucky to get a
seat on the front row only 10 feet from the sweaty athletes rolling about on
the wrestling mat. The competition would decide who of the young freestyle
wrestlers could participate in the Olympic Games.

As long as I could remember I had found wrestling most stimulating and
exciting and had tried to attend all the matches I could, and now, in my
19th year the action thrilled me more than ever. I watched fascinated and
aroused as the last match reached the final stage. My favourite wrestler was
about to lose as his opponent had him in a tight headlock and worked to
press down his lithe bridge. I trembled and cheered the groaning youth, but
gradually his body lowered until his shoulders were only an inch above the
matting. I was beside myself and yelled in despair. Then he exploded, thrust
up his hips, and overturned his opponent to pin him before he could bridge
up. Did I shout with joy!

I wanted to drink to the victory so I went to the bar as the competition
ended. There I met Judy. She stood beside me, a black Nikon over her
shoulder and a gin in her hand and looked at me. I must have been rather
giddy and elated by the triumph and the first drink vanished in no time. As
I ordered the second she asked me what I was celebrating, and I gave her a
vivid description of "my" wrestler's victory. She sent me a conspiratorial
smile and said she knew the feeling. We started to talk about wrestling in
general and she told me that she was a photographer with a fondness for
wrestling and that "my" wrestler was her favourite too. I became curious and
asked if she had any pictures of him wrestling, and as she nodded I asked if
I could see them.

Judy lived just round the corner so we went to her flat and she fixed a
couple of drinks and left the room to get the photos. I followed her as we
chatted and while she opened a case I looked around. There it was, on the
wall over her bed. I blushed crimson but couldn't look away. A huge glossy
photostat in beautiful colours, almost life-sized of two muscular, naked
girls, glistening as if covered in oil, clinging to each other's tanned
bodies in an inflaming wrestling posture, the one arched in a high, lithe
wrestler's bridge on her heels and brow, the other atop with her arms and
legs twisted around the straining woman, intensely looking down at her.

I had never seen women wrestle so it hit me right between the eyes. Suddenly
I realised that Judy was still talking, with her back to me, squatting
before the case, unaware of my shocked state. I hadn't heard a word of what
she'd said but she didn't seem to notice. As she handed me the pictures, we
went into the other room and sat down. I looked at them. They were splendid,
but I could not tear my thoughts away from the intriguing poster. I took the
bull by the horns and told her that I hadn't realised that girls wrestled
too. She smiled and fetched a book which she handed me. I flipped through it
fleetingly, afraid that she would notice my flushed cheeks. It was full of
photos of young women wrestling, some wearing gym slips, some stark naked.

I was afraid to look thoroughly at the compelling pictures, so I asked Judy
if she had books on boys too. This was more safe ground. She gave me three
and offered me to borrow them all. I had this sensation of inner excitement
and could hardly wait to get home and study the books, so we agreed to meet
again the following week.

Although I went to bed early, I didn't sleep much that night or the
following, as I went through the books again and again. They had a highly
arousing effect on me, especially the one on girls. For a long time I
dwelled on a series of photos of two young, naked women, rubbed in
glistening oil, lying closely intertwined on a huge wrestling mattress in
various erotic wrestling positions, trying to pin each other's brawny
bodies. With a bit of surprise, I found the sight of the girls' facial
expressions even more arousing than the sight of their bodies. Their faces
and intense, flirting eye contact radiated joy and sensuality mixed with a
good deal of raw lust. Nothing had ever stirred me to such heights and I
tingled with excitement.

I realised that I yearned to wrestle another girl in the nude and the
thought excited me further. I found a section on training in one of the
other books and went through the exercises. I learned to fall on my bed and
to bridge, this exciting last defence possibility that numerous times had
electrified me during the male wrestling, in which one wrestler desperately
raises his hips, leaning on his head and feet, to avoid having his shoulders
pinned to the mat by the upper wrestler.

While I lay naked in my bed, my back arched in a high bridge position, I
fancied having a panting girl wrestler on top of me, squirming her girlish
body and coiling muscles against my quivering limbs and sweaty skin, to
press my resistant body to the mattress. My belly was fluttering and I was
totally overcome by my new sexual feelings.

I fell into the habit of training my body for several hours a day and when I
finally contacted Judy to return the material, as we sat on the couch
sipping gin and tonic, I asked her if she wrestled herself. She nodded and
told me that she used the biggest room in her apartment as a gymnasium. I
asked her to see it, and she opened the door to a huge room. It was at least
30 by 40 feet and on the floor a proper 20 by 20 wrestling mat was spread,
with a deep red velveteen cover that made it look invitingly soft.

In the corner I noticed her Nikon on a tripod, and several photofloods in
the ceiling over the mat. The end wall was covered with numerous 7 by 10
pictures of wrestling situations, both male and female. Several represented
Judy oil wrestling other girls in the nude, and some of them were so highly
erotic that it was difficult to say if the girls were wrestling or making
love. Again I felt my cheeks burn with desire. I swallowed and pointed at
one where Judy strained semi bridging underneath a gorgeous, glistening
blonde, head to tail, arms locked around each other's sleek hips, eyes
dewed, mouths glued to each other's sex in what looked like a torrid 69
position. I asked Judy if she was a lesbian, but she grinned and said that
she enjoyed the best of both worlds. Shamelessly she feasted her eyes on the
photo, smiled wistfully as if she recalled the juicy moment and added that
she had orgasmed shortly after the picture had been taken, but so had the
other girl, and it was Judy who had won the match as she had flipped the
blonde over and pinned her amid her climax.

I felt confused by the frank way she spoke about her sexuality. I was not
used to it, but it excited me no end. Judy proceeded to tell me that from
her early teens, the thought of two naked bodies locked together, sweating
and gasping with exertion had done things to her. I was not alone. She had
therefore decided to give it a try and had come across other girls feeling
the same way. They met regularly and had developed the close, hugging type
of erotic wrestling which gave both their aggressions an outlet as well as
their sexual longings. They spent hours oil wrestling each other and loved
every minute of it. Finally, she invited me to attend the matches the
following week if I liked to. Not for the world would I miss this
opportunity to explore my newly found sexual desires and quickly agreed.

That night I imagined that my bed was Judy's huge wrestling mat and I
writhed and panted my naked body into the most inflaming wrestling postures
I could think of as I fought my lithe eiderdown. It was almost dawn when I
finally conquered her and fell asleep, sweat soaked, happy and victorious,
atop my subjugated opponent.

The next day I felt dizzy. I realised that I just couldn't wait to get
started myself, so I phoned Judy and asked her if she would teach me how to
wrestle. She gladly invited me over and at 8 p.m. I arrived, fluttering with
excitement.

As we went into her gym I looked carefully at Judy. She was 22 years old she
told me, about five foot eight, slim and lithe, with long black hair and
blazing blue eyes. I felt the thrill of anticipation as we started to strip,
and my eyes widened at her magnificent torso as she limbered up
provocatively before me without taking her eyes off me. She was sensuously
shaped, extremely muscular and an obvious bodybuilder, musclegirl type,
strong-looking in a wiry manner. Her full breasts, taut with a proud
defiance, stood out from her body that curved in and then out over rounded
buttocks from which came two long, shapely legs. I noticed that she had
removed her pubic hair.

Judy caught her breath as I stood before her in my bare skin. Her eyes
glistened, while I rippled my muscles temptingly. Physically there was
little to choose between us. We were both in peak physical condition -
strong and tight - in all the full bloom of our beauty and sexual power. We
stood for a moment taking in the pleasures of viewing each other's naked
body, both knowing that soon we would engage in a hot entanglement, each
with the sole purpose to lay the other down on both shoulders and take her
sexually.

"You have a good body," she said as she gave me a slow, admiring look up and
down, "that of a wrestler." I felt proud. She fetched a bottle of olive oil,
started to oil herself and told me to do the same. I asked her why she liked
to oil up, but she just smiled flirtingly at me and handed me the bottle.
"You'll find out when you feel my body on yours!"

As she rubbed her flawless breasts, teasing her nipples, making them grow to
their fullest, she rotated her golden hips. She spread the oil evenly until
it covered her entire body making her as slippery as an eel. The oil,
coupled with her deep tan gave her muscles a golden gleam that was extremely
erotic.

I did likewise and enjoyed the smooth feeling as my soaked hands glided all
over my body, leaving it sparkling and supple looking. Judy asked me to turn
around and her warm hands excited me as they kneaded the muscles of my back.
Then she turned around and told me to lubricate hers.

Judy asked me how much I knew about wrestling, and I told her that I had
attended male wrestling for several years and knew all the holds but had
never tried myself. "Can you make a wrestler's bridge?" she asked, and I
laid down.

The feel of the soft wrestling mat yielding to my oiled back made me quiver
with excitement as I proceeded to reveal my pruriences. The thought of me
lying there, naked and oil-glistening, on the huge mattress, used as
erotical playground by wanton girls who feasted themselves on each other's
naked bodies, inseparably clamped together in sweating embraces, writhing
lewdly in unbridled sexual combat, made my head swim. Then I bridged. Judy
watched me carefully, and turning my head in the bridge I could see that she
enjoyed what she was seeing. The way her dreamy eyes caressed my tense body
made this obvious. In a low voice she asked me to spread my legs further to
gain better support. Doing just that, and at the same time thrusting a bit
upwards with my hips, I smiled inside, knowing that this gave her a
beautiful view of my pussy arching up as the highest point of my body. Judy
bit her lower lip and unconsciously rubbed her left breast and just looked
and looked. It was as if time held its breath for a while, and I suddenly
grew more than wet between my legs. This was exhibitionism at its full
power. Me lying there naked, bridging as provocatively and invitingly as I
could to try to turn on another girl ... and succeeding! I was looking just
as intently at Judy as she was at me, and suddenly our eyes met and locked,
communicating our exploding, mutual arousal in a split second. We held our
stares while Judy slowly strolled down towards my feet. Not to break the eye
contact, I unbridged, as Judy was now standing between my legs. Almost in a
whisper she asked me if I had ever been kissed by another girl. I flushed
and said that I hadn't but would love to.

I suddenly realised that I was lying spreadeagled, my legs seductively bent,
wide open, my arms stretched submissively above my head, slightly
sway-backed as if inviting a lover to test the tight buoyancy of my swelling
breasts and mount me. I didn't want to move, because that was exactly what I
desired. Judy seemed to understand my body language and slowly slid on top
of me. She straightened out her legs and lay between mine, her weight
pressing down upon my Venus mound, resting on her elbows as she looked down,
just like a lover would do, into my glowing face. Instinctively I twined my
legs around hers, adopting a full blooded missionary position.

Slowly she bent her head and licked my lips. Then she kissed me, a warm wet,
opened-mouth tongue-kiss. I squirmed with unbounded excitement and kissed
her back the best I knew. She looked me straight in the eyes while her oiled
brown arms slowly encircled my torso under the armpits gripping my deltoids.
I put my arms around her as she snuggled down, moulding her naked body into
mine, breast straining against breast, extended nipples crossing each other.
She freed her legs and spread her thighs about my trembling body and pressed
me to the mattress. The feel of the lithe, slippery girl gradually encasing
me made me gasp with pleasure. I could have lain there forever, fierily
kissing Judy's full lips, in the velvety sandwich between her curvaceous,
oiled body and the soft wrestling mat. She kissed somehow different from the
boys I used to make love to, very sensitively and inflaming, and I loved it.

So did Judy and suddenly she raised her head and gasped a lungful of air.
Her eyes were misty and she half-smiled feverishly. "I don't have to teach
you how to kiss," she panted. "You have a good weapon for erotic wrestling
there, but you are pinned now. I'll kiss you again, and then try to get your
shoulders off the mat. Bridge or turn me over or whatever you like, but get
out of your dangerous position, okay?" I nodded willingly.

The kiss this time was not gentle but hard, tongues writhing deep in each
other's mouths, lips crunched together voraciously. It was fantastic lying
under Judy as her body tightened and she clamped onto me, hotly kissing,
smothered in the slippery, muscular limbs of her taut, girlish body, tense
female sinews rippling against mine. I recalled the exercises with my
eiderdown and slowly strained up my body against Judy's, twisting into a
high bridge, lifting her clear off the mat. I tried to twist sideways but
she clung to me tightly with all her body and blocked my movements,
intensely looking into my wide eyes as her vivid tongue explored the deepest
recesses of my gasping mouth. She forced her sleek shoulders down against
mine and her muscled arms tightened the grip around my arched torso. I just
lay there bridging, bright-eyed, looking up at her, reciprocating her
aphrodisiac kiss and straining to keep my bridge.

Then I lowered my hips and arched my torso until I was almost pinned and
intensified the writhings of my tongue until Judy gasped lasciviously and
her eyes closed for a split second. This was what I had waited for. I thrust
my hips up, rolled her under me and reversed our positions. Instinctively
she bucked upwards but relaxed as I raised my head. To lie naked atop Judy
in the victorious position, fully containing her oiled body, made me burn
with lust. "You can make a hell of a sex wrestler," she panted huskily. "I
don't think I can teach you much right now, but I want to find your weak
spots, so let's have a real wrestle."

We got to our feet. Judy was tense but ready, with concentration in her face
combined with an impatience to get started in combat. She faced me with her
feet planted wide apart and licked her lips with anticipation. We were ready
to wrestle, gliding together our two bodies, and lasciviously eyed each
other up and down. Slowly we encircled each other, tentatively, faces
flushed with excitement. Then we came together with our hands on each
other's shoulders.

We finally got each other into a tight double bearhug, holding each other
with all the force we could, gazing eyes only an inch apart. Judy bared her
teeth and inched closer to me as she adjusted her feet to open her thighs
around mine. We clung together feeling out each other's coiling muscles as
our lips met again, and this time we stayed together, clasped in each
other's arms.

She strained me to her breasts and I could feel that although she was taking
the wrestler's normal pleasure from squeezing me so that I was unable to
act, she was also enjoying the proximity of my slippery body, pressed to
hers, our breasts forced together, our bellies and pelvises in contact. Judy
tightened her grip around my torso and tried to bend me back but I repelled
the attack. We both stood there swaying and grinding each other's oily
breasts into our own, muscular torsos clamped together in sweating embraces.
She proceeded to rotate her torso slightly causing an inflaming mutual
breast massage. Our eyes were still intent on each other and I trembled
involuntarily as our erect nipples flicked together.

In a flash she went over backwards, pulling me with her. As she hit the mat
she writhed around and ended up on top of me, between my legs. I tried to
bridge, but the way she strained her body made it impossible, so I bent my
neck all the way over, arched my torso in a half bridge and kept my
shoulders an inch above the mat. Staring into her hungry eyes as seductively
as I could, I curled my legs around hers and spread them a bit further. She
squirmed against me to pin me, and pressed her groin into mine. The lips of
our clefts were wide apart and as they met, an alarmingly delicious flash of
heat went through my body. Her sex gyrated sensuously and pushed down
against mine, and I knew that she was about to grope my most sensitive spot.
I squirmed violently to get the upper hand and for a moment we lay crotch to
crotch, both trying to lock our open sex lips around the other's clit. We
both gasped hotly into each other's mouth as each strained to invade the
glistening sex of the other.

She had the advantage of much experience and suddenly I felt her labia
gripping my protruding clit like a firm hand. She gasped and worked her sex
muscles to pull it further inside. Never before had I had other labia locked
around my clit than my own, and the sensation was immense. When the hold was
properly inflicted she had me on a string. She began to rub eagerly, moving
her cleft slowly and gently. As she glided her supple hips back and forth,
her tight slit kept on producing friction to my throbbing clit, extended in
lust. I raised my hips and moved them back and forth as I desperately
countered the slow, systematic thrusts of my glistening opponent. Our
tongues still had a wrestle of their own as we eyeballed each other in
uninhibited ravishment.

For a while we just lay there, wildly coupling with each other, on the huge
velvety mattress under the lights, two feminine bronzed bodies locked
together in a sweaty inseparable sexual knot, completely absorbed in our
passionate sex wrestle to consummate the joyful, voluntary seduction of the
other and win the match. She writhed her torso slightly and locked her
breasts around my left globe, protruding from my strongly bent upper body,
and started to tighten her breast muscles rhythmically, giving me an
exquisite breast massage. A moment later it was my right breast that was
squeezed by her swelling forms, as she tightened her hold on me and writhed
to press down the arch of my torso.

Gasping a little, I tried to arch up further, but she had my shoulders only
half an inch from the matting. Finally it dawned on me that I was inexorably
approaching an impending climax. I knew that I could not receive many more
of her wild, captivating glides while savouring the extreme arousal from
straining to keep my shoulders raised without having to orgasm. I began to
move in slow, grinding circles to retaliate against her uncanny hold and
this made Judy twitch violently. But it was too late. I hovered exquisitely
on the edge of orgasm for what seemed a long time. Judy intensified her
lovemaking feeling me tense, knowing the initial signs of ecstasy.

With a loud moan she nailed my shoulders to the mat, and the feeling of the
mat caressing both shoulder blades did the trick. The muscles of my sex
began to pulsate wildly and then my climax broke inside me with a blinding
flash. It swept through me in huge waves, as I trembled and writhed. Caught
in a flashing rip-tide of sexual activity I raised my shoulders again and my
orgasm continued. I was taken to a peak of pleasure so high that I thought I
would never descend. Judy continued to rub my clit and orgasm after orgasm
racked my body. At the same time she pressed her torso against mine, and the
multiple orgasms were weakening me so much that she was once more able to
press both my shoulders into the mat. As my climax finally seemed to
subside, I strained my body, bent my neck and raised my shoulders off the
mat again. Immediately Judy resumed her lewd action which actuated another
violent series of orgasms that didn't seem to stop.

Never before had anyone made me come like this wanton girl, and I knew it
was only partly her credit. The main reason was what we were doing - the
essence of wrestling - the magical moment of being held captive with my
shoulders momentarily pressed firmly into the soft mattress. I kept coming
and coming, pinned under Judy's oiled, thrusting body as the mutual
impalement imparadised both of us, me by her hot eyes and vivid tongue, she
by my stiff clit between her labia. She raised her head, looked at me and
lay perfectly still until I calmed down. Her hips then thrust once and I
gasped as new orgasms began to mount. For what seemed an eternity she held
me there, controlling me completely. Each time I thought my climax was over
she gave me just one plunge and I promptly erupted again.

Eventually Judy slid off my trembling body to lie beside me, looking at me
while I gasped, totally exhausted and perfectly satisfied. Gradually I
regained composure, looked at Judy and told her that I had never experienced
orgasms like this. She just smiled and said she'd heard that before. "Press
a girl's shoulders to the mat and catch her clit and she's yours. The
Lesbian Love Lock never fails." For the next five minutes we talked and then
I suggested to continue the wrestle. I badly wanted to win the next fall and
make Judy come too, so we rose and went at it again.

We wrestled and writhed together our slippery bodies but finally I got Judy
where I wanted her - on her back in front of me, lying prone on her torso
and head, my arms imprisoning her under the armpits in a tight reverse bear
hug press. I felt her moist lips gasp into my navel as she raised her knees
and bridged hard under me, jutting up her budding breasts. They tightened
against mine as she lifted up off the mattress and the upthrust of her
sweaty body made the competitive urge in me well up and my pulse race. I
felt her whole body stretch like a bow, quivering, warm pulsating flesh
against mine as we strove for bodily supremacy.

I really bore down on her lithe bridging body, splayed my legs apart,
stretched my body, and centered my whole weight on Judy's chest. Her naked
breasts with their golden patina of oil and passionate perspiration were
stretched to the limit in the bridge and the way she arched her back made
them stick straight up.

An involuntary tremor rippled through her as my glistening globes kneaded
the tautness of her upstanding breasts. I writhed against her to improve the
chest to chest contact for the pin, but Judy mastered an excellent bridge
technique and held her ground. I realised that I could not break her bridge
with weight alone and bellied up to her. Inch by inch I mounted her, head to
tail, and soon my arms locked around her raised hips.

Judy gasped continuously with exertion as the sensual bodily confrontation
went on, our sinews rippling under the sheen of sweat and oil that covered
both of us. Her bulging breasts swelled as my slippery belly danced over the
erect nipples and her hands were all over my glistening body as she
desperately tried to get a hold on me. Her palms felt hot as she grasped me
by my taut buttocks, cupping them and feeling out the hard muscles.

Slowly my mouth worked its way down her voluptuous body. A slight shift of
position, and Judy's fluttering labia were exposed to my eager tongue and
sparkling eyes. I ran my tongue over the convexed mound that awaited and
parted her sex lips sending shivers up and down Judy's body.

Progressively I engulfed her erect clit to the hilt until it was wedged
tightly between my clamping lips and kept sucking it so that it stood out
even further. Judy stiffened and squirmed as I slowly pumped her erect clit
in and out of my soft lips.

As she writhed under me, she pulled my labia down against her mouth and
worked her tongue into a position where it could dandle my sex. I trembled
violently. My hips began to buck involuntarily, pushing against Judy's mouth
and gliding lips until I ground my cleft into her face.

As we both began an excruciatingly slow rhythm of sensual clit sucking we
knew that the final battle was joined. I had the advantage of being
indurated by my previous orgasms and found myself within an ace of victory.
But Judy was a sexual expert and slid her lips faster and faster, teasing my
clit till I felt my orgasm getting close. My self control soon disintegrated
and sensing my impending explosion, Judy intensified her sucking. As we lay
there, lips locked around each other's throbbing clit, our bodies trembling
on the mattress, we could feel a certain sexual comradeship. It was just a
question of time before one of us - or both - would orgasm.

Judy started moaning and uncontrollably moving her hips in circles, jerking
up. She groaned louder and tensed, and I felt the constriction of her
muscles that always precedes orgasm. Her breathing became rapid and heavy
until her straining body broke into wild spasms. Then she came in a paroxysm
of panting orgasms - we both did - and her raised shoulders yielded to the
pressure of my rotating hipbones. I was about to pin her!

I was shattered. I couldn't move a muscle. I felt spasms of orgasm shoot
through me. We both seemed to lose all control of our senses as every muscle
in our bodies would ripple without choice. I could feel her warm mound
quiver as her entire body shook with each wave of orgasm. Our bodies thrust
together, straining to become one, to merge until there was no longer her,
or me, but only our mutual orgasms. We tumbled down the cliff of desire
together. It was sheer ecstasy and every nerve in our bodies seemed aflame.

But just when I thought I had her - in the middle of our incredible orgasms
- she thrust up her hips and writhed sideways reversing our positions,
forcing me into a high bridge under her to keep my shoulders off the mat.
This triggered me and I managed to continue the roll and reverse the
situation again.

We rolled over and over on each other, at one moment Judy atop my bridge and
then me atop hers, clasped in a tight reverse embrace, each trying to pin
the other, but each strong enough to resist at the critical moment. Then as
I was uppermost, I leaned forward, grabbed her ankles and drew them up under
her, causing her bridge to break. She moaned wildly and bowed her body into
semi bridge position on her knees and head. I locked my thighs around her
head, forced my hipbones against her shoulders and exerted gradual and
sustained pressure.

We both stiffened and out mutual orgasms seemed to subside. Judy displayed
tremendous strength keeping her shoulders an inch above the mat. For a while
we lay perfectly still in this telling hold. The next minute we went into
another series of orgasms and bucked our hips against each other's
shoulders. Judy proved extremely orgasmic. She came very easily and had
remarkable endurance, so her rubbery body was racked by innumerable orgasms.
So was mine, but I held her there, locked to the mattress beneath me
although every muscle in her body contracted convulsively against my soaked
skin.

Her shoulders touched the mat and she seemed to go wild. Her supple body
twitched against me and she bucked jerkily in a last desperate attempt to
escape. I worked my legs, perfecting the hold around her neck to prevent her
from bridging and clung to her naked body semi pinned below me as she used
tremendous strength in lifting her muscled shoulders off the mattress.

Her body went into a final spasm, very slowly bridging and arching higher
and higher still on wide spread quivering knees, but she had been caught at
exactly the right moment and was a fraction late getting into her impossible
looking press up. A second sooner, with me that much less settled atop, and
she might have succeeded, but as it was, she didn't. Her straining thighs
slowly gave way until she lay flat on her back, her fluttering shoulder
blades bolted firmly to the mattress by my sweaty hips. Then she eased her
glistening body, acknowledging defeat.

We slept in Judy's bed that night, fully satisfied, naked and closely
intertwined like Siamese twins, under the photostat that had awaked my
sexuality and turned my hidden fantasies into sweet realities.

[Love & thanks to Dear Dani for beautifully hot & intense linguistic
"wrestles"! :-)]