THE CIRCLE PART 2
This story contains coarse language of an adult nature
and scenarios of sexual and erotic situations.
Reader discretion is
advised.
From Tuesday noon till Wednesday at nine was one of my
longest waits ever! Intolerable! I arrived at Joanne’s place at quarter-to and
slumped down in the car till eight-fifty-five, not wanting to appear too anxious.
Arlene was still there, apparently she had the early slot, but had stayed over
to help hustle three kids off to their rooms.
“Hi hockey guy.” Arlene quipped.
“Only be a couple of minutes.” Joanne shouted from
somewhere.
“I'll show him around.” Arlene
shouted back. She led me to the back of the house to a solarium type room,
windows on three sides and the ceiling. “Don't worry.” she said. “It's very
private.” A circle of thick mats was set out in the middle of the floor and
gymnastic type equipment was pushed against the walls. This is wonderful! Jeez—the ‘ring’ had to be
twelve feet in diameter! A door led to a washroom and I was shown where to put
my stuff. Arlene had to get going. “Go ahead and change, Jo won't be long, the
kids are real good.” I changed and stowed my stuff. The ‘Speedos’ they had
chosen were extremely revealing and barely contained my ‘equipment’. Of course,
having a sizable erection in anticipation didn’t help matters!
Joanne was waiting by the time I changed and I’m sure I
colored when her eyes went straight to my groin, especially after her comments
at the interview. She was wearing a little two-piece outfit, tan and white, and
for thirty-eight and a mother of three she was in super shape! Fine bones, nice
tight ass, traces of the gymnast's body were still visible---the nice round
shoulders, the long muscular legs with that exquisite flare to the thighs, and
the long full calves. It was obvious though that the breasts and hips are what
undid her career. What can I say---as a gymnast she would never make it---as a
woman---she was gorgeous!
“So let me see this fourteen inch arm muscle.” I flexed for
her---she tested. “Mmmm, that's good and solid. You’ve been working out.”
“Okay, now let me see yours.” She flexed and a neat muscle
popped up. I reached to test but she quickly pirouetted away to the edge of the
mat. The little tease sent a tremor to my groin.
“Yeah, but you’re here to wrestle, remember?” she said.
“Ready?”
I expected we would start by circling but she surprised me
by doing a forward flip, finishing up right in front of me. Without missing a
beat she stooped slightly and wrapped her arms around me entrapping my arms at
the elbows, a little like a bear hug. While I tried to free my arms, she
crossed a leg behind me and hooked her foot around my shin. She pushed with her
free leg till we were finally off balance and fell to the mats. I struggled to
get my arms free and to get on top but there was no way I could break her grip
and her legs powered relentlessly till she got me on my back. She held my arms
circled, her face in my chest, her warm breath on my throat, her warm body
pulled tight against mine----. She worked her legs underneath and hooked her
ankles over mine and in one quick motion jerked my legs into a ‘grapevine'! I
found that the way to take the pressure off was to spread my knees.
“You’re looking pretty vulnerable.” she chided. “Wish I had
another hand.” Oh-oh---she’s a real
teaser! I gave up on trying to free my arms so basically I was her prisoner! I
couldn't spread my knees any further but she was still able to apply plenty of
pressure bending my legs outwards from the knees. Then there was the thought of
another hand----I stiffened and tried to stifle a moan. She worked her pelvis
hard into my groin and I’m sure she could feel me throbbing against her.
“Give?” At first it was a question. Then she applied
pressure (read pain). “Give.” Then an
appeal. I can't remember feeling so helpless. I tried again to work my arms
free and fight back with my legs but the pain in my knees was impossible to
ignore. “Give!” Then a playful command. I fell back in defeat. “Oh yes, you
give don't you.”
Another minute locked in this hold while she worked her
pelvis against my member would have me cumming in my shorts!
I moaned in despair. She released me and we broke for water
and a breather.
“Jesus you're strong.” (Over the next four months this
would be my favorite statement!)
“Well my kids are into gymnastics so I keep at to set an
example. Gymnasts train for upper body strength so we do fifty pushup and
twenty chins two to three times a day.” Ha! On a good day I can do ten push-ups
and maybe (just maybe) chin myself twice!
We were sitting face to face cross-legged on the mats and I
was becoming very self-conscious about the bulge in my briefs and the fact that
she kept glancing in that direction.
“Can we talk?” she asked, aping Joan Rivers. I shrugged.
“You know I let you go. That won't happen ever again. From now on if you want
to be released you will have to submit.” My groin took a lurch---just the idea
of having to submit---to a woman---but I couldn't back down now. “Of course I
expect the same in return and I speak for all the 'girls'.” She reached out and
placed her hands on my knees. “What do you think so far?”
“I think I'm in love!”
She laughed. “So, you are enjoying?”
“Unbelievably!”' She ran her hands along the inside of my
thighs right into my groin. The close contact made me flinch.
“And relax, if you weren't aroused I'd be really
upset.” She sprung to her feet and started circling. “C’mon, let's wrestle.”
This time we circled, and closed on each other slowly, more
like I had imagined. As we closed, she made several quick feigns, every one so
fast it would have eluded me. I made my move and lunged for her but she
sidestepped so quickly and smoothly---. When I lurched past her, she grabbed my
hand, shoved then pulled, forcing me off balance and onto my knees. My wrist
was bent forward at ninety degrees and my arm was being twisted at the same
time.
“Now—.” she said, applying pressure. “Face down---.” Rivers
of pain ran up and down my arm----I had no choice but to comply. “Yes—that's
good—face into the mat.” She squatted, keeping control of my wrist and set one
knee into the back of my shoulder. Oh shit! My wrist was then pulled overtop of
her other knee. With very little effort she was breaking my arm! This was
unbelievable!
“Give?” The question—then after a few second. “Give.” The
appeal—and a few more second still. “Aww c'mon give.” The pain growing more intense
after each request.“'Aaaahh---yeah---yeah---okay---I give!” She relaxed the
hold slowly then stood and placed her foot on the back of my head and pressed
firmly---a little victory stance---my cock went wild!
That made two clear-cut wins for her and I hadn't even laid
a hand on her. She told me not to worry, that my chances of winning the first
time out were slim. She had been in the Circle for two years so had a fair bit
of experience and once I caught onto the moves I'd do better.
We squared off again and again she feigned quickly, left,
then right till she got me off guard and tripped me up. This time she got me
wrapped up using her legs to encircle me! And yes, my arms included. I used my
legs to try to avoid being put on my back but after ten minutes of struggling
she still had me completely encircled.
I was in worse physical shape than I thought—being out-wrestled by the
mother of three was not a morale builder---and then the fact that she was
comely!! I was breathing hard and running out of gas—she was in control the
whole time! She forced me onto my back, straddled my chest, and imprisoned my arms alongside my body with
her legs. She sat with her arms akimbo
looking down at me. Locks of hair fell forward from both sides half covering
her face, giving her an elfin look and again my cock went crazy----tremor after
tremor! She had me in a very vulnerable situation and she knew it! Her nipples
had doubled in size since the start of the match so she was aroused as well.
She set her hands to work caressing herself, her thighs and abdomen and up to
her breasts getting me more aroused still! One pass started at her knees and
crossed just in front of her crotch ---she let out a small cry of satisfaction.
She gave me that mischievous elfin grin once more and in one smooth motion
brought her long solid legs alongside my head, reached behind my head and
pulled my face hard into her crotch. I squealed in pain as she applied pressure
and ten seconds later, thoroughly humiliated, I submitted to her head scissors!
Time flies when you’re having fun! We had gone into
overtime! I struggled to my feet and headed for the shower she offered.
Afterwards I accepted a beer and we made small talk. She cornered me on the
topic of strong dominant females and flustered, I admitted that it was one of
my fantasies. Of course I got (nicely?) teased over being beaten up. She
admitted to being the weakest--- Fiona was slightly stronger, then Hazel, then
Arlene. Time to leave and she accompanied me to the door. I expected a kind of
formal hug but she stood on tippy-toes and leaned into me and tilted her head.
I was no fool, I knew the signs, she wanted a kiss and I was more than willing
to oblige. Very nice! Long enough and hot enough to take my breath away!!
“Can I make a suggestion?” she asked and tested my biceps
once again.
“Sure.” This time I got to test hers---at last---not huge,
but definitely a muscle, and hard as a rock!
“Next time you should bring fifteen inch arms!” she giggled
playfully.
I left dazed and confused—I hadn’t even laid a hand on
her---if she was the weakest!?!?---my cock rigid in my briefs!
Back to the gym.
Between the monthly wrestling there were four ‘gym’
sessions. When Arlene wanted to chat she would corner me on some machine and
proceeded to show me up at the same time. At the leg press station the
following Monday we went through the ritual with the plates. She made pumping
four hundred and five pounds for twelve reps look like a warm-up!
“Jo tells me you had a good time.”
“I had a wonderful time.” I waited for her to comment and
continued when she didn’t. “ She beat me hands down.”
She laughed. “Yes, I know.” and gave me a crooked smile. “I
hope you were just being a gentleman and holding back a little.”
“Not really.” I admitted.
“Well you’re going to have to do better than that. Must be
kind of embarrassing, even admitting to yourself, that a forty year old mother
of three can defeat you at wrestling.”
“Thirty-eight.” I corrected.
“Aw’right---thirty-eight.” She threw up her hands in a ‘so
what’ motion and with a smirk she continued. “Five-five, a hundred and thirty.”
I had to admit it was a little disconcerting.
Three weeks later
on the overhead press machine---of course the first thing she did was move the
pin two notches adding twenty pounds!
“So this week you go against Fiona. Are you anxious?”
“Oh
yes---definitely anxious.”
“Well you may have better luck, she’s not in the best shape
yet, she is still recovering from birthing so don’t be too rough on
her.” Judging by the playful smirk, obviously a tongue in cheek remark. She
completed twelve reps at one-ten and moved to the rowing station where she
could watched me struggle.
This time I arrived at five to, not that I wasn't as anxious
as I was with Joanne, I got my directions fouled and went round and round in an
area of cul-de-sacs, a note on the door:
busy with baby.
please come in
straight ahead to the back
I pinned my forty dollar 'contribution' to the bulletin
board I found in the entrance hall. The family room was straight ahead, three
steps down, and as before, there was the twelve-foot circle of thick mats. The
sunken floor gave the room that extra height that would make it comfortable for
wrestling. The newborn was in her combo-chair, propped on the ledge of the
upper level and Fiona was playing with her. She (Fiona) was wearing a one piece
Bodyglove, midnight blue, and god she looked good! Three months after giving
birth I did not expect the firm looking breasts and taut ass and the way the
Bodyglove clung to her. Very nice! She had broad shoulder and solid looking
arms and thighs and a nice swell to her calves. I told myself to avoid those
legs at all cost! She was in excellent shape considering but patted her hips
and confessed to still being eight pounds overweight. The reason she gave for
this sounded good to me: "I'm still nursing and don't want to diet too
strictly. Another month though and I'll be back in my bikini."
The Bodyglove was a halter style cut deep in the back. A
little zipper up the front starting just above the waist was left open that
seductive two inches! She took both my hands in hers and placed them against
her breasts! Mmmmm---nice---firm----full----mm-mmmm!
“Not off limits.” She said: “And we are wrestling so I
expect to be handled, but try to be a little gentle. At least this one time,
I’m still nursing.”
Tongue-tied, standing there, I nodded my understanding.
Very, very nice!! She showed me where to stash my stuff and I suited up.
"Do you mind if baby watches? I think she likes to
watch her mom wrestle."
We squared off and she wrapped a hand around both my
biceps---I did the same in return.
"Fourteen inches?" she quizzed.
"Uh huh." I tensed as hard as I could to give her
a good feel----then she tensed and her muscles swelled to fill my hand!
“Oh—my—god!!”
"Well, I’m not quite fourteen." she confessed.
"Actually, not quite thirteen, but they are nice and hard, don't you
think?" They might not be thirteen but they were hard and solid and I
swear they were thicker than mine!
She twisted quickly and turned her hip into me and rolled
me over her back and followed me down onto the mats! I was not a little
unprepared—the last thing I expected was to be flipped by a new mother! I was
able to break her grip on my arm and capture both her wrists but I ended up
exactly where I did not want to be—between her legs! We were face to face, her
thighs tight around my ribcage. She had the nicest smile and a twinkle in her
eyes. She squeezed hard making me gasp but I continued to control her wrists
and got her onto her back. She struggled with surprising strength to free her
wrists all the while keeping the pressure on with her legs. Ten minutes later I
was still struggling to get free of her legs—still trying to pin her arms—.
“So—how big are
your leg muscles?”
She wants to make small talk? Now? The constant pressure
she was applying with her legs---I could hardly breath!
“My thighs---gasp---twenty-two---gasp---calves---gasp---fifteen.”
We were both doing some heavy breathing at this point. Me,
much more than her.
“Good proportions. Men are supposed to have a seven inch
difference.” She was certainly more physical than Joanne. “I have a six inch difference,
my calves are fourteen but thighs are only twenty---but feel how solid they
are.” She was only five-six! Idiot that I am I released her wrists to check out
her muscles and I can tell you that her thighs were like iron! I only got a
token feel before she tightened her grip considerably causing me to wheeze and
collapse and I suddenly realized what was happening. She had been toying with
me—wearing me down—I couldn’t breathe and had to surrender. She released me and
I rolled onto my back wondering if I had the strength to get to my feet. I was
almost trashed—she had succeeded in leveling the playing field!
We took a break for water and while she tended to baby I
got a little history lesson. The 'Circle’ basically started when Jeff (her
husband) had brought home this book of ‘Creative Loveplay’*. The chapter on
‘Love Games’ explored wrestling and Jeff became obsessed. He kept challenging
her to wrestle but she couldn't see the point since he was a man and was sure
to win (or so she thought at that time). After months of insinuations he
lightheartedly challenged her in Arlene’s presence. As usual Fiona declined but
Arlene took up the challenge straight away. Fiona knew Arlene was gay so
figured Jeff was safe enough, sexually anyway. Arlene whipped his ass!
Frustrated him till he was aching, right there for her to see! Fiona was
immediately converted. If little Arlene could do that so could she. Arlene
showed her some moves and holds and arranged for her to wrestle with a couple
of her ‘men-friends’ (Arlene didn’t have ‘boyfriends’) to get some experience.
She was surprised how quickly she could exhaust her male opponents using her
leg power and was equally surprised at the arousal level. For four months while
Arlene wrestled Jeff, Fiona wrestled the men-friends, and the next time Jeff
raised a challenge Fiona accepted. She had never seen him so excited and ten
minutes into the contest she got him neatly wrapped up so he couldn't get free
and he came in his shorts. For a while it was just four of them getting
together once a month, but the 'Circle' was born.
“Aaarrggghhh—!”
“Is that a good one?” She asked. Oh god—was it ever! She
had gotten me in a head lock when we squared off once more and pushed us over,
I struggled to gain control but she had the moves down pat.
“Aah—aah—aah—” My head and my left arm were now trapped
between her thighs and she was bending my right arm in a direction it wasn’t
engineered to bend! “Owwwww----” My shoulder was going to dislocate any second!
“Give?”
“Aahh—aahh—yes—oohhh!
I give!
I give—
—give---!”
The baby kicked up a little fuss so we took another break.
“I think she knows when I’m winning.”
I’m sure the baby didn’t know or understand what was going on but just
the same I wondered how this would sublimate later in life knowing her mom got
her kicks wrestling men.
I made my ‘Jesus you’re strong.’ admission.
“Not really, maybe well rehearsed or experienced but not
strong. I haven’t worked out in six months. But next time I’ll show you strong.”
She vowed.
Overall I did do slightly better, I got her pinned (once)
and held her face down in a full nelson till she gave in (once). She repaid me
by doing a number on my legs using her legs to bend mine past the point of no
return till I squealed for release. I always though I had reasonably strong
legs so having them wrapped up by this ‘out of shape’ new mother was
particularly distressing. Then to
finish things off she got me face down while she straddled my back with
both my arms neatly hammer locked and trapped under her haunches. My cock
thickened into the mats and I nearly came as I pictured her perched there with
a smug look and her hands on her hips!
I showered and was told that her husband Jeff would want to
meet me. I wasn’t sure that this was a good idea.
“Don’t worry. He might be a little bit cranky. He’s always
cranky after he wrestles Jo, she loves to tease him. But remember, he’s in on
this, so it’s okay.”
Jeff was a jovial type and shook my hand. “Welcome aboard,
you’re the new kid in town---you guys have fun?"
Fiona responded. "We did, and he took it easy on me,
and I'm thankful.” Which was a big lie. As far as I was concerned I had given
my all. “Next time though I'll be a hundred percent and give him a real
fight!" Thanks Fiona, looking forward to that!
He laughed: “Ahh, you let him win.” he said playfully.” He
turned to me. "Have you wrestled Jo yet?"
"Yes, last month, she was my first."
"So you know about her legs then---.” He grimaced. I
grimaced. “Did you enjoy my wife?"
The way it came out made me a little squirmy---the last thing I wanted was to
be in the middle of a domestic. He picked up on my nervous tension right away
and apologized. "Whoops, sorry, that came out wrong. Let's have a
drink." He set out three glasses and poured ample shots of brandy.
"You must understand why I'd be jealous and a little protective." I
guess I did—not sure I would let my wife roll around on the mats with various
guys.
"Yeah." Fiona cut in. "And he’s cranky cuz
he hasn't had a chance to wrestle me since last September and our next match
isn’t for two more months." She was baiting him,
taunting. Her last match had been in
October, by then she was seven months and was getting pretty big, but since it
was only against Jason—she went for it! After that no one wanted to take the
chance of accidentally hurting her. “Jason’s a bigger wimp than Jeff.” she scoffed. “We need another guy like Steve
here, with some muscles.” She was really pushing it. Not only that, they all
thought that the match would be rather unfair---no one was keen to go two on
one.
Jeff admitted that it was his match with Joanne around this
time last year—she had really gotten him on the ropes. She pinned him almost
immediately and for the whole hour she tickled and pinched and fondled and
teased. She finished him off by working him over from crotch to nose and back
again with her ass, really turning his crank! He was pretty horny by the time
he got home—fortunately they had discussed having their first.
Fiona saw me to the door “Thank you.” she said. “You’re a
good sport.”
She was thanking me??
“Oh no—thank you—I had a fabulous time—and damn you’re
good.” Again my attempt at a formal hug turned into a clutch and she kissed me
square on the lips. Jeff was just in the next room!
“Fiona---your husband---!”
“Relax, I know he gets a ‘goodnight’ from Jo.” She moved in
for another kiss and this time our tongues went to it!
Again I left with a
huge erection as well as aching balls and sore ribs. The thought of being kept
pinned for an hour was giving me enough ideas to keep me in
fantasies---well---at least until my session with Arlene!
By now
it was a Monday ritual: Arlene would catch up to me at one of the machines.
“Fiona
says you’re a good sport and you actually won a couple.” We traded places doing twelve reps each
while we chatted.
“She’s in really good shape.” I replied. ‘You’d never guess
she was a new mother. And her legs----jeez”
“Yes, she mountain bikes every day and she has one of those
three wheel baby jogger things.”
“Does she jog?”
“No,
she roller blades.” Ah-ha, that explains the tight ass and great legs.
“Well
she certainly has lots of stamina, she wore me down to a nub.”
“I’m
your next opposition you know.”
“Yeah I
know, and you’ve got to know I’m getting anxious.”
“Yeah,
me too actually. We’ll have fun.”
Arlene had made herself scarce over the past two weeks, not
ignoring me completely in the gym, just staying at a distance, but now here she
was again. I was just finish off my first set of leg presses at four-o-five. I
set the locks and as I moved aside she moved straight to the weight rack and
added a forty-five pounder to each side. She slid into place and did twelve
smooth reps. Four-ninety-five!! My turn and not wanting to be outclassed by a
hundred and twenty pound female I moved into place and did nine reps fairly
smoothly and forced out a wobbly tenth.
“So, it’s you and me this Wednesday.” She said. Once more I moved aside and once more she
moved to the weight rack and once more she added another plate to each side!!
Five-eighty-five!
“Yeah, at last.” I replied. As she moved into place she
gave me this coy little smile then cranked out ten smooth reps! I stood there
awe struck—she made it look easy! My turn, I wasn’t sure about this, if I lose
control of this weight---but I eased it off the stops and surprised myself by
doing seven reps! I moved aside and she went to the rack once more---six
hundred and seventy-five pounds!! I stood mesmerized watching her thighs and on
the fourth rep they quivered ever so slightly. I watched more closely and the
striations become more pronounced and rippled over her thigh.
“Arlene!” I blurted. “Look at your thighs!” She did eight clean reps then held at half
a rep teasing the muscles making the narrow fibre-like bands dance across the
top of her legs! Unbelievable! As she cleared the machine she gave me a twisted
smile.
“Okay—so—I guess I’ll see you Wednesday.” Her display of
strength and musculature over, she retreated to the other end of the room per
usual. But I know for sure she watched in the mirrors as I struggled to eke out
four lousy reps.
Does this mean her legs are twice as strong as mine?
We had the early slot at Fiona’s place and arrived minutes
apart. I had mixed feelings about this match, I was eager because I had wanted
to get my hands on Arlene since day one, but now, apprehensive too. She had
upped my weight ten to twenty pounds on ever machine! Apprehensive or not,
knowing I was finally going to get to wrestle her was arousing and I had a
solid woody. By now I had given up on trying to hide my excitement and just
pulled my trunks on as best I could without being too obscene. She didn’t waste
any time changing, she was ahead of me and waiting in the ‘ring’. She was
wearing a two piece outfit, white and navy made out of a soft terry fabric, a
bandeau top and micro shorts with a boy leg. (According to the Sears catalogue
that’s what they’re called.) The bandeau easily covered her small but pert
breasts and the shorts were cut off square at the thighs with zero inseam. They
hung low on her waist and fitted perfectly over her compact ass and narrow
hips. Very sexy little outfit, I found out later she had made it. She dropped
to her knees then fell forward prone, and set her elbow into the mats.
“Arm wrestle.” It was neither a question nor a demand, it
was just something we were going to do. I followed her lead and we hooked
thumbs.
During the little breaks that are normally taken between
rounds I had arm wrestled with Joanne and Fiona. I didn’t mention this before
because I know you don’t want to hear about my wins (the truth is I
forgot). At the same time I don’t want things to get out of perspective. The
male ‘face’ will be glad to know that I beat Joanne easily and Fiona almost as
easily, both arms, three out of three!
But this was a whole different kettle of fish! Her biceps muscle flared
up at the first contact.
“Tell me, why did you put the size of your arm on the
card?” She asked. We pressurized slowly till my arm was at its maximum. She
wasn’t budging.
“I can’t say, just one of those goofy things you do now and
then.” She was going to win this! Easily!!
“Well, not so goofy—it’s probably what got you into the
circle. Most guys mention a fascination with amazons or female domination. You
came on kind’a macho-like, like a challenge and we all said: ‘Okay, let’s see
what he’s got.’.” She (yes she! I had nothing left) was holding us in the
neutral position and flexing real hard and damned if the striations didn’t
start to run across her arm muscle!
“Arlene---my god!!” She just wrinkled her nose and slammed
my arm down. BAM!
“Again.” She said. Another statement and again she held us
neutral and tensed till the striations rippled across her arm then BAM! I was
down again.
Then we squared off to wrestle. Knowing I wouldn’t stand a
chance against her formidable legs I expected that she would try for a quick
scissors hold. But she didn’t scissor me once! Oh sure, she used her legs to
move me into positions and to immobilize me or prevent my movement, but she
never once scissored me into submission. It started as an ‘arms battle’ and
jesus was she ever powerful! In the first ten minutes I had already submitted
twice, once to a nasty little wrist lock, once to a painful arm bar! After
another half dozens submissions I could barely raise my arms.
We took a break and I finally got the lowdown on the
‘hockey guy’ thing. Evidently two guys from a hockey team had tried to ambush
her in the ladies room of a bar. They deduced incorrectly from her size that
she would be ‘easy pickin’s’. They also made the mistake of moving in one at a
time. The first guy moved in and she kicked his legs out from under him. She
hung onto him as he went down making sure her legs were clear so she could
scissor his chest. In the five seconds it took
his buddy to respond to his screams of pain she had cracked four ribs
and was rolling away. The second guy came in confused, watching his buddy
writhing on the floor, and she got a quick knee to his groin. He reacted by
grabbing for his balls and bending forward just in time to get his face pulled
down into her other knee! She left one moaning and gasping for breath, the
other on his knees---one hand holding his crotch, the other trying to contain
his bleeding nose. She made a quick exit but not before she stopped at the bar
and reported that two guys were having one-hell-uv-a fight in the ladies room.
She got a real kick out of knowing they would never let on to the contrary.
I guess she figured my arms had had enough so she assailed
my legs. One hold after another---all very nasty---all very painful! I had no
idea there were that many different legs holds. Most of the time I couldn’t see
what she was doing. One hold she got me in was similar to a ‘crab’, I was face
down with my knees lifted off the mat. She bent my ankles somehow causing my
calf muscles to cramp up. Ever had a cramp in your calf? Then you know how painful
it is! Well imagine having both calves cramped up at the same time and someone
turning it off and on! She finished my legs off with a deadly figure four that
left me almost in tears. She did get her legs wrapped tightly around my ribs
once, but only to hold me long enough to put the finishing touches to a full
nelson. Thankfully she wasn’t using all her strength, just enough to keep me
under control, any more pressure that what she was using would have knocked me
out!
There is no easy
way for me to admit to this: Arlene (wo)manhandled me---overpowered me and
completely dominated the match. My concern about her legs being twice as strong
was eclipsed by the fact that her arms were easily twice as strong as well!
Complete and utter annihilation! With ten minutes to go I was whipped,
exhausted and lay back on the mats. She moved in and covered me in a pin and
she guessed by the lack of resistance that I had no fight left.
“Had enough?”
“Ohhhhh yes. Jesus you’re strong!” There I go again.
“Surprised?”
She dropped back and pulled me to a sitting position and
straddled my lap. She wriggled her butt into the place where her ass and thigh
settled pleasantly against my solid member. I was having trouble staying on
topic.
“Jesus yes, you don’t look nearly that strong. You
clobbered me!” She flexed for me and I wrapped my hand around a smallish but
rock hard muscle.
“Well I surprise most people. By some fluke my body
composition is mostly fast twitch muscle. That means it’s impossible for me to
get big muscles, but fast twitch muscle tends to be very powerful. Hold on.” No
problem! I was in seventh heaven sitting there with my hand wrapped around her
bi and her ass nestled against my cock! She rotated her wrist ever so slightly
and now I could feel the striations running back and forth. Unbelievable---I
stiffened noticeably---she wormed her butt and found a new position that
accommodated my thickening member. I was beginning to understand my initial
fascination with her, one of nature’s designs. I wondered how many guys picked
up on the subliminal message. Her mouth was very close so I figured ‘why not’?
I pressed my lips to hers and what a kiss!! Passionate, but not rough, somehow
yielding, tender!
“Are you sure you’re gay?” I just had to ask.
“Yeah, but I told you I enjoy men. And I just love to
tease.”
We had to clean up and exit the mats because Jason and
Fiona were up next but apparently we were allowed to take refuge in the
kitchen. She apologized, saying she had to run, but I should take my time, have
my shower and there was beer in the fridge if I wanted. She did promise that
next time she would hang around for a beer and join me in the shower!
With that promise I hit the shower---as cold as I could
stand for about ten minutes---till things subsided.
When I was done and dressed I went after that beer! Fiona
was there, suited up in a fawn colored bikini, awaiting Jason. Baby was already
propped on the ledge.
“Mmmm, looking good.” I gave her two thumbs up. There was a
re-awakening of the thing I had tamed in the shower.
“S’coming, I’m a pound ahead of schedule.” She turned her
back to me and thrust out a hip.
“How many more to go?” She turned and faced me and gave me
the hip again.
“Down to ‘that’ last five. But look my abs are coming
back!” She stood up straight and pulled her tummy in and sure enough---two
vertical columns of muscle were clearly visible. “Oops, there’s Jason, but you
can relax, finish your beer, I’m sure you can find your way out.” She closed
the connecting door tightly---all I could hear were murmurs. Then it went
quiet---Jason must be changing.
I put my feet up and contemplated my matches to date
getting myself all worked up in the process.
Arlene: she literally clobbered me! I would probably never
ever win a round from her.
Joanne: if I could ignore her teasing (yeah sure) I should
be able to defeat her---c’mon, after all---like Arlene says: “a forty year old
mother of three.”!
The murmuring started once more then there was some
commotion. The match had begun. Almost immediately there was a loud wail of
pain---a ‘male’ wail---that subsided into a moan then into a constant whimper.
She must be killing him---I was dying to take a peek. But how would I feel
about spectators when I was whining out my submissions. I settled into my beer
to the drone of Jason’s whimpering---what is she doing to him?
Fiona: well I didn’t do too badly---admittedly, she was out
of shape---but look at her now---was I intimidated by the two columns of ab
muscles? You wanna believe it! My chances next time would be iffy at best!
I finished off my beer and let myself out thinking about
Hazel. I still had to have my turn with her and I do remember that she was not
too big and very attractive. My joint lurched in my jeans just
thinking about the possibility of coming up with one victory.
This
Monday Arlene caught up to me at the bench press station.
“Jesus
you are one strong lady.” I restated, shaking my head. I had a twenty-five
pound disc on each end of a forty-four pound olympic bar. She just smiled.
“Yeah
and not a bad wrestler either?” She offered.
“An
excellent wrestler. Where did you learn all those holds?” I completed the
twelve reps required by my program and slid out from under the bar.
“Finished
your warm-up?” Somehow I just knew I was going to get shown up. She replaced
the twenty-five pounders with forty-fives, slid under the bar, “Spot me.” and
did twelve smooth reps. “Are the matches going the way you expected? Are you having
fun?”
I took
my time settling under the bar. “Well---the matches aren’t going exactly
the way I expected but I am having fun. The competition is pretty fierce!” I
pushed the bar off the hooks.
“Well
we ‘girls’ do like to win some of the time.” She chuckled. It would be nice if I
won some of the time, I thought to myself. I lowered the weight slowly and did
a half rep. Five of these, half reps, was all I could manage before I had to
drop the bar back onto its hooks.
“You
like to embarrass me don’t you?”
“Yep.
But don’t get too upset, I can embarrass most men. I can do twice that.”
“You
can’t---.” I blurted---unbelieving! She turned to the weight rack.
“Help
me.” And I followed her lead as she added another forty-five pound disc and a
twenty-five to her end of the bar. She prattled as we loaded the bar: “Hazel’s heard lots of good things about you
and she’s looking forward.”
I was
glad they were saying good things about me and I was dying to know the details.
“I’ve
only met her the once, when we had the interview.”
“She’s
a lot of fun, but I should warn you, she’s the master of combinations.”
She offered the bench to me.
“Ahhh, oh
no, ladies first.” She slid under the bar and adjusted her grip. I slid into a
trance of disbelief, taken by the long slim fingers with the painted nails and
a barbell weighing one-seventy-four going down and up and down and up! Jeez!!
She did seven smooth reps with just the tiniest hesitation on the eighth!
I took
my position under the bar and pressed it off the hooks---but that was it---I
knew if I unlocked my elbows the weight would be out of control! She gave me a
disgusted look as I instantly set the bar back onto the hooks and she waltzed
away with an exaggerated swing to her shapely hips. What a tease!
There’s
one woman in a hundred that can wear leather pants with panache---Hazel was one
of them (I find nothing worse than a woman who is poured into skin-tight
pants!). Hazel’s were just snug in the right places---around her thighs and
over her buns! We had the early shift and she was running a little late---real
estate can be murder on a schedule. I was already suited up—anxiously
waiting---under control---then she comes strolling in in those pants---!
Warm blood rushed to my groin. It didn’t take her more than five minutes to
change (speed record for a woman!) and we were face to face on the mats. She
gave me a self-conscious grin. Her shoulder-length hair was pulled back from
her face and knotted into a pony-tail---adorable---more warm blood! She was
nicely tanned---everywhere---and wearing an itsy-bitsy thong bikini, hazelnut
brown to match her hair and eyes. The three triangles were just big
enough to make it legal. I did notice though that the straps were more
substantial and I had the idea it was custom made for her---for
wrestling?---maybe one of Arlene’s creations? More hot blood! The only time we
had met previously was at the interview and even though she was dressed for
business I guessed that she was in pretty good shape---but this was insane!
“Nice outfit.” I croaked just about slobbering. She did a
three-sixty. She was head to toe muscles! Not big bulky muscles but shapely,
defined, cut, peaked muscles! All over! Plus all the womanly attributes, small
bones, long neck, wide shoulders, narrow waist, nicely rounded hips and ass and
delicious breasts! A torrent of hot blood! She could have stepped right off the
pages of one of those fitness mags! By the time we were ready to wrestle I was
stiff as a board! Wrestling this exquisiteness was the last thing from my
mind---I just wanted to drop to my knees---! With all those muscles she had
just shattered my dream about winning this match-up. I was stunned---I’m sure I
was standing there with my eyes popping and my mouth hanging open---must look
like a goof!
“Well?” she asked.
“Umm---well---ah---yes.” I stammered and broke out of my
reverie. “Umm---I guess we should wrestle.”
She broke into a grin, ear to ear. “Yeah---let’s wrestle.”
She went into a
crouch with her hands at the ready and I copied her stance and we circled. She
suddenly pivoted, twisted away from me. She went full circle and as she came
back around she rapped me solidly behind the knees with an outstretched leg
knocking me to my knees. She was behind me in one step and reached over my
shoulder and grabbed my left wrist with her right hand. In one smooth motion
she pulled my arm up and back, slid her left arm over my elbow and locked onto
her own wrist. At the same time her legs encircled me at the waist, so I was
neatly locked up---just like that! Less than a minute into the match!!
“Now---.” she said. “some pressure?” Question? Threat? Then
she proceeded to bend my arm and squeeze my waist and I submitted on her second
request.
Arlene had
warned me that Hazel was a master of combinations so I shouldn’t have been
surprised when the next two rounds ended with me in a similar situation. What
was surprising was her efficiency!
We squared off and circled. She got both hands behind my
neck and using a lot of force pulled me forward and off balance. I ended on my
hands and knees right where she could easily drop to her knees as well, wrap
her thighs around my head and lock on! Then it was nothing for her to reach
over and grab my wrist with both hands and pull it up and behind my back in a
hammerlock! Leaving me again, neatly wrapped up, her in charge, with only one
free arm to fight her off?
Again we circled---to the right---I reached out for her and
she took a quick step left---of course I followed her but in the same time it
took me to take my one ponderous step to the left she took three to the right
and was behind me---her arms up and under mine---her hands locked behind my
neck---and a little jump to wrap her legs around my waist! I could feel her
solid delts and bis as she forced my head forward and my arms back! Her legs
tightened around my waist and I was breathing hard and the weight of her soon
made me drop to my knees.
“Your best bet is to go sideways.” She prompted. I could
only go forward or sideways---forward from here would leave me face down---bad
plan. I rolled sideways and since this is what she wanted too, it was easy
enough. She alternated between applying the full nelson till I yelped and
scissoring my waist till I wheezed. She punished me like this for a few minutes
then I felt her tongue behind my ear! Ohhhh---more hot blood!
“Get ready.” She warned. “Here comes both.”
“Ooohhh noooo.”
She tightened both holds and continued to nibble and lick
at my ear! I was going wild! The sensation of helplessness combined with the
teasing----!
“Ooohhhh----enough----uncle.” She eased off and started to
draw away---the back of one of her legs was eased into my groin and she pulled
up slowly till her heel engaged my nuts---then down---then up again----! Then
she rolled away quickly---for sure she had checked me out and knew I had a
monster in my briefs! She sat cross-legged à la Joanne---I knew my face was hot
and flushed----she was grinning!
I gained some composure and sat facing her.
I was awestruck and I just had to know: “Where did you get
those muscles?”
“I was more or less born with them. I have those genes.”
“Lucky you. Do you work out?”
“Not really, I go to the gym once a week just to keep
everything hard. I was the penultimate tomboy. I could make a muscle when I was
eight.” She flexed her arm and a perfectly shaped biceps popped up, about the
size of an orange, the two heads distinctly visible! She laughed---that
self-conscious laugh again---though I had no idea what she had to be
self-conscious about. “All the boys loved to feel and test my arm muscle and
they were always hitting-on me to arm wrestle.” She continued. “When I was
eleven I beat the shit out of the schoolyard bully, he was fourteen, made him
cry for everyone to see.” She chuckled. “And that quelled lot of the
competition.”
I could only shake my head in awe. She got neatly to her
feet from this position by pushing off with just her legs. I had the perfect
view to see all the leg muscles bunch and flex. Wow!
“We’ll have time to chat later, let’s wrestle.”
She reached down and helped me to my feet then proceeded to
stalk me---three more deadly combinations later---a head scissor/leg lock, a
figure four head scissor/wrist lock then a double hammerlock while I was held
face down, my head trapped between her knees---time for another break---thank
god!
“Jesus you’re strong!”
She flexed her left arm and made a gun with her right hand.
She pointed and fired from hip level.
“Fourteen inches.”
“You’re joking.”
“Unh unh. Go ahead, test it if you want.”
Her offer was too good to refuse. Once my right hand was
nicely wrapped around the hardest biceps muscle I’ve ever felt she flexed her
right arm and I stood there in heaven---both hands engaged, my cock going
ka-thump, ka-thump! Now I understood why listing my fourteen inch biceps
on my cards didn’t garner the interest I expected at my interview---they
already knew all about a fourteen inch arm muscle.
“Well?” she asked. Well---I knew from testing my own they
were at least fourteen, maybe more but it didn’t matter anyways because they
were solid and dense and---oh shit---much harder and more defined than mine!
Now or ever would be!
“Beautiful---just superb.”
“Not every guy appreciates feminine muscle.”
“So I’ve heard, what’s their problem?”
“We have time for a couple more?”
“Okay, sure.” I must be an idiot! Suddenly I realized how
exhausted I was. On every hold she had added pressure slowly giving me time to
struggle even though we both knew she could subdue me easily, whenever she was
ready. She was so smooth on the attack I was scared to approach her—she was
able to get me down in seconds---then wrapped up a few seconds after that. She
seemed to have some kind of a game plan.
So once
more I was down in a flash! Face down---she was on her knees straddling my back.
She grabbed me by the upper arms and with a mighty heave rolled onto her back
taking me with her. Of course her legs came around to encircle me. Surprisingly
she didn’t go for a combo---just the scissors.
“Tap when you want me to ease off.”
I was about to get worked over in the giant vice she called
‘legs’!
She applied pressure little by little while I did my best
to hang in as long as possible before tapping out. Five rounds of this and she
know exactly how hard to squeeze to make me tap out immediately. Then without
warning she crushed me twice as hard! I cried out in pain and terror, waving my
arms in anguish as the pain coursed all the way through my rib cage and my
breathing all but ceased! She held fast for about ten seconds---I could not
breath---and I could feel my face turning red and when she let me go I folded
into a fetal attitude, moaning.
“Ooooowww---.”
“That was about fifty---sixty percent.” She declared.
“Ooooowww---.” Like I needed to know that---cripes---she
could kill someone! She stood facing me and flexed her right leg, pointing her
toe and proceeded to give me an anatomy lesson. Her muscles were so clearly
defined it was like looking at one of those muscle charts. She started by
pointing to the outside of her thigh and worked her way inwards---she knew all
the Latin names. “Vastus lateralis, rectus femoris, vastus medialis, adductor
magnus.” Then she turned her back to me and continued,starting at the outside
again: “Vastus lateralis, biceps femorus, adductor magnus.” This was all very
educational I’m sure but I couldn’t take my eyes of her calf muscle---the inner
and outer heads were separated by a clear-cut line—the outer head had a long
portion that ran from the back of her knee down to her ankle, another, shorter
portion sat on top of this. The inner portion ran wider, thicker, and halfway
down her leg! The most fabulous gastrocnemius I’ve ever seen!
I was on
my knees just getting ready to stand when she made her move on me. She pulled
my face into her tummy and lifted her right leg over my left shoulder. She
rolled back, taking me with her, and brought her left leg up and under my right
arm, her shin ended across my back. She hooked her feet together, keeping me
under control. She eased onto her left side then fine-tuned the scissors hold
into a compact figure four. Using both hands she pinned my right wrist to the
mat. My chin was jammed against her pelvis bone and she curled up so our eyes
were no more that a foot apart. The hard knot of her calf muscle pressed into
the back of my head and her abs were pulled taut. In this position her generous
breasts were overflowing the skimpy bra. She pouted and pursed her lips and
sent me one sexy air kiss! With my groin in the mats it was all I could do to
keep from cumming! I was wrapped up once more in one of her great combinations
and I expected that I would get my arm twisted. But she had a more effective
method. By keeping my wrist pressed to the mat and simply rotating her body
ever so slightly shards of excruciating pain ran through my shoulder and down
my arm. I squealed and squirmed all the while waiting for my shoulder to
explode. As she eased off she sent me another air kiss. Oh god this was
terrible---a killer kombination times two! The holds plus the pleasure and
pain!
The shower
was as cold as I could stand and I was getting ‘things’ under control when she
cracked open the door and stuck in a hand. “Brrrr, that’s freezing.” She
complained. “Turn on some hot.”
I turned on some hot. “How’s that?”
“Much better.” Then she slipped in with me! Naked!!
She had what I always called a ‘puff’---layers of gauzy
cloths tied together with a string so there was a six inch tail. (I checked in
Meijers and found out that it is actually called a ‘bath flower’.)
“I’ll scrub your back then you can scrub mine. Turn
around.” I reluctantly turned my back to her---she was soaping up the
‘puff’. “Hands on the wall, feet
apart.”
“What is this, a strip search?” she ignored my comment and
began by scrubbing the back of my neck then worked her way down over my
shoulders. Ask me if that didn’t feel good!
“Mmmmm----.” The ‘thing’ was once more completely out of
control. In order to reach the length of my arms she had to move in close---her
firm breasts pressed into my back. Mmm-mm! She scrubbed her way under my arms,
gave my back a real good rub then moved onto my butt.
“You’re in pretty good shape.” She said “Nice tight buns.”
A compliment from her ---yes! She dropped to one knee so she could do my
legs---working from the back and reaching around to do my thighs. A few times
she came dangerously close to my ‘equipment’ creating shivers of excitement.
She stood and I knew she was soaping up the ‘puff’ once
more. I remained, hands still against the wall in anticipation and recoiled
when she whacked me over the head with the ‘puff’ sending soapy water flying.
“Do me.”
We both turned and she copied the stance, hands against the
wall, feet astride. I paid her back with a whack on the head with the ‘puff’
then started scrubbing her neck.
“Soft or hard?” I asked. She bent slightly so her ass
pressed against my woody.
“C’mon, you’ve got to know I like it hard!” I followed her
lead and scrubbed her neck then worked my way down over her shoulders and back.
I tried to reach around to do her breasts but got pushed aside:
“Later---.” She said. I continued down her back onto her
ass then onto one knee to work on her legs. In these close quarters with the
hot steamy water the sexual tension was just thrumming! I also work around her
crotch and purposely came dangerously close several times but she didn’t
flinch! She turned to face me , hands braced on the side walls and I worked my
way back up, thighs, crotch, abdomen, breasts. This time she didn’t stop me. I
finished off by giving her neck a real hard scrub, front and back, while she
rotated her head in what was a very sensual move.
She
relieved me of the ‘puff’, re-soaped and started back on me where I had left
off on her---my neck. She worked her way across and down giving my shoulders
chest and abs a really good scrub. She re-soaped once more and ran the ‘flower’
abruptly into my groin! The excess water ran down the inside of my leg and the
effervescence from the soap and my balls enveloped in the ‘petals’ of the
‘flower’, my knees shook and I just about collapsed---my attempt to hold back
ended in a sorrowful moan and then I was cumming---full force: BAM BAM BAM BAM into the
puff!
“Mmmmmm---.” With the ‘puff’ still tickling my balls she
reached behind my head and pulled my mouth to hers and our tongues clashed till
I was breathless!
I tried to relieve her of the puff but she held on tight.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to reciprocate.”
“But I’d really like to.”
“It’s okay, really, how about you owe me one, okay?”
“Owe you? Like for next time?” Oh please god, make her say
yes---I want there to be a next time---and a next—and a next---!
“Yeah,” she said, I nearly had a heart attack, “something like that.”