CONNIE
Friday
evening at last! What a freakin’ miserable week! Nothing went right, one
problem after another. I was looking forward to a couple of cool beers at my
favorite watering hole. I pulled into the parking lot and had my eye on a space
when this little red Asian job, going about fifty pulled in right in front of
me. I jammed on the brakes and blew the horn but the two girls (young women)
jumped out quickly and were heading for the entrance ignoring me completely. I
recognized them as a couple of lezzies, Anka and Connie, that turned up here fairly
often. I finally found a parking spot way hell and gone so by the time I caught
up with them I was really ticked off.
I
caught up to them just as they were settling in at the bar. Anka was wearing
men’s jeans and a T-shirt and work boots. She was fairly stocky with short
reddish blond hair and at five-six went a hefty hundred and fifty. With her
‘Zippo’ lighter and smokes tucked under her sleeve she was obviously ‘butch’.
Connie, on the other hand, was the kind that drew comments like: “What a waste”.
She was five-four, one-twenty. Tonight she was wearing a halter type dress that
really showed off her pert breasts. She was twenty-three, but looked nineteen.
She had the perfect shape and appeared to be well toned, probably the
result of some fitness regimen. She had long reddish-blond hair that was done
up in a bun and she wore these thick ‘spooky’ glasses. But she did have, what
could only be described as, a very sexy ‘hardbody’. Wide shoulders and a slim
waist, trim hips and ass, long shapely legs. For what it’s worth, I’m
five-nine, one-seventy-five.
I
cornered Anka and started haranguing her on her driving. She just sat there
staring straight ahead and ignored me. I went into a real tirade and this is
when Connie stepped in. I wanted to punch Anka right in the face but Connie
said I had to go through her first. I looked at her in disbelief. Here was this
hundred and twenty pound waif confronting me? Anka thanked Connie for
standing up for her and made some comment about me maybe not wanting to get hurt.
I thought they were kidding, but turns out they were very serious. For the
chance to punch Anka in the mouth I figured I would demolish this love child so
like a fool I told her she was on.
Over
the course of the evening we had several verbal exchanges and it was finally
agreed that we would resolve this with a wrestling match. Connie and me, best
two out of three. Somehow they arranged to get the key to a gym for fifty bucks
an hour. It didn’t open till noon on Sunday but if we got there by ten, two hours
would be time enough. The loser had to pick up the tab.
*****
Sunday
at nine-forty-five I was at the gym, perfect timing, they were just unlocking
the door. I made it clear that this wasn’t going to be a two-on-one.
‘Definitely one-on-one.’ Connie confirmed. ‘I won’t need any help.’ This from a hundred and twenty pounder. Anka
was only there as ref’ and to lend some moral support, after all, Connie
explained: ‘I am fighting her fight.’
We
laid out a square of mats about sixteen by sixteen, then went to change. Connie
looked completely different without her thick glasses and with her hair pulled
back in a ponytail. Her bikini looked pretty slick too! It was no surprise that
I stiffened! The top was a push-up style and nicely displayed her pert but ample breasts. The briefs were cut high and hung on
her hips showing off lots of leg. Now that I was getting a closer look I was
impressed with how nicely muscled she was, thighs and calves and even her
shoulders and arms. And long flat abs, she had obviously been doing her
crunches! Some time later I found out that she was a real gym ‘rat’ and worked
out with weights. Heavy weights, like she did bench presses with a hundred and
forty for reps and could leg press over three hundred pounds!
*****
So,
it started out like any other wrestling match. We pushed and shoved at each
other testing for an opening and she moved around so quickly I found it
difficult to even grab her. Of course this was not true in reverse. She got a
good grip on my wrist on several occasions and only by using brute strength was
I able to free myself. She came in low, straight for me, and I tucked down to
meet her only to have her go high, lock her hands behind my neck and roll back,
stick her feet in my gut and throw me over her head in a classic roll. I ended
on my back with a plop and she had me covered in a flash, straddled and trying
to pin my arms! She got her knees into my arm muscles but she couldn’t hang on
and I finally pushed her off to the side. She broke free and grabbed my left
wrist with both hands and slid behind me where she pushed my arm up in a tight
hammerlock. I was still on my knees at this point and with the help of her knee
in the middle of my back she forced me forward and down. From here she eased
her way around till she was facing me and worked her knees between mine. My
head was tucked under her left arm and with both hands still around my left
wrist she was pulling the hammerlock towards herself. She wasn’t that heavy but
the combination of having my knees spread apart, my head trapped and my arm
locked up made it almost impossible for me to move. “Good girl.” Anka said.
“Peg his arm.” With this Connie let go her left hand and quickly tucked it
under my right arm and rejoined her other hand. Now my right arm was immobilized
as well. “Now his elbow.” Anka continued. This time Connie let go her right
hand and pressed it into my left elbow so when she bent my arm with the
hammerlock I wouldn’t be able to pull my arm away.
“Okay, now you’ve got him.” Anka
stated.
She did too! She forced my left arm
up and back and the pain was incredible and being bunched up and immobilized
like I was, made it all the more severe. I couldn’t lift her with just my back
and with my knees spread apart I couldn’t seem to get any leverage at all.
“Aaaarrggghhh---” I wailed.
“Do you give?” Connie asked.
I dropped my head and tried to twist
away and ignore the pain. I resisted for a few more minutes hoping she would
relent or I would find some opening but she held on tight and even added some
more pressure. My arm and shoulder were on fire.
“Give?”
“Yes---yes---I give.”
Oh jesus! She eased off but didn’t give up the
hold. She kept my right arm pegged and she held onto my left wrist, keeping the
hammerlock. It was one thing having to give in to her ten minutes into the
match but the worse than that was having her big fat lover as a witness. And
then, if that wasn’t bad enough her right hand dropped away from my elbow and
found it’s way onto my thigh. From here it spidered up into my groin where it
pulled the lining of my gym shorts aside and latched onto my cock!
“Hey Anka, check this out. I think
he’s got the hots for me.”
I don’t know why but I did have a
pretty good boner. She wrapped her hand around my dick and stroked up and down,
very slowly, very mmmmm! After about six luxurious strokes, which left me
panting, she trapped the head between her thumb and middle finger and scratched
with the fingernail of her first finger. This had me squirming and moaning out
loud and there was some discussion about how fast I would cum. Connie assured
Anka she would make me last till phase three. After several more agonizing
minutes of the ‘razor’ treatment she tickled her way back up the length of my
cock and wrapped her hard bony fingers around my balls.
“Welcome to phase three.” She
announced. “Struggle.”
I tried but it was hopeless. For one
thing I was having a lot of trouble concentrating, remembering this was a
wrestling match.
“Struggle.” She ordered again. “It’s
better if you struggle---more intense.”
They both laughed. She was squeezing
my balls really hard and the pain was racing back and forth around to my spine
and in desperation I found some strength to strain against her hold.
“Is that the best you can do when
someone’s got you by the balls?”
But I’m sure she squeezed harder
still, making me cry out. Since I was already being held in a fetal position I
had no defense.
Anka said: “Make him wish he was born
a woman”
They both
laughed again. She eased off a bit but by then I was cumming! Oh jeez what a
sensation. She waited till I was finished then very firmly milked me a couple
more strokes till I was spent! She released me and pulled back into the waiting
arms of Anka. After several more minutes on my hands and knees I struggled into
the john to clean up my mess.
*****
I returned
feeling not a little embarrassed to find them locked in a kiss, my soiled
shorts were the last thing on their minds. Connie was obviously in the drivers
seat here too, teasing Anka, imploring her to give her a kiss then denying her
by moving aside. Anka called her a teasing bitch, then turned to me
“Isn’t she
a teaser?”
“Yes.” I
had to admit. “She’s a teaser.”
Having broken up the lovies they
turned their attention back to me.
“One nuthin.” Anka noted.
Connie glanced down at my stain, then
gave me a wry wink.
“Ready?”
I
remember reading this novel by a popular American author* where he describes a
good-looking young woman of incredible strength and stamina. Supposedly she was
able to lift the front end of a car and beat most men at arm wrestling! He
explained it as one in ten million, an aberration, a freak of nature. And here
she was standing across the mats from me! We circled each other, I would
certainly be more cautious this time. Problem was, no one notified Connie. She
was behind me in a flash and her arms went under mine and she locked her hands
behind my neck in a tight full nelson! Anka squatted down and made herself
comfortable just off the mat. She gave the impression she was witnessing the
beginning of the end. I twisted and pulled but Connie was tenacious. She got
one leg between mine and hooked her foot over my shin then she did the same
with her other leg, so I was supporting her weight. Her warm breath down my neck
was giving me the shivers and even though my loins still ached, I was getting
another hard-on! Eventually I had to drop to my knees, I couldn’t support her
weight any longer. Once we were down on the mats I tried the proven method of
breaking a ‘nelson’. I spread my lats as hard as I could and pulled down.
“That won’t work.” Anka quipped.
And it didn’t. Jesus she was strong!
I scrabbled around but only wasted more energy still. Anka was getting a big
kick out of watching her little lover annihilate me.
“I’m getting bored Connie. Can you
finish him off? I want to go home so we can wrestle.”
“Are you all excited Anka?” Connie
taunted.
It was unbelievable the way she was
wearing me down making me work against her weight and I couldn’t seem to get
any advantage at all. After about twenty minutes of struggling against her she
let me go! She just let me go! She went over and stood in front of Anka and did
a biceps pose, elbows out and wrists bent towards her ears. Even from the back
you could see the neat bulge in her arms. I was slowly getting to all fours but
my arms were just about ready to fall off. When I was about a third of the way
up she slid in beside me, wrapped her legs around my chest and squeezed! Oh my
god! I couldn’t believe it. Picture yourself being trapped between two four by
fours with a four hundred-pound person on each end. The breath was crushed out
of me instantly! Again she was relentless! I figured she wouldn’t be able to
keep this kind of pressure up for long but her stamina was incredible! I waved
my arms in submission but she ignored me and kept on till I was gagging for
breath and on the verge of passing out! She broke away again to tease Anka some
more. Anka might be the ‘butch’ but Connie was clearly the boss. She turned her
attention back to me as soon as I got to my hands and knees. She straddled the
back of my neck and pulled my head tight into her crotch and leaned forward.
The combined weight collapsed my left arm and we were flat on the mats again.
Only this time her hard thighs were wrapped around my head! I believe I was
moaning already and she hadn’t even applied that much pressure. When she did
tighten her grip the pain was incredible. My jawbone was being crushed so I
couldn’t speak and my cries of submission came out all garbled. My left arm was
trapped underneath her so the best I could do is wave my right hand. Anka moved
close by and cocked her head.
“Surrender?” She asked.
“Mmmmfff mmmffff.” I screamed.
“Connie, let him talk.”
“I’ve heard all he has to say.” She
responded with disgust and rolled over to the other side just about taking my
head off. Now my right arm was trapped underneath and my left arm had gone to
sleep. She eased off a little and I rested my hand on her thigh only to have
her grab it with both hands and pull it over top of her thigh.
“Don’t touch me!”
The scissors tightened again and I
howled in pain. Anka was squatting looking down at me.
“Well, do you give?”
I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t nod I
couldn’t even wave my hand in supplication I rolled my eyes and moaned.
“Connie I think he’s finished.”
“Really think so? Already?”
Anka was nodding.
“Okay, I’ll ease off, but I only want to hear one word from you.”
I felt her legs relax slightly but
not enough so I could move or speak. Anka jumped in to inform me:
“The magic word is ‘please’.”
Connie relaxed very slowly and I made
the mistake of moaning an “Ohhhhh...” And she put me right back, the four by
fours crushing my head.
“I told you he wasn’t ready.”
“Connie--- take it easy.” Anka
implored.
“How come men can’t follow simple
instructions. What gives them the idea they can do what the fuck they want.”
Tears were springing to my eyes, the
pain and frustration. My right arm had gone to sleep and my left arm was still
tingling, so ----. Connie twisted back and forth a couple of times just about
unscrewing my head. Anka was saying something off to the side.
Connie spoke to me: “Wan’na try
again? It’s very simple. The word is ‘please’. Got it? Ready?”
The pressure ebbed very slowly, this
time I really concentrated and controlled myself. I even tested my jaw a couple
of times, I did not want more!
“Please.” I blurted.
“Very, very good.” Connie said and
she unwrapped her legs the rest of the way. Anka and Connie returned to their
smooching and left me to recover. Again I got as far as my hands and knees and
Connie was back again! She took a hand full of hair and pulled my head back and
moved in crotch first and pushed me back. I strained to keep from falling
backwards but she maneuver her legs behind me and forced me onto my back. She
hitched my arms up, sat down on my chest and forced her pubic bone hard against
my chin. My arms were trapped under her thighs in the crooks of her legs and
she positioned them so they were secure. Again I couldn’t move.
“Now, what was that word again?” She
quizzed.
“Please.” I responded.
She raised herself just enough to
pull the bikini briefs away and all of a sudden I knew what was coming.
“Pardon?” She asked.
I squirmed underneath her but she had
me pinned really good, I wasn’t going anywhere
“Pardon?” She repeated with more
menace.
Oh shit! My hard-on had returned and
made a tent in my shorts, confirming my excitement at the idea of being forced
to eat her out!
“Please.”
She released my chin from her crotch
and moved her pussy an inch away from my mouth.
“Pardon?”
“Please.”
It sounded like Anka said: “Make him
beg.”
“Put a name to it.” She commanded.
“Please Connie.”
She dropped back laughing.
“You little wimp. You’re nothing but
a pussy! What’s the word?’
“Please---please Connie.”
“Please Connie what?”
Anka made some comment that I
couldn’t hear Connie held up her hand and repeated.
“Please Connie what?”
Then Anka from the sidelines:
“He’s not going to say it.”
“One more minute, he wants it real
bad.”
Connie brought her cunt teasingly
close to my mouth and grazed my lips. I moaned in desperation.
“Say it.” She hissed.
“Connie---please---.” I responded.
“Connie---please---.” She echoed with
a whine, then: “Connie please what?”
“Don’t tease me anymore, come
closer.”
“Like this?”
Her pussy was right there, I could
almost touch it with my tongue.
“Ooohhh---”
She had me writhing.
“Closer.” I pleaded.
“What for?”
“I want to kiss you.”
She laughed and came down with all
her weight, covering my mouth and nose. She was smothering me but with my head
locked between her legs and I was powerless. It wasn’t till I started
convulsing that she eased off and let me catch my breath. Then very slowly she
moved her pussy just over my mouth, just out of reach, oh god she was a teaser!
“Beg.” She hissed.
I can’t remember my exact words but
in essence I begged---and begged---and begged---. After I had said all the
right words she moved her pussy into place and I was ‘allowed’ to eat her out
and take her to orgasm. Of course my hard-on was throbbing and every throb was
echoed with an ache in my balls. Well, not just in my balls, but my whole
groin, my back and even my stomach. Afterwards she sat back on my chest, she
had kept my arms trapped in the crooks of her legs the whole time so they were
fully asleep. She looked over at Anka:
“He’s pretty good. He has a nice
mouth. Too bad he’s such a asshole.”
“Maybe you can train him.” Anka
suggested.
Connie peered down at me and raised
her eyebrows in question.
“Maybe.”
She
released me and went back to necking with Anka. I lay prone on the mats till I
saw Connie start to get dressed. I was thinking I should try to move, it must
be time to go. She was pulling on some heavy wool socks, then she put on her
boots. They weren’t work boots like Anka’s, they were lighter and more stylish.
I guess you could call them hiking boots. What was funny though, is she was
putting them on before her pants? She was still bare ass! She strode towards me
and stood akimbo in front of me. The socks were turned down a couple of inches
and the combination seemed to accentuate the fullness of her calves. I sat
there speechless
“You like those legs don’t you?” She
quizzed. The question was rhetorical, I didn’t need to answer. “Well Anka like
my arms. Between the two of you I could have it all.” She chuckled and lashed
out with her foot catching me off guard. The kick landed square in the
shoulder. Now don’t forget, my arms had been trapped for the last thirty
minutes or so, and were still half asleep. I could barely move them. She lashed
out with a couple more kicks. One caught me in the arm and one in the chest. I
tried to defend myself but by the time I reacted to the first kick she was
placing the second. I rolled over and tried to get to my knees but she kept
after me with several kicks to my ribs! Anka was watching with a certain
satisfaction. She wasn’t kicking all that hard, sure they hurt, but I think it
was more symbolic. She did catch me a real good one in the thigh though making
tears spring to my eyes. She stood aside but stalked me. I got to my knees and
then to my feet only to have her kick my knees out from under me! While I was down she got in a dozen more
kicks. I got to my feet two more times and got dropped two more times so I just
stayed down.
“Get up.” She commanded.
“No.” I replied. “No more.”
“Are you giving in?”
“Yes---I give.”
“Shit. I was just staring to have
fun.”
Anka laughed and made some comment. I
was on my back and Connie stood astride my thighs then raised her foot and
placed a boot right in my groin and pressed hard against my equipment and
flexed her arms in a victory pose. Her muscles didn’t peak but they were thick
and long and completely filled the space between her forearm and shoulder! I
moaned in despair as the pain raced through my loins. Connie motioned for Anka
to come closer and using a handful of my hair to help, forced me to a kneeling
position.
“Isn’t she the greatest tease?” Anka
taunted.
They both examined my shorts where my
boner was making a tent.
“Now.” Connie commanded. “Apologize
to Anka.”
I was sore all over and did as
directed.
“Tell her she’s the greatest driver
you know.”
This I did as well.
“Tell her that every woman in the
world is a better driver than you.”
And this too.
*****
I
got back home about twelve-thirty, aching and exhausted. I made myself a hot
tea and laced it with brandy and laid down for a little rest. I didn’t even
have the energy for a shower. I only wanted to rest for an hour and was baffled
when the alarm went off. Shit, it was seven in the morning, I had slept
eighteen straight hours! I lay there for a few minutes mindful of the fact that
I was still sore all over and my nuts still ached. When I thought about Connie
and her great little body and the way she had punished me I got an immediate
hard-on! My balls were really tender and I found myself walking funny as I
trundled to the shower. There is no way I will make it to work today, every bone
and muscle hurts. Maybe I can fake the flu. I turned the water on as hot as I
could stand and started soaping down. A second later I was dancing around in
agony. The tip of my cock was on fire! Connie’s ‘razor’ treatment had left the skin abraded and the soapy water
stung like hell! Jeez, the little bitch had really done a number on me!
Now
nine-thirty in the morning was not the time to be finishing off a hot tea with
brandy but under the circumstances I was going make an exception. It was then
that the phone rang, Connie was on the other end:
“Tried to get you at your office but
they said you had phoned in sick with the flu.”
Anka said something in the background
that I couldn’t quite make out then laughed. Connie continued:
“Something you ate?”
Then, of course, she laughed.
“What did you do to my cock?” I
asked.
“Bet that made you call me a name.”
“As a matter-a-fact----.”
She covered the mouthpiece to say
something to Anka that I couldn’t make out but I could make out the laughing.
“So how do you feel?” She asked.
“Terrible, I’m sore all over and I
can barely walk.”
“And how’s your bruised ego. I gave
you a pretty good working-over.”
How could I tell her I got a hard-on
ever time I thought about it. Just the idea of that muscular little body doing
those things to me and I could vividly recall her victory stance. I was
tongue-tied.
“Your silence says it all.” She
continued. “I have the afternoon off and I was thinking we could have a
rematch.”
I was in no condition to take on a
inflatable doll, never mind----, but what could I say. “That sounds
interesting.”
“I thought so too. I have some short
short-shorts and a bandeau top. How does that sound?”
“Cool.”
“But I was wondering if I should pack
my boots......?”
The thought of her standing astride
me in short-shorts and boots sent a spasm straight to my groin and I fell
silent. So, did I want her to pack her boots? Am I crazy? I thought about
Anka’s comment about her teasing. Did she tease me with her boots? I sure had a
big enough boner! Were her kicks a kind of warped foreplay? Connie was very
quiet on the other end, waiting very patiently while I got my head sorted out.
I had been aroused from the out-set of the match and she sure knew where to
find my hot buttons! So, dummy, want more of what you got yesterday? Answer the
lady, do you want her to pack her boots? Yes or no.
“Yes.” I blurted.
*John
D. MacDonald The Long Lavender Look