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"! :-)]