The wrestling mat was packed with young women wrapped up in tense bodily activity, training away two by two, and I let my eyes dwell on one of the couples. The girls - both around 16 - lay tightly entwined, sexily writhing to lay down each other, in diminutive, hip-hugging briefs accentuating their firm wiggly bottoms, with thin sweat soaked singlets, too scanty to conceal four swelling nipples.
After the initiation with Judy, I had wrestled her regularly, and after two months, I had gained enough experience to beat her in almost every match. To find new challenges, I had therefore phoned the coach of the local wrestling club to join the training sessions.
"Hello, You must be Bridget, I'm Sussi!" Elated, I looked away from the interlocked girl wrestlers I had been eagerly studying, and there she was. We shook hands and started to chat. Sussi told me that she had joined the amateur wrestling club when she was 14. Now, five years later, she acted as a coach for the Olympic style girl wrestlers. "Then," I smiled, "we're of the same age!" Sussi asked me if I had any wrestling experience, and I told her that I had attended wrestling for years and had a girlfriend that I fought as often I could. I didn't mention the erotic nature of our matches.
Instinctively we sized each other up, and the mutual attraction was instantaneous. Sussi was a pretty girl with a deep bronze tan, tall and slim, lithe and strong looking in a sensual manner. Her shoulder length black hair was twin pony tailed just like my blond. She was wearing tiny briefs and a T-shirt with a spray paint picture of two girls wrestling on the front, strained tight across her full, thrusting breasts, nipples erect and threatening to pierce the thin cotton.
Of course we wanted to wrestle each other. I stood expectant, obviously waiting for her challenge. "Let's have a wrestle!", she said, and I nodded willingly. She led me to another training room which was empty and we stepped on to the mat and started to limber up.
Sussi faced me and crouched, with her feet planted wide apart. "Okay," she smiled, "here we go!" Our glances locked as we slowly circled each other, arms half extended at the ready, leg muscles tensed. I let Sussi attack first. She lunged, taking me in a sound headlock and for the next hour we wrestled and threw each other around the mat.
She was strong as a horse, something that really excited me, and as we stood on the mat, cheek to cheek, clinging to each other in a tightly coupled double waist hold, I realised that she was a worthy opponent. Inch by inch she bent me backwards and tossed her head, her challenging eyes, slightly smiling, staring into mine. I responded the best I knew, cupped her rippling buttocks and strained to oppose the attack. Slowly but surely she shifted my center of gravity. She looked steadily at me, eyes glazed with exertion, her forehead shiny with a thin film of sweat, tightened her grip and forced a groan out of me. Then she stopped breathing for a moments, gasped a lungful of air and with one final lurch this long legged musclegirl wrestled me onto my back.
I intended to show her that I was no pushover and wriggled my body into a high bridge, lifting Sussi clean off the mat and bucked to dislodge her. Quick as a flash she grapevined me from the outside and clung to my arched torso.
This was a perfect position for employing the sex-to-sex technique I used to practice with Judy, but I decided not to rush things and was content with arching my groin into hers, lying in the classic bridge posture.
She adjusted her position slightly and I felt her hipbones and shoulders clamp onto mine like a huge moulding press. I rolled my raised hips from side to side to escape her perfect body press, and couldn't resist giving her groin a few vivid thrusts with my own, which made her gasp in a way that sounded more like joy than strain. That was the first vague signal which might indicate that I could look forward to an exciting evening. I felt sure that if we had been naked, I could have taken her right there - and that in due time, I would.
I kept arching my torso and slowly lowered my hips until I lay half bridging. Sussi smiled slightly, obviously thinking she was about to pin me. Suddenly I writhed myself into a high bridge and sideways, causing Sussi to fall onto her back. Quick as a flash she swivelled round, so she was prone. I came down on her, moulded into her back and enveloped her hips from behind. Then I rolled over onto my side, continued the roll and bridged abruptly, pulling Sussi on top and trying to force her shoulders to the mat.
We both stiffened and Sussi protected herself by a high back arch, so we just lay there, bridge on bridge. To improve my hold, I let my embrace slide upwards until I had her around her waist and felt the hem of her T-shirt against my hands. I unlocked my hands and held her tightly with my palms against her quivering stomach. Then - as by pure accident - I slid my fingers under the cotton and further up, until I sensed the sweaty tightness of two swelling breasts against my hands. The way Sussi arched her back made them stand up provocatively and gradually my hands slid up and encased the protruding mounds, cupping them and sensing the slick nipples, making each one stand pertly stiff.
Sussi twitched involuntarily and moaned, but didn't protest against the intimate hold. Instead she flung her arms around my waist and used the same technique, letting her hands slide into my briefs, each gripping a tense buttock. For quite some time we lay quivering and gasping, with widely spread legs, clinging to each other inside our garments.
I writhed insistently to heighten my bridge and started to press Sussi's shoulders to the mat above my head, but simultaneously she twined her legs around mine from the outside and stretched them so that she lifted both my feet from the mat. The very moment I pinned Sussi, I fell directly down on both shoulders. We stayed that way for a while, both with a clean fall on the other, maintaining our breast and buttock grip. Then Sussi started to untangle and rolled off me to lie prone, gasping for air.
She lifted her head and smiled at me. "I would call it a draw, wouldn't you?" I nodded eagerly, got up and found my watch on top of my clothes. "Damn! I've missed the late bus." Sussi grinned. Relax! I live near by and you can sleep there."
At Sussi's, we bathed together and eyed each other's naked body up and down admiringly, almost lasciviously. Her physique was perfect for wrestling. 125 pounds of swelling female muscles, tightly wrapped up in five foot eight lithe, sun bronzed skin. Behind her, my eyes caressed two firm, round buttocks. In front, shoulder length, jet black hair framed a sensual face, with large round eyes and luscious slightly parted lips, and pointed down at the most well shaped pair of tan breasts I had ever seen. Full and tight, riding proud and high on her slender torso, with stiff, provocative nipples, as if they could penetrate an opponent and nail her to the mat. I thrilled with arousal: she had - like me - removed her pubic hair. Two vaulted, smooth sex lips swelled below her flat belly, between muscular thighs and slender legs, which completed the picture of the perfect girl wrestler.
I recalled the sexual arousal I had felt as I bridged under Sussi, with her erect nipples against my palms, and decided that I would try to seduce her, even though it was our first meeting. Her glances told me that she was interested. And moreover, would she have retaliated against my bold breast hold with an equally bold buttock hold if she wasn't aware of the erotic possibilities two wrestling girls have? The sight of her naked, golden girl's body, combined with the prospect of a lustful sex wrestle - an erotic duel between us - to see who could lay the other down on her back and take her sexually made me all wet.
Her style of wrestling suited me perfectly. We were so physically well matched that most of the time was spent lying glued together in static, quivering wrestling positions on the mattress, testing each other's litheness and muscle power with hot, intense body contact and long sustained sweaty friction - skin against skin - neither able to gain a fall.
After the bath we laid down, naked and prone, on the bed and studied one of Sussi's wrestling magazines while we talked. Sussi's bedroom was simply one big wrestling mat, 12 by 12 feet - not the thin modern type with plastic surface, but a good, old fashioned thick one with a nice, soft velour matting. Her bed was a smaller mattress atop, situated in a corner, and the walls around and ceiling above were covered with huge mirrors. The perfect playground for a sultry wrestling match. I found it hard to concentrate. The combination of the fine, richly coloured photos of half naked, muscular female bodies locked together in sweaty knots, and Sussi lying bare, close to me, made me wet, and I couldn't keep my eyes from her tanned, perfect body.
Of course she noticed how my hungry eyes devoured her naked forms, and to my delight, she started to flex her body in various ways, while I was taking in each and every one of her rippling muscles. Our eyes met. She was smiling vaguely with a clear 'do-you-like-what-you-see?' look in her pretty eyes, clearly enjoying my admiring gaze. I felt my nipples swell against the cool sheet at the thought of feeling her strength and suppleness on the bed, to bridge under her muscular female form, naked and gasping - or have her bridging beneath me - to wrestle her tightly and sensually and feel her writhe passionately against me while we fought to press each other's lithe, girlish body into the yielding mattress.
I turned the page and closely we studied a girl wrestler bridging high, in the final stage of a bout, with the arms of her opponent, squatting between her widely spread thighs, around her midriff in a tight embrace and her Venus mound resting on top of hers. Sussi turned her head and looked at me pensively. "Nice position! She makes a great bridge - and so did you when we wrestled." I returned her stare, expectant, and her black hair and naked shoulder brushed mine. For a long time we lay intensely staring at each other, as if we both felt able to read the other's thoughts - that the slightly parted lips, the wide, bright eyes, reflected a certain mutual understanding. It made me certain that the physical contact between us - naked in bed - and the provocative photo of two girls in a sexy posture as if they were making love affected Sussi too.
"What's your favourite pinning hold?" she said with a low voice. I smiled at her. "A good, tight breast press. It's rather impossible to get out of." Sussi's eyes flashed as she rolled onto her back. "I think I can escape it. Wanna try?" Silly question, I thought. Of course I did!
Quickly I slid atop her tanned body and took Sussi in a firm hold as I slipped both arms beneath hers and locked my hands behind her back. My face buried in her apple scented hair and my lips brushed her ear as I whispered "Got you!" Sussi was game. "We'll see about that." She strained to extricate herself and soon we were all over the bed as we tangled away. After a minute, she got me under her, with her arms around my chest in an unbreakable bear hug, and I had to curve my upper body to keep my shoulders off the sheet.
I began to wonder, if Sussi had any experience in erotic wrestling. She had placed herself between my parted thighs instead of wrapping both legs around me as one would prefer in ordinary wrestling. I arched up against her naked girlish form, gripped both her elbows and supported my own on the mattress to strengthen my bridge. Sussi lay quite still and clung to me. She knew that she had to hold me in the bridge without changing her grip, as I would try to writhe loose, if the pressure changed.
The mirrors reflected quite an erotic picture. A blond, naked girl lying quivering on the bed, bridging high, completely tied up with a black haired, sun-tanned, curvy girl, equally bare, with the arms twisted skin tight around an arched, sweaty torso, bright eyes locked in keen stares. Sussi leaned her chin on mine and her gasps felt hot against my parted lips only an inch from hers.
She tensed her muscles and concentrated on pressing down my bridge and as we moulded into each other on the bed, wrapped up in each other, our breasts rubbed and squeezed together. Mine stood straight up against Sussi's swelling curves, proffering, as if begging to be touched. Sussi gasped and a slight involuntary tremor rippled through the tautness of her naked body as my nipples, tempting and erect, nestled against hers.
I dwelled on the thought that the tense wrestling posture we held each other in had a strong resemblance to lovemaking. The provocatively raised hips as pelvis pressed against pelvis, sweat glistening, stiff nippled breasts welded together, the wild steamy eyes locked in eager contact, flared nostrils, passionately gasping lips and wide open mouths, and the sensations I got from the amatory-like position that we strained in were almost more than I could bear.
Desperate I felt my bridge buckle and feeling the sheet against my shoulder blades I thrust up my groin to regain the bridge position. Sussi immediately counter thrust, and for a good while we indulged in what felt like heavy copulation as our sleek hips plunged together rhythmically.
Sussi took a deep breath and inch by inch, as in slow-motion, she riveted my straining body to the bed. With my last remaining strength I lifted my shoulders an inch off the sheet. For a long time we lay tense, quivering in each other's sweaty embrace, taking each other all in. Gradually Sussi's naked chest weighed me down on both shoulders while she maintained her hold on my wet body, lying on me between my wide-spread legs in a perfect love press.
By now we were both highly aroused. Sussi made no move to release me, although I eased up under her, pressed into the soft bed, our naked girlish bodies closely intertwined, bathed in each other's passionate perspiration. "Now who's got who?" she breathed huskily, and for a moment I thought she was going to kiss me. The wistful glance she gave my parted lips was unmistakable.
I looked her straight into the eyes. "Okay, this fall is yours, but I'll take the next one!" Sussi stared at me searchingly and her green eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm not sure if I dare to keep wrestling with you in our bare skin. I might forget that we're both girls." That sounded promising, so I smiled mischievously and wiggled provocatively against her. "And then what? Afraid you can't take me?" This was a challenge she just couldn't refuse and we both knew it. She tightened her hold on me and smiled with bright, admiring eyes. "I just have, and I can do it again. But wow! You're so supple that you're almost impossible to pin!" Slowly she started to untangle our sweaty limbs and got to her feet. "Let's go to the mat then!"
I feasted my eyes on Sussi as we moved to the centre of the mat. Her athletic body glistened perfectly with sweat caused by our strenuous writhings on the bed and as we crouched and reached for each other, Sussi licked her lips as with anticipation.
Maybe the nakedness and the sweat exaggerated our competitive spirit. We wrestled frantically, as if it were a matter of life and death, and as we writhed together, the competitive urge in me welled up, making my pulse race. We tended to vie with each other to secure the tightest and most sexy holds that implied a lot of close body contact, as if we desperately desired to seduce the other before being seduced. Then I caught Sussi in a headlock, threw her over my hip and brought her to the mat. She responded immediately and strained up her rubber lithe body. I flung myself onto her, lying on her head to tail, my arms encircling her arched torso under the armpits. I bore down on her as she bridged beneath me, stretched my body and centered my whole weight on her arched chest, our rippling torsos clamped together in slippery embraces.
Her bare breasts, shining with sweat, were stretched to the limit in the bridge and swelled and budded wantonly as I welded mine onto them and proceeded to gyrate my torso very slightly so that our erect nipples flicked together. Sussi gasped out loud and clung to me as her bowed body twitched uncontrolled each time my rigid nipples nestled against hers. Moaning with lust into her panting stomach muscles, I realised that she too had very sensitive breasts.
I spread my legs wider as I clung to Sussi's arched body and glared enraptured at her naked, glistening crotch vaulting upwards only a foot from my gasping mouth. The bridge position made her clit protrude perfectly between the shiny labia, incredibly large and iron hard, and I felt a strong urge to put my lips around it, but hesitated. If I did, she would probably orgasm instantly, and I wanted her face to face when she did.
We remained tightly interlocked, 69'ing each other for a full minute, grinding our shimmering torsos together, nipple rubbing nipple - unyielding. Eventually her bridge buckled under my fiery writhings and reluctantly her sleek hips lowered by inches. Then I had her in my power and squeezed the quivering girl to the mat.
We lay a long while with our arms twisted around one another, gasping into each other's navel, trying to regain composure. Sussi still had a lot of fight left in her and took me by surprise. She thrust up her belly and with great resilience raised her hips, rolled to one side and writhed me under her as she reversed our positions. She scuttled down along my right side, flung her right arm between my thighs and pressed her left arm under my neck gripping my left armpit.
It was all done in one fluid motion and before I could react, she had caught me in a perfect half nelson and crotch hold. She writhed slightly to improve her hold, while I dug the top of my head into the mat and raised my hips. Her right hand clung hotly to my loin and I gasped as I felt Sussi's taut biceps press hard against the moist folds of my convexing sex, producing electrifying stimulation to my clit. At the same time she wriggled her left arm further up my armpit, until her hand closed over my upstanding breast. She was not an absolute beginner at erotic wrestling.
I gripped her tightly with both arms, pulled her over me and ended on top. Her tan breasts tightened against mine as she lithe as a rubber band lifted up off the mat. I tried to counter the upthrust of her soaking body, but she bridged abruptly and threw me off, causing me to flop on the mattress on my back with my knees drawn up and spread wide apart. Sussi hurled herself on top of me with her arms tightly knotted around my waist.
Realising that it would be waste of strength to try to bridge fully, I took a low half bridge, supported by my buttocks and my neck bent backwards. Jerkily Sussi twisted forward to exercise pressure on me with the total weight of her body, and inch by inch she conquered my naked, curved body. For a while she just held me in her firmish grip, without moving, with her chin supported between my sweaty breasts protruding from my strongly arched torso.
I put both hands under my loins and supported my elbows against the mat. She gripped my upper arms from below, right under my shoulders and pulled me closer while she advanced further atop me. I gasped and quivered as her strong shoulders glided slowly over my stiff nipples and strained my head further backward to resist her crushing, full length body press. Her chin slid slowly up my neck until it rested on mine. Then she had me in her power, pressed her shoulders against mine and spread her legs, causing my thighs to part further, while she clung to me tightly on the mattress.
Sussi breathed hard into my mouth and looked down into my face with distinct disbelief in her glazed eyes. Judy and I had spent several intense - and extremely joyful - hours atop each other, training to resist a body press. Repeatedly Sussi tightened her grip around me, hugging my taut glistening torso with her muscled arms while I just lay there, looking up at her, straining my body upward, concentrating on not getting pinned.
She held me tight in the same tempting hold she had used on me on the bed and the erotic possibilities excited me. I writhed like a snake and got my right leg between Sussi's thighs and flung my arms around her. She rubbed her chin against mine, and for some time we simply clung to each other in our slippery embrace, each wrestling with a taut, sweaty girlish thigh between the legs.
Suddenly I noticed that Sussi was staring greedily at my gasping lips. Her own breathing was ragged now, gaspy and impatient, and the wet spot developing on my thigh pressing against her groin was definitely not just sweat. Quickly I grasped her by the hair and pulled her lips onto mine. I pressed my tongue tip against Sussi's soft lips and she opened to receive me as we began to kiss for real and ride each other's thigh sinuously. Each time Sussi twisted, her rippling femoral muscles thrust and slid hard against my crotch and the way our breasts ground tightly together, slippery with sweat, sent violent spasms of pleasure through me.
She released my upper arms and took me in a firm hold under my armpits with a hand on each of my deltoids. My body yearned up to her, arching above the mattress, offering maximum resistance. Her lips were warm and soft and as her tongue twisted around mine like an eel, I began to quiver.
Sussi clung to me and spread her legs slightly to improve her balance. Quickly I brought my legs together so I had both thighs between Sussi's and shivered with joy as she tightened hers around me. Now I would see if Judy had taught me the Lesbian Love Lock to perfection.
With a jerk I bent my neck even more backwards and arched my back further, enabling my hands to grasp two taut buttocks. I began to buck my legs apart, each lurch increasing the distance between my knees by an inch, and at the same time I opened Sussi's thighs more and more, even though she exerted all her strength to keep them together. In a quivering duel with raw muscle power, four slender girlish legs opened further and further, until we almost did the splits, sex to sex.
Suddenly we both twitched violently and I felt a hot stream race through my body as our open sex lips sealed into a tight kiss. Like a suction cup my labia enveloped Sussi's and she kissed me passionately. With a jerk four pairs of lips locked together, as if we wanted to absorb each other with sex and mouth.
I exerted myself and rotated my sex to separate her lips further and get a real hold on her. Searchingly my wet lips glided over hers, opened them and just sensed a beautifully extended clit before she moved it with a jerk. She gasped as I pressed her buttocks down with my hands, lifted my hips and began to push my sex upwards against hers in genuine coital thrusts, slowly, in a provocative, seductive rhythm.
Each thrust made us both gasp and wriggle. I could feel the resilient tautness of Sussi's arched sex against mine, open and wet, and between two pairs of hot lips, two hardnesses grew even harder, reaching further and further out against each other. Then Sussi's clit rubbed against mine, erect and throbbing, and I jerked uncontrolled and strained to lock my sex lips around it while Sussi gasped intensely into my open mouth and writhed provocatively to prevent me from completing the perfect orgasm hold.
She stiffened in desperation. With a brief cry she slid into me to the hilt, and locked her lips to mine in a fierce, passionate writhing kiss while she strained each and every muscle in her golden body. I bridged higher as her clit began to penetrate me and shivered uncontrolled with lust.
Without losing her wrestling hold, she thrust her hips down, each thrust introducing her further into my throbbing mound. I was beside myself now, feeling her clit slide in, feeling her sex lips press against my sensitive bald mound and began to doubt my sexual stamina.
It was incredibly arousing to lie there bridging under Sussi, naked and glistening with sweat, impaled by her tongue and one inch clit, stretched like a bow with excitement, making it easy to hold, but it was a definite shock to feel it press hard against me with each movement, and my sex got a massage that was almost more than I could stand. I knew that we were both dangerously close to climax and that it was a desperate race to see who could rub the other into orgasm first.
Abruptly Sussi jerked and lay transfixed, raised her head and slowly swayed her back to lie perfectly still, a statue in lustful tension. Her mouth dropped open and as in a trance she tilted her head to feast her glazed eyes on mine, while we held each other captive in the irresistibly tempting sex hold.
Badly needing a pause myself, I stopped my sensual writhings and lay still just like Sussi while I fought to control the violent waves of sensuality threatening to absorb me. We stayed coupled like that for a long period of time, motionless, both silently struggling to hold back our orgasms, with dewed eyes locked in an intense battle of wills.
Sussi stopped breathing for a moment, tensed and drew in breath greedily. Spellbound she bent down and glued her parted lips to mine. For what seemed a long time she hovered exquisitely on the edge of orgasm as duelling tongues writhed deeply.
Our lips parted - she swayed her back and opened her mouth in a silent scream as I squeezed her slightly in the orgasm hold. She gripped me tighter and with increasing moans a long pulsating shudder went through her body as she exploded into the strongest, squirmiest series of orgasms I had ever experienced in another girl. She closed her eyes and just lay there, riding my naked, bridging body, rippling and jerking as her climax raced through her. Each orgasm she had seemed to put new life into her and she came again and again.
I felt the time was right to reverse our positions. Sussi seemed so absorbed with her multiple orgasms that I had a chance. I lowered my buttocks, dug the heels into the mat and thrust my hips up as I writhed Sussi underneath me, her entire body still shaking in orgasms.
Sussi didn't forget that we were wrestling and started to bridge before I could consummate the pin. She gritted her teeth and emitted a long, deep gasp and continued to moan with unbridled lust. I proceeded to work her stretched body with rhythmical plungings of the groin and passionate writhings of my hips to press down her lithe bridge, but she held her ground and swivelled her head from side to side in the bridge as a silent, obstinate "No!" to surrender, making her bristly twin pony tails flutter vigorously.
My entire body was aflame and I knew I would explode if Sussi - naked and bridging - kept on orgasming under me. At the same time I knew that I would not allow myself to come before I had pinned Sussi convincingly.
I kissed her violently and pressed her down into a half bridge and she kissed me back which induced new orgasms in her, making her open pussy tighten rhythmically against mine. Gasping passionately into my mouth she tightened her legs around mine merging the hollows of our knees and lay with one shoulder in contact with the mattress, the other an inch above, supporting herself on her elbows. I welded my torso onto hers but she rolled over on to her shoulders so they were not on the mat at the same moment.
All of a sudden she wiggled in jerks, closed her eyes and went stiff as a rail. Then I knew she was at the end of her tether and that if I could overcome this, her last desperate spurt, she was mine.
Inexorably her shoulders lowered and as they touched the mat she went completely wild. Her slim nymphet body strained and fluttered in my arms to resist. Every muscle contracted convulsively under her sweaty skin as she exerted herself to the utmost in a last futile attempt to extricate herself and escape my clasping embrace. She opened her blank eyes and they widened as she realised her captivity. Her lips parted in a silent cry and as I closed mine over hers and writhed my tongue deep in her mouth, her tanned shoulder blades immersed into the velvety mattress and stayed there.
I wriggled and squirmed between Sussi's legs and she gripped me tighter and tighter until with a loud gasp she orgasmed again. Then my hands went under her buttocks, gripping them firmly and forcing Sussi's body against mine, taking her clit all in once more.
Gasping I collapsed across Sussi's heaving body, as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. Our mutual climax continued for about a minute or so, then subsided and then came again, each girl responding to the other. Although it had been a tight game, the seduction was consummated.
[Love & thanks to Dear Dani for beautifully hot & intense linguistic "wrestles"! :-)]