"But you're not even a mother!" I almost shouted, speaking as if I had a mouth full of peanut butter, as I had been caught so off guard by her statement that I had started speaking with my mouth still full of salad. Maureen just laughed at me. "I guess that's just the name the name the league started with... you don't actually have to be a mother to join. There is no Mother's test" She teased.
We were having lunch at the diner around the corner from the office and I looked around with embarrassment after my outburst, hoping no one from our office was within earshot. Maureen, or Mo as I have called her almost since we first met, and I have been best friends for ten years. We bonded almost instantly upon her first starting with our small firm. Sitting at lunch she had just nonchalantly mentioned that she has been wrestling other women in a `Moms Wrestling League' for almost a full year. My initial response was more a result of the shock I felt from hearing about this for the first time. Mo and I share everything, there were no taboos, or at least I thought there weren't. That was a big part of why I was so stunned to learn that she had been doing this for almost a year and this was the first I was hearing of it.
I forced myself to slow down. I would at least finish chewing my mouthful of salad before ripping into her for keeping this secret from me for so long.
Deep breathe, trying not to chew like a cow, but anxious to get to my next several hundred questions, I was genuinely surprised by the anger that was welling up inside of me. This was a real betrayal. How could she not have mentioned this earlier, we talk about everything, there is nothing Mo doesn't know about me. Yet she had been in a `WRESTLING' league for nearly a year and this was the first I was hearing of it.
"How did you get started?" I managed to stammer after a premature swallow of my half chewed salad.
"Do you remember Sally? She used to work in HR"
"How could I forget, she used to dress for work like she was soliciting money for sex!"
Mo chuckled and said "Well she mentioned it to me and I figured I would give it a go, it is the best exercise I have ever gotten."
This was undoubtedly true as it takes us back to how this conversation got started. Mo has always been very heavy ever since I met her ten years ago. At a short 5 foot 1 inch tall, I would guess she was usually around 150 pounds. She is fortunate in as much as she is very curvy, a good deal of her extra weight can be found in her ample breasts, and while she has always worn her weight well, there was no hiding the fact that she was a junk food junky. I never considered Mo to be fat though, her extra weight fit her bubbly personality and her eighties style teased hair frames her round face perfectly. I have always considered Mo to be extremely cute, but it is possible that her amazing personality plays a huge role in how unbelievably adorable I find her. Regardless of my mood, Mo has always been able to cheer me up just be walking into the room. That is such a rare gift that I have treasured our close friendship since we met, and I would dare say that I have never been as close with anyone as I am with Mo.
Still, I could not believe what I was hearing. A calming wave settled over me as I realized Mo was pulling my leg.
"Mo, you're so full of it, you really had me going there for a second. Now really, tell me how you lost those twenty pounds or you REALLY will be in a wrestling match much sooner than you expect."
"I am not pulling your leg, I really am in a wrestling league, and if you wanna know for sure, go ahead and come at me. I will have you crying mercy before your back hits the floor." She said with her trademark chuckle making the last two words sound like part of her laugh.
As I stared at her I could tell by her eyes that she was telling the truth. My calm was being replaced with the surprising anger I felt just a few moments prior, "How the hell did you not mention this earlier? I seriously want to kick your ass right now" I said without a trace of humor.
Her cold stare brought me back down to earth as she uttered two words I could tell she meant.
"Try it!"
A few moments of silence followed as I pondered the fact that in our ten years of friendship this was the closest we had ever come to an argument.
"I am sorry" I conceded. "It just really hurts to hear that you have been doing something like this for almost a year and this is the first that I am hearing of it."
"Well I wasn't sure how you would take it, I mentioned it to Doug and he nearly flew off the handle."
Mo's husband Doug was perhaps one of the mellowest people I have ever met, so I could see where she might be concerned about telling anyone else.
"I am not Doug, and could you really see me giving you a hard time about it?"
"That's why I am telling you."
"Yeah, nearly a year late."
Against my will a smile came across my face. I told Mo she was buying lunch and that was the end of my angst. I could not sit across the table from her and seriously be angry with her for more than a moment. Although she is a good ten years older then me, her smooth round face makes her appear that we are nearly the same age. Looking into those green eyes on her cherubic face, I could not possibly stay angry.
"You're the stingiest boss I have ever had." She replied with a chuckle and we were back on solid ground.
"So does Doug know you still wrestle?" of all the questions I had I don't know why I asked this first.
"No way!" she replied, "He was totally pissed when I told him I tried once. He totally shocked me."
We spent the next 30 minutes with Mo answering my seemingly unending stream of questions about her secret hobby. I was completely infatuated with the topic.
The league had been started by a judo instructor named Kylie. Kylie started a female only wrestling class on Saturday mornings, with about 4 women attending the first class. The class quickly grew in popularity and in no time at all women were organizing workout sessions from their homes. After some time a group of women got together and made it official, forming a league and naming it the "Moms Wrestling League", as most of the members were Moms looking to get in shape with a fun activity. They assigned tasks to league members, published schedules and hosted their first tournament. Soon enough there were tournaments being held about once a month. It has grown so quickly Mo told me over the dessert we were splitting that nearly any weekend you desired you could find a tournament somewhere.
Mo invited me along to her next training session but I had to decline. As a single mother of two and busy vice president within my company, I cannot pick up new hobbies on a whim.
"Come on" pleaded Mo, "Everyone is so nice, and it's tons of fun. Besides, you even said yourself that you were looking for some way to exercise more these days."
She had a point but I just couldn't afford the time right now.
"I would like to Mo, but I just can't manage it right now, maybe in a while."
"Well think about it, anyhow." She chided.
I agreed to think about it as we quickly got up from our booth, our lunch had run quite a bit over and we would soon be approaching the two hour mark.
As I sat at my desk for the remainder of the day I could not stop my mind from wondering to thoughts of Mo wrestling other women. By the time I was ready to leave for the day I had silently agreed to myself that I would make the time to go to a workout session at least once to see if I like it.
Sleep did not come easy for me that night as images of Mo wrestling other women would not leave my mind. As my fantasies got more and more detailed I found myself growing excited and eventually masturbated to thoughts of myself wrestling Mo. Other than a few make-out sessions in college I have never had any sexual contact with women. However I have always been attracted to women, and have had many fantasies involving other women, but have always been content with leaving those dreams in my fantasy world.
As a healthy 36 year old woman with perhaps a slightly higher than average sex drive, and very few inhibitions, I spend a good deal of my time feeling very horny. It didn't help at all that I hadn't had the slightest romantic contact in several years. I have had many meetings, regardless of whether it was with a man or a woman, where I would eventually start fantasizing about being with that person and spend the final portion of the meeting thinking about nothing but sex.
So the fact that I had gotten aroused from those thoughts of wrestling Mo did not surprise me, it was the level of arousal I attained that I found surprising. Masturbating to thoughts of rolling around with Mo in a desperate struggle gave me one of the best orgasms I had had in a very long time.
The next morning I was in the office early and I was so excited to tell Mo about my interest in a wrestling workout that I was nearly shaking. The wait for her arrival seemed endless and I was incapable of getting any work done. As I saw her walk by my office I greeted her good morning and followed her into her office, closing the door behind me.
"I have decided I want to a give it a try, when can I start?" I exploded.
Suddenly, with a lightning strike of realization, I felt my face start to redden as I was painfully aware of how desperate that must have sounded. My face only reddened more as I was irrationally certain that Mo must see right through me and somehow know that I masturbated myself to sleep with thoughts of wrestling her. But after a couple seconds of silence I could see her mind click and she remembered our conversation from the previous day. She laughed one of her great laughs and said "Sure, I almost didn't know what you were talking about there for a second. I can't go any nights this week but I am going next Thursday if you are interested?"
I made a concerted effort not to show any disappointment on my face, Thursday was over a week away, I wasn't sure I could wait that long.
I forced the next couple of words out of my mouth. "Sure, Thursday sounds great, you will have to tell me what I need to wear in case I have to go buy anything."
"I will tell you about it over lunch, your treat this time" she said with a good hearted laugh.
I agreed and turned to leave her office. Just as my hand reached the door knob I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I wanted to say what I was so desperate to say.
Mo noticed my hesitation "is there something else?"
"Are you sure you aren't going any night before then?"
Mo laughed out loud, "So typical of you, yesterday you couldn't do it, now you need to do it immediately." After regarding me for a moment and realizing I was serious and waiting for an answer, she told me "I am really sorry hon, but next Thursday is the first night I have available."
"No problem, I am just anxious to give a try now that I have decided to do it, I will be back around noon to take you out for lunch."
As I walked back to my office I realized my disappointment was bordering on depression. I committed to putting it out of my mind until the next week.
As I lay in bed that night it occurred to me that I had a better chance of holding my breath for 10 days than I did of not thinking about Mo and wrestling. I was so excited I brought myself to a record three earth shattering orgasms in one night. At first I was just imagining myself wrestling with Mo. But as my excitement increased my fantasies got more and more extreme. I kept thinking about Mo's giant breast's squeezed tightly against my own as we grappled for control. I have always been somewhat infatuated with women's breasts, and I have admitted to myself that if I ever were to be with a woman, it would be with a woman well endowed in those regards. In my fantasies that night I couldn't decide which would turn me on more, loosing to Mo or beating her, but one thing was for sure. The more intensely we fought in my minds eye; the more I was turned on. It got to the point where by my third and final orgasm of the night, my fantasy wrestling match with Mo had our clothes shredded to bits from our intensity and we were pulling each others hair out while squeezing so tight we were on the verge of suffocating each other. I had my third and most powerful orgasm imagining I had her head squeezed between my legs and I was grinding my extremely wet crotch into her face. The last thought I can remember before I drifted to sleep was that there was no way I would last until next Thursday.
The next day at work was Thursday, a full week before I would get my chance to wrestle Mo, but I was so busy that fortunately my mind was occupied for most of time there. Towards the end of the day things started to slack off again and my mind once again wandered to thoughts of Mo and wrestling. I hadn't seen her all day so I walked over to her office to see how she was doing.
"Hey Mo, whats up?" I asked as I strode into her office.
"Not much" was the response I got as I watched her move for her mouse just a bit too quickly.
"You looking at porn sites again?" I asked sarcastically.
She giggled as she confessed to a late afternoon game of solitaire on the computer.
"You're not going to dock my pay are you? You witch of a boss"
"I might" I told her, "What are you willing to offer?"
"You can have Doug for 6 months...wait, make that forever" joked Mo in response.
We both laughed. Mo joked about her husband Doug a lot but I knew she wouldn't give him up for the world, they had a great relationship.
Changing gears Mo asked me if I had any plans for the weekend.
"No, the boys are going to be with their father this weekend, so I have got nothing going on. Do you and Doug want to come over for dinner Saturday, or maybe a girls night out?"
"I wish I could" she told me "but we have got plans to see a show Saturday night."
"Oh well, bummer" was my only response. I got the details about the show they were going to see and we chitchatted for a few moments before I had to leave.
On my way out there door I heard Mo brighten up as an idea occurred to her,
"Oh Val, I have an idea. If you aren't doing anything on Saturday, and the kids won't be home, maybe I can come over your place in the morning for a couple of hours and I can teach you some wrestling moves so you can get a jump start on next Thursday?"
I was praying the look on my face did not belie how excited I was to hear her ask me that. It took every ounce of control I had to wait a few seconds, trying to appear calm, as if I were thinking about it, before responding that it sounded like a great idea.
I was so happy I nearly floated back to my office. I didn't even try to delude myself into thinking I would be getting any work done. As soon as I got back to the office I packed up my stuff and headed for home.
Needless to say, Thursday and Friday nights found me with very sticky fingers indeed. Saturday morning rolled around and despite getting hardly any sleep, I was wide awake at 6am. I had two hours before Mo was to show so we could start wrestling. I spent the first hour trying on every combination of sweat pants and sports bra that I owned. I wanted to look good, and I wanted my c-cup breasts to look nice, but I had two major concerns. The pair of sweats that I like best on me, are actually little more than a pair of tights, and with how excited I have been getting just from fantasizing about wrestling Mo, I had little doubt this sheer pair of sweats would show definite signs of my excitement, and that would be a terrible embarrassment. I finally settled on a pair of thicker sweats that still managed to make my hips, ass and legs look pretty darn good if I did say so myself.
After finally settling on my outfit it was time to set up the wrestling arena. Mo had said she would bring over the small wrestling mat she kept in the trunk of her car, but told me to clear an area and make sure to blunt any sharp or hard objects in the area with towels or blankets. My finished basement had a perfect sized spot in the middle of the room that was far enough away from anything that might hurt one of us with the exception of the couch legs. I moved a lamp out of the room and wrapped a couple of towels around the legs of the couch and surveyed the area. This should do fine.
Now I just had about 45 minutes to sit and ponder what wrestling moves I would make on Mo as we grappled about on the floor of this room. I imagined several aggressive bear hug type moves I could make that would force my shorter friends face to my cleavage. I imagined our crotches would spend a good deal of time pressed together and with a bit of luck perhaps even manage to get our faces in a position near each others thighs and hopefully wet pussies.
My erotic images of how this wrestling practice was going to pan out could not have been more wrong. At first Mo was just teaching me moves, ways to counter a hold that your opponent can put you in. I got tired of this quickly as it did not give me enough opportunity to rub myself against Mo and make her submit to me or even vice versa just as in my raunchy fantasies.
"Come on Mo, this stuff is lame, how bout we just wrestle and I kick your ass right now?"
She laughed a really hard short burst of a laugh and said, "I have been wrestling now for almost a year, it wouldn't be fair."
I felt a pang of anger shoot through my chest like a hot knife, I was instantly pissed and I couldn't tell if it was because Mo laughed so hard at the thought wrestling me or because of her condescending tone in telling me how long she had been wrestling. I really wanted to fight her right now. I would not give any hint as to my irritation as I new it would fuel me with a strength she could not possibly defend herself against.
Forcing a smile on my face I suggested we give it a friendly go around and jokingly asked her to take it easy on me.
Mo picked up on my sarcasm and said "sure, let's give it a try" and she picked up her arm in a sweeping gesture motioning me to the center of her large square pad on the floor.
I continued to keep my forced smile on my face as we squared off in the ring.
She wouldn't have any idea what hit her.
Instantly after she announced the match was on, I charged across the short distance between us and tackled Mo head on. I could see by the look on her face I had clearly caught her off guard as my arms slid under her armpits and I threw all of my weight into her. Our breasts smashed together as she tumbled backwards with me falling right on top of her.
I had intended to catch my fall on the padding with my arms extended out behind her, but had miscalculated how much shorter Mo was than me. With my arms under her arm pits and my momentum carrying me forward, my arms were nearly pinned straight down in front of me. As a result my full body weight came crashing down on her just a fraction of a second after she hit the ground. A huge blast of breathe came from Mo's mouth as the force of my body pushed all the air from her lungs.
She was clearly dazed from the impact with the mat and the crushing blow of my entire body landing right on top of her. I am not overweight, but at 5'8" with C cup breasts, I am a healthy 155 lbs. A pang of guilt wrenched my heart as I could see I just really put a hurting on my good friend. The feeling of guilt was almost instantly replaced with a euphoric glow as it felt so great as to act upon the anger that had welled up inside of me. Mo was so condescending and here she was on her back gasping for air under me.
I decided I needed to really make her regret doubting me. I reached down for her wrists and pulled her arms up over her head, I then straddled her legs with mine and started pushing down with my entire body so that I could pin her to the floor and make her submit. What a great feeling that would be, having her submit to me. I realized as I ground my crotch into her thigh and could feel my panties pushing into me that I was already soaked.
The cloudiness started to drain from Mo's eyes as I could see her grasping what had just happened and where she was.
"what the fuck was that about" she spat, "And what the hell are you doing to me?"
"I have you pinned, do you submit my little Mo?" I said with a grin.
Mo was not amused. I can't be sure what she said in response primarily because it came out as a grunt, but also because in less than a blink of an eye Mo had made some series of movements that had her out from under me and her legs clamped around my stomach before I could even see what was going on. It took me several seconds to realize that not only was I no longer on top of her, but that she had me in a very difficult spot.
At this moment it also occurred to me that she was going to use her legs like this so that she could manipulate me into a position where she could make a move on me. But after she got her legs into the position she wanted, and had her feet wrapped around each other for leverage I came to the dark realization that this was the move. Her legs were squeezing me tighter and tighter and I could barely breathe. The pain in my midsection made me feel as though I were in a vice, I moaned in pain and nearly dove into a state of panic as I realized I couldn't even get enough air back into my lungs to breathe.
This was pure torture.
"What the FUCK was that about?" Mo repeated, "I am so pissed off at you right now, your lucky I don't just start pulling your hair out or punch you in the face. You said lets take it easy then you charge at me like a bat out of hell and slam down on me."
I could tell from her tone she was not all that far from delivering on those threats. I wanted to apologize but I couldn't get enough air in my lungs to even breathe let alone apologize.
"Well how do you like this now tough girl." Mo grunted out as she punctuated the remark with an even tighter squeeze of her powerful thick thighs.
I could tell she wasn't going to let up any time soon, she was working herself into a rage and I started to worry that she would start pulling my hair as my head was in easy range of her hands. I needed to get out of this situation and fast, before I passed out from the pain or lack of O2. I forced myself to calm down and take stock of the situation. My left arm was pinned at my side up by her crotch as her legs had caught my arm in there when she grabbed me. My right arm was free but was closer to her feet, her feet, that's it. Her feet were wrapped around each other and she was using the leverage she got from that to squeeze me tighter. I would just try and pry her feet apart with my free hand. It didn't take long to see that I was not going to have any success with just one hand.
"Nice try sweetie but you should use that hand to fuck yourself, because that's the only luck you're gonna have with it."
I was absolutely shocked, it was not like Mo at all to use foul language, let alone say something as crass as what just came out of her mouth.
"I will let you go when you start crying." She said.
I pulled in enough breath to say "Pleeeease, Mo, this really hurts."
"No way" was her response but I could feel that she loosened her grip just a bit as she said it. That's my Mo, just a big softy really, even when she was rightfully pissed at me.
After a few minutes of torture Mo's anger subsided and she finally let me go. I rolled away from her on the floor and just lay there, too exhausted to even move my fingers.
"I am sorry, but that really hurt when you tackled me like that" she confided a short while later. I let her know how sorry I genuinely was. Once again we were good friends and Mo spent the next couple of hours teaching me how to prevent certain moves and things I could do to keep from giving my opponent the upper hand. I was really surprised by how complicated it all was. Leg holds were a huge part of the sport, and if your opponent got you into a good one, you needed to get out fast or you would most surely lose the match. Shortly after noon Mo had to leave so she could get ready for her date with her husband.
After she had gone I spent a few minutes cleaning up my impromptu wrestling arena then headed upstairs to shower.
While the entire experience had not been anything like I expected, and unfortunately not nearly as erotic as I had planned, I was nonetheless still pretty turned on from the whole thing. There had been plenty of times which I had been in close contact with Mo that I felt myself getting aroused. Surprisingly, I realized I was most turned on while Mo had me pinned in that brutal leg lock. The final 15 minutes of my shower was spent releasing my pent up sexual energy as I used the removable shower head to pelt my clit with scintillating water pulses and my mind to think about Mo's legs wrapped around my head rather than my midsection.
"I cannot believe how sore I am!"
Mo and I were having lunch on Monday when I started telling her about my various aches and pains. Every muscle in my body was completely sore.
"Well, you had better feel better by Thursday night, because we are going to wrestling practice at the gym. You can make it right?"
"Of course I can" I responded. I wouldn't miss it for the world.
I was traveling Tuesday and Wednesday so the week flew by and I was happy to see Thursday arrive so quickly. As I walked into the judo studio I was really surprised to see so many attractive women present. I wasn't really expecting a pack of biker women, but the majority of the women were thin and attractive. If someone had shown me this group of women in public I would have guessed they were friends from a country club, not a wrestling group. As Mo and I walked in Mo got a whole bunch of hello's and nods, but the first person to really greet us was a gorgeous brunette that came jogging from the far side of the waiting room.
"MO!" she said by way of a big greeting, "this must be your friend Val! How nice to meet you, I am kylie" Her huge smile, glowing eyes and genuine friendliness made me instantly fond of this woman.
I returned her big smile and introduced myself, "Valerie Parker, how very nice to meet you kylie, I have heard a great deal about what you have started here and I can honestly say it is a pleasure to meet you."
As I took a moment to soak in her beauty I had an inward chuckle at my slight fib. Certainly I was truthful when I said what a pleasure it was to meet her, but I was not exactly truthful about why I was so happy to meet her. Her 5'5" frame could not have had an ounce of fat on it, yet she was very shapely for such an athletic body and her skin was pure gold. Her bright eyes lit up her adorable features and her shoulder length hair could have been from a shampoo commercial. I am not sure how long I sat there staring while her and Mo were amiably chitchatting, but a tug on my sleeve from Mo pulled me from my reverie and we walked back to the locker room to get ready for class.
We spent the first 10 minutes of class stretching and the next 30 minutes doing torturous exercises designed to increase stamina and strength. Several times I though I was going to throw up from the exertion, but Kylie was a tireless leader, and despite the fact that she did all of the exercises with us, she looked to have hardly broken a sweat. With 20 minutes of class remaining, Kylie paired us up with partners, trying to make even matches of height and weight. I cursed my luck as I was partnered with a red-haired woman named Emily that was about an inch taller than me and maybe 15 pounds heavier, most of which was could be found in her ample bottom. One short thin woman that I guessed to be about 23 was left with out a partner so Kylie paired up with her. Kylie started us with some grappling drills and we were instructed to take turns executing them on each other. The strenuous aerobic workout had everyone in the room sweating a bit, but Emily was sweating profusely, so much so that her baggy sweat pants and t-shirt were soaked through with sweat. I was really not looking forward to grappling with her.
Our first maneuver was to come at our opponent from the front, swing one arm up and around their back, and attempt to put them in a headlock. Emily told me to go first so I came at her very tentatively and as put her into as loose a headlock as I could manage. The feel of her soaking hair and slippery skin against the underside of my arm made me want to cringe and I didn't put any pressure on her head at all.
"That's not a headlock" she spat as she easily pulled her head from my grasp and pushed me backwards with a violent shove to my chest that sent spikes of pain shooting through me. Instantly she was charging at me and before I could even put my arms up she had me in tight headlock, the back of my head pressed tightly into her armpit and breast and her sticky arm wrapped up under my neck and chin. My nostrils were assaulted with her body odor. Ughhh, how could this be happening to me? Then she started to walk backwards and forwards, keeping me off balance and dragging me about. Against my will I had to grab her body with my arms to keep some of the pressure off of my neck, which was starting to feel like she was trying to break.
"Now this is how you get someone in a headlock" she was touting.
Thankfully she let me go before I had to take another breathe of her acrid smelling body odor.
"Now try that on me and don't go pussy footing around like last time"
"Ok" was all I could manage as anger began to well up inside of me. I would show her.
With all of my strength I swung my arm in behind her head and pulled her head up into my armpit and wrenched my forearm up into her chin and neck. I pulled tightly around her neck and took some steps forwards and backwards to return the favor. I was so angry I decided to grab the arm I had under her chin with my free hand and applied some extra pressure to her neck, pulling her head up even tighter into my armpit and breast. I wasn't even thinking to let go when I felt her hand gently pat me on the hip as if to say, "ok enough."
I was breathing heavy from the sudden flow of energy and exertion as I released her. She stood up straight and took a step back while maintaining eye contact,
"Now that's how you practice, don't try that prissy crap again or I will hurt you."
"Don't be so sure of that" was my knee-jerk response and it only served to elicit a smile from my opponent.
For the next 15 minutes Emily and I traded high energy attacks on each other as I concentrated on not getting sick from her body odor. At one point I got a glance under her short sleeved shirt into her armpit and was enlightened as to why she had such potent body odor. In her armpit was a dense crop of jungle like bright red body hair, I was shocked. I had never seen such hairy pits on a man, let alone on a woman. The torture continued when I found out the hard way that her armpit odor was not the worst she had to offer. During one leglock during which she was only supposed to get me around the midsection, she got her legs up higher, closed about my breasts for an excruciating few seconds, at which time her crotch was right up against my own armpit. The smell of her crotch was pungent and foul. I could not believe I was partnered with this woman, but even more, I really could not believe was how wet I was. Despite her foul odor and gruff personality I would have been more than happy to take Emily into the women's locker room, give her a good showering, and then eat her out until she came all over my face. Hell, I was so damn excited by the end of wrestling practice I could have even skipped the showering part. Fortunately, between Emily's sweaty body and my own perspiration, my sweats were already soaked, because I was sure if they hadn't been it would have been pretty obvious just from looking at me how excited I was. I glanced around the room and I was convinced it was impossible odds that I could be the only one getting off like this.
On the way home Mo and I chatted nonstop about my first wrestling practice, my first run-in with stinky Emily, as Mo had told me she was known, and meeting Kylie for the first time. No doubt about it, I was hooked.
For the next couple of weeks I was religiously attending wrestling practice, even when Mo couldn't make it. Unfortunately I was usually partnered up with Emily due to our similarity in height. Even after getting partnered up with me a number of times she never really warmed up, I started to wonder if maybe she had a personality disorder. Maybe she just didn't like me I finally surmised.
"I think I am going to wrestle in the tournament over in Oceanside this weekend" I told Mo and Kimberly as they were sitting in Mo's office after lunch one Tuesday. Kimberly is a 5'5" blonde from our wrestling league with a very curvy figure and a cute face. She had just come from lunch with Mo and I and walked back to our office with us to check the place out. Now we had kind of settled in to Mo's office and were just chitchatting when I made my announcement.
"That is not a good idea Val" said Mo, "The tournament in Oceanside this weekend is not the kind you are looking for."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
Kimberly then chimed in to explain that different tournaments had different rules. The tournament this weekend was a rough one, there would be slapping and hair pulling allowed.
"Ouch" I said, "Who really wants to be in a fight like that? And can I go to just watch?"
"Well your partner Emily for one" replied Mo, "but there are a bunch of women like her that are into the rough stuff, trust me, you don't want any part it, or them."
"There is a small tournament at Maggie's place in two weeks if your interested Val?" said Kimberly.
"Sounds like a plan, are you going?"
Both Mo and Kimberly replied with a "Sure" and the date for my first tournament was set.
Most tournaments are held at karate studio's that are booked for a few hours in the afternoon after they close on a Saturday. However there are a few women in a league that happen to be in a position to host a tournament elsewhere, either due to a very large house, or in the case of Maggie, they have access to some other large space. Maggie owns a fairly successful lounge type bar out in the suburbs, but it doesn't open for business on Saturdays until six pm, plenty of time to clean up after an afternoon of wrestling matches. The layout of the lounge is perfect for wrestling tournaments as there is main bar area and dance floor when right off the entrance that is large enough for several wrestling rings. Additionally there are two fairly large rooms off to the back that serve as dance floors for different types of music while the bar is open, but make for plenty of practice wrestling room during a tournament. Maggie's place also has the added benefit of being able to get a drink or two between matches or while you watch one. This was all explained to me as I sat excitedly in the back seat of Mo's car on the ride out to the burbs.
"Wow, I don't think I have ever seen this many cars here for a tournament" said Mo.
"No, me neither" replied Kim, "well Val, looks like you picked a heck of a first day, plenty of opponents to choose from and plenty of matches to watch."
"Great" I said from the back seat as we pulled into the parking lot.
It took a moment for my eyes to adjust from the bright sunlight of the parking lot to the dark interior of the bar. But from what I could see it almost appeared to be a normal bar open for business on a Saturday afternoon. There were women sitting at the bar drinking water and soda and there were people at the tables just off the bar. It wasn't until I saw them setting up the wrestling mats on the dance floor that I was suddenly relieved to find there was in fact going to be a tournament there that afternoon.
As we walked around the place I recognized a few women from wrestling class, but there had to be at least 40 other women there I had never seen in my life, and disappointingly, no Kiely in sight. Kim stopped to talk to a woman she obviously knew as Mo and I continued our walk around the interior.
"look back there, they are setting up both back rooms, they must be expecting quite a crowd today" Mo said nonchalantly as we started toward the back room on the right. As we got closer it was apparent they were getting ready to put up some kind of drape over the archway. As I half ducked to make it under the unfinished door covering I bumped right into Emily. She turned around quickly on me and for a split second I thought she was going to hit me. "Oh, look who it is?" she said, her voice dripping with annoyance as she recovered from being bumped. Emily was not wearing anything like the other women I had seen up front. Instead of sweat pants or tights and a t-shirt, she was wearing a sports bra that was clearly straining to keep her large breasts back, and a pair of spandex biking shorts that was not flattering in the least. The shorts seemed to only emphasize her large hips and butt, and extra flab from her belly hung over the top of the shorts. Worst of all, her hairy arm pits were in full view, sticking out from under her arms even when they were down at her sides. Did she not look in a mirror after she put on this ridiculous outfit?
"Hello Emily" I managed to stammer. But it was clear from the way she was looking at Mo that she hadn't been talking to me. I looked back to Mo and realized the two women were staring at each other. An awkward silence hung in the air for a few long seconds until Mo spoke up.
"What are you doing here Emily?"
The two women continued to stare at each other, almost as if I weren't there, and Emily took her time before she responded.
"We have got a bitch match back here today."
The tension was palpable as the two women just continued to stare at each other. I had never seen Mo like this, she was deadly serious.
A small creepy smile came over Emily as she quietly broke the silent stare.
"Care to join us...again?"
The color instantly drained from Mo's face and her eyes lit up with a vicious fire.
"Thanks but no thanks, stinky" then she turned to me and said "Lets head back up to the front, it smells like shit back here."
Emily let out a snort as she sarcastically taunted Mo, "Ohhhhh Mo, whats the matter? Are you upset with me? That wasn't very nice you know."
Mo again looked at me and with a little more conviction said, "Lets go up front Val."
My feet were cemented in place. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Mo, you were in one of those hair pulling and slapping matches?"
My comment froze the two women as both their heads turned slowly to look at me. I couldn't figure out what was going on. Mo had the strangest look on her face and she looked nervously from me to Emily. I looked at Emily and her eyes flashed with a revelation, A huge goofy grin spread across her face as she slowly turned her gaze from me to Mo.
"You haven't told her have you MO!" Emily practically screamed as her voice got higher and higher with each word. "You haven't told her" she repeated and then started laughing. Her laugh started out as a soft mean chuckle but continued to grow until she had both arms at her stomach and was heaving with laughter. Between gut wrenching laughs she kept repeating, "I can't believe you haven't told her."
I looked to Mo and her face was completely drained of color, she looked totally and utterly defeated standing there, Emily laughing at her.
"Come on Val, let's go up front" she muttered, barely audible over Emily's cackling.
"What the hell is she talking about, MO?" I demanded, my feet still cemented to the ground.
Mo just stood there, she had the appearance of someone that was about to cry, I had never seen her anything like this. I looked back to Emily and after a few more chuckles died on her lips she looked at me and said, "Looks like the cat has Mo's tongue, so I will tell you."
"Tell me what?" I practically screamed.
"Well, it seems your little friend Mo here has failed to tell you what a bitch match is, and that she has wrestled in them before. So I will explain it to you Val" she said as she took a step closer to me and lifted her arm to put around my shoulder, as if she were explaining a happy family secret to a child. I was so shocked and curious I didn't even flinch as I saw her bushy armpit disappear over my shoulder.
Emily took her time before starting again, clearly languishing the two separate types of torture Mo and I were experiencing. Mine borne of a dark curiosity and Mo clearly and inexplicably a beaten battered woman without even a finger raised.
"Well Val, a bitch match is a fight to triple submission. After one of the opponents has submitted for the third and final time, she becomes the bitch of the winner for 40 minutes."
My blood was suddenly rushing to my head, things were moving in slow motion and I heard mself ask, "so what does that mean, like she has to do your laundry or something" instantly I hated myself for asking such a stupid question, but I couldn't bring myself to believe what I was hearing.
Emily snorted a short quick laugh into my ear and I could smell her stale breathe. As I looked to Mo, she looked as though she wanted to crawl into the floor, she couldn't even bring her eyes up to look at me.
"I suppose I could have made your friend Mo do my laundry when I beat her, but I had other tastes that day."
I was feeling faint, so much blood was rushing to my head I could barely hear, my pulse was a deafening roar in my ears. I looked to Mo again and I was feeling wobbly, my body temperature was rising and my ears felt aflame, what was this I was being told? Emily continued to speak into my ear as I stared at Mo and I could hear her voice as if she were far away, "I am not sure Mo sat down for a week after that, you see Val, my tastes that day involved many things, but not the least of which was fucking our little Mo here in the ass with my strap-on"
Instantly my knees nearly collapsed, suddenly my minds eye was staring clearly at the image of this red-headed beast fucking Mo with a strap-on dildo. It were as though someone had poured a gallon of juice into my panties, I had never felt such a stimulating rush of excitement in my life and to this day it was definitely the closest I have ever come to orgasm without any physical contact whatsoever.
I could tell from Mo's shoulders that she had started to cry, and I turned my head to look at Emily, we were practically nose to nose as she leaned in closer and pulled me into her by pulling in on my shoulder a little more. "Don't worry about Mo she said" her dank breathe assaulting my nose, "She enjoyed every second of it." Then she let out another of her hideous chuckles.
Her chuckle was cut off instantly as she peered into my eyes and suddenly was looking at me as if I were a stranger that had suddenly appeared next to her.
"Oh my God" she exclaimed, still staring at me as if she were seeing me for the first time, "You love this, you are loving what I did to your friend! You slut!"
I looked over to Mo, for the first time in the last couple of minutes she had looked up from the floor and was looking at me, a glimmer of faint hope in her eyes. I wanted to kiss her so bad at that moment. Instead I felt Emily's hand under my chin, forcefully turning my head in her direction, again our noses were no more than an inch apart and she was staring into my eyes. "Tell me your not really turned on right now and I will leave you alone this second." She said slowly and seriously.
My silence was evidently the only response she was looking for, her hand released my chin and slowly slid down the front of my body. She easy slipped her fingers under the waist band of my baggy sweats, under my panties and right over my pussy. I involuntarily sucked in a ragged breathe as her fingers made contact with the outside of my drenched pussy lips and gently rubbed a small circle, spreading them easily.
"Mo, this slut is soaking wet" was the last thing I was conscious of hearing as Emily forcefully entered my pussy with two fingers and the most powerful orgasm of my life grabbed a hold of my very being and shook me to the core. The moans I was hearing, that seemed so far away were coming from me.
My knees had gone to jello as my mind and body exploded in orgasm. I could see my arms reaching around Emily's neck to avoid falling straight to the floor. Emily thankfully kept one hand on my contracting pussy and reached her other arm around my waist as she gently lowered me to the floor. I was lying on my back staring straight up to the ceiling still reeling from my orgasm, I was barely conscious of the fact that Emily had removed her fingers from my throbbing clit when her face filled my vision.
"You filthy slut" she was saying. "If I had any idea you were such a hot slut all these weeks I would have been fucking you silly every night."
Then she jammed her tongue into my mouth and started to kiss me as forcefully as I had ever been kissed. It didn't matter to me, I was so turned on at this point I hungrily gobbled her tongue and pulled her face into mine even harder by grabbing the back of her head and tugging on her hair, pulling her into me harder and harder. This beast of a woman was veritably fucking my face with her tongue and I couldn't get enough. After a few moments she pulled away from my grasp and looked at me with incredulous eyes.
"I can't believe what a SLUT you are, I am going to have a great time with you."
"Shut up" I muttered as I tried to pull her face to mine for more of her tongue.
"Not just yet" she replied as she pushed me back down to the mat with one hand and slid her other hand back to my soaking pussy. Her touch jolted me with another blast of pleasuring electricity. Once again my mind was reeling, not even 60 seconds after my last orgasm had subsided and this woman I had previously found so repulsive had me on the verge of another.
"I am going to have my way with you first" she whispered into my ear.
Nothing mattered to me at this point, she could do as she wished just so long as she didn't dare take her long fingers from pussy.
As if reading my mind Emily then proceeded to slide her hairy sweaty armpit over my face and told me feast on it as she slid her lips over the nipple of my breast and continued to slowly rub my clit and finger fuck me.
A distant part of my brain was shocked to learn that I was anxiously gobbling her overgrown patch of pungent red armpit hair, and probably even more surprised to learn that I was loving every second of it.
Just seconds before Emily bit my nipple roughly I dove over the cliff into the bottomless chasm that was my second orgasm inside of three minutes. As the orgasm took hold of my entire body and mind I hungrily pulled Emily's armpit tighter to my mouth and sucked it for all I was worth. Fade to black.
I am not entirely sure if I passed out or not, but by the time I recovered from the most earth shattering orgasm of my life I was alone on my back and again staring at the ceiling. Emily, Mo and another woman I had never seen before were standing over me. A wave of utter embarrassment passed over me as I realized what had just happened in front of these women. I was a sex starved deprived animal as desperate as any creature to walk the earth and I had just made that clear to these three women. As I half rose I saw my sweats and panties down around my thighs and my shirt was pulled up over my tits with the swollen and red nipple of my left breast exposed to the three ladies standing over me. I wanted to melt into the floor. Instead I stood up and tried to straighten my clothes, pulling my panties and sweats up over my clearly soaked pussy and glistening bush.
"Wow Val" said Mo, "That looked like fun, I would never have guessed in a million years you would do something like that."
I looked across the faces of the three women all staring at me intently, Emily with a smug grin, Mo in amused shock and the third woman just openly leering at me. I realized they were all waiting for me to say something.
"What?" was all I could muster.
"I challenge you to a bitch match" said the woman stranger.
"No way" said Mo and Emily nearly simultaneously. Emily followed that up quickly by saying she wasn't done with me yet and the conversation between the three of them quickly deteriorated to a pissing contest over who deserved to wrestle me.
My embarrassment dissapaited instantly as I watched these women regress to a pack of 6 year olds arguing over the use of a found toy. They were as desperate and depraved as I was. I settled the argument quickly when I suggested Mo and I take them on in a two on two match-up
We were still the only four women in the room, Emily and I squared of with each other and I learned the other woman's name was Christine as Emily told her to square off with Mo. I really wanted to beat Emily even though I knew from our workouts at the gym that I had very little chance. I decided that being aggressive was the only chance I had so I attacked quickly. It did not take long for me to realize that I didn't stand a chance. Emily was abusing me with a series of leg scissors, arm bars and other grappling moves that I was all but powerless to defend against. I was exhausted within minutes and Emily was relishing her control over me. Taking every opportunity she could to rub her hairy pits and pungent crotch in my face. None of it mattered though for I was absolutely as horny and excited as a girl could be. I didn't get many opportunities's to see how Mo was faring with Christine, but I could tell she wasn't doing much better. I had heard Mo submit twice already and we had hardly been wrestling for 3 or 4 minutes. Emily was obviously enjoying extending my torture because despite the fact that she could have gotten submissions out of me with several of her moves, she always relented and started on another torturous maneuver.
At one point Emily had me in a leg scissors with her crushing thighs wrapped around one shoulder and other arm pulled up between her legs. My face was pressed against the mat and I was facing in the direction of Mo and Christine. Christine was obviously a very skilled wrestler and was really having her way with Mo, relentlessly slamming her to the mat and twisting Mo's arms. Mo was clearly exhausted and could barely put up a fight, but Christine just continued with the pounding. In one particularly painful looking move Christine was applying the full weight of her 130 pound, 5'5" frame to Mo's back as she pulled on Mo's arms and Legs to bend Mo backwards into the shape of a U. Mo screamed submit for her third and final time and Christine dropped her to the mat like a dead fish, utterly exhausted. Christine gave Mo about a minute to recover before pulling her up off the mat by her hair and leading her towards a doorway in the back of the room. As they walked away I heard Christine growl "If you think that beating was bad wait until I start to fuck you."
I couldn't believe my ears, where did women like this come from, and why the hell was it getting me even more excited.
It was obvious I was never going to get the upper hand on Emily and I was desperately anxious to watch Christine have her way with Mo so I decided to start submitting right away. In just a few minutes I was able to submit three times, each as soon as Emily had put any pressure on me at all. She knew what I was up to but I don't think she minded in the slightest, I could tell from the look in her eyes she was as anxious to get to the sex as I was. As we got up to walk to the back I was surprised to see the room was starting to fill up with quite a few average looking typical women. Just a half hour prior I would have never guessed that all of these ladies were into submission wrestling matches that ended with the sexual domination of the loser. My, this day was just getting better and better.
As we walked into what was the coat room during the hours of operation but was now serving as the sex chamber for bitch match wrestlers I was surprised to see the back of Christine's black bob haircut slowly bouncing up and down as her face was buried in Mo's crotch. Mo was sitting up on a desk of sorts, facing us with her sweats on the floor and her bare legs spread as Christine was facing away from us bent at the waist eating out Mo.
Upon hearing us come in Christine took a moment away from her duties to turn and look at us over her plump but cute bare ass and said, "I am just letting Mo recharge her batteries a little before I fuck her senseless."
"Good idea" said Emily, and she quickly turned to me, our faces very close she held my eyes in her gaze and asked, "Have you ever eaten pussy before?" and before I had a chance to respond she followed it up with "because your about to eat mine and I want you to do a thorough job."
With as hot as I was at that moment I knew it would not be a problem at all. Emily turned her back to me and bent over as she wrestled her way out of her bike shorts. Her excessive buttocks seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as they were released from their tight container. I marveled inwardly at how something that up until just a short time ago could make me ill was now only making me hotter. As I stared at her jiggling ass cheeks all I could think to do was bury my face between them and eat her ass. Mo and I shared a moment as I looked over at her and our eyes met, hers sparkling with the joy of a good tounging and mine with the knowledge that I would soon be having sex with her. I broke our gaze and looked over to Emily, who I was pretty sure wasn't going to dissapoint me in my desire to get thoroughly pounded. She must have been reading my mind because at that moment she turned around and said, "I hope your ready for the fucking of a lifetime slut!"
A huge smile came across my face as she then grabbed me by the back of the hair and pulled my face into her giant red bush. I dropped to my knees as she yanked me by the back of the head and attacked her sweaty pussy with every ounce of my energy. Her bush was wild and long and it took me a few moments of shoving my tongue through it to finally reach the outer folds of her pussy, once I did get my tongue in there and part the folds I immediately felt how wet she was. Licking at her juices got me so hot I was practically on the verge of coming myself as I tongued her. I couldn't believe what had become of me, a successful carreer woman and mother of two kids, starving to be treated like a wanton slut, and loving every second of it. The next two hours were a blur of pussies, fingers and strap on dildos and possibly one of the best two hour timespans in my life.
Needless to say, I only wrestle bitch matches now. Check back for soon for some interesting matches I have had since then.