Wrestling Trilogy

The Restraint

Already on the first evening of training when I fought with Tina, it dawned on me that we had something special going. The very first holds we took on each other made us both breathless and blushing. Never before at the club had I experienced a girl so beautiful and even to wrestle and so sensual in her way of gripping me, someone who followed my movements and fitted me bodily so well.

Any girl who chooses wrestling as her sport is signalling that she likes close body contact - that she's not afraid of groping, and being groped by, another girl, and that Tina really enjoyed feeling a sweaty girl's body pressed against hers could be seen from her choice of garment, which, like my own, was the tiniest, tightest wrestling singlet money could buy. It didn't conceal more than the most essential assets of her muscular body, which was furthermore nicely tanned and slightly shining with sweat. The neck opening went down to her navel, and the shoulder straps were so narrow that they only covered one third of her big, thrusting breasts which swelled boldly upwards.

At the same time she had a seductively intense, hugging style of wrestling which caused a lot of tight body contact, and it was distinctly clear that she - like me - preferred ground wrestling, whether she was on top or under me, so it suited me perfectly, when we for long periods of time lay almost motionless, half naked and closely intertwined on the mattress in tense wrestling positions, testing each other's suppleness and strength. If for a moment there was just one square inch of my naked skin that didn't have contact with uncovered areas of Tina's body, I could be certain that it wouldn't take many seconds before it had. That's how it felt. She literally sucked her body tightly onto mine, writhed against me and hugged me, so I could feel every cleft, every curve, every rippling muscle, and thus exposed me to a total, all-embracing, sweat dripping body massage that went right to my crotch.

She was a year younger than me - 19 - and used her eyes in an inflaming way, which I wasn't used to except in my private wrestles. Whenever I looked at her, they were staring into mine, wide and bright, as if she wanted to hypnotise me into defeat. It was wonderful, stimulating and very erotic to be wrestling this way, and I began to retaliate Tina's keen stare so that we constantly had close, intense eye contact.

After several minutes of heavy battle, we suddenly ended up totally interlaced just 10 feet from the edge of the mattress and lay quite still chin to chin, Tina underneath, half bridging, supported by her taut buttocks and her neck bent backwards, with me between her open thighs and her shoulders raised an inch above the matting. Each had both arms tightly around the other, and while I clung to Tina's sweaty, arched torso, she twined her legs around mine, merging the hollows of our knees, causing us to lie like two lovers, defiantly staring at each other, vaguely smiling with clenched teeth. A revealing sigh escaped me as I felt a swelling sex pressing up against mine so tightly that I could clearly feel the contours of its lips.

For quite a while I had been able to keep my private nude wrestles and the special techniques they involved totally separated from the activity at the club, but while Tina lay under me and writhed to avoid being pinned, with her panting mouth expectantly half open, as if hoping to be kissed, invitingly staring at my own parted lips, I felt pure lust shoot through me. The delicious pressure of her pussy against mine inspired me sexually, and I fantasised about burying my tongue between her wet lips and writhing it, until she exploded in violent orgasms. Quickly I looked up, before I succumbed to the temptation.

At that moment I spotted the girl by the edge of the mat. She was sitting cross legged, slowly sliding an index finger over her parted lips, while she drank in our fused bodies with intense, dreamy eyes. I felt sure that she enjoyed the sight, because suddenly she placed the right hand between her thighs and started to rub the wrist lightly up and down against the jeans while her left arm cuddled the left breast. Cautiously I looked around, but the two other training pairs were so occupied with their own bodily activities that the girl was the only one who noticed our provocative position.

Quickly I re-drowned myself in Tina's eyes - hugged her with my arms tightly around the tense girlish body, and realised that I was rubbing my mound slightly against hers. First she looked puzzled - stared at me with a lost expression of reluctant lust in her wide eyes. She shook her head lightly and whispered a moaning "don't, Bridget." But when I gritted my teeth and answered: "Then lay down and let me have this fall!", they turned glazed and steamy in a beautiful mixture of strain and sexual arousal.

"No way!", she gasped, smiling vaguely, and let her hands slide down my back and lock around my tense behind. "You'll have to work for it!". Teasingly she too began to use her pussy while kneading my buttocks skilfully. "Bet you can't get my shoulders down! Like that, huh?". The muscles of her thighs tightened in the same lewd rhythm, while she returned my provocative treatment, arched her torso further up and started to move it from side to side, making four firm breasts massage each other through our tight, minute singlets. Many times had I seen girl wrestlers - especially the teenagers - lying tightly intertwined, twitching, gasping and moaning in mock protest, while they groped each other boldly, but never before had I experienced so obvious - and effective - mutual petting, as we had going.

I moaned joyfully and let my groin slide hotly up and down between Tina's sweaty thighs causing our crotches to squeeze together rhythmically. Each hug I gave her pussy was immediately returned with an equally keen upwards movement, and simultaneously she tightened her legs further around mine and drew me closer. Slowly but surely the speed of our desirous, coital like jerks accelerated, the thrusts growing wilder and more insistent. The feeling of lying agglutinated to this pretty and strong girl wrestler in such a provocative posture made me wet and hard between the thighs, my nipples stiffened totally, and it tickled strongly and nicely in my groin.

I looked up again, contemplated the watching girl, and was delighted to see that she was thoroughly turned on by our hot duel and breathed heavily, while she took our enmeshed bodies all in. Even though our mutual pussy massage was done so tightly and discretely that she couldn't have been aware, her cheeks flushed while a pink tongue slowly slid over slightly parted lips. She stared me right in the eyes with uninhibited lustful interest, without stopping her superficial playing, and without the least of doubt that I knew perfectly what she was doing, and I felt how giving her a good sexual experience made my arousal even greater, how her stare stimulated me, how my pussy wetted and expanded further. I tautened my crotch faster and pressed my mound more pronounced downwards, felt my excitement grow and become stronger and stronger, and while I held the girl's hungry glance, I began to rotate my breasts against Tina's arched torso, where the nipples stuck out at full length, making two hard bulges in the thin fabric. I wanted her too to be fully aware of what I was up to.

Two weak, passionate cries drew my attention back to Tina, but one of them came from my own mouth. We had writhed our torsos so eagerly that the narrow shoulder straps of our singlets had slid aside, and two pairs of sweat glistening, bare breasts were now mashing together with bursting nipples. It was obvious that the close, almost nude body contact in the erotic position excited Tina as much as it did me. Her glowing face and quick breathing, while we ate each other with hungry, intense eyes, were unmistakable.

Loudly gasping and closely intertwined in our sweaty missionary position, we continued our discrete rhythmical movements on the mattress. Tina's swelling bronzed breasts tautened temptingly up against mine, and each time four wet nipples flicked together, it made us both shiver and emit deep, desperate sighs. I was pretty far gone now, and breathed faster than my victim, gaspy and impatient, in the same rhythm as Tina's contracting pussy.

We both twitched violently, because we had become so aroused that our clits had erected through our labia and were now straining against each other, separated only by our singlets. I had to lie perfectly still not to lose control, savouring the feel of an iron hard female erection against mine, intensely staring at Tina. My eyes must have revealed my weak condition, because Tina began to undulate her hips almost imperceptibly, causing serious friction to our clits. This made my lust grow dangerously fast, and the feverish smile on Tina's face told me that she knew.

Then I couldn't stand it any longer. My head jerked back, I stiffened and held my breath, mouth wide open. I was about to come, right there on the mattress, amid a wrestle with another girl, and with a third one as spectator. I looked down, dizzy with lust, and there lay Tina, with big, steamy eyes and her tongue sliding over moist lips, staring up at me triumphantly. She raised her knees, dug her heels into the mat and bridged abruptly beneath me. This really made our swelling labia mash tightly together, and as in a trance, I felt ready for orgasm. The muscles tautened and worked on their own accord. But no! All of a sudden Tina's eyes turned desperate for a second - then they became hooded and helpless - and her mouth opened slowly as in a silent, ecstatic protest. The movement to bridge, the proud knowledge that she by skilfully resisting my attempted pin had forced me into the pre-orgasmic phase and was about to conquer me sexually, combined with the final clench of our dangerously stimulated pussies, had taken her over the edge, and in her eagerness to get me off - and on the very verge of doing so - she was now about to succumb to her own bodily lust. This made me regain some of my sexual control.

She let go of my butt, but kept her bridge, with her clit bristling through the singlet, straight against mine, and stretched both arms above her head while her body shook violently and rhythmically, and when I tightened my arms around her and tried to press down her bridge, she flung both arms around my head and pulled it down, so I couldn't see her face. Two wet, gasping lips fastened in passionate jerks against my bare neck, sucking in tune with her pussy's contractions against my mound. For a long time her shapely body twitched rhythmically beneath me, and the feeling was so strong that I almost joined her in the heavy orgasm she had, bridging - maybe just as much with joy than to avoid a pin - under my half-naked body. Then without warning, she sighed deeply and relaxed, allowing me to pin her convincingly. As I raised my head, she was lying there, staring up at me with big, soft eyes, and a content, dreamy smile on her lips. "I'll get you for this!", she whispered hoarsely. "Next time I'll have you! No audience, just the two of us - girl to girl in our bare skin, find out who's best!".

After the match I was about to explode with lust, so I sat down by a free table in the cafeteria with a cup of coffee. "Hi! May I sit down?". I looked up, and there she stood, the girl who had seen my sexual conquest, with a soda in one hand and the other on her hip, with her side turned halfway towards me, so I could really enjoy the sight.

She had one of the most beautiful bodies I had ever seen, with swelling upturned breasts, threatening to burst the tight T-shirt open, firm, shapely buttocks and strong, slender legs, and it struck me that her back which swayed lithely backwards, was as if made for bridging.

I have always had a weakness for Korean girls - the oblique eyes, the golden skin and the black hair - and for big, swelling breasts, preferably with erect nipples, and this fantastic creature had it all in abundance. Her jet black hair reached her waist, and as she smiled at me with her brown, sparkling eyes, I felt my cheeks burn, and just managed to nod.

"Congratulations! I'm Anne. You really had a fall on her. Was it good?". Slowly she sat down on the chair to my left, and I blushed further, but returned her smile. "Bridget. It's always nice to win a bout." Anne laughed. "Sure, but how often do you lay down a girl THAT thoroughly?". I swallowed. It was the first time I had lost control and seduced a girl at the club, but dared I tell her about Judy and Sussi, about how we regularly writhed together in each other's bed, naked and rubbed in oil - and with much juicier holds than wrestling holds on each other, until one of us was forced into orgasm while being held with both shoulder blades bolted to the matting?

Could I reveal to a total stranger that I found wrestling - the actual bodily combat - the ultimate turn on? That pinning a naked girl - eagerly bridging to resist - into a soft mattress and simultaneously taking her last defence - the sexual - for me was the total ecstasy, even when I was on the receiving end? That occasionally I couldn't help secretly lusting for an opponent's body, when we at the club lay half naked and sweaty, tightly locked together, and gasping with strain tried to supinate each other?

I looked at Anne appraisingly, let my tongue slide slowly over my upper lip, and then took the bull by the horns. "It happens, but I've never fought Tina before, and during the last 20 matches, no girl has been able to pin me. It would be rather exciting to meet one who can." Anne tilted her head slightly, slid her right hand slowly and admiringly over my muscular upper arm and further up to the spot where Tina's lips had sucked my neck. "She has given you full proof of defeat, but she didn't seem to mind!". She stared intensely into my eyes. "And neither would I. Are you really as strong as you look?". I laughed a little and tensed my biceps. "I work a lot with weights, so I'm in good shape." I eyed her swelling torso up and down and then looked her in the eyes. "And you seem to be too! You're a wrestler?".

Anne placed her hand on my knee, lowered her glance to my lips and quickly raised it again. It was rather innocent, but in my hot condition I found it sexy as hell, and I felt sure that she lusted as much as me for a friendly erotic contest between us. She shook her head lightly. "Bodybuilder - for three years - since I was 16." From the corner of my eye I saw Tina, standing in the door, staring at us with a curious, almost envious expression on her face.

Slowly Anne slid her hand up my thigh, and I gasped enraptured as her fingertips reached the leg line of my singlet. She stared intensely at me, but fortunately she kept her fingers still. Otherwise I might have thrown myself upon her right on the spot. "But I loved to watch you wrestle - all those tight, sensual muscle duels. You looked SO great when you really had her bridging under you!" She opened her legs slightly, her eyes playfully shining, as she deliberately showed me a wet spot on her jeans from what she had been doing while she contemplated me seducing Tina. "Do you think you could teach me to wrestle - like that?".

I swallowed again, knowing precisely what "like that" meant. COULD I teach her? But I decided to play it safe. "Sure! Your body is just perfect for wrestling. Come down here tomorrow, and I'll give you a lesson." With a quick movement she pressed her hand against my stomach, and - wow - with her finger tips pointing down. She laughed softly. "No, right now! Couldn't we do it right now?". Do it! My God! It sounded delightfully provocative. Millimetre by millimetre her fingers descended towards my weak spot, which was getting weaker and weaker for each second, so to stop it and avoid the threatening temptation, I placed my own hand on top of hers and grinned. "Okay then! But not here - we're closing in a minute. I have a spare key to one of my friends' apartment. We could have a go there, if you'd like?". Her eyes glinted while we got up. "Great!", she said and gave me a quick hug. Over her shoulder I saw Tina blow me a quick, teasing kiss, and knew that she was fully aware that Anne and I had bold plans with each other.

Sussi was the only girl I knew who used a real wrestling mattress as a bed, not the thin modern type with plastic surface, but an old, thick cotton type, and the huge mirrors which surrounded it had often reflected steamy pictures of her, Judy and me, wringing numerous violent combat orgasms from each other's tense bodies. She was away for the week, and I silently congratulated myself on my luck. Soon I would teach this super girl what I thought wrestling was really about.

When Anne saw the inspiring set-up at Sussi's, she stared at me as if paralysed. "Wow!", she breathed while she slowly walked to the 12 by 12 feet wrestling mattress. She sat down and ran her fingers softly over the deep red velveteen surface, then pushed her hand down as to test its yielding softness. "Wow!", she repeated, looked at all the mirrors and remained quiet for a while.

"This is just PERFECT." She got up, strolled towards me and put her hands on my shoulders. Only four inches from mine, her beautiful glistening eyes scrutinised my face, and once again she very sexily lowered her stare to my mouth. With a quick movement she unbuttoned the shorts I had put on over my singlet and drew the zipper down. "I can hardly wait to get at you!".

I placed a hand on each of her hips and grinned. "Hey, wait! I'd like to shower first. I feel rather raunchy." Her arms slid down and tightened slightly around my back. "No don't, please!", she gasped, smiled, as if a bit embarrassed at her outburst and flirtingly inclined her head sideways. "I think I like you raunchy - and the thought that you still have a mixture of yours and the other girl's combat sweat on your body might make me more apt."

She was a girl who could really express herself. "Okay, no shower then. Now get your jeans off, if you'll wrestle me in briefs and T-shirt. I'll just keep my singlet on." Again she tightened her hold on me and bumped her hips against mine. "It's not fair. Your singlet is far more scanty than my T-shirt. It could give me an advantage. Let's wrestle in our briefs only, okay?". I hugged her hips, nodded, and pushed her slightly away. "You're on, but I'll just have to fetch a pair. I'm always naked under my singlet. Look around in the meantime."

Quickly I went to the hall, stripped off the singlet, and in Sussi's wardrobe I found exactly what I needed. Her tightest, most minute pair of briefs - white - which contrasted well with my tanned skin. It was not much more than a string around my waist and between my legs, and it displayed my firm buttocks and the outline of my Venus mound and labia just as clearly, as if I had been naked - which I hoped to be as quickly as possible.

When I silently reentered the bedroom, Anne was lying topless on the mattress - bridging high - with her legs spread wide, head tilted back and her forehead against the mat, mouth open and eyes closed. Her left hand slowly kneaded two full, stiff nippled breasts, while the other was moving slightly up and down between her open thighs, rubbing against the narrow strand of her equally scanty briefs. Suddenly she spread her legs further, lifted her hips two inches more, slowly writhed her lower body in seductive circles, and then started to thrust it slightly upwards in a steady, jerky rhythm.

Quiet as a mouse I stood there for another half minute, with flushed cheeks, admiring her graceful pose and the distinct coital movements she jerked her beautiful body into. My eyes caressed the girl's lithe body and admired the vibrating, taut muscles dancing beneath the tanned skin of her thighs, arms, and shoulders, impatiently waiting to be cocooned in my tightest, most sensual wrestling holds.

Several times during wrestles I had felt my pussy moisten when I lay bridging like that with another girl clinging to me or vice versa. The mere thought made me slide a hand down my burning stomach, further down to wet, swollen labia. A joyful sigh pressed its way up through my throat, knowing that I was alone with a fully turned on, beautiful girl bodybuilder, who - almost in her bare skin - bridged while she played with herself and maybe fantasised about the lewd things we would be doing to each other before long. Then I couldn't help it. I glided a finger up the slit, found my clit and slowly rubbed the fingertip around it.

Anne was really getting hot, and I began to fear that she would fall too easy a prey. The intense, joyful expression on her face, combined with her deep, accelerating gasps made me start to think that she would surrender in floundering ecstasy the very first time I squeezed her against me, before I got a chance to tie her up in some of the more advanced petting holds I love to take on another girl.

"You look great when you bridge!". My voice sounded very loud in the quiet room. Quickly Anne pulled her fingers free, got up with a jerk, and stared at me - just 12 feet away, with her head askew. "How long have you been standing there? I didn't hear you at all." I smiled. "I didn't have the heart to disturb you. You looked as if you were far away." My cheeks burned while I stared admiringly at Anne and realised just how strongly I was sexually attracted to her. I could have eaten her as she stood there on the mat, challengingly sway backed and slender, slim around the waist and behind, but with firm, bursting breasts, and the hair like a waterfall pouring down her right shoulder. "So I was. I enjoyed the mattress. It is beautiful to bridge on - and it smells SO good. What is it?". Slowly I walked towards her while she hungrily stared at my bare torso. "It has absorbed a good deal of feminine combat sweat, but the smell is mainly caused by some girlfriends and me. We usually rub each other with almond oil before we tangle up."

Anne tossed the head and tilted it so that her hair swept down her back. Then she placed both hands on her buttocks, stretched, pulled her shoulders back, and stood with swayed back and her perfect breasts pointing right at me. "Oil wrestling! Wow! I'd love to try that." Instinctively I took the same posture, making her lower her gaze 10 inches. "You've got pretty boobs," she said, almost in a whisper, while we savoured the sight of each other.

Still staring at my chest, Anne slowly took a small step forward. Then she tilted her head again, smiled seductively, and looked at me with teasing eyes. I had an incredibly strong desire to feel Anne's naked torso pressed against mine, moved one foot a little forward, until only an inch separated our stiff nipples, and licked my lips slowly. "Yours aren't so bad either!".

Suddenly Anne stretched her torso a bit more and turned it slightly, causing her nipples to brush mine. We both jerked, and with a quick movement I chased them, so our breasts were pressed lightly together. Anne's lips parted, and her smile fainted. For a while we stood perfectly still, hungrily staring into each other's eyes, enjoying the nipple to nipple contact, while our breathing made four hemispheres heave and swell further. Anne moaned and her glazed eyes closed for a second. Then she stared hotly down at our agglutinated curves, smiled sexily at me with glowing face and her lower lip clenched between her teeth. "It feels nice, and it would be even better if we're covered with oil. Please?".

This time it was me who let my stiff nipples dance boldly over Anne's. She stared ferociously at my lips, and I sensed that she was about to kiss me. I felt sure that we were both so far gone that a kiss might make us curl up on the mat and take each other right there, so to prolong the delight, I quickly took a step backwards. "Okay. I'll get it."

A moment later we stood facing each other, covering our bodies with a heavy layer of oil, until we were slick as eels. I feasted my eyes on Anne. Her athletic body glistened perfectly. Each bulge and cleft was emphasised and every muscle and sinew stood out in relief under her tanned skin, almost dripping with oil. "What especially were you attracted to, when you watched the wrestling?", I asked her, just to see how she'd react. Anne let her gaze wander up and down my gleaming body, clearly admiring the sight, licked her lips as with anticipation, and smiled eagerly. "The fatal phase." Wistfully she ran the fingers gently up her stomach, slipped them over two glistening breasts, cupping them and feeling up the nipples. "I mean, two muscular, lithe girls testing each other bodily on a mattress, is in itself quite appealing, and what you did to each other's breasts looked rather interesting, but the final duel, when one really strains to press the other's shoulders to the mat while the bottom girl bridges and does her best to avoid it - THAT really got me going. Can I try to pin you?".

We both laid down - Anne to my left, with her arms clasped around my waist. She smiled eagerly at me. "Ready?". I smiled back at her, nodded, and we both tensed our muscles. I could feel the mat against my right shoulder, but with both hands under my hips, my back strongly swayed, and my head bent fully backwards, leaning against the mat, I could just keep the other one raised. Each time Anne pressed against me, I writhed my torso further up and during one of these writhings, I saw her stare down and lower her head slightly, causing her chin to rest right on top of my sensitive nipple.

For a while she lay like that, clinging to me, while we stared fixedly at each other. Gradually, almost imperceptibly, she tightened her hold on me and started to glide her chin back and forth over my breast. She was beautifully strong, something which always did wonders to my arousal. Desperate - though delighted - I strained my body, and with an excited gasp I felt my nipple stiffen totally against Anne's oil slick skin.

I writhed and shivered involuntarily while I returned her intense stare, knowing perfectly well that the shiver was caused not only by strain, but also by the violent feeling of unblushing lust that surged through me each time Anne's chin rubbed my erect nipple. I closed my eyes and concentrated on keeping my half bridge position, but opened them again as an uncontrolled jerk shook my entire body. Anne had moved her left arm down between my thighs and pressed it further in under my tensed behind, making the muscles of her upper arm coil directly against my pubic arch.

I slid my left hand under Anne and leaned the palm against the mat between her legs, and she jerked violently as I retaliated by pressing the back of my hand upwards against her mound. We both gasped, each with a discrete but efficient sex hold on the other. A wave of lust shot through me, when Anne rubbed her tense biceps firmly and temptingly against my convexing mound and labia. At the same time her oiled forearm, deeply wedged between my taut buttocks, rippled against my tail bone, causing my arousal to accelerate extremely quickly.

Each time Anne rubbed my nipple or let her arm play between my thighs, I used my hand. When she lay still, so did I, quaking from sexual excitement caused by our provocative mutual groping. Anne tightened each of her muscles to press me down and lay as transfixed, staring at me with dewed eyes - feverishly smiling - obviously enjoying our juicy duel immensely. She writhed against me and closed her eyes with joy, and when I moved my hand, she twitched involuntarily.

I could feel just how fast our arousal rose and knew that if we kept on lying like this much longer, one of us or both would soon have to orgasm. Anne didn't smile anymore. Her lips were moist and slightly parted, and her breathing quick and ragged, while she squashed my glistening, tense body.

Without warning she let her tongue play over my iron hard nipple and as she closed her lips tightly around it, my entire body began to shiver while a weak scream erupted from me. Was it really a beginner who did this to me? Seconds later she sucked wetly and rhythmically while her biceps massaged my pussy. I slowly began to go out of my mind with lust and only wanted her to slide a hand into my briefs and bring me off. The very thought made me unconsciously part my thighs further and arch my crotch more firmly up against Anne's arm.

It became more and more difficult to control the joyful waves that raced through my shaking body, from my clitoris and my nipple, tightly caught between two narrow, gliding female lips, and even though I concentrated fully to resist and lay quite still while Anne's mouth eagerly sucked me in and out, I could feel my breast about to come, which is just as exciting as when my pussy does.

Anne was controlling two of my most erogenous spots, and the preceding fully consummated seduction of Tina, followed by a heated flirt with another beauty, now eagerly working to lay me down and get me off, had made the entire evening one gigantic sexual foreplay for me, and I knew for certain that I would not be able to hold out as long as her. One of a skilful wrestler's main tasks is to escape dangerous situations as quickly and effectively as possible, but the intense, exciting position we lay in, revelling in muscles, oil, and sex, made it tempting just to enjoy. On the other hand, wouldn't it be too easy if I surrendered to uninhibited ecstasy the very first time this wanton creature had a sex hold on me?

Suddenly, with a strange mixture of disappointment and relief, I felt Anne pull her left forearm free from under my buttocks. The mixture quickly changed to that of rapture and desperation as I felt her hand creep down my stomach, edge under the taut line of my briefs and teasingly slide over the moist, slippery cleft of my hairless womanhood. She was really going for the kill. Expertly two fingers parted my labia and began to stroke my erect, throbbing clit, while her eager mouth went berserk on my rock hard nipple, sucking and biting it lightly, and I knew that it was now a question of seconds before she would have me completely.

Quickly I lifted my knees, thrust up my hips and bridged the best I could, causing Anne to lose both the almost fatal petting holds she had had on me. Instead she got up on her knees and flung her arms around my arched torso. I gripped her the same way, and using all my strength, I slowly drew her over me and down on her back. Before I could mount her she bridged, so I squatted at her head and pressed my breasts against her.

Gradually I slid forward without releasing the pressure on the slick girlish body, until my arms tightened like ropes around her highly raised hips, totally bared by the scanty briefs. Her pubic mound swelled up as a firm, steep bulge beneath the narrow front piece, as if keenly bridging itself between two muscular, widely spread thighs.

Lightly I leaned my chin against the upper part of the tempting arch and guessed that Anne's clit was only half an inch away. Dazed with joy I heard her whimper weakly and felt two oily hands slide down my back, creep under the edge of my briefs, gripping my taut buttocks, while she heightened her bridge. The manoeuvre made the thin cotton string arching like a bow over the provocative swell of her pubic mound become even more narrow.

We had been at each other for only fifteen minutes, and already we had almost worked ourselves into a real 69 position. This is one of my pet postures with another girl - and especially with one who can really bridge - beautiful for sex, favourable for wrestling and ideal for sex wrestling. Eagerly I pressed my chin more firmly down and slid it forward to where I thought my goal was positioned. Anne shivered and gasped loudly and the hot palms of her hands kneaded my buttocks while I felt a hardness beneath my chin. I had been right about her clit which had erected its way out from between her labia.

With a spirited twitch Anne pressed her groin an inch further up and that was more than her briefs could cope with. The front piece, wet with sweat, oil and arousal suddenly transformed into a thin string, and a wet, gleaming sex lip swelled out on each side. I moaned with lust - she was hairless like me. Anne let go of my behind and desperately slid her hands up and down my slick back to get a grip on me while she gasped faster, more heavily. Anxiously I stared down for her clit, but it must have been right under the string.

Anne moved her arms down my back and grasped my hips. Then she pulled me closer, until I suddenly realised her intention. Again her hands cupped my buttocks and she writhed in the bridge, making two hot cheeks slide fully in between my thighs. I squeezed the glistening girlish body, but Anne didn't budge an inch, just lay perfectly still in my tight hold while I admired her splendid bridge technique.

I shivered violently with lust and closed my eyes in ecstasy because the movement made my pussy rest hard onto her chin. Anne began to rock back and forth in the bridge, causing her chin to slide up and down the front piece of my briefs. My arousal was about to get the better of me, and I couldn't help shuddering and shivering while I clearly felt my clit stiffen totally against Anne's supple movements.

Dizzy with lust I turned my head and pressed my cheek against Anne's bared labia, so it felt like a wet, warm kiss. Suddenly she jerked as in convulsion and a passionate, desperate scream escaped her. I lifted my head as I felt like a jerk against the cheek and hungrily stared down at Anne's bristling clit which had found its freedom. She really was my kind of girl. Big! Almost an inch of steely, throbbing female erection greeted my admiring glance. Of course I could have licked her silly there and then, but that was for later.

Quickly I caught her ankles and pulled, causing her bridge to collapse. With a gasp Anne leaned on her knees, and her shoulders shivered beneath my hips only an inch above the matting. Simultaneously I felt hot, jerky breaths directly against my pussy, and I knew that Anne was now lying with her lips pressed against mine, separated only by Sussi's thin briefs.

I twitched uncontrolled as a bold, stiff female tongue pressed the briefs slightly up the slit between my labia, and as it found my clit, I was for the first time happy not to be nude. Without briefs, the tongue and lips which had almost given me a breast orgasm would have free access to my pussy, and I would have come instantaneously. Desperate, I tried to lift my butt, but Anne tightened her hold and began to thrust her tongue into me in a slow, intoxicating rhythm while her hands kneaded my taut buttocks. It was dangerously nice to have a writhing tongue in my pussy while being groped on my bottom, and I felt an erotic surge in my stomach as I lay on the wrestling mat, in hot 69 duel with an almost naked, oil glistening girl, shivering in the bold grip.

My hips began to buck involuntarily, and as I felt Anne's shoulders beneath them, I pressed downwards as strongly as I could. Two muscular shoulders gradually immersed into the softness of the mattress until Anne relaxed in surrender. We lay like that for a while, gasping to recuperate. Then I rolled off her and laid down on my stomach beside Anne with my right leg between her widely spread thighs and my right hand on her heaving midriff. I leaned my head on my left hand and stared smilingly down into her glowing girlish face.

"You've really got spunk - and a great bridge technique. You've tried it before, haven't you?". Anne returned my smile, nodded and let her right hand slide down my back. Then she placed her left hand on top of mine on her stomach. "Oh yes! I love to bridge - always do when I .. er .. play. It's such an exciting posture. Normally, I can bridge for much longer - even with someone on top of me, but YOUR briefs saved you, while MINE were killing me!". With a sexy glance she slowly pushed my hand downwards, until I felt the edge of her briefs against my little finger. "Feel for yourself!".

This was being almost TOO good! Here I lay half on top of an as good as naked girl who urged me to grope her between her thighs! Anne stiffened as I willingly slid the hand under the cotton and slowly let two fingers glide down each side of the arch of the slick sex, causing the briefs' tight string to rise. When I reached the bottom, I placed my index finger in the wet crack and carefully slid it upwards, until I felt her still bristling clit strain under my finger.

Anne shivered and emitted a short, aroused sigh as I kept my finger's light pressure on her most sensitive spot. Submissively she stretched both arms above her head and spread her legs further. Her hooded eyes closed and she gasped vaguely. "Uh! Quite ... a persuasive ... wrestling hold ... you've got on me!". Then she held her breath and swayed her back a little, making her groin press harder against me. At the same time the movement made her glistening breasts bristle invitingly even further upwards with iron hard nipples. The temptation was too big, and I couldn't help but lower my mouth to her right breast and close my parted lips around the swelling hardness.

Anne twitched. "Wow! You're quite good at girls!", she gasped between clenched teeth. "I knew you would be nice to wrestle. Is that the kind of nice holds you and your friends take on each other?". I slowly nodded, gliding my finger back and forth between Anne's thighs and kneaded the nipple with my lips which made it difficult for her to lie still. As if to avoid an instant consummation, she suddenly put a hand on my brow and pushed my mouth away from her chest. She opened her eyes, put her head to one side, and smiled sexily at me. "Now we're even - and it's much better to have your finger there, than my briefs." Her voice was hoarse with arousal and her eyes shone. After what we had done to each other so far, I was dying to show Anne the true nature of nude wrestling, and I felt sure that she would soon be floundering in orgasm under my naked body. Nothing would give me more joy than to bolt her shoulders to the mat and conquer her in sexual combat - or to surrender in distracted ecstasy. Softly I pressed my lips against her sweaty cheek and stared her right into the eyes.

"Then let's strip! I kind of like your wrestling style, using all of your body - and mine. Let's have it out in the nude - really go body to body!". I felt a strong urge to rip her briefs off, throw myself between her thighs in a regular missionary position - and press my lips against hers in an inflaming, long sustained French kiss. I imagined us kissing and biting each other while wrestling, with writhing tongues deep in each other's mouth, and the thought was so exciting that I was just about to lean forward and convert it into action when Anne softly but insistently took my hand and pulled it away from her pussy.

"Yes! Get some real holds on each other! And I'll bet that you can't take me when we're naked." "What's the prize?", I asked teasingly. Anne looked disappointed when I got up on my knees, but smiled amorously as I started to pull off her briefs. "A kiss on the cheek!". A second later she lay fully outstretched on the wrestling mattress, stark naked and glossy with oil, delicious to look at with her legs invitingly parted and the hips slightly lifted, causing her slick, shining mound to arch temptingly up against me. "Or precisely where you want it!". Quickly I denuded myself and laid down with my right leg between Anne's. I pressed my hands under her back until I had the nude girl in a perfect body press with my arms tightly around her upper body under the armpits and a hand on each shoulder.

She just lay passively - vaguely smiling - letting me bury her coiling muscles under my naked body. When I had her precisely as I wanted, I rested my chin on hers and returned her smile. "Okay, I'll have it on my forehead." Sulkily she put out her tongue and then wriggled a little as in protest. "Hey, wait a sec! Lift your left leg." As I did it, Anne spread her legs and twined them tightly around mine. "That's better. I want you exactly as you had Tina!". I gave her a quick hug. "Now let me see you get out of this!". Anne knotted her arms around my back and clung to me. "I'm not sure if I can escape, but you can't pin me! Ready?".

I nodded and Anne's smile vanished. Eagerly she stretched her neck backwards, pressed her behind into the mattress, swayed her back so that her shoulders were lifted from the mat, and resisted my pressure with her legs tight around mine. The posture made her oil glistening breasts stretch up against mine, and as she tried to free herself by writhing her upper body, I squeezed tighter until she again lay motionless under me with clenched teeth.

Quite purposely I had positioned myself so I wasn't precisely on top of Anne but lay slightly down her body. This gave me an advantage. I could slide my lower stomach and upper pubis against Anne's mound or obtain full pussy contact when I wanted it, while Anne couldn't get at mine. I tested the technique, and Anne groaned with joy as my slick mound firmly plowed its way up between her open labia.

Ecstatically I slid my hands up her neck and closed them around two glowing cheeks. Anne's eyes shone with lust and quickly she placed a hand on the back of my head while she stared hotly at me with wet, inviting lips. I repeated the procedure, but this time I sucked my open slit around Anne's orifice and started to tauten my sex muscles rhythmically, as if I wanted to suck all resistance out of her. She immediately retaliated and just lay there in my sex press, quite still, on two taut buttocks, with her neck bend, almost as stiffened, except when our pussies contracted around each other - then she jerked violently.

For a long time we lay like that, in a close entanglement on the huge, soft bed. Two naked, oil gleaming girls, fused in an arousing test of strength and sexual stamina, almost motionless with taut muscles, legs tightly intertwined like copulating constrictors, staring challengingly into each other's excited eyes.

Every sinew in Anne's golden, muscular body was tightened to the breaking point beneath the glossy skin as I clasped her strongly, pressed my shoulders against hers and churned my upper body against the strong, naked girl. Anne's firm breasts were fully buried under my swelling hemispheres, slick with a mixture of oil and passionate sweat, and two moist girlish lips gasped arousingly an inch below my open mouth, especially when I really hugged her. All this time she kept her shoulders off the mattress.

Gradually we accelerated the speed of our pussies' mutual contractions, and quite hot from the combination of sex and wrestling, I began to think that I had underestimated the girl's self control. That this wasn't the first time her pussy was bearhugged by another girl's. Each lewd attack I made drained my sexual resources dangerously, so to regain control I withdrew from the petting hold and concentrated on the wrestling part.

"Getting carried away, huh? Stronger and more supple than you thought?", Anne gasped, smiling teasingly. I returned her intense, challenging stare, savoured the dewed, dark eyes eagerly exploring mine, took a deep breath, held it, and gradually increased the pressure on Anne's naked breasts. "You're quite good at it," I moaned, "But don't worry. I'll have you when you're down on both shoulders!". She wriggled keenly, let go of my head, and placed both hands under her flanks and leaned her elbows on the mat. "No, you can't pin me, and I'll have you first!". Again and again she tautened against me and pushed her hips upwards to reach my pussy and continue the tempting sex hold, while I pressed against her without being able to subdue the upwards pressure from the recalcitrant girlish body.

For a few seconds I relaxed slightly to prepare the next attack, and Anne quickly took advantage of it. Squirming like a snake, she flung her arms around me again, turned me over onto my side, and tried to get on top of me, but I dug my heels and neck in the mat, and kept the position. Thus we lay, both half on our sides and half bridging, with our breasts tightly merged. I could feel Anne's hot breath on my neck and writhed so our nipples flicked again, while Anne stretched her body in a bow and clasped me tightly, as we lay cheek to cheek, heavily breathing, which caused our breasts to undulate in wet and willing contact.

I turned my head slightly and a sweaty cheek brushed my lips while I strained my body like a steel spring to get on top of Anne. Simultaneously she too turned her face, so our mouths met, wet and open. She had beautiful eyes, wide and steamy, and blinked a few times, but neither of us disengaged, so we lay there, tense, each with the other's gasping lips lightly pressed against our own, without kissing for real. It felt heavenly, and I couldn't help but turning my head slightly from side to side, causing my wet lips to rub against Anne's. For half a second our mouths parted. Then they met again with a deep, lustful gasp, and suddenly we lay there wrestling, each with her writhing tongue deeply buried in the other's mouth.

This was the right time so with a jerk I forced Anne down on her back and slid atop her between two widely spread thighs. Immediately she re-arched her torso and stared at me, feverishly smiling. "I almost made it!", she whispered hoarsely. "Wow! I love this! This is REAL wrestling! Kiss me again, then I'll take you!".

Slowly I bent my head and pressed my parted lips against Anne's which were soft and yielding, and her tongue boldly insinuated itself into my mouth in a long, provocative tongue kiss. I lay quite still while she tightened her hold on me causing her breasts to slide firmly against mine, slick with sweat and oil. For a while we lay like that, kissing each other on the mouth. She used her tongue skilfully, under and around my lips and under my tongue, and she licked me outside the lips, and again her strong tongue slid in between my eager lips, making me remember how nice it had been when it was my pussy it pressed into.

It was obvious that Anne too enjoyed our physical and sexual duel. Her breathing became gaspy and impatient, and suddenly she turned her head, making our lips part. She released her hold on me, flung both arms above her head and laid down flat on her back before she thrust up her hips with a jerk and bridged on toes and hands.

Her bridge was so high that she lifted me totally, until I knelt between two open thighs. Quickly I flung my arms around her hips, cupping a tense buttock with each hand. Dizzy with lust I felt a dripping, swelling pussy glide up my oil glistening stomach like a suction cup, and when I looked down, I could once more enjoy the sight between Anne's parted labia. Her clit strained up against the skin of my stomach. I leaned forward, pressing Anne down on her head, then I forced my hips against the open thighs, and - quite right - she counter thrust to avoid being supinated.

Three times I thrust, each time a little harder, and three times Anne countered with increasing strength. At the fourth jolt I stopped before my hips made contact and Anne - expecting the thrust - pressed eagerly, and was quite unprepared when I instead pulled her closer to me. With a joyful "Bitch! You trapped me!", she fell down on her knees with the feet under her bottom while I slid atop her.

Jerkily I twisted forward to exercise pressure on Anne with the total weight of my body and inch by inch I conquered the naked curved girl, but she succeeded in raising her hips, leaning on her knees and the back of her head. Never before had I seen a girl who could bridge like that with someone atop her, and it didn't look easy. First she flung her arms around me with a quiet "I can DO it!". Then she stretched them above her head as if to strengthen her back. It didn't work either, so finally she put a hand under each hip and supported her elbows against the mat.

For a moment I just clung to her without moving, with my chin supported between two full breasts sweatily bristling up from the strongly arched torso, with nipples so erect, as if they were about to explode with lust. At once I wanted to feel them strain against my tongue, between my lips, as they firmly closed around them. I leaned slightly to the left, licked a slow circle around the nipple with my tongue, and then did the same to the other breast. Anne emitted a weak, ecstatic scream, as I closed my lips tightly around the nipple and began to suck it rhythmically in and out. It was too early to make her come, so I was a little more cautious with the left nipple.

Then I gripped her upper arms just below her shoulders, from underneath, and pulled her closer, while I gradually slid further up. She sucked in air, and then held her breath as my shoulders firmly slid up over the raised nipples, and she bent her neck further backwards to resist my pressure. Slowly I let my chin glide up Anne's sweaty neck, until it rested against hers. Jerkily I writhed forward and pressed my shoulders down on Anne's, while I clung to her on the mattress.

She stared me right in the eyes while I slid both hands under her armpits in a firm grip and really squashed her down into the soft mattress. Breathing hard she looked up into my face with a beautiful expression of pure lust in her glazed eyes. "Yes, yes, do it! Crush me all you want. You won't get me. I'm not pinned yet!". Judy, Sussi, and I had spent several intense and extremely joyful hours atop and underneath each other, training to effectuate and resist a body press, but this super-girl really had muscles and stamina. Repeatedly I tightened my grip around her, hugging her taut glistening torso with all my strength, without being able to pin her.

I looked down and saw a drop of sweat running down between our agglutinated, oil glistening globes. We were bathing in each other's passionate combat sweat. I began to writhe in slow, circular movements, causing four tanned breasts to glide over and between each other, and eagerly stared down into Anne's dewed eyes. She moaned, desperate with lust, while she feverishly writhed in the same way. Heated by the action, I felt my breasts swell while kneading Anne's firm, bristling curves. Suddenly our stiff nipples collided, and we both jerked. I hugged the coiling muscles in the position that could arouse anybody, but especially those who enjoy lying between a naked, willing girl's thighs, revelling in hot, intense combat sex.

Anne's lips parted invitingly, her eyes shining with lust, and pulled my head down so our lips met again. I kissed her as deeply, writhingly and greedily as I could, and she responded just as eagerly. Her tongue felt like a lewd eel in my mouth, craving and lusting for my lewd retaliation.

We both twitched as Anne suddenly extricated her legs and twined them around my own, making the hollows of our knees merge. She pressed up her hips, and the shock made my head jerk back. A stream of warmth made my body quiver as our open sex lips met in a tight kiss. Like a suction cup my pussy enveloped Anne's, and once more I pressed my mouth against hers and kissed her passionately. In a jerk four pairs of lips locked together, as if we wanted to absorb each other with sex and mouth.

I gleefully contemplated Anne's eyes grow wild and felt her slowly beginning to slide her slick pussy up and down my own. Her hips undulated gently in our sweaty coital position, and it dawned on me just how great advantage her swelling Venus mound gave her. It was simply fantastically exciting to lie riding on its bulge, and her lithe movements made it glide deliciously up and down my clit. I rapidly tried to lift my bottom to escape the dangerous treatment, but Anne immediately strained up her crotch, and tightening her legs around me she again pulled my sex down on hers.

This time I couldn't avoid full pussy contact, so I decided to attack her in the most effective way I knew, moving my lower body in circles to get a real sex hold on her. Searchingly my wet lips glided over hers, opened them further and just sensed her beautifully extended clit, before she moved it with a jerk. Quickly I followed her movement and began to thrust my pussy downwards rhythmically.

Each thrust made us both gasp and wriggle. I could feel the resilient tautness of Anne's arched pussy against mine, open and wet, and between two pairs of hot lips, two hardnesses grew even harder and reached further and further out for each other. Then Anne's clit slid against mine, stiff as a nail, and I jerked uncontrollably and strained to lock my labia around it while Anne gasped intensely into my mouth and writhed provocatively to prevent me from completing the most effective orgasm grip one girl can take on another.

I knew that if I didn't exercise all my restraint, Anne could get me off quite easily. At the same time I was sure that she was just as close to ecstasy and that I would be able to press her shoulders to the mat or make her come before I gave in myself.

I ground my pussy down, and suddenly she slid into me with a small, excited scream. She shivered violently and arched her upper body further as my pussy enveloped her lewdly bristling erection. Eagerly I pressed down my pussy and squeezed it rhythmically around Anne, so each thrust introduced her further into my tight slit.

It was incredibly arousing to lie with Anne half bridging under me, naked and oil glistening, impaled by her tongue and penetrated by her impressive clit, stiff as a poker with excitement, which made it easy to maintain the orgasm hold, but it was a definite shock to feel it press hard against me, and my sex got a massage that was close to the limits of my control.

Anne stopped breathing for a moment, tautened and drew in breath greedily. I realised just how desperately I too needed a pause, stopped my sensual writhings and lay still 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, both motionless except for coiling muscles, cautiously kissing, both silently struggling to hold back our impending orgasms, staring at each other with dewed eyes in an intense battle of will power.

Our mutual matching of sexual assets, wrestling techniques and restraint had led us to a mandatory stalemate as the fatally tight double petting hold we had tied each other up in was unbreakable. Our merged lips parted, as I lifted my head and stared provocatively into the eyes of my naked victim, as if trying to hypnotise her into orgasm, but Anne just clenched her teeth tensely, smiling as if in pain, and returned the stare without flinching, the hot look of challenge in her wide eyes inviting me to continue the lewd duel.

Temporarily I rested my chin on Anne's. We drank each other in appraisingly, trying to interpret the defiant look in the other's glazed eyes, wide open, checking reflexes and watching for any clue to potential weaknesses, evaluating who would benefit most from an attack. "Come on!", she dared, "You've almost got me!". To emphasise my bodily mastery I very slowly slid my chin down along Anne's and further down. Turning my head slightly I opened my mouth and with a jerk sank my teeth onto the bare throat, biting it lightly but firmly. This death bite - the feeling of being engulfed by a predator - used to have a most dramatic effect on both Judy, Sussi, and myself, and judging from Anne's violent sighing and shivering, she was no exception. Letting my parted teeth scrape softly up her throat, I jerkily bit her again, this time taking in her entire chin, clenching her lower and my upper teeth, my lower teeth well above her Adam's apple.

This biting game really got her going. Joyfully simulating to free her chin, Anne turned and twisted her head while she sank her upper teeth into my upper lip. What she really signalled, was a lewd desire to be bitten even harder, so that we did, until it almost hurt.

Then I decided to take her! I raised my head and tightened my pussy around Anne. She swayed her back and opened her mouth in a silent scream of joyful protest. I repeated the procedure and suddenly her taut body began to shiver as she stiffened beneath me. Then I felt her raise her legs which had been twined around mine, enabling her to put her feet in the mat. Anne's erect clit was excited to bursting by our hot wrestle, and my pussy's tight grip around it was more than it could take.

She hugged me hard and gasped louder and louder. With a scream her hands tightened convulsively around my buttocks and pulled me firmly down against her. Then came the spasms, and when the first orgasm hit her, she lifted her hips - and me - high above the mattress. She came and came with her hands clasping my behind, with my hands under her buttocks and her entire body except the head and feet raised over the mat in a high, quivering bridge, jerking and gasping, while the strongest, longest series of orgasms I had ever experienced in another girl shot through her.

It is almost impossible to prevent a strong girl who enjoys bridging from doing it, when she is brought off in the underneath position, and Anne had been right. She really had a strong bridge. I began to thrust harder to press her down. In lewd jerks our naked, oil glistening bodies slid over the mattress, Anne bridging high, our legs widely spread, the arms tightly around one another. I squeezed her clit and she pressed it further into my receptive mound while I proceeded to work her quaking body with lustful thrusts from my groin and passionate writhings from my hips.

I knew that I had to possess her fully, pin her conclusively while she was climaxing. Maybe she just as strongly wanted to prove that she could keep her shoulders off the mat, even amid orgasm, so she just lay there, bridging under me, with her throbbing erection deeply buried in my slick, tight slit, coming again and again, staring at me starry eyed, and keeping her shoulders raised.

Even the most experienced sex wrestler becomes thoroughly aroused by squeezing a partner through writhing ecstasy, but additionally I have a special weakness for girls who can really bridge while orgasming, and suddenly, without warning - so intense was my arousal after our senseless, prolonged playing with each other - I came violently on top of the arched girlish body. As it happened, Anne laid down flat on her back, her hips thrust up and unresistingly I felt her reverse our positions.

Before I knew it, I was pinned to the mattress flat on my back - totally encased by oil gleaming female muscles, with Anne's upper arms tight as ropes around my armpits, my legs in a firm grip between hers. Eyeball to eyeball we lay for a while, Anne obviously prepared to counter any attack from me, and in a tense second or two we both realised that I didn't have a chance to escape.

The fall itself, the feeling of lying defeated and nailed to the mattress by a nude, muscular girl body, triggered me again, and the strength of the orgasm made me gasp loudly. I twisted and turned between Anne's thighs, and she gripped me tighter and tighter, until she with a deep moan slid her hands under my butt, clasping a buttock in each and pressed her body against me so her clit once more penetrated me. Anne moaned with joy, and as she covered my mouth with hers, a new series of orgasms racked her. Our entwined bodies jerked convulsively in a long, violent mutual orgasm, until the spasms gradually ceased, and we lay still, clinging to each other, sweaty and sticky with oil.

Anne lay staring down at me with wide soft eyes and a content, dreamy smile on her lips. "Give up?", she said quietly, her voice still shivering slightly. I just nodded and felt like using her favourite expression. "Wow! It has been QUITE a while since a girl has pinned me SO totally." She smiled teasingly. "I'm always on top or bridging when I come. But I've had two skilled teachers and they both wriggled underneath me like you just did. Judy and Sussi! They thought that we could give each other a good time."

I laughed silently. "Clever girls! And I liked it so much that I want revenge right now. Until now no girl has been able to pin me in a 69-duel, k?". Anne kissed me briefly and nodded eagerly. She smiled slyly, rolled off me and turned around so we were end to end, her face above mine. "Bet I can pin you before you have me. This time you have no briefs to save you, you know!". Provocatively I raised my hips, returned her smile, and boldly licked my lips. "True, but this time you'll surrender to these, pinned to the mat!". Slowly Anne slid atop my body while I bridged fully, and after a while we were completely wrapped up in each other, vivid hands grasping hard, quaking buttocks and gasping mouths moulding into glistening groins.

[Love & thanks to Dear Dani for beautifully hot & intense linguistic "wrestles"! :-)]