My name is Pete. My girlfriend, Melissa, is a sex machine as many of you will already know by now. As a natural blonde, you would think that as a fighter she would be a bust, but she is one of the toughest babes for her size that I have ever seen. At 5’ 6” 125 pounds, I would put her up against any other woman of her size. She has skill, muscles, and real desire to compete.
The only blemish on her record since I have known her is the whipping she took at the hands of Ayn, the 5’ 2” 125 pound brunette power house as written about in ‘The Dream Conflict’. That loss has always bugged Melissa, and she stated many times how she would like to wrestle Ayn again.
Ombar and Ayn had moved to Georgia, but we kept in contact regularly. Ombar had refinished his basement in their home and had incorporated a large matted area to accommodate his wife’s desires as so eloquently written about under pen name ‘Ombar’ else where at this site.
Melissa and I had decided to drive to Florida on a vacation. When Ombar learned of this, he invited us to stop in. Their home was only a short detour from our route, so we eagerly accepted. Actually, I would have driven around the world for this meeting. All four of us where looking forward to breaking in that new mat in the basement.
Melissa started training harder. I had taught her some great submission holds and maneuvers to use on her opponent. She knew Ayn was strong and agile, but thought she could beat her with her new found skills.
Finally, the time came to make our way south. We stayed in a motel the first night and the next morning set out to find Ombar and Ayn. The map they had sent us was excellent, and by mid afternoon we arrived. It was a bright, sunny Saturday. Their home was a lovely suburban bungalow on a quiet crescent.
Ombar and Ayn invited us in to their living room. The refreshments where more than welcome. We sat around and chatted. Ayn was exactly as I remembered her. Her hair was a little more curly, probably due to the heat. She was dressed in a white, sleeveless blouse and blue jeans. The blouse certainly showed off her biceps. I’m sure she was trying to intimidate Melissa. Those tight blue jeans certainly caught my eyes. She was a beautiful, sexy-looking woman.
Melissa was dressed in a very short flowered sun dress that barely covered her ass, and the braless look showed a great looking chest. I know she was trying to impress Ayn. I know I was impressed and Ombar was having difficultly not staring at those long perfect legs. I was loving every minute. Ombar and I where starting to bulge in our pants at the prospect of these two babes tangling one more time. The women where not that friendly towards each other. I think they where both a little intimidated at what was about to take place.
We all wandered down to the basement. What a fantastic setup. The room was 18’ by 22’. It was dry walled, painted white and had a white tiled ceiling. There where no windows but the room was light brightly by ceiling pot lights. There where three 6X12 thick mats laid down that went wall to wall. A comfortable sofa was at one end.
The four of us discussed the rules. We all agreed on no punching, biting, scratching or eye gouging. Everything else was ok. We decided on the most falls to win or until one of the girls submitted the whole match. Melissa wanted to wrestle nude but Ayn wanted panties only so we went with that option.
“Ok, ladies, shed those clothes and let’s get ready to rumble. Pete and I want to see some action.” ordered Ombar.
Melissa was ready in no time. She was already in bare feet and being braless, only had to slip off her dress. She threw the garment over the arm of the sofa and stepped onto the mat in only a pair of white thong panties. I thought Ombar was going to swallow his tongue at the sight of the blonde’s naked beauty; her full, proud, firm breasts with pointing pink nipples; her flat stomach and flaring hips; and her long shapely legs. She would make anybody gasp.
Ayn had only got her blouse unbuttoned.
“You must be in a hurry to get your butt kicked.” said Ayn, signaling Melissa to stop while she undressed.
“We’ll see.” smiled Melissa, confidently.
Melissa came over to me. I had a tremendous bulge in my pants and nothing had happened yet. She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a wet French kiss.
“Warm me up a little, sweety, while we wait for my opponent to get ready for her beating.” Melissa looked right at Ayn and smiled. I hugged my girl friend and caressed her smooth silky skin. She was hot already and ready to fight.
I was watching Ayn strip the best I could. I was being distracted. She had finally shed her blouse and jeans and had unhooked her bra, throwing the garments on the end of the sofa as well. The brunette was left with a pair of white thong panties as well. She was 42 years old with a body a 25 year old woman would be proud of. Her breasts where not as full as Melissa’s and they didn’t sag at all. Her nipples where long and round and pointed. She, too, looked hot and ready to fight. She looked even stronger than the last time I saw her. Her muscles rippled across her back. She had a six pack abdomen and muscular biceps. Now I was getting concerned. Maybe there was another beating coming up for my beautiful blonde girl friend.
Melissa didn’t seem too concerned. At least she didn’t show it as she stepped onto the mat to face the shorter brunette. The two fine looking women circled each other slowly and carefully; each respecting the others’ abilities and watching each other carefully. They slowly came closer together and finally locked hands in a test of strength. I questioned Melissa’s wisdom in this move, knowing the strength of her opponent’s upper body.
Neither fighter seemed to be gaining an advantage as they struggled. Every now and then their chests would touch, sending shivers up and down everybodys’ back. It was a marvelous sight watching these two gorgeous babes struggle for supremacy on the mat.
I was rather surprised but it seemed that Melissa was using her height to advantage and winning the test of strength. Slowly, but surely, the blonde forced the brunette back and finally had her spread-eagled up against the wall. Melissa held her opponent tightly against the wall.
“You have lost a little bit.” teased Melissa.
That was the wrong thing to say. Ayn renewed her struggle and brought her knee up into Melissa’s gut. The move surprised the blonde and now Ayn had Melissa pinned up against the wall. The blonde then found herself flying threw the air. The brunette had suddenly layed back on the floor, pulling the blonde with her. She jammed her feet in Melissa’s mid-drift and monkey-flipped the blonde into the middle of the mat.
Melissa landed on her back with a loud ‘whack’. Ayn held onto her hands and in one continuous motion, summer-salted into a school girl pin on top of the surprised blonde. Ayn seized control of Melissa’s wrists and pinned her arms tight to the mat above her head. Ayn was in control with a high school girl pin. Melissa’s breasts shimmered behind her foe’s beautiful butt as she kicked and bucked wildly in a effort to escape.
The blonde was making the brunette work to maintain the hold. Melissa tried to hook her opponent under the arms with her legs and pull her off. Ayn resisted but finally reached back and hooked Melissa’s searching legs. The brunette tried to secure a match-book, but the blonde’s legs where too strong. Ayn was pulled back off her perch. In one motion, the brunette was forced onto her back and then rolled over onto her stomach by the blonde.
Melissa ended up sitting backwards on her opponent’s back. Before Ayn could get her bearings, the blonde positioned her opponent’s legs and, turning sideways, she locked in an Indian death lock. Melissa reached up and secured a handful of brunette hair and pulled. The pressure on Ayn’s legs was incredible as her head was yanked back by the hair. It was a hold I had taught Melissa and she had it applied perfectly. I didn’t know of any way out and neither did Ayn as she quickly submitted.
Melissa released her opponent and came over to me. I gave her another big French kiss and a hug. She was hot and sweaty but I loved it. Ayn was on her side massaging her knee. She finally struggled to her feet and walked gingerly to the centre of the mat, ready to resume the match.
“Come on. Let’s go.” She ordered.
“Want some more?” asked Melissa. “Want to quit?”
“Fuck off!” warned Ayn.
Melissa approached her opponent confidently; too confidently. As they approached, Ayn ducked behind Melissa and grabbed her around the waist in a bear hug. Using her strong arms to advantage, the brunette picked the blonde up and threw her like a rag doll onto the mat on her stomach. Ayn threw herself on top of her opponent’s back, pinning Melissa to the mat. Ayn locked her arm around Melissa’s neck and squeezed. The blonde managed to push her way over and ended up sitting between Ayn’s legs. The air was being crushed from her body as the brunette locked her ankles and squeezed her mid section on the lower section of the blonde’s rib cage. Melissa winced in pain as Ayn cupped her chin and pulled her head in between her ample breasts with her powerful arms. I could see her massive biceps bulge as she applied the pressure.
Melissa tried to pull the hands away from her chin. Failing miserably, she searched for anything to make Ayn release the hold on her head. As she reached up for Ayn’s hair, the grip on her neck was released but now Ayn had control of both arms above her head. Melissa’s pink, erect nipples pointed out and up. They seemed to be calling for someone to tease and caress them. The brunette rolled the blonde over onto her stomach again. Releasing the body scissors, Ayn straddled Melissa’s back and locked on a tight full nelson. Ayn tightened the hold making Melissa wince. Both women where sweating profusely. Ayn was in complete control but unable to make the blonde quit. I’m sure Melissa could feel her opponent’s hard nipples on her back as she was pinned down. The blonde paddled her legs in frustration and discomfort as the brunette poured on the pressure.
It seemed to be Ayn that got more fatigued by the hold. Suddenly, she released Melissa and, sitting up, grabbed two handfuls of hair and pulled the blonde’s torso up off the mat. Melissa yelped at the new torture. It felt like her hair was being yanked out by the frustrated brunette. I could see what Ayn was setting up and wanted to warn my girl but it was too late. Melissa was now clamped in a camel clutch. Both girls where really sweating now as the blonde’s neck and back where bent. Melissa’s giant breasts where not touching the mat. A final mighty effort that caused Ayn’s upper body muscles to all ripple made the blonde yelp in agony.
“I GIVE!!! I GIVE!!” cried Melissa.
Ayn released the hold and Melissa slumped to the mat in relief. The brunette slowly and reluctantly got to her feet and went over to Ombar. He stood up and hugged and kissed the winning warrior.
“That’s more like my girl” encouraged Ombar.
Melissa finally struggled to her feet and was standing in the middle of the mat, still stretching her neck. Ombar patted his woman on her cute butt as Ayn returned to the mat confidently; too confidently as it turned out. Ayn thought Melissa was vulnerable now but some of the blonde’s actions where an act. As the brunette approached her opponent, Melissa backed away, seemingly buying time. But when the girls finally where about to lock arms, Melissa ducked low and grabbed the unprepared brunette around the legs. In a flash, Ayn was flat on her back and being stood almost on her head as Melissa held her up by the legs. This time I think everyone knew what was coming. Ayn tried to block the next maneuver but it was hopeless. In a heartbeat, the brunette had been rolled over onto her stomach and locked into a debilitating Boston crab. I have seen this hold broken on occasion but I don’t think Ayn was going to escape. I even winced as Melissa poured on the pressure. Ayn’s powerful legs where useless as the blonde bent her opponent’s back at an incredible angle. Ayn was yelling in agony and slapping the mat.
“I GIVE!!!! I GIVE UP!!!! screeched Ayn.
Melissa released her opponent. This time it was Ayn’s turn to lay on the mat nursing her aching back. My woman came over to me. She removed her panties and hung them around my neck.
“I will bring you another pair shortly” she cooed.
The naked blonde with the perfect body returned to the mat as Ombar watched longingly. Ayn was on her feet and this time it was her that was retreating from the blonde, still massaging her back with one hand. I was hoping that Melissa realized that Ayn may be playing possum too as she had just done. I was right. Suddenly, the brunette attacked and tried to grab Melissa in a side headlock. Melissa was prepared for the on slot. She ducked under the reaching arm causing Ayn to come away empty handed. The brunette had her back turned towards her opponent for an instant. It was all the blonde needed. Melissa seized the opportunity to apply a dragon sleeper. It was a hold I had showed her how to apply and she had it applied perfectly. A dragon sleeper is a reverse headlock and half nelson combined. The victim’s back is bent back. There is upward pressure on the victim’s neck and downward pressure on her head. The victim can’t straighten up or lay down. She is helpless.
Ayn’s legs where spread apart as she tried to relieve pressure on her neck. She searched for freedom with her spare arm. Ayn grabbed a handful of the blonde’s long hair but was quickly forced to release it as Melissa snapped up on her opponent’s neck.
“I GIVE!!! I GIVE!!” offered Ayn, knowing she needed relief from this devastating hold.
Melissa dropped her vanquished opponent onto the mat. Ayn rolled over onto her stomach, massaging her neck and wincing in pain. The blonde stood over her foe and easily removed the brunette’s panties. Ayn’s panties where off before she could re-act.
“Here’s a trophy for you” smiled Melissa as she wrapped another pair of panties around my neck I took the garment and added it to the other pair on the end of the sofa.
Melissa wondered back to her victim. The naked brunette was still prone on the mat on her stomach rubbing her neck. The blonde stood,straddling her opponent and, reaching down, pulled Ayn up to her knees by the hair. The brunette yelped at this new insult, but Ayn fought back. She grabbed Melissa by the legs and pushed back, surprising the blonde and knocking her off balance and onto her back.
Ayn tried to escape, but Melissa held her in place by the hair and locked her long legs around Ayn who was now sitting between her legs. She locked her ankles together and squeezed. The scissors was just at the base of the rib cage. Ayn winced and grunted in pain as Melissa poured on the pressure.
Melissa rolled the brunette over onto her side. Ayn tried to relieve the pressure on her ribs and struggled over onto her back. It didn’t seem to be very prudent decision on Ayn’s part. The blonde squeezed her legs even harder. Adding to the hold, Melissa trapped one of the brunette’s arms under her side and pinned the other arm to the mat above her head.
Ayn was being devastated by the blonde. She battled to suck air into her constricted lungs. Her legs lay flat and slightly spread. My eyes where on that naked, dark haired bush between her legs. It was neatly trimmed and shaped to a point at the top.
Ayn groaned and rolled her head. Her face was contorted in agony.
“I GIVE UP” moaned the brunette.
Melissa released the pressure on the scissors, but instead of getting to her feet, she rolled on top and school girl pinned the helpless brunette. Ayn’s arms where pinned to the mat above her head. The blonde was sitting high on her neck, her pussy shoved up under her chin. Ayn tilted her head back, trying to avoid having her mouth covered by Melissa’s beautiful blonde pussy. Behind Melissa’s buttocks, Ayn’s heaving breasts rose and fell in defeat. Her legs where still spread and that wonderful pussy still exposed for all to see. Melissa moved up and engulfed Ayn’s mouth and nose and ground her womanhood into her opponent’s face. The brunette kicked feebly but she was at the blonde’s mercy. Melissa slid back slightly allowing the brunette to breath again.
“You submit?” questioned Melissa.
“God, yes, I give up.” gasped Ayn.
Melissa slid back farther until she was sitting on Ayn’s lower belly. Methodically, she wrapped Ayn’s arms around her head like a halo and pulled them tight. Ayn was helpless as Melissa wedged her opponent’s chin between her firm breasts, pinning the brunette to the mat. Melissa worked at securing Ayn’s legs in a grapevine. It was not much of a task as the brunette was exhausted. The blonde easily pried the brunette’s legs apart and applied the pain. Ayn’s neatly coifed pussy was showing pink now as it was spread to new levels.
“I give. I give.” Whispered Ayn, barely audible.
Melissa slowly released the grapevine and stood up, straddling her opponent. Ayn lay motionless trying to get her bearings. Finally, she grabbed Melissa’s legs and tried to pull herself to a sitting position. The blonde crushed the brunette back down to the mat, pinning her arms out from her side and sitting directly onto top of those beautiful boobs. Ayn moaned as her delicate breasts where squashed ruthlessly by the blonde’s tight, beautiful buttocks. The brunette’s legs where jack-knifed and spread still showing lots of pink.
Melissa had her hands on her hips as she abused the brunette’s tits with her rear end. In one last attempt to escape, Ayn hooked her legs under Melissa’s arms and pulled. The blonde was surprised by the move and was pulled back. Before Ayn could take advantage, Melissa summer-salted right onto her feet. Facing the brunette, the blonde had control of Ayn’s legs and, in one motion, crossed the legs and rolled her over onto her stomach and locked in a perfect sharp-shooter.
Ayn slapped the mat and writhed in pain as her back and legs where bent beyond belief.
“I GIVE!!!!!” screeched Ayn, her face contorted in pain.
Melissa kept up the pressure.
“You forfeit the match?” asked Melissa.
“YES!!!! YES!!!! Oh God let me go” cried the brunette in agony.
Melissa dropped the hold. Ayn just lay on the mat on her stomach, exhausted and defeated.
“I don’t have a towel so I hope this will do” said Ombar as he threw Ayn’s bra onto the mat, conceding defeat.
“I want a victory kiss and hug” said Melissa as she threw her arms around me and I obliged. She was all sweaty and hot but I wasn’t complaining at all. I kind of felt sorry for Ayn who was still laying on the mat being attended to by Ombar. Melissa had came prepared for this battle and Ayn was not. I even won my money back.
Ayn was left devastated in the middle of the mat by a determined blonde armed with a variety of punishing submission holds.
“That was fun” stated Melissa. “I could have tortured her all night long. I have holds that I haven’t even tried yet.”
We left for our motel about an hour away. The sex was hot. It always is after a fight. I hope that new room of Ombar and Ayn’s does not go to waste now over one defeat. I’m sure it won’t.