The W.O.H.P., Part 3: Charlene vs. Julie
I admit to being very intrigued as Charlene and Julie approached the mat. They had forgone the convenience of having ‘seconds’ and approached the mat on their own, shaking hands once they reached the center area. But that was only a gesture as the two of them lurched at each other wildly. It was clear that prostitutes and dominatrixes didn’t mix as they crashed down on the mat in a tangled mess of flailing legs and arms. Neither one had much technique, although Charlene showed some level of skill. Mostly, it was just rough and tumble rolling/battling around on the mat.
At one point, Julie managed to become untangled from Charlene and they both stood once again to face off. Like lightning, Julie struck first, grabbing Charlene’s larger boobs and squeezing. Charlene yelped out and clawed Julie’s boobs in return. This was the most outright fighting of the evening, although the two women didn’t appear unfriendly towards each other. I guessed that they both just liked it rough. So be it.
They groped and grimaced for some time as they maneuvered around the mat, each crying out in pain from time to time, but not releasing the other’s boobs. Gradually, it became clear that Julie was winning the battle of the boobs. Charlene tried to back away, but Julie followed quickly, continuing to squeeze the Charlene’s larger, more vulnerable breasts.
For a time, all Charlene could do was grimace in pain. Then Charlene got wise, pushing back suddenly and tripping the larger woman to the mat. Their boobs now freed, Charlene and Julie rolled around the mat back and forth, almost as one entity. Then Julie lay on top of Charlene and tried to smother her with her boobs. Charlene was desperately clawing for air, and managed to get a gulp from time to time. I guess Julie’s boobs just weren’t quite big enough to get the job done as Charlene managed to roll her over and get on top in return.
Now it was Charlene’s turn to apply a breast smother. She flopped her boobs down hard onto Julie’s face, and then used her hands to force her breasts together hard and fully cover Julie’s face. Julie started flailing as those large breasts did their best to stop the flow of air to her mouth. After a time, Charlene realized that victory was hers, and graciously released Julie from the boob-smother.
However, she wasn’t done with the larger woman yet. Charlene sat upright on top of Julie’s breasts for a schoolgirl pin, placing her thighs on each side of Julie’s head for a face-sit. Julie had no choice but to submit to pleasuring Charlene. I doubt she’d expected this outcome, instead figuring she’d be the one on top. Nevertheless, Julie pleasured Charlene energetically until she squealed in orgasmic delight.
Afterwards, to everyone’s surprise, Charlene stood up, saying to Julie, “If you want pleasuring, you’ll have to earn it! Or, do yourself, if you’d rather.”
It was kind of mean, but I think Julie would have done the same to Charlene if she had won. Neither woman had showed much regard for the other through the match. Maybe that was wired into their personalities, or maybe it was just something between them. I couldn’t tell.
As a result, I was becoming concerned, yet fascinated, about wrestling Charlene later this week. It would no doubt be a rough encounter, and maybe that was a bit exciting I admitted to myself. It wasn’t often that I had a rough encounter like this promised to be.
Mel walked up and swatted my behind, bringing me out of my stupor, saying, “Not a very gracious winner, was she?”
I swatted her bare butt in return, nodding silently. I pointed at the bathroom where Mel’s clothing remained, sending her on her way to get dressed, preparing to leave. I refocused my mind on Mel and our upcoming battle, which I knew would be majorly sexual with only minor emphasis on wrestling. As I awaited her return, I became moist thinking about sex-fighting with Mel, alone and on our own, in only a few more minutes.
The End (of Chapter 3).