Motor Inn Mêlée, Version 3: Rivals
It was a hot, muggy Sunday evening as I pulled into the Marpon Motor Inn parking lot once again. It would be another boring week at the plant site, I lamented to myself. I was on an assignment at one of the company’s many production facilities in a small town in northern Texas. It was the typical company town with not much to do - no nightlife to speak of, just a few restaurants and bars, that kind of stuff. I’d stayed here many times before and knew it well. At least the accommodations were clean and comfortable - large, suite-style rooms. Plus, the Marpon had a bar/lounge on site with a generous happy hour with very good drinks and hors d’oeuvres. So, I wouldn’t suffer too much, unless maybe from boredom or the stifling heat.
I settled in for the night so that I could get an early start the next morning, never considering going out, as there was almost nowhere to go. I awoke early, showered and went to the lounge for the continental breakfast. To my great surprise, I saw a coworker sitting alone at a table nearby. Unfortunately, it was Katie, a woman I’d had plenty of run-in’s with in the past. As our eyes met, I knew that it was too late to leave. I could see the apprehension in her face as she quickly forced a smile. It wasn’t her looks that bothered me - tall, well built, pretty face, shoulder length blond hair, etc. - she was just always getting in the way on my projects at work, assuming leadership roles, hogging credit whenever she could, that type of thing. We were like cats and dogs… oil and water.
As Katie continued to ‘smile’ in my direction, I quickly guessed why she was here - planning to take credit for another of my projects, no doubt. As I approached her table, Katie continued smiling pleasantly. “So, there’s another poor soul stuck out here in the middle of nowhere,” she said with a false note of pity.
“Yeah, duty calls, and all that” I replied. “Mind if I join you?”
“Sure. I’d be hurt if you didn’t,” she quipped.
Katie could sure pour on the charm when she wanted. I almost believed her for a moment, and then I remembered our other encounters, and redoubled my guard.
I dropped my laptop PC & other stuff on the floor nearby and went over to gather some breakfast at the counter area. When I returned, we made small talk for a few minutes, discussing our respective duties at the plant this week. Katie was in the engineering group, and I was from the lab group. Katie was planning to upgrade the equipment I was experimenting with. This was the way it always worked… how she always wormed her way into the middle of my projects. And, there seemed to be no way to prevent it. We had different bosses who reported up through different chains of command.
We made a dinner date for the evening, knowing that we were stuck with each other. Maybe I could get a few people from the plant to join us and take the edge off of being with Katie.
We drove to the plant in separate cars, and it wasn’t long before I bumped into Katie looking over the equipment I had come to think of as my own.
“Nice machine you got here, Rob. But I can already see a few obvious improvements that need to be made.”
“Nice try Katie, but it works just fine the way it is. You can stay out of this project and we’ll do just fine.”
“I doubt that very much. This thing will break down as soon as you put some real production hours on it,” she advised self-assuredly.
“Sure, sure. That’s what you always say,” I told her emphatically.
“I always say it because I’m always right. I’m always following after you, cleaning up your messes,” she said forcefully.
“Oh, is that what you call it when you horn in on my projects.”
“If you’d open your eyes for a minute Rob, you’d realize that I’m your best ally, not your rival, or whatever,” she thundered before turning on her heels to leave.
I was dumbstruck. Could it actually be true? Was professional jealousy clouding my judgment? Then I caught myself. It just couldn’t be true - not where Katie was involved. She couldn’t actually be helping me, could she?
We broke for lunch with a gang of friends from the plant. When we returned, there was a 1:00 meeting to discuss ‘my’ equipment. Katie wanted to take control of it to begin an upgrade, several weeks ahead of schedule, before I had had a chance to finish my experimental trials.
Listening to her, you’d think that I was the problem, convincing the rest of the team that I was several weeks behind schedule. Sure, the project was running late, but this was typical Katie manipulations, and I’d finally had enough. My frustration boiled over as I began to take her apart, giving example after example of how I was in the right. Katie didn’t give up though, and things deteriorated badly. We argued for some time as plant personnel kept quietly out of our way.
Finally, we’d had enough, and the meeting was over with no clear conclusion. I spent the rest of the afternoon working with Jim & Patrick, some of my best friends at the plant. I wondered where their friend Peggy was though. The three of them were usually inseparable.
I made dinner plans with Jim & Patrick, quickly setting aside my previous plans with Katie. She could fend for herself, besides we’d probably just fight anyway.
We left the plant site around 7:00 and headed over to Cactus Joe’s for burgers and brews. As we drove, Jim & Patrick started teasing me about my quarrelling with Katie. “You two are always arguing,” Patrick started.
Then Jim chimed in, “Yeah, your fights are almost legendary here at the plant. You guys should find a way to bury the hatchet and make peace.”
“Y’know,” continued Patrick, “Often there’s something else hiding below the surface in these sort of situations.”
“Oh come on!” I eschewed. “You cannot be serious! I could never have feelings for someone like her!!”
“Me thinks you react to strongly,” teased Jim. “Perhaps we’re close to the mark after all.”
“Give me a break you guys. Sure she’s attractive, but that’s it. I could never be interested in a butt-in-ski like her. If she’d just give me some space, I’d be fine.”
Just then we pulled into the parking lot at Cactus Joe’s. As we walked inside, I immediately saw Peggy and Katie sitting at a large table towards the front, where some sort of slimy pit was set up. Peggy waved us over, but Katie didn’t look too sure. We sat down anyway and the waitress brought out another pitcher of beer and some more glasses. We nibbled on peanuts for a while as we studied the menu. Everyone knew we were having burgers, but we looked at the menus anyway.
When the waitress arrived to take our order, she asked, “You folks here for the mud-wrestling tonight? Or are you just spectators?”
“We’re just here for the food,” chimed Katie.
“Don’t be so hasty,” chimed Peggy. “We might have a few takers later on.”
The waitress took Katie’s order first. I looked around the table, sensing some sort of conspiracy, and noticed Patrick, Peggy & Jim grinning at each other. I was beginning to have a bad feeling about this evening.
After the waitress left, I queried Peggy, “So what was that about? What did you mean about having a few takers later on?”
“Isn’t it obvious,” replied Peggy. “You and Katie should settle this feud between yourselves one way or another. We saw our diplomatic efforts fail this afternoon, so the three of us decided more drastic action was needed. You should settle things here tonight.”
“Oh come now,” chortled Katie. “You don’t really mean for me and Rob to wrestle in that mud pit, do you?”
“Why not?” asked Patrick. “Deep down you know you want to throttle him, and here’s your chance.”
“Now stop with the mud thing,” I proclaimed. “It ain’t gonna happen! Not here! Not ever!”
“What’s the matter Rob?” teased Peggy. “Are you afraid she might beat you? A mere woman beating the mighty Rob?”
Now I was in deep. I had one woman teasing me about being afraid to fight with the other woman. I had only a poor response, stuttering, “I dunno.”
“How about you Katie?” asked Jim. “We never heard your answer. Do you wanna mud-wrestle this guy and maybe shed some of that antagonism?”
Katie hesitated for a few moments, and then replied, “I suppose it might be worth knocking him off his high horse, at least for a while. It could be kinda fun to bring him down a notch or two.”
“That’s the spirit!” exclaimed Peggy. “Now what about you Rob?”
Luckily, the waitress brought out our appetizers right then, and I was able to duck the question for the moment saying, “Let’s eat while I think it over.”
“You sound kinda chicken to me, Rob,” laughed Peggy as we dug into some hot wings and a bloomin’ onion.
Fortunately, the burgers arrived as we were finishing the onion, so I ducked the question even longer. I was still thinking it over as we ate. I was surprised that Katie was willing to mud-wrestle me, and even more so that she wanted to humiliate me. I hadn’t expected that. It seemed a no-win situation for me. If I fought her and won, I’d only have beaten a woman, which was the expected outcome. And if I fought her and lost, I’d be humiliated in front of my friends. This was a very real concern, because Katie was a fairly large woman and in good condition to boot - I honestly wasn’t sure I could take her. But if I declined the fight, I’d be labeled as a chicken.
“C’mon Rob. What’s it to be? Are we gonna settle our feud tonight? Or are you afraid of little ol’ me and gonna chicken out?” Katie smiled devilishly, obviously enjoying my discomfort very much, no doubt assuming I would decline.
That was enough to provoke me into to making a flash decision. “OK smart girl, you’re on!!” I exclaimed. “And you’re going down hard!”
“No way Jose! You’re the one who’s going down hard!” hollered Katie boisterously in return.
“That’s the spirit!” chimed Jim. “It’ll be a great match!”
“Yeah. Long overdue! Now things will finally be settled between you two,” added Patrick enthusiastically.
“A genuine battle of the sexes,” chortled Peggy. “I can hardly wait to see it!”
Now we had gone and done it, and there was no backing out for either of us. Maybe it would be OK, though. After all, how could I object to rolling around in the mud with a striking, well-built woman like Katie? Then I caught myself. I couldn’t afford to think of her as a striking, well-built woman. This was my despised rival, who was out to humiliate me in front of my peers. I’d show her no mercy!! None at all!!
It wasn’t long before we were led to our separate dressing areas. There were actually men’s outfits available, but they were all kind of skimpy. This was gonna be real embarrassing I told myself as I slipped on a tiny thong-style swimming suit. My butt cheeks were hanging out big time, but there were no other choices!
I walked back out of the dressing room at the same time Katie emerged from hers. She had an incredibly skimpy suit on, too, and she looked totally awesome. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail with a pink scrunchy. Her very plentiful curves were well exposed, and I felt my heart skip a beat as I looked her over. Katie’s breasts must have been 38D’s, and her waist was so skinny I could hardly believe it. There was obvious strength through the legs and thighs, connected to with the most beautiful ass I think I’d ever seen. Then I noticed that Katie was inspecting me closely, too, especially my behind and the tight area across my crotch. This could get very interesting indeed, I mused.
And then the emcee/referee came over and asked for our names. I quickly made something up, not wanting to be identified too easily. I became “Rob The Rectifier” and Katie was “Clobberin’ Kate”. And then he asked why we were mud-wrestling tonight.
“Let’s just say we don’t get along very well, and leave it at that,” Katie replied quickly.
“Yeah, that’s about it. We have a score to settle,” I added.
“Oh, a lover’s spat,” the ref grinned. “We see a lot of those here.”
Before we could deny anything, the ref turned on his microphone to begin. “Tonight, we begin our messy festivities with mixed mayhem between two lovers. I don’t know what the feud is about, but it’s obvious these two are itchin’ to get at each other. Let’s welcome Clobberin’ Kate and Rob The Rectifier with a big round of applause.”
The crowd went wild, clapping loudly and cheering - especially the table up front that held our three friends. I saw Jim & Patrick eyeing Katie hungrily, and surprisingly, I felt a pang of jealousy. What the heck was that about? Then I saw Peggy smiling my way, and I knew what she had on her mind as she licked her lips suggestively. Then I saw Katie give her a dirty look, and Peggy stopped immediately. I was bewildered, wondering what the hell was actually going on between us.
The crowd continued to cheer loudly. I noticed that the men were cheering for Katie, and the women, including Peggy, were cheering for me - very strange indeed!
There was no more time to think as the ref motioned us towards the mud pit. The pit was about a 12 foot square with walls maybe 12” high. It was filled about halfway with brown, oozy mud of some sort. I stepped in from on corner and Katie from the opposite corner. Our feet and ankles were now covered with what must be the smoothest, silkiest consistency of mud on the planet. Unfortunately, it was a bit cold to the touch as I noticed my nipples become hard. But then I noticed Katie’s nipples harden, straining hard beneath the fabric to be released, or at least that’s what my fertile imagination told me. God she was beautiful, I couldn’t help but think!
“OK now. Before we get this show on the road, a few rules would be in order,” shouted the ref over the roar of the crowd. “First of all there’s no standing allowed and no stepping out of the pit. So once you’re down in the muck you gotta stay there. Second, this is a friendly-type messy wrestling match, which means no rough stuff! Got it?” he stated loudly.
Katie and I nodded our assent and he continued. “Finally, this will be a one pin-fall match with a five second count. I will be the sole judge of the pin-count! Do you understand?” he asked once more.
We nodded again, before he continued. “OK, let’s get this thing goin’!” he whooped. “Come over here and shake hands, then I want you to get down and dirty!”
As we stepped to the center area and shook hands, the crowd went wild, drowning out what we said so no other could hear. “I hope you’re ready for this. I’ll have you me pinned beneath me in nothing flat!” Katie boasted.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be the one on top, and you’ll be the one begging for me to let you up!” I replied confidently.
We got down on our knees to face off. The ref motioned to begin and we lunged at each other and locked up at the arms and shoulders. We struggled upright like that for a moment, and I could tell that Katie was very strong. It would be hard for me to win. Then I smiled to myself as I noticed that my manhood was very hard, practically protruding from the top of the skimpy suit.
I was staring at Katie’s huge breasts and hard nipples just inches in front of me as we struggled. And, I noticed Katie was repeatedly glancing downwards at the bulge in my suit. Things were indeed getting very confused between us, but interesting, too.
Then the crowd shouted, “Get messy… get messy!” Katie obliged by lunging hard at me… and our chests made contact for the first time, stunning me completely. I was barreled over backwards by the momentum of those two huge orbs of flesh, and Katie was on top of me in a flash, straddling me at the waist, groping at my arms to hold me in place!
It couldn’t be over this quick I told myself, not yet realizing how slippery we had become. As I struggled back and forth beneath Katie, I quickly became covered in mud all over my body. Katie was still relatively clean from the thighs up. She was having trouble keeping my shoulders down and could barely get a two count on me as we continued to struggle. I could see Katie’s two large breasts just inches above my face as she held my arms down above my head. I also saw the look of determination on her face… she was deadly serious about beating me! As our eyes locked momentarily, I saw a smile cross her face briefly. Katie must be getting some perverse enjoyment from my predicament!
Then she flopped those two immense breasts down against my chest and I figured it was all over as she contained me more than ever. What I hadn’t counted on was Katie was now slimed, too, from our close contact. Both of us very slippery! I managed to scoot out partially from beneath, and she overcompensated while trying to retain control. Soon, we were rolling around in the mud, back and forth in a titanic struggle, both totally covered in the smooth, oozy slime. Katie’s hair was totally covered, as was mine, and we were barely recognizable anymore.
But it was fun! Tremendously so! There was a look of sheer joy on both of our faces as we rolled around in the muck - first one of us having the advantage, and then the other. Our body’s contacted each other in ways and positions not unlike coitus, and I was incredibly turned on. There was something new between us… something pleasant… and I knew she felt it too. But there was still a contest between us, and we were both determined to dominate the other!
I finally managed to sit on top of Katie and hold her arms down. Perhaps I could beat her now. Katie seemed about to panic as she realized her predicament. I don’t think she had ever considered the possibility that I might beat her. Her breasts heaved back and forth as she tried to roll free. She was too strong, rolling over so her chest was down. I reached around her front, trying to flip her back onto her chest, accidentally groping one of her breasts. Whoa! Talk about large and firm!
At that point, I didn’t care as I kept a hold of that breast, attempting to flip her over. But Katie was clearly pissed as she reacted with renewed strength, breaking free and getting to her knees. She was facing away from me as well as the crowd, seemingly unsure of her next move. I decided to take advantage of her momentary distraction and came up quickly behind her with a reverse bear hug. I was completely stunned has my hands came into contact with two huge, slimy, bare breasts. Katie’s top must have fallen off as she’d broken free a moment ago. That explained her indecision.
But she didn’t remain indecisive for long. Katie spun her slimy body around to face me and forced her two huge breasts against me. It was like a jolt of electricity had shot between us, and I could see by her expression that she felt it too. What were we doing - fighting or having sex?? At the moment, it felt like the same thing. Now both us wore only tiny little swimsuit bottoms, barely covering our butts. And, the tip of my manhood was sticking out of the top of my suit, but I doubt anyone but Katie had noticed because of all the slime.
We rolled around some more, and the men in the crowd were going crazy, cheering wildly, catching repeated glimpses of Katie’s boobs flopping around as we struggled. I had to hand it to her, though. Most women would have been too embarrassed to continue, but she fought on as though nothing had happened, even with our coworkers nearby watching the whole thing! I noticed the ref paying particular attention to Katie’s boobs, too, having the best view in the crowd. I don’t think he wanted the match to be over, either.
As we continued to fight it out, Katie seemed to be more in control, but I wasn’t sure either of us could beat the other in these slimy conditions. Maybe for a two or three second pin, but not five seconds! Then something unexpected happened, as I broke free once again. As I got to my knees, Katie lunged at me from behind, pulling my swimsuit to my knees.
‘Yeeeaaarrrggghhh!’ I screamed to myself, realizing that my very erect, un-muddied manhood was completely exposed to the crowd. ‘Now what?? Now what?? Now what??’ I asked myself. I was completely stunned!
Katie used my momentary disorientation to push me over face first, and grab my suit again, pulling it the rest of the way off. Now I was pissed, and I just didn’t care anymore. If Katie could do it, so could I. So what if I was naked. I was going to beat that woman if it was the last thing I did. As I got to my knees, and turned to face Katie, the women in the crowd went wild, cheering with renewed enthusiasm. Peggy jumped up nearby, letting loose the loudest wolf whistle I had ever heard. The ref seemed stunned, but shook it off when he realized we were still going to fight.
As I faced Katie and she looked me over, and I mean all of me, her eyes went wide. I lunged at her, knocking her onto her back roughly. I heard a little ‘oof’ come from her lips and I knew she was momentarily stunned. I grabbed her bikini bottoms and ripped them down across her legs and over her ankles. Now we were both naked. I caught sight of her hairy blond thatch before she had a chance to slather some mud on it, camouflaging herself from the crowd. Her butt was mostly slimed, though, as the suit had not offered much protection.
We got back up to our knees. The ref was totally dazed and confused, not knowing what to do. Here were two naked wrestlers covered with mud, one male and the other female, still determined to fight it out. And the crowd was hooting wildly.
My manhood still protruded, literally pointing at Katie. Her breasts jutted towards me defiantly as we eyed each other. Then we lurched at each other, wrapping each other up in a bearhug. We squeezed at each other with all our might, and then tipped over back into the mud. Our legs entwined and our naked crotches came into contact for the first time. We rolled around in the slime, back and forth, grinding each other at the crotch whenever possible.
At this point, the ref had no choice. He grabbed the water hose and started to spray us down with water, effectively ending the battle. “All right folks, time to cool these two off. I think we all know what was about to happen next, and I don’t want the cops to shut the place down. I think these two have settled their differences tonight, at least for the most part, but who won? Let’s let the audience decide.”
The ref raised Katie’s arm first and the males in the crowd cheered loudly. Then he raised my arm, and the women cheered just as much. “I guess it’s a draw,” he said. “Let’s give a round of applause to Clobberin’ Kate and Rob The Rectifier!!”
We had been standing there while the crowd cheered loudly, both of us holding a skimpy, muddied suit in front of our crotches, hiding our privates as best we could. Then we quickly made our way to the dressing area to get cleaned up. Katie saw that Peggy, Jim and Randy had gotten up to leave, pointing it out to me, then said, “There goes my ride. When I come out, you’d better be here waiting for me.”
I had no intention of leaving without her, smiling briefly. “Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll be here.”
Thankfully, she returned the smile as we entered the dressing rooms. I showered for quite a while, finally getting all of the mud out of my hair after repeated shampooing. I imagined that Katie was having a much more difficult time getting the muck out her beautiful, long, blond hair. I began to imagine what she was doing right now, her magnificent naked body beneath the showerhead, water cascading over those two enormous breasts. I got hard just thinking about it, but I figured I’d better save myself for later. I could only guess what might happen next - maybe I’d get lucky with her! Things between us had definitely changed.
When I finished cleaning up and dressing, I walked out of the dressing room, I was met with applause from the men, and catcalls from the women. I probably could have had my choice of any woman in the joint that night, but my mind was on Katie. Just then she appeared, and every person in the whole place stood up and cheered. As we walked out of Cactus Joe’s, the crowd saluted us with a toast. All we wanted to do was get out of there quickly. We were both very embarrassed by what had happened, but I had no regrets. It had been a great time.
Once outside, I asked her in a concerned tone, “Are you OK?”
“Yeah, just kind of dazed… and surprised by what happened,” she replied. I guess the atmosphere & the booze got to us and our inhibitions, and… well…”
“Yeah, but I think it was our real selves in there, trying to beat each other up, working out our differences. But things seemed to change between us partway through…”
We got into the car and continued the conversation, Katie saying, “When you pulled off my top and groped me? How could you humiliate me that way?”
I responded, “You certainly didn’t act very humiliated. Besides, with a body as beautiful as yours, you have no reason to feel that way. At any rate, you were covered in mud so entirely that it was nearly impossible to see any nakedness. And, it was a complete accident that your top came off and my hand groped you, unlike when you ripped my bottoms off.”
“I got carried away trying to even things up between us. I didn’t want to be the only one naked,” she replied somewhat uncertainly.
“Yeah, yeah. Sure. You were groping me, too, but more sneakily. Are you sure you weren’t interested in something else?” I probed.
“OK, I admit that I was interested in that bulge in your shorts and wanted to see if it was for real, and not a sock or something. But you were ogling me, too… admit it.”
“When faced with two large, well proportioned breasts just inches from my face, it would be difficult not to look them over very closely.”
“C’mon, there was more to it than that,” she asked.
“Okay, okay. I was totally ogling you and admiring your breasts and ass. Now it’s your turn. Weren’t you getting an eyeful yourself?” I replied.
“Yeah, once I had your pants off, I had a very good look at your very impressive rod, and your hard ass. I won’t deny it. But I still wanted to beat you, too.”
“Yeah, I badly wanted to beat you, also. Too bad we couldn’t finish. I think I could’ve taken you, but
not easily,” I told her as we pulled into the parking lot at the Marpon.
”You were tough yourself. But I’d have won. If the ref hadn’t been so distracted by my boobs, he’d have
5-counted you a few times,” she teased.
“Hey, it works both ways. I was on top a few times when he should have 5-counted you, too, but he was staring at your chest instead. I don’t think he wanted the match to end.”
We got out of the car and headed for the lobby as Katie continued. “Yeah. That match must have been the biggest thing to hit Cactus Joe’s in years. They’ll be talking about our match for a long time to come. Geez, I hope Peggy, Jim and Patrick can keep their mouths shut tomorrow at the plant.”
“I wouldn’t count on it. Word’ll get out for sure. But, you know what? I don’t really care. We wanted to settle our differences by mud-wrestling and we did. I’m not ashamed, or anything else. It was absolutely the most fun I’ve had in my entire life.” I was shocked by my little speech, but didn’t regret it. The words had just poured forth.
“Yeah,” she said as we entered the lobby. “It was incredibly fun. And if I had the chance to change anything that happened, I wouldn’t change a single thing. We were overdue for this by a long shot!”
Now what exactly did she mean by that, I wondered, as we entered the elevator together, alone but for the other. Katie hit the ‘stop’ button between floors, trapping us together inside the elevator. Suddenly we were kissing and groping each other madly. The temperature inside the elevator seemed to shoot up many degrees as we caressed.
Finally, we came up for air. Katie spoke first. “You know, I have only one regret about tonight.”
“Which is…” I asked, clutching her against my body.
“We didn’t get to finish our match and see who would win. You know… I think we have some unfinished business between us,” she purred seductively.
“Yeah, I have a score to settle with you as well” I replied throatily, pushing her back against the elevator wall and kissing her hard on the lips.
Katie responded by forcing me back and against the other wall, still kissing me as she did. We finally released each other and Katie restarted the elevator. “My room or yours?” she asked.
“Yours’ll be fine,” I replied as the doors opened.
We saw a group of very grumpy looking people waiting to use the elevator as we strolled by. We didn’t say a word, just smiling at each other. Katie opened the door and we went in. We groped wildly at each other for a few minutes, but finally settled down.
“Now let’s see. Where were we?” Katie purred, slipping of her slacks and blouse seductively.
I pulled off my shirt and kicked my shoes off to the side. “I was about to pin down those massive boobs of yours and make you submit,” I replied testily.
I continued to slip off my pants as Katie unhooked her bra. “No no, that wasn’t it at all,” she said. “I was on top with that enormous cock of yours straining beneath me, struggling vainly to get free, about to force you to submit to me.”
I dropped my underpants as Katie did the same. We starred at each other’s nakedness for a few moments. My rod was rock hard, and I could smell Katie’s female scent in the air. Then she broke the silence, saying, “This is the way it must be. I’m sure we both want it this way. We’ll wrestle - no rules and no time limit until one of us verbalizes their submission to the other.”
“Suits me fine,” I said, as we faced off in the main area of the room in front of the loveseat, before hurling our bodies together in a torrid, sexy battle. Katie’s breasts were awesome, unslung from any confinement, swaying from side to side as we struggled for position. Katie was smiling, but I could see she was very serious, too. We would find out who was better this night, one of us having to submit to the other.
After a contest of wills, I finally pushed her backwards onto the loveseat. I jumped on top of Katie, straddling her at the waist, grabbing her hands for control. I pressed forward against her chest, pancaking her bulbous breasts against my chest. As before at Cactus Joe’s, a jolt of electricity surged through my body as we connected.
I had her for the moment, but it didn’t last long. Katie forced me over and I was now on my back on the loveseat cushions with her on top, but at least my legs were wrapped around her in a scissors lock at her waist. I squeezed as best I could, but Katie was starting to stand up on the loveseat for added leverage. Our hands were still locked in a clasp, and her breasts dangled tantalizingly above me as we struggled. I squeezed again, and I could see some effect. Katie grimaced, but put it aside, instead forcing my legs back even further, her breasts now just inches above my face. Now I was the one grimacing painfully as my body stretched beyond its normal limits. I had to do something, so I rolled her to the side and off of the loveseat. We landed on the floor with a thud, with Katie sitting upright and me sitting on her, facing her, still maintaining the scissors lock. Our hands remained clasped as I secured my legs even tighter around her waist. This drew our chests together again as we struggled with our hands. Sure enough… a jolt of electricity again. And then my rigid rod began to tickle the underside of her huge breasts as we drew together. I gasped in pure delight as her breasts caressed my manhood. I was ecstatic, enjoying the hold tremendously, and, not wanting it to ever be over.
But reality set in as Katie freed her hands from mine, knocking us onto our sides, and twisting free of my scissors lock. She rolled away, making sure I didn’t try anything else for the moment. We rose to our knees, facing off once more.
“You’re highly motivated to win,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll have to try all the harder.”
I responded by trying to rush her again, but it wasn’t easy on our knees. I lunged forward clumsily and Katie outmaneuvered me, catching me in a headlock from the side. I wondered if she had done this before as she applied more pressure. All I could do was try to move away, but that didn’t work. Instead, Katie was leading me around the room and I had to stay with her to avoid more pressure. Then she worked her way behind me in a kneeling/sitting position and yanked my head down into her lap, initially with my nose close to her pussy. She was very hot! I was still in a headlock and now her other arm had surrounded me as well, around my back to the shoulder. Her breasts were pressed against the side of my face and I gasped for each breath. Katie had me completely under her control as I just tried to get enough air to continue.
As I become aware of the closeness of Katie’s breasts, I realized that her plan was to smother me with them. As she tried to twist my face around, I realized how much danger I was in. Those two huge breasts would make short work of me if I got caught this way. I frantically pushed her arms up over my head, and she very nearly prevented me from doing so, but now I was free of the headlock.
I quickly returned the favor, reversing the hold completely, swinging around behind Katie, holding her helplessly on my lap, her face against my bulging manhood, with the same headlock upon her. Katie’s large naked breasts glimmered with sweat from exertion. I pulled hard on the headlock, enjoying the way her breasts jiggled as she groped to get free. But I had her good now and wasn’t about to let go.
With an amazing effort, Katie managed to rise to her feet, and I had to follow in order to maintain the hold. I worked my way behind her, grabbing her arm, and applying a hammerlock, as well. Katie’s attempt at escape had backfired, and I now controlled her completely. I alternated pressure, first the headlock, and then the hammerlock, and I could see it was taking a toll on her. Katie tried to run me around the room, but we would just ram into the wall, or whatever, with little effect. I just kept applying more pressure, as a warning for her that escape was hopeless.
But then one time, we barreled into the reclining chair, falling into the depths of its high arms. I landed on my back in the chair and had to release both of the holds. As Katie spun around to confront me face-to-face, I tried to slip away beneath her. Big mistake!! As my butt hit the floor, my head and shoulders were still on the chair, with my arms above. Katie pounced on my shoulders and arms, pinning them down with her knees and shins. Her pussy was only inches from my face. Under other circumstances, this might be interesting. But I knew Katie’s aim was to smother. What a way to go, I thought, but I wasn’t done yet.
Katie inched up cautiously towards my face, not wanting to let her advantage slip away. As her crotch came into contact with my face, I tried not to panic, trying to think of a way to free myself before having to submit. As she held me in place, I worked my arms down around behind her until they were upon her ass. Then I spanked her very firm naked ass as hard as I could. Katie reached back to stop me, and I was able to topple her backwards and off of me.
I was too staggered to take good advantage of my lucky escape, shakily getting to my feet. At least Katie appeared to be in the same condition, getting up to her feet. “You know, those were dirty tactics,” she said with some attitude. “Don’t expect me not to respond.”
“That’s fine with me,” I replied testily.
We were both tired and cranky, not giving each other an inch of ground. We fought back and forth for some time, both taking the battle quite seriously now. The earlier sensuality was submerged, but not forgotten. Neither of us would give up, and I knew this fight would set the future tone of our relationship. We were about to become both lovers and fighters.
Every so often our chests would grind together and I’d still get that jolt of electricity, in spite of my worn condition. I was amazed that it was still exciting after the many times we’d made contact already.
We were now staggering around the room on our feet, not sure how to end this titanic struggle. Somehow we ended up alongside the king bed, pondering how best to continue. Katie spoke next. “How about a test of strength. We haven’t done that yet, and it might be kind of interesting after all of this exertion.”
“OK, let’s do it,” I replied, raising my hands to meet hers.
“No, not that way silly,” she said, directing my right hand to her pussy, directly upon her clit. “I had something more personal in mind.”
Then she grabbed my rigid pole in her right hand and we began to stoke each other lustfully. I clung to her, my left arm wrapped around her back in an embrace. She had her left arm wrapped around me as well as we clung to each other, neither letting the other out their grasp. The match had taken a sudden turn towards the sensual.
Katie proved to have more reserve strength than I had imagined as she forced me backwards. Her breasts again pressed hard against my chest as I forced her back to a neutral position, our hands still locked on the other’s crotch. As usual, the apparent jolt of electricity pulsed through my body. Katie seemed to notice, pausing momentarily to ask, “What are you feeling when our chests touch that way?”
“It’s like a jolt of electricity coursing through my body. So far, it’s happened every time your breasts press against me. Do you feel it, too?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s why I keep doing it. But let’s keep going. I’m eager to dominate you.”
“Likewise,” I replied as we continued stroking, making major contact at the chest, trying to overpower the other. My head was spinning with jolts of electricity as her breasts pummeled my chest. My rigid rod was ready to explode as I was being overwhelmed by her power, ultimately being forced onto the bed with Katie lying right on top of me, breasts to chest, her hand still encompassing my throbbing rod.
Katie seemed sure of herself, definitely in control, as my hand could no longer reach her moisture-laden pussy. And, she was enjoying that fact very much! I was still overwhelmed with the powerful sensations coursing through me, and unaware that Katie was securing her position all the more. Slowly, she grapevined her legs around mine, securing them completely. Then she slid her breasts upwards along my chest inching ever closer towards my face. She knew it was all but over, but in my stupor I struggled anyway as those huge breasts dangled just inches above my lips, teasing me tantalizingly. I wanted badly to kiss them, fondle them, but as they came closer I realized their true goal.
I barely had time to catch any sort of breath as Katie expertly applied a breast smother to my face. My arms flailed around, trying to get free, but Katie soon grabbed them, holding them down tightly. After a moment, Katie raised herself up, allowing me to breath. I gasped quick, deep breaths, trying to recover.
“No you don’t!” she said, pressing her breasts once again to my face. I was helpless and she knew it.
Again, Katie raised herself up a little, and I was careful to breath a little slower, lest I incur further wrath.
“What do you think? I’ve got your legs entwined in mine, and your arms are useless beneath mine. Plus, my breasts are keeping you from getting a proper breath of air. So, now I ask. Are you ready to submit? Let me give you a moment to decide.”
And with that, Katie lowered those mammoth breasts onto my face again, pressing harder and longer than ever before. When she finally let up, I gasped hard for air, spitting out the words “I submit” as quickly as I could.
Katie began to lower her breasts onto me again, but this time lower on my body, at chest level. She released my hands and we embraced, kissing and fondly feverishly. I didn’t mind her legs still holding mine intertwined in a grapevine. It suggested a course of action we both knew to be inescapable.
Katie whispered in my ear, “Your submission is accepted.”
As we kissed, she held me down firmly again, taking pleasure at being on top and in control. Katie released my legs and mounted me without a moment’s thought. As I slid inside of her I barely managed to contain myself. Katie began to ride my manhood hard, occasionally slapping her breasts against my chest for effect. As always… a jolt of electricity. We were moaning & screaming, screwing each other with abandon. The view from my position of submission was amazing as I groped and fondled those amazing mammaries. In the meantime, Katie continued her ride upon my manhood, ultimately riding us into ecstasy.
We lay there on the bed for some time, wrapped up in each other, completely spent from the physical and sexual exertion. Eventually we began to discuss the experience we’d just shared.
“That was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had,” Katie shared.
“Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever been that rigid for that long a time,” I told her. “The anticipation was agonizingly good… and the climax unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“I think wrestling makes for incredible foreplay,” she continued, “especially the domination part. And, the uncertainty of who will dominate whom…”
“You mean you weren’t sure?” I asked.
“Well, you had me on the ropes a few times there. We’re pretty evenly matched,” she replied.
“Yeah, maybe next time I’ll dominate you, and you can whimper out your submission to me,” I teased.
“You never know… but I doubt it,” she teased in return. “You want a rematch?”
“You’re on! Tomorrow night in my room…” I exclaimed.
“Count on it, lover” she whispered into my ear.
We settled back down on the bed to cuddle, caress and enjoy our newfound rapport. “You know,” she cooed, “now that I think about it, I’d say we were set up tonight… and by experts, no less. Its clear now that Peggy, Jim & Patrick set this whole thing up. They maneuvered us over to Cactus Joes’ and prodded us into fighting. And, it was more than a coincidence that they left early, stranding us with only one car.”
“Yeah, I’m glad they did,” I answered softly. “They could see what we couldn’t.”
“Funny how that can happen. And, mud-wrestling, no less. How could they have known?” she purred.
“Do you think…” I stammered.
“Yeah. I bet they’re into it, too,” she replied. “Do you think Peggy wrestles with them?”
“I dunno, but I hope so. We’ll have to ask.”
“No you don’t. I want your naked, pinned body all to myself.”
“Fine with me, but sometimes it’s gonna be your naked, pinned body,” I countered.
We talked long into the night, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms. We barely awakened in time to make the 9:00 meeting at the plant. I think most of the people present were surprised as Katie and I got along well with each other, cooperating instead of quarreling. But I could also see a knowing look on the faces of Peggy, Jim and Patrick.
Yes, we get along much better now, not to say that we don’t still argue… but we have a much better way of settling our differences.
Epilogue: Things changed between us that night at Cactus Joe’s. It was more than just sex (although that had been incredible), or having become lovers. We had begun to understand each other, and I came to realize that Katie had been right. In the years we’ve now spent together, Katie has indeed become my biggest ally, just as she had said that long time ago when I was too stubborn to see it.
We’ve had plenty of wrestling matches since. And, I’ve even managed to win around 40% of the time, although she claims that’s only because she let’s me - but I don’t believe her. By the way, you should have seen the fireworks when we wrestled on our wedding night - totally incredible!!!