The W.O.H.P., Part 5: Barb vs. Charlene
I sat on the couch, about a foot and a half away from Charlene, sipping on a glass of blush wine she’d provided. I was careful to limit myself to small sips, whereas Char seemed to have no such constraint, consuming ‘mass quantities’ of the stuff. I didn’t know what her plan was… get me drunk & take me down, or what? I had no doubt that if I tried to match her glass for glass, I’d end up incredibly tipsy, and then she would beat me handily. So, I contented myself at merely sipping, as Char continued to keep both of our glasses filled.
It was the Saturday night a few days after the WOHP, and hubby wasn’t due home until tomorrow, so it had made the most sense for Char and me to have it out tonight. Char had wanted to talk about it all week at work, maybe trying to rattle me or something. But I’d just put her off, saying, ‘Save it for Saturday night.’
But now, Saturday night had arrived and I was sitting next to Char making small talk about wrestling experiences, opponents, etc. Char didn’t have much experience, but was very, very eager to gain some. She asked lots of questions about experiences I’d had wrestling other women, especially whether & how I had dominated them at the finale. I kept my answers short and to the point without identifying the women, saying it wouldn’t be proper to wrestle & tell. Char then pressed me for details of my recent match with Melinda, which she’d been aware of, but I declined to say much beyond the fact that Melinda had bested me in a long, hard struggle. That little amount of info seemed to get her real excited.
Char was wearing a very low-cut, vertically ribbed, bright yellow sweater that greatly accentuated her huge 36D boobs, which peeked out prominently from the sweater’s cleavage. Her nipples became erect as we talked, and it was obvious she had no bra. Incredibly, her female scent was already wafting through the air, and we hadn’t yet laid a hand upon each other. Obviously, she was anticipating a very good time. Her cut-off shorts barely covered her crotch. I was wearing a simple pair of shorts and a loose blouse. I mean, seeing how we’d be wrestling in the nude, what would be the point in wearing something sexy before the match. I dunno, maybe Char would have been adversely affected, but how was I to know?
I could see Char was confidant, probably overly so. She hefted her chest around as we talked, possibly trying to entice me… or intimidate me. I couldn’t tell which. Char’s advantage would be her greater weight, and presumably her greater strength. Plus, her huge boobs might play a factor, for better or worse. My advantage would be my greater wrestling skill and my far greater experience. It could be a fairly equal match. But I didn’t want an equal match… I wanted to subdue Char and dominate her utterly. I wanted my revenge for the nude wrestling she’d tricked me into at the WOHP… and it had been in front of women I’d mostly not known! Plus, I wanted to get revenge for the way she’d treated Julie when she’d beaten her at the WOHP.
I had a strategy for the evening, one I hoped would allow me to best her totally. If only I could stay out of trouble long enough to bring it to fruition! It was kind of the wrestling equivalent of boxing’s ‘rope-a-dope’. It wasn’t like I could keep out of Char’s reach, but perhaps I could wrestle her more vigorously than she likely anticipated, and for a longer period of time. As long as she didn’t get too big a chance to apply her superior weight & strength against me too soon, the strategy would probably be a good one.
Char guzzled down the last of the wine, and I took that as a signal for me to finish my glass. I chugged it down quickly, and stood up to face her. “It looks like we’re ready,” I told her as she rose.
“Yup, enough of the small talk… and on to the main event,” she replied with a crooked smile.
“Say, do you mind if we wear stockings tonight… you know, nude otherwise?” she asked.
I was a little surprised, but what the heck. If she had a thing for stockings, that was probably to my advantage. “Sure, I told her. Whatever you want is fine.”
“Wait here just a second while I scrounge some up,” she replied, her back already to me as she trotted into the bedroom nearby.
Char was back in a flash so I knew she’d had it planned all along. She handed me a pair of scarlet-red, thigh-high, pull-up hose. “I’ll take the black pair,” she advised, dropping her shorts and panties to the carpeting before sitting back down on the couch to slip on her pull-up hose. I did likewise, sitting only a couple inches to her side, both of us now bottomless. Char pulled off her top and through it to the side, which I did as well. Other than the pull-up hose, we were both completely naked, sitting next to each other on the couch just inches apart. Her boobs seemed even larger this close up and they tended to sway gently back and forth as she talked. Her brownish nipples were huge… and fully erect. I’d certainly have my hands full tonight, if not my mouth.
“Since you’re the visitor, “I’ll let you set the rules,” Char started. “But maybe you should see the wrestling area before you decide.”
She stood up, indicating that I follow her to the bedroom. For a somewhat overweight woman, Char had surprisingly little cellulite, mostly in her thighs, which may have been the reason for the hose. Char opened the door to the bedroom, motioning me inside, saying, “Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly…”
And what a parlor it was!! The room was enormous, with a huge, circular bed in the middle. The hot-pink comforter had been drawn down and the pillows removed. All that remained were the hot-pink satin sheets. There was no headboard of any sort, and no obstacles. It was the perfect bed for a wrestling match!! Char was definitely into lust in a big way!!
It was a moment before I replied, “But which of us is to be the spider… and which the fly?” I told her, hoping to rattle her a bit in return.
Char was nonplussed and unimpressed, saying, “I usually have silk sheets, but they were so slippery that I switched to these,” needing to explain the seeming deficiency. “So, what’s to be the rules?”
I’d already thought it over, and replied quickly, “Just one fall, by submission only. It won’t be over until one of us verbally yields to the other. Other than hitting, kicking, scratching and biting, anything goes!”
“Whoa!! That leaves a lot … things could get mighty interesting!” she grinned wickedly.
Normally, this wasn’t my best type of rules, but I’d had experience with them, and I was fairly certain that Char had not. So, a rules catfight-style match might be to my advantage. At least I hoped it would.
“C’mon, let’s get started,” Char said impatiently motioning me over to the side of the bed opposite her. “I can hardly wait to get you down and force you to slake my hot & juicy!” she snickered. She reached for a remote control, and pressed one of the buttons. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was, as the bed began to vibrate decidedly. Oh my…
Char was obviously trying to intimidate me with foul-mouthed trash talking. But I’d heard it all before, as she continued to spew forth various insults as we climbed onto the pulsating bed on our knees.
“Just one more rule, if you don’t mind, Char,” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied. “Just get on with it.”
I’d just thought of another way to gain advantage, and I hoped Char would bite. “This bed is so perfect for wrestling that I say we must wrestle only on the bed. So, if one of us falls off, the person who touches the floor first has to allow free, unrestricted access to their body for a slow-count of 10 before restarting.”
“Yum, a very good rule!” she chortled.
Maybe lust would be her undoing. At least I hoped it would as I kneeled on the wildly gyrating bed to face her. Char’s huge boobs shook back and forth from the vibrations as she approached for the clinch. “Prepare to meet my pussy,” she growled as she lurched at me.
But I was ready for her, our hands meeting for a test of strength. Our bodies drew closer as we grimaced and strained against the other. I’d been correct in assuming Char was the stronger. I could barely hold my own as she forced her huge, vibrating 36D’s against my smaller 34B’s. Char was clearly trying to intimidate me, as well as bowl me over. I had no doubt that she’d go for a face-sit at the first opportunity. And, she was big enough & strong enough that I might not be able to get loose.
I backed up a little more, trying to escape the onslaught of her mammoth boobs. Her strength & weight were overpowering, but it was her boobs that were the most overwhelming as she whacked her chest against mine repeatedly. Char smiled in glee as she was clearly getting the better of me as I continued to retreat. Then finally, she toppled me over backwards, pouncing on me and straddling me at the waist. I wriggled and flailed against her waist, trying to prevent the inevitable. Maybe Char would prove to be too much for me, her butt now sitting atop my boobs, squashing them flat.
As her hairy crotch rapidly approached my face, I realized that I was in very deep trouble. I wriggled my upper body and pushed against the vibrating bed with my legs, shoving off towards the edge of the circular bed. Now her thighs were alongside my head, holding my shoulders down. My arms were trapped under her legs, pretty much useless. Char’s pussy was just inches above my face and quickly bearing down upon me. I wriggled further, inching ever closer to the edge of the bed. I couldn’t tell how close to the edge we were, but I thrashed around trying to unsettle her before it was too late. I bridged, arching my back as far as I could, and twisted to the side. However, Char settled back upon my boobs to keep me in place… but she did have to pull her pussy back for the moment to re-secure her hold over me.
As Char decided to give it another try, I continued inching us towards the edge of the bed. This time, when Char tried to face-sit, I bridged again and Char went tumbling off of me to the side, ultimately landing butt-first on the floor. She grunted, rising quickly to rejoin me on the bed. It had been a narrow escape, and I’d learned that it would be best not to get into another test of strength with her.
“Almost had you there. But I’ll get you next time,” she told me confidently. And why shouldn’t she say as much? She’d almost finished me off before we’d barely begun!
“Hey,” I told her as she came at me to restart. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Oh yeah. How could I forget that?” she said moving slowly towards me on her knees. Her hairy bush literally bristling with anticipation. Stopping just inches away & still facing towards me, Char spread her knees apart slightly, saying huskily, “Here, have at me… and I’ll do the counting!”
I wasted no time. I threw my chest at hers and wrapped my left arm behind her back. My right hand went straight for her wet, pulsating clit. Char moaned loudly, unable to count whatsoever for a time. “Whatsamatter Char, feeling bushwhacked…” I mocked.
A strained ‘Uuuhhhh,’ was the only reply I heard. Finally after what must have been 30 seconds or more, still on our knees, Char slowly began to count. I didn’t try to stop her directly, instead mashing my boobs against her more mammoth ones. Char moaned some more, slowing the count somewhat. Lust was definitely her weakness!
Eventually Char reached the nine-count, so I prepared myself for whatever came next. Upon ten, I put everything I had into one big push, this time being the one to bowl her opponent over. Char landed on her back, and I was lying on my side, pressing against her side. Her left arm was trapped beneath my body, but her right hand was still free. I grabbed at it with my right hand, soon securing her flailing arm and transferring control to my left arm, which was wrapped around her neck. I scissored her right leg, effectively trapping her there. Char had all of her limbs trapped, unable to defend herself from my free right hand. I went straight for the biggest targets… her two mammoth boobs. I clawed and squeezed, and soon Char was screaming in pain, cursing up a storm, telling me how she’d even up the score. She thrashed hard, trying to get free, but I had her too well, first punishing one breast, and then the other with my free right hand.
Our faces were only inches apart and Char was hissing venomously in my ear about getting revenge. I switched tactics and went for her clit, applying only light pressure as I let the vibrations of the bed do the work. Her hisses switched abruptly to cooing noises and I heard nothing about seeking revenge for a while.
But then I switched again, clawing hard at her breasts. Char resumed her frantic struggle, trying to get loose, still unable to mount much of a defense. I hoped that maybe she’d weaken some from the continued struggle. I knew I could outlast her, but the match had to continue long enough…
Inspiration finally struck for Char, and she rolled towards me, effectively rolling over on top of me. But I still had her leg scissored and her left arm trapped… and my right hand was still clawing her right breast. But then she abruptly rolled back hard the other way and continued the roll until we both fell off the edge of the bed. Unfortunately, it was me who hit the floor first this time!
Char cackled as we got up and made our way back to the center of the bed. It would have been ridiculous to try to stand up on the wildly vibrating bed, so we again kneeled, facing each other. “I think you could use some of your own medicine,” she crowed, reaching around behind me with her left arm, suddenly grabbing my left arm and twisting it viciously behind my back. Her right arm went directly for my clit, and by the rules, I couldn’t stop her. Char started stroking my clit very rapidly, going for broke. But she made a mistake in assuming I was in the same incredibly aroused state as herself. The rapid stroking on a barely wet pussy did very little to arouse me further. Char seemed to have no clue, mistaking my pursuing the ten-count for desperation on my part. She stroked ever faster, which was more of an irritation at that point. Her breasts flailed against me as I reached ten, but I was ready for her. I pulled my left arm from behind, trapping her left arm instead. As she pushed against me, it was an easy matter to use her arm as leverage and roll her onto her back. I rolled over a little more, and then placed her left arm between my thighs, securing it there. I lay sideways atop her, chest-to-chest, for a cross-body pin. Both of my free hands held her right arm in place as I held her down tight.
The object wasn’t to pin her, but to force Char to expend energy in getting free. She struggled mightily, but was unable to get free. I mashed my boobs against her huge orbs, humiliating her further. Then I shifted forwards a little until my boobs were in her face. Char tried to move her trapped right hand towards my crotch, but my legs were too strong and she was stopped short of her goal. In the meantime, I attempted to block her air supply using my boobs. In the overwhelming presence of Char’s mammoth boobs, I wasn’t sure my 34B’s could do the job. But I’d done it before with other women, and I told myself I could do it again. So I redoubled my efforts. I saw Char’s eyes go wide as I finally managed to snuff off her air supply. She flailed around wildly, until her mouth came free, gasping air desperately. I re-positioned, covering her mouth once more. Char struggled wildly, trying to free herself, somehow managing to gasp a breath of air from time to time. But to her credit, when the opportunity came to speak up, she didn’t offer a submission. But the hold had to be taking a huge toll on her energy reserves. And, I was still fresh as ever!
Finally, I decided the hold had taken enough out of Char that I could ‘release’ her. I pretended to lapse, and Char quickly rose. But I was behind her quickly, securing a full nelson before she got very far. I pulled her backwards on top of me and wrapped my legs around her waist from behind and below her. My red, nylon-clad legs wrapped around her waist surprising well, the lack of friction allowing a much tighter grip than usual. Char grimaced and grunted, again cursing venomously at her misfortune. She flailed, using all of her considerable strength in an attempt to free herself. But a full nelson is a tough hold to brute strength your way out of, and Char couldn’t quite muster the strength… maybe earlier in the match, but not now. Again, she was the one struggling and expending energy, and I was the one who wasn’t working hard at all.
My red, nylon-clad legs had encircled Char’s waist from behind, and I now applied even more pressure, letting her know how badly she was wrapped up. Thankfully, she had never been able to use her black, nylon-clad legs upon me. Char grunted loudly as I squeezed ever harder. I applied pressure at her neck at the same time, and I knew Char was suffering terribly. But I didn’t feel sorry for her. She’d no doubt planned something far worse for me.
I could feel Char fading, her struggles to get free becoming weaker and weaker. She had to have been in a lot of pain, too, but still no submission. She was a very determined woman, but unfortunately for her, not a very talented wrestler. I released her from the full nelson, pretending she had freed herself. Instead, I grabbed hold of her long blond hair, pulling back cruelly. Char gasped hard, a short scream escaping her lips, as the extent of her new difficulties sunk in. I worked her over, yanking at her long tresses all the harder, noting the dark roots for the first time. ‘So, she isn’t really a blond,’ I thought subconsciously. But Char was tough, still unwilling to cry out her submission.
After a time, I switched tactics again and released her hair, while still maintaining the waist scissors from behind. My hands went straight for her breasts, each squeezing one of her huge orbs viciously. Char screamed out in pain, and immediately tried to pry my hands from her boobs. My own boobs were pressed up against her back where she couldn’t retaliate. I clawed harder and harder as Char pulled at my hands trying to free herself from the dual reverse-breast claw. The harder she pulled, the harder it must have hurt.
“Wanna submit?” I asked.
“Never!” she hissed back. “I’ll have my revenge. You’ll lick my pussy when I get back on top!”
Char was definitely no quitter. But I didn’t foresee her getting her wish. She could always hope, though. I let her pull my hands free of her boobs. Char gasped in relief, rolling away a bit, not realizing what was next. When she turned to retaliate, I was ready for her with my legs poised about her neck. I twisted her arms around, soon securing a figure four head scissors upon the hapless Char. Her face was against my pussy, and her arms flailed helplessly in the air. I lay on my side, and Char lay any way that I wanted her to. I smothered her face against my pussy, and I admit to liking the way her hot, haggard breath rasped across my pussy, that is, whenever I let her have a breath.
Char was helpless, weak and humiliated. I don’t know how she had held out so long. But, I was becoming all the more aroused as her hot raspy breath wafted across my pussy. I was in no hurry. Finally, Char succumbed, hitting her hand on the bed as a signal.
“C’mon Char, say it,” I told her, letting her come up for air.
“Mmmpppfff. I submit!” she literally cried, sobbing woefully.
“All right, but you’ll have to service me right where we sit. Okay?” I told her forcefully.
“Fine, fine. Just don’t clamp down on my face and neck again!” she cried. “I’ve had enough. You’re the better woman!” she continued, sobbing.
I felt a little guilty, but only a little. In the meantime, her hot, raspy breath continued to waft across my pussy, and I was very ready for her to service me. “Okay, I’ll let you go. But you stay right there and do some magic with your tongue!”
I released the head scissors, and thankfully Char was good for her word. She dove right in vigorously, and I got hotter and hotter. Char certainly didn’t shirk, driving her tongue hard against my clit. Soon, I was gasping and shrieking in pleasure, and afterwards, I could see Char take some measure of triumph for it. But she had clearly lost, and very decidedly.
As I dressed to leave, Char asked, “Any chance you’d be willing to pleasure me?”
“No way Char, you know the rules, and besides, if the roles were reversed, what would you do?” I replied.
“Yeah, I see your point. Well maybe we could have a rematch sometime?” she asked.
“Maybe,” I told her. “But you’ll have to learn more about actual wrestling before I reconsider.”
“Yeah. Okay. Well, see you later then,” she said as I strolled out the bedroom door. I turned back for one last look, knowing what I’d see. Char was lying back on the bed, her hand to her pussy, moaning as she stroked herself. I closed the main door behind me, and left Char to herself.
Hubby would really be surprised when I told him what I’d done while he was out of town. But how much would I really tell him?
The End (of Chapter 5).