The Furtive Fighter, Part 3: Threesome Round Robin Wrestling
It was Ginger’s turn to stay at my house for the month. After that we’d move back to her house. We’d been switching back & forth for some time now, and quite frankly, it was getting old. Certainly, we were committed to one another, and being together almost constantly was feeling pretty normal, but something was going to have to change. One of us would have to sell our house so we could move in together, or…
But tonight we had other plans, and there would be no serious discussions. We’d invited Janet over in remuneration for our use of the mansion last month. It was to be a very informal get-together, probably just some sort of pasta, salad, etc. Janet volunteered to bring a nice wine, ‘something that goes with pasta and red sauce,’ we’d told her.
Although we invited her to bring a male friend, Janet didn’t sound too certain about it, saying, ‘I’m in-between men at the moment, but I’ll let you know if something comes up.’
Janet arrived stag and we sat down for drinks before supper. Although she was one of Ginger’s closest friends, I’d never met Janet before. They worked together and often lunched together, but as far as I knew, they didn’t socialize outside of work.
My first impression of Janet was more physical in nature, her body being perfectly proportioned. She must have been about 5'8", around 140 pounds (about the same as Ginger), big boobs and very fit - maybe 36C-25-37. When she walked, her movements were smooth and confidant, no doubt a well-coordinated woman. Her hair was dirty blond and shoulder length with light highlighting, and just the right amount of waviness to have a nice bounce. With her sparkling blue eyes, Janet had a definite Scandinavian look about her. She appeared to be quite strong, although I probably outweighed her by about 10 pounds. My curiosity and libido were immediately aroused.
The contrast with Ginger couldn’t have been more apparent. Ginger was 5'10" or so, fairly skinny and small busted. Her hair was naturally bright red, and her body was covered everywhere with freckles, an attribute I loved dearly. Her eyes were a steely gray and very intense. She was very nimble & wiry athletic woman, and, an enthusiastic wrestler!
But I knew from experience wrestling Ginger that 10 pounds wasn’t a significant difference. Strength and skill played a major part in wrestling. But sometimes, when Ginger and I wished, attributes such as sexual arousal and sexual prowess played a part, too.
But I was getting way ahead of myself. Janet wasn’t here to wrestle. This was just an informal dinner party. Regardless, while the three of us socialized before dinner, sipping a fine wine, I decided to slip in a few discreet questions for her.
“So Janet, I notice that you seem unusually fit. Tell me, how do you do it?” I asked.
Ginger smiled, knowing the source of the questioning. Janet didn’t seem to have noticed though, replying without hesitation. “Thanks, I work hard to stay fit. I have a membership at Silver’s Gym. You know, personal trainer and all that stuff. It’s really helped me a lot. I could probably hold my own with most guys, even.”
Then she flexed her arms in a muscle pose, and I admit to being impressed at the significant bulge in her biceps. I could feel the tension quite clearly. The gauntlet had been thrown down, and by our dinner guest, no less.
Ginger seemed quite surprised, too. “So, Janet, have you defeated any males lately,” Ginger asked coyly, clearly digging for the source of Janet’s disclosure.
“No Ginger, not recently. How about you?” Janet replied brazenly.
Ginger had no reply to Janet’s query, taken completely aback. Janet had replied very quickly to Ginger’s question, maybe a little too quickly. Did she know something?? The conversation seemed too pat. It seemed as though Janet might have rehearsed the verbal exchange earlier.
As if on cue, the kitchen timer rang off, neatly cleaving my thoughts regarding Janet’s motives. We moved into the kitchen area and Ginger removed the vegetarian lasagna platter from the oven. Ginger set Janet and me to tossing the salad while she set the table, and so forth.
I thought maybe the moment had passed, that perhaps Janet had accidentally strayed onto the subject. But that wasn’t the case. As we broke off pieces of romaine lettuce for the salad, Janet nudged me with her hips, saying, “How about it Rob? Any women try to beat you up lately?”
Ginger was standing nearby, so I knew Janet wasn’t propositioning me or anything. Janet clearly knew something of our wrestling activities. Before I could say anything, Ginger jumped in, “Okay Janet, just what is it that you know?” she demanded.
“Oh nothing really, just curious. You both seem so fit, I was just wondering…”
“Wondering what?” Ginger insisted.
I stayed out of it, deferring to the two women. “Nothing really,” Janet replied coolly. “This’ll keep until later. Let’s just sit down to our meal now and we can talk about this after dinner. Here, let me refill our glasses with wine,” she said, stepping aside and neatly changing the subject.
Janet had defused the situation for the moment, but I was on pins and needles throughout dinner wondering about what might transpire later this evening. Just what did Janet know? And where was this leading? Did she have pictures of us, or something? Was she going to expose our little secret to someone, maybe someone where she & Ginger worked? The possibilities seemed endless, and I had trouble making conversation. Midway through dinner, though, I realized that Ginger no longer seemed upset. Perhaps she had figured out Janet’s motives. So I set aside my worries as Ginger had obviously done and tried to enjoy the meal.
Once the conversation got going along less sensitive lines, Janet didn’t seem like such a bad head. In fact, she seemed politically & environmentally well informed, conversant in a wide range of topics. And, it seemed, she and Ginger had some sort of history together, but the details never quite came out. I determined to question Ginger more about it later, once we were alone.
After dinner, we left the dishes for later cleanup and moved to the living room. Janet didn’t waste any time, pulling her purse onto the coffee table and spilling out a large object from within. “I have a confession to make… and an apology,” Janet began. “These are a pair of cheapie night vision goggles. I saw everything the other night at the mansion. I… I’m truly sorry… especially for teasing the way I did before dinner. I couldn’t help myself. I knew a secret… an incredible secret! And I couldn’t resist the temptation to hold it over you for a time. Please forgive me,” she said with obvious sincerity.
I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully Ginger did. “I figured it was something like that, especially with your voyeuristic tendencies. But really, we don’t mind, at least I don’t think we mind,” she continued, looking to me.
‘Voyeuristic tendencies,’ my mind reeled feverishly. What the heck was that about? And just what did Ginger know that I didn’t? I filed the topic away for later, and answered Ginger’s query. “Um, sure. Of course we don’t mind, that is, as long as this is as far as it goes,” I replied, making a clumsy attempt to ‘protect’ Ginger’s honor.
Before Janet could respond, Ginger cut in, saying, “Don’t speak too quickly, honey. I don’t think that’s what Janet had in mind by telling us.” Then she looked straight at Janet, continuing, “Isn’t that right, Janet?”
Janet was on the spot, but looked nonplussed, nevertheless. “First of all, thank you for being so understanding. And as for you Rob, I had no bad intent. Sure, I have a motive for bringing up the topic, but I don’t think you’re going to mind one bit… and I hope Ginger won’t mind either.”
Ginger just smiled, not letting her off the hook. “Go on,” she said, “tell us the rest.”
Janet gulped once or twice and then continued. “She’s right about my voyeuristic tendencies. Ginger told me about the ‘lights out’ stipulation for the other night at the mansion. And when I told Ginger about the near lack of furniture and saw her response, I just knew something big was going on. So I decided to stay for a look, clandestinely. After my stint in the National Guard a few years ago, I purchased a pair of cheap night vision goggles at an online auction. So, I moved freely around the mansion that night, watching the action between the two of you unfold.”
“Aaarrrggghhh,” I sighed. “That was you in the home theatre room, wasn’t it? For the briefest of moments, I sensed maybe someone else was in there with us,” I said, wriggling my nose as if catching a scent.
“Yeah, I thought maybe you were wise to me, so I got out of there quick,” Janet replied, “and a lot sooner than I had wanted. I was absolutely amazed by what occurred that night. Gawd, was it ever erotic!” Janet gushed, not letting us get in a word. “I just wish I could've seen better… these goggles are pretty limiting. I especially liked it when Ginger got you down, Rob. And for real, too… twice even! And in a real match! I can hardly imagine the feeling,” she sighed. “Just imagine it… a woman beating a man fair and square in a wrestling fight!”
“Yeah, kind of a hot idea, isn’t it?” Ginger chimed in, feeding Janet’s frenzy.
Seeming to ignore me, the two women continued to converse for a time. I just sat there on the couch, completely fascinated by it all. Finally, they seemed to acknowledge my existence once again.
“Tell me,” Janet asked Ginger, “Do you always beat Rob?”
“No, but usually,” Ginger replied evenly. “Surely, you must have noticed that Rob won the second round.”
“Yeah, but I thought maybe you had let him win,” Janet offered.
“No way,” she replied. “None of that for us. We have honest fights with no holding back. The rules and style may change each time, but we never let up on the other.”
“Gawd! The prospect of taking a man on in such a primal contest… and besting him, at that! That is way too cool!” Janet exclaimed. “Jeez… dominating a man in a fight. I can only imagine!”
“Yeah, I admit to a certain rush when I beat Rob. But to be honest, he wins fairly often too, maybe 25% of the time,” she teased, hesitating momentarily. “Oh yeah, and losing is a rush, too! Just ask Rob!”
My honor had been besmirched and I had to stick up for myself, feeling the need to exaggerate a little. “Hey, I win at least half the time,” I scoffed.
“Sure honey, just keep telling yourself that,” she countered, dismissing me handily, turning back to Janet. “It might be as high as one-third of the time, but certainly no more than that.”
“No way,” I replied, knowing I’d done better than that. My temper flared slightly, feeling like a piece of meat that the two women were considering.
“Sorry, honey,” Ginger replied. “Janet and I became engrossed and couldn’t help it. But if you’d care to settle it later…” she asked, with an obvious wink of the eye.
“Yeah, sure. Anytime you want,” I responded, still a bit agitated.
Janet couldn’t help but notice the exchange. “Hey you guys, why don’t you settle it now? See who’s tops tonight,” she offered. “I’d love to watch!” she continued. “Maybe I could be the referee!”
I was caught off guard, speechless at the prospect. But Ginger was quick on the uptake, saying, “Sure, I think we could accommodate that. Right honey?” she asked, looking squarely at me with a crooked smile upon her face.
I was still dazed, but managed, “Yeah, okay. You’re on!”
“With the lights on this time?” Janet asked with a smirk.
“Certainly, we often wrestle with full lighting,” I answered.
“And naked??” she queried uncertainly.
“Um hmm. Is that all right with you, honey?” Ginger asked me.
I had no problem with it, although I admit to more than a little uncertainty about putting on a naked wrestling exhibition for a dinner guest. It seemed like Janet had nothing at stake in the deal. I should have known better, as Ginger always had something up her sleeve.
“But you know Janet… you could wrestle, too,” Ginger offered.
I held my breath in anticipation. Janet seemed to think it over for a moment, looking first to Ginger and then to me, and then back to Ginger. “Jeez, I never considered the possibility. I’d hoped just to watch the two of you, but now I’m not so sure. Maybe the two of you could go first and let me think about it.”
“Okay, for now,” Ginger replied. “You can be the referee. You’ll be on the mat, right next to us, close to the action… with a perfect view. But I won’t let you off that easily. We aren’t gonna be naked…” Ginger paused for effect, “unless you are, too!”
My mind reeled! Was there a chance that Janet might wrestle one or both of us? At the very least, in order to see Ginger and I wrestle naked, she’d have to be naked herself… and right alongside us!
But before I could think it through completely, Ginger stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the couch. “C’mon honey, let’s get naked and fight!” she smiled sweetly, looking over towards Janet.
When Janet didn’t rise from the couch immediately, Ginger taunted her, saying, “What’s the matter Janet? Can’t match your words with action?”
That was too much for Janet, as she shot out of the couch and to her feet. “Hey, no problem,” she replied. This evening’s just full of surprises… and for me, too.”
Ginger literally pulled me downstairs to our special wrestling area. We had spent a lot of time setting it all up. First there was a full-sized regulation mat reaching fully to each of three padded, tiled walls of the basement. After that, there were all sorts of specialized optional equipment, such as ring ropes, oil-proof coverings, couch, lightweight queen bed, mattresses, etc., etc. For lighting, we could choose full fluorescent ceiling lights, very dim incandescent lights at the four corners, or candlelight. ‘Black lights’ could be substituted for the fluorescents for glow-in-the-dark effects. And, we had a host of costumes for various role-playing battle scenarios. Ginger had a vivid imagination, and I had learned to indulge it fully!
Tonight, the basement was in a simple mat setup with the couch a couple feet away. Ginger switched on the overhead fluorescents for full lighting. Then she moved out onto the mat area and pulled off her shirt and bra, reduced to blue jeans only. Following her lead, I stepped onto the mat across from Ginger, pulled off my shirt and tossed it aside.
Ginger could have stopped right there for all I cared. This was one of my favorite wrestling scenarios - topless and blue jeans for each of us. But Ginger had other plans.
“Your turn now, Janet,” Ginger continued. “If you want us to wrestle wearing fewer clothes, you’ll have to wear fewer clothes, too. In fact, we’ll let it be your choice. You can take the lead. When you take off a piece of clothing, so will we take off the same piece of clothing.”
Janet was stuck. If she wanted to engage her ‘voyeuristic tendencies,’ she’d have to reply in kind. She didn’t need much time to think it over, unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it to the floor off to the side of the mat. She removed her black bra next, grinning as she popped two large breasts free of their confinement. Janet caught me staring, and didn’t seem to mind. But Ginger was in control of the situation, and if I weren’t meant to see, then none of this would be happening. I just thanked my lucky stars and stared intently at Janet’s two full breasts.
Janet returned my stare, but I refused to turn away, showing ‘voyeuristic tendencies’ of my own. Her breasts were firm, dangling ‘just so’ very attractively. Her nipples were bright pink, becoming erect almost immediately upon exposure to the cool air of the basement. Finally, my gaze shifted to her shoulders - much wider and stronger looking than on most women. In fact, from her waist to her shoulders, she had the look of a female gymnast - strong, with a nicely tapered waist and reasonably broad shoulders. My mind fogged over from the possibilities.
Janet seemed to be giving me time to look her over before continuing. “Okay, I guess it’s my lead now,” she teased, slipping off her shoes before slithering out of her blue jeans, grinning all the while.
Ginger did likewise, kicking her shoes off the mat area and tossing her jeans aside. I did the same. Ginger and I now faced each other on the mat with her wearing a small red thong and me wearing dark blue boxers.
Janet wore a tiny, black thong. She looked at me, clearly disappointment by the boxer shorts. “I had thought about stopping here, but Rob isn’t nearly naked enough!” she teased. “I guess I’ll have to go all the way!”
Before I knew it, Janet had slipped out of her tiny thong. She was standing off to the side of the mat area, totally naked in all her glory, twirling slowly for us to see. The voyeur was also an exhibitionist, I realized!
I saw her ass first - it was full & very round, with firm, somewhat muscular looking cheeks. As she spun further, a light brown, curly thatch greeted my eyes. Much preferring ‘unshorn’ females, I decided Janet might still be a natural blond. Then she slowed to a stop and turned her gaze upon us. The intention was clear. Janet wanted to see what we ‘had’, as if she didn’t already know… although she’d said the view through the night vision goggles wasn’t that good.
Ginger slipped her thong off quickly and tossed it aside. Then the two women turned their gaze upon me. Suddenly it was my turn, I realized, as the two women stared intently at my boxer shorts waiting for me to disrobe. I was little shy in front of Janet, but what the heck, she’d gone first.
As I slipped my shorts to my ankles, I finally realized my good fortune. Here I was with two beautiful, naked women, and I was going to wrestle with at least one of them! What could have been better? Few things, very few things indeed, was the answer.
Ginger and I both spun around slowly in front of Janet. To my surprise, she was looking at both Ginger and me. When Janet looked at me, it was mostly at my manhood. I was somewhat embarrassed, but pleased by her interest and started getting hard.
“Okay, now that we’re all naked, let’s get started,” Ginger began, noticing my ever-enlarging manhood. “Rob, I can see you’re ready to go. Just how do you want to do this tonight?”
“Oh, I dunno. For most of the night I’ve been in a daze. I’ll defer to your judgment,” I told her.
“Janet, how about you? You’re the guest here,” Ginger asked next.
“Well, uh, far be it from me to decide…” replied Janet.
“Oh, get off it Janet. We both know you’re dying to have your say,” Ginger interrupted.
“All right, all right. I kind of like the rules from the other night at the mansion. You guys wrestle-fight hard, tiring each other out and finally winning by use of a sex hold of some sort. Is that good enough for you?” Janet replied hungrily.
“Gotcha, and thanks,” Ginger replied. “Happy to comply, too.”
Ginger motioned for me to get set, then said, “Okay Janet, you come over nearby. All you have to do is stay close to the action. Your job is simple… you decide when one of us wins and the other loses. If the action moves off the mat, you can call ‘break’ and we’ll restart at the center of the mat. This is friendly style wrestling, so there shouldn’t be much to it. Just remember you’re in charge. Okay?”
Janet nodded her consent, then Ginger added one more thing, “And, you also give us the signal to start!”
Janet grinned quickly, calling out, “At your ready, wrestle!”
Ginger moved in quickly, no doubt trying to catch me flatfooted. And it worked, too! I was still dazed by the unexpectedness of the evening’s events, so I went to the mat with a thud. Ginger was all over me, her smallish breasts in the face and long legs entwined about my thighs and crotch. Her hands held my wrists in check, and all I could do was thrash about and try to get loose somehow. Janet was nearby, closely monitoring the action, wearing a huge grin. As I struggled vainly to free myself, I recalled Janet’s earlier statement about ‘taking a man on in such a primal contest… and besting him.’ I saw the look in her eyes and knew that Janet was totally enthralled by my current predicament.
From a wrestling point of view, I wasn’t very pleased by my situation either, although both of the women seemed quite content. Enmeshed in battle as we were, I soon forgot my earlier discomfort at being naked around Janet. All that mattered now was besting Ginger.
I managed to wrest my wrists free of Ginger’s handgrip and push her over so she was now beneath me. Janet let out a whoop in exclamation, obviously very excited by the reversal. My thigh pressed between Ginger’s thighs, making surface contact with her bare pussy. I dry humped her crotch with my thigh, but it was far too early in the match to be very effective.
“Do you give, Ginger?” Janet asked excitedly from alongside, effectively getting into her role as referee.
“No way, not yet,” grunted Ginger. “I’ve got plenty left.”
And with that, I found myself once more on my back, but I was ready this time and continued the roll so that Ginger was again on her back. Things went back and forth from there for a while, with me on top, and then Ginger on top. With each reversal, Janet dutifully asked whether either of us submitted, although I’m sure both women realized it would be far easier to tell when I ‘gave’.
Eventually, Ginger and I rolled off the mat and onto the floor on the side of the mat not bordering a wall. Janet called “Break!” and we let loose of each other. Ginger and I moved to center area, standing upright, waiting for the signal to start.
But Janet had other ideas, clearly wanting to force the contest to a climactic finale, even at this early stage, saying, “Okay you two, down on your knees, facing each other. We’re going to restart a bit differently than before.” Janet was grinning from ear to ear, as she commanded our movements. “Now, scoot together so that your knees are touching. Ginger, when I say ‘wrestle’, use your right hand and grab Rob’s cock. Now Rob, when I say ‘wrestle,’ you’ll use your right hand and grope Ginger’s clit. Then both of you wrap your left arms around the other’s body and hold on for dear life until one of you orgasms.
I had no objection to the request, even though I was completely ‘horned up’ and would be at a tremendous disadvantage. It was the fact that Janet had requested such a hold that made things interesting, as I assumed this was the sort of thing she’d be interested in doing herself. I ‘obeyed’ readily and was soon knee-to-knee with Ginger. Our hands were at our sides, kind of like gunslingers, getting ready to ‘draw’ on the other.
“Okay, both of you spread your knees about a foot apart,” Janet grinned as we complied. Then she called out, “At your ready, sex-wrestle!
My right hand shot out, fumbling for a moment before locating Ginger’s rock hard clit. I’d lost precious time as Ginger had already pumped my rigid rod numerous times. Her arm clutched around my waist and I felt like helpless prey caught in a snare. It took me a moment to wrap my left arm similarly around Ginger’s back. By then, I felt my ‘demise’ was imminent, so I barreled Ginger over backwards onto her back. To her credit, she kept her grip on my rod, while I faltered. Ginger, sensing my weakened state, smiled coyly and easily rolled me over onto my back and held my right leg to the mat with her right leg, all the while pumping my weakened rod vigorously with her hand. I’d all but forgotten about her clit as I was overcome by a roaring orgasm.
Ginger released my rod and pressed her hands against my shoulders for a pin, as I lay there drained. Janet got the idea, saying, “This round goes to Ginger, winning by ‘FO’ and pin.”
Ginger looked over at Janet, asking “FO? Just what is an FO?”
“Forced Orgasm, obviously,” she smiled back. “Rob was clearly outclassed. You forced him out, so to speak,” Janet spouted.
“Um hmm, I suppose so. I got him good,” Ginger replied. “He barely knew what hit him.”
Ginger wasn’t far from correct, but I wasn’t going to admit it, as I finally came to my senses. “Alright, I’ll concede that round,” I huffed quietly.
Ginger got up & tossed a box of tissues to me. Janet watched carefully as I cleaned myself up, and then got to her feet to join Ginger. Ginger handed Janet one of the bathrobes we kept handy, and then tossed one to me. I got to my feet, put on my robe and joined the two women on the nearby couch, each already sipping on a beer. Ginger handed me a brew as I sat down alongside her, all of us now robed, although Janet’s major cleavage still showed to excess.
Janet sat to the other side of Ginger, literally bubbling with enthusiasm. “I had no idea how erotic wrestling could be,” she said, “especially between the sexes! The night vision goggles were a lot more limiting than I’d realized! But now… now that I’ve witnessed it firsthand… incredible!” she enthused.
“Um hmm,” replied Ginger. “Rob and I have battled lots of times, but each time is like the first… major, major hot and exciting!”
“Yeah, there’re two levels of battle going on simultaneously, the physical and the erotic,” I added. “Sometimes its one more than the other, and sometimes it’s both at once. Either way, it’s a hell of a trip.”
Janet continued gushing enthusiastically about the battle she’d just witnessed. Ginger and I let her go, feeding her frenzy from time to time, telling her what it felt like at various stages of our match. As the beers became depleted, Ginger popped the question, “So, Janet, feel like giving it a try?” she asked.
“Um, no. I couldn’t really,” Janet replied unconvincingly.
“You could wrestle Ginger,” I offered hopefully.
“Oh no, I couldn’t really,” Janet countered. “The two of you… you know… have something special between you. I just couldn’t.”
Ginger looked her straight in the eye and replied, “Remember, you owe me.”
I had no idea what that was about, so I stayed out of it. “You could wrestle me first, and then Rob after that,” Ginger queried. “We’ll make it a round robin type of thing.”
Ginger knew that I’d wanted this sort of thing - battling with two women - and apparently was making good on it right now. She stared intensely at Janet, then added, “It’s okay, Janet… really.”
Janet hesitated for a few moments, and then finally smiled broadly, saying, “All right, I’ll do it. But for now, all I’ll promise is one match against Ginger.”
“Yes!” I enthused, not really caring whether I’d engage in more action or not. “I’ll referee for you.”
Ginger and Janet smiled knowingly at each other, seeing my obvious ‘enthusiasm’ somehow managing to rise once more.
Janet grabbed a scrunchy from her purse to secure her blond tresses into a ponytail. The two women then moved out onto the mat, while I tagged along feeling somewhat superfluous to the whole thing. But that was okay. I’d have a bird’s eye view of Ginger and Janet’s naked match!
Then Janet balked once more, hesitating shyly before spelling it out for me, “There’s just one more thing I need to tell you… I’m bisexual… with more of a tendency towards women.”
At first I was surprised, but then I realized I wasn’t really that surprised, recounting a few other things she’d said tonight. I looked over to Ginger for guidance, but she was clearly nonplussed by it all. I now realized that Ginger already knew and that Janet had ‘come clean’ only for my benefit… in essence cluing me in to the fact that their battle would also be both physical and erotic! I was surely going to question Ginger later, but set further queries aside for now. “Ginger…” I asked.
“Um hmm, honey. It’s okay, as long as you’re okay with it,” she replied, a pleading look on her face.
I’d just learned something new about my Ginger! And I was more than a little surprised by it. My mind reeled quickly, considering all the possibilities. Jealousy went right out the window as I replied as evenly as I could manage, “Umm, fine honey. Go for it, you two. Knock each other out, so to speak,” I smiled, inordinately pleased with myself for the joke.
Having cleared that hurdle, Janet didn’t hesitate any further, now seeming quite enthusiastic at the prospect of wrestling with Ginger. The two women circled slowly on the mat, considering their opening moves. Janet’s 36C boobs swayed slowly back and forth as she gradually circled the mat, her pink nipples enlarged and rigid. The nipples on Ginger’s smaller, 34A boobs were a brighter shade of pink than Janet’s, and pointier, too, with freckles everywhere! Janet’s body was completely tanned, while Ginger was freckled & pale, having seen little sunlight. Ginger was tall and skinny, while Janet was a few inches shorter and more filled out. Even with the startling contrast, there was still the fact that these two beautiful women were about the same weight.
Janet started things out with a clumsy lunge for Ginger’s leg. Ginger backed up a step, easily deflecting Janet’s attack. But Janet kept at it, backing Ginger into one of the corners. I followed close behind, marveling at their enthusiasm.
Ginger was trapped in the corner and Janet was trying to figure how to take advantage. Then, to my surprise, Janet hurled herself into Ginger, body to body. Ginger let out an ‘ooommmpppfff,’ clearly not expecting anything of the sort. Janet took a step back and did it again, Ginger letting out another ‘ooommmpppfff,’ surprise registered clearly on her face.
I was worried, but probably shouldn’t have been. Janet stepped back once more and launched herself at Ginger, but this time Ginger was ready for her with outstretched hands. She latched onto Janet’s big boobs and squeezed hard just as their bodies clashed. Janet let out a wild scream and tried to back away. But Ginger followed her closely, and then tripped her backwards as she stepped away. Janet landed flat on her back with Ginger on top, still squeezing her two melons viciously.
“Oh yeah,” Ginger hissed between clenched teeth, “You like it rough, don’t you? Well, I can fight rough, too, Janet!”
“Um hmm. Good,” Janet grunted in reply, “because that’s the way this fight is headed.” She flipped Ginger to the side, forcing her to release the boob-lock.
I didn’t know how Ginger knew that Janet ‘liked it rough,’ but I was certainly going to find out later. I’d had no idea that Ginger could fight such a rough and tumble style. Janet clearly brought it out in her, the two of them tumbling fast and hard around the mat, searching for a dominant position from which to pummel the other. I followed close behind, watching the action excitedly, more a voyeur than a referee. I marveled at how comfortable the two women seemed, naked, rolling around with each together.
Their bodies were a sinewy snarl of arms and legs tangled about each other as they fought hard all around the mat. I could tell that Ginger was the better of the two, but despite the fact, Janet held her own well. Finally, they rolled over near one wall and Ginger trapped Janet sidelong against it. Janet was so wildly hot that she nearly frothed at the mouth.
Ginger held Janet’s arms down above her head and then inserted her thigh between Janet’s legs, massaging her crotch area firmly. Janet gasped loudly, then screamed like a banshee in frenzied orgasm. Ginger was caught off guard by the suddenness of it, as well as the explosiveness. The look on Ginger’s face said it all, seeming to say, ‘How’d that happen? I’d hardly begun!’
Maybe we should have taken Janet at her word when’d said how exciting it all was, but neither of us had realized she’d be equally excited at the prospect of wrestling another female!!
After a few moments, Ginger finally rolled off of Janet and I helped her to her feet. I knew Ginger could have rolled off sooner and had stayed atop Janet to help her ‘get off’ properly. I filed the observation away, vowing to ask her about it sometime later.
Then Ginger reached down and helped Janet to her feet. The two women made their way over to the couch, slipped on their robes and then plopped down a couple feet apart. I grabbed my robe & another set of beers, passed them out and sat down between the two women. “Pretty intense,” I began, “I had no idea you’d…”
“Yeah, well,” Janet interrupted, “As you may have noticed, I like my sex rough… and that’s what it was.”
“Yeah, you got your wish,” Ginger smiled from the other side of me.
“That I did… that I did,” she said, somewhat mesmerized.
We sat there for a while, not saying much of anything, letting the two women recover from their ordeal. Ginger had two victories, while Janet and I each had one loss. If Janet and I tangled, it would be for second place. But I wasn’t so sure I wanted to ‘wrestle’ with Janet, being uncertain what I’d do if things turned rough. With Ginger, I always knew we’d never hurt each other, so that made it easy. But what would happen if Janet started playing rough and I had no choice? Would I just let her plow me over? Or would I fight back in an equal manner? I had no idea what the answer would be. But from the looks of the two women, I wasn’t sure whether Janet would be up for another match, even were she willing to go against me.
I was the last to finish my beer, perhaps trying to delay the inevitable, uncomfortable situation. Ginger broke the ice, saying, “How about it Janet? You gonna give Rob a rough time tonight?”
Aaarrrggghhh! Ginger had squarely addressed the question. “Um, uh. Janet seems pretty tired. Maybe we should let her off,” I offered sheepishly. “I doubt she really wanted to take me on, anyway.”
Janet started to reply, but Ginger interrupted. “I knew the two of you would beg off, that is, if I didn’t insist. Now Rob, you’ve been wanting something like this, round robin wrestling with two women ever since you discovered your wrestling fetish years ago. And, Janet, if I quote you correctly, ‘I can hardly imagine the feeling of it… just imagine it… a woman beating a man in a wrestling fight!’ Well here’s your chance to try. How about it you two? What do you say?”
“Um,” I mumbled.
“Well, ah, I suppose,” offered Janet tentatively, “that is if Rob’s willing… and you really don’t mind, Ginger.”
Ginger gave us both a dirty look, and then said, “Go on you two… fight! I don’t mind, really I don’t! You both know you want to!” Then she turned her gaze upon me, awaiting my answer.
I didn’t know what to do, Janet’s rough and tumble fighting style still made me uncertain. But I could hardly say no after Janet had already agreed. And I didn’t want either of the women to see my indecision, so I quickly set my doubts aside, replying enthusiastically, “Okay, sure… I’m in!”
Janet’s face was aglow, and I realized now that this meant a great deal to her. And it did for me, too, despite my doubts. I’d just have to take the match one move at a time & see where things led, matching her rough style whenever necessary. I returned her grin.
Ginger seemed quite pleased, too, which I found baffling. All I could figure is that she wished the best for both of us.
“Okay you two, up and at ‘em. Get yourselves to the center area of the mat and I’ll get you started.”
Janet was a little slow getting up from the couch, so I decided to rattle her chain. “C’mon Janet, I’ll go easy on you.”
That was all it took. Janet jumped up, threw her robe aside and came after me with gusto. I’d created a monster, I realized as Janet crashed into me, forcing me backwards until there was no room left. My back was against the wall and this very enthusiastic, naked female wrestler held my own naked form firmly there. Our naked female referee was near at hand, watching the action keenly. A curious smile crossed Janet’s face, as if she knew something I didn’t. Held at bay as I was, I took a moment to wonder once again about the connection between Ginger and Janet.
Suddenly I was roused from my thoughts, a hand firmly gripping my manhood. Her large 36C’s held my chest in check as her hand plied my rigid rod. If there had been any doubts before, there were none now. The match would be sexual and rough!
Janet had one hand entangled in one of mine. My free hand went right for Janet’s crotch, my index finger locating her rock hard clit easily. Her pungent female scent wafted through the air, the same one I’d noted at the mansion. Janet gasped at the contact and then redoubled her efforts, stroking my rod more vigorously.
Now it was my turn to gasp loudly. Ginger was close by, smiling at my predicament, joy written upon her face at seeing us battling so enthusiastically! I shook Janet’s hand free of mine and wrapped my arm around her body, and then twisted her around.
Now it was my turn to hold Janet at bay against the wall. Her hand had come free of my rod, as had mine come free of her clit. I held both of her hands above her head and against the wall. My right thigh found its way between her legs and against her crotch. Janet gasped again, and I figured she was in ‘trouble’ already. I bore down upon her with my thigh, but my balance wasn’t so good, and when Janet bounced her butt hard against the wall, I tripped and went to the mat. Janet dove on top of me and landed with a thud, clearly enamored at having the top position. Her thigh pressed upon my rigid rod as she worked to control my arms, her large boobs flailing against my chest and face. This woman was a real handful!! But Gawd was it wonderful!!
I got one hand free and went straight for her engorged right nipple, teasing and twisting it erotically, figuring that to be far more effective a weapon than pain. I realized that an erotic hold could be just as effective against Janet as a rough one. We were both gasping and groaning, torturing the other erotically. Janet definitely had the more dominant position and hold, but she’d forgotten how resistant a recently orgasmed male could be, at least compared to a recently orgasmed female. Even though Janet seemed to be winning the battle, she was actually losing it slowly. She had no idea how ‘resistant’ I’d become, trying vigorously to ‘put me away’ with the dry hump maneuver of her thigh.
I let her think I was on the edge, even though I was far from it, as I continued to tease and twist one of her nipples and then the other. By the time Janet realized my ploy, she was in deep trouble herself. She twisted away at the last second, rolling away to safety.
Janet rose to her knees to face me as I did the same, smiled slyly and said, “You’re a tricky bastard Rob, but I’ll get you no matter how resistant your rod has become.”
I knew she meant it, but I wasn’t going to be intimidated. “You’re the weak one here. Our next clinch will finish you.”
“Big talk. C’mere and show me!” she challenged.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ginger nearby, her hand between her legs, slowly stroking herself. Now I understood better about why Ginger had coaxed us so enthusiastically. Janet and I weren’t the only ones enjoying the spectacle!
I went straight for Janet’s boobs with my outstretched hands. But she brushed them aside vigorously and slipped her arms beneath mine, locking her hands together behind my back. She squeezed hard and her boobs pressed hard against me. I gasped at the sudden pressure and Janet threw me down to the mat flat on my back. This time she didn’t bother with the dry hump, electing for a wet hump instead. Janet held my shoulders down, straddling me at the waist. She sat her wet womanhood right atop my manhood and twirled back and forth slowly.
“We’ll see who is the weaker,” she teased from above. “Are you really so certain??”
She was teasing, for sure, but I remained confident in my rod’s resistance. “Um hmm. Do your worst. But you better be ready to escape once the going gets tough.”
Janet frowned for a moment, not so confident anymore. “Fine, let’s have at it then.”
Janet rubbed her womanhood firmly back and forth against my manhood, repeatedly, determined to ‘lay me out’ right there. She lost herself in the passion, inadvertently releasing my arms. My hands plied both of her nipples simultaneously, teasing, tugging and twisting them erotically. I now knew this to be one of Janet’s weaknesses, as she started huffing and puffing, clearly weakened. Finally, I realized the true nature of our battle -- it was a test of our sexual mettle, my sexual prowess versus the sexual prowess of this very determined woman!
From the corner of my eye, I saw Ginger nearby, still stroking herself, moaning softly.
“Gawd!!! What’s it gonna take to get you?” Janet screamed, rolling away, attempting to escape.
Janet managed to get to her hands and knees moving away from me, just as I tackled her from behind. She landed with a thud on the mat face down with me lying atop her. I reached around her from behind, beneath the arms and grabbed two handfuls of 36C’s. Then I rolled us to our sides, and looped my leg over hers and scissored it between my thighs. My manhood was effectively shielded while her breasts and womanhood were open to attack. As I again teased her nipples, Janet became frantic trying to protect herself. But when her hands pulled mine free of her breasts, I decided to go after her womanhood.
At this point, I figured it was all over. I knew she couldn’t last much longer this way. But I shouldn’t have counted her out so soon. Seemingly from nowhere, Janet called upon hidden reserves and rolled us over 180 degrees on the mat so that we were lying on the mat, but on our opposite sides. I quickly lost my advantage and she managed to twist free of my grasp. Janet got to her feet before I could stop her.
I rose quickly, too, not wanting Janet to take advantage. “Still think you’re the stronger, Janet?” I taunted.
“Perhaps… perhaps not,” she replied, circling about me slowly. “You’re a most difficult male. I’ll take great pleasure in finally defeating you.”
Ginger took the opportunity to interrupt. “All right, you two have toyed with each other long enough. Janet, you stay right there. Rob, you come here, facing Janet.”
Ginger pushed us together so we were only a few inches apart. “Okay, when I say, you guys go after each other until one of you ‘falters.’ There’ll be no more breaking away and escaping from here on. I expect you both to attack until one of you is wiped out. Got it?” she ordered.
We both nodded our understanding. It was a fight to the finish now with our sexual prowess on the line. Ginger grinned, calling out, “At your ready, sex-wrestle!”
Our right hands went directly to the other’s pertinent parts, our left hands wrapped about the other, as well. Janet’s boobs bounced against my chest as we struggled for the perfect hold upon the other’s sexuality, while trying to protect our own. Janet had a solid grip on my rod, as did I upon her clit. We tumbled and stumbled around the mat, struggling heavily, tiring rapidly from the effort.
As fortune would have it, Janet managed to twist us around and we tumbled into Ginger. I tripped and went to the floor, landing hard on my back. My hold on her clit was lost, as was hers upon my rigid rod. My legs sprawled outwards from the hard landing. Almost as if in slow motion, I saw Janet tumbling out of control down upon my body, her boobs landing squarely upon my manhood. I gasped at the hard contact of her firm boobs upon my manhood. It took Janet a second to realize what had happened. It was the perfect hold!!
But unfortunately for me, it took several more seconds for me to realize my predicament. Janet snaked her arms around my waist and locked them together behind my back. Then she buried her face in my abdomen and went to work on my manhood with her boobs.
There was nothing I could do! Janet’s womanhood was well out of reach and her sweat-drenched boobs barraged my manhood as if they were well oiled. I started to gasp uncontrollably as Janet rubbed her firm breasts upon my rigid rod. Ginger’s smallish boobs were unable to manage such a maneuver, so I was unprepared for the onslaught of Janet’s 36C’s upon my rigid manhood. I gasped and gulped, suddenly unable to control my actions, spasming & squirting uncontrollably upon her 36C’s!!
Once I’d succumbed, Janet slumped down upon me, sorely spent from the effort. Her boobs rested against my now softening rod. I was in ecstasy, even in defeat. Her boobs were clearly more than a match for my manhood. If we ever tangled again, I’d have to watch out…
Finally, Janet stirred, and rolled off of me. Ginger tossed a box of tissues between us so we could clean off. “Looks like you lose, honey,” she said coyly. “Janet beat you, and quite convincingly, I’d say.”
“Um hmm,” Janet added. “You fought well… almost had me a few times, too. But in the end, I beat you good… really good. And the feeling is incredible!!” she crowed. “I defeated a man at sex-wrestling!!”
We managed to stumble back onto the couch to rest, neglecting to don bathrobes this time. Janet sat close at my side. After what we’d just been through, there were no longer barriers of any sort between any of us. Ginger appeared with yet another set of beers. Ordinarily, after this much wine and beer, I’d have been too far out of it for anything. But I didn’t feel a buzz whatsoever.
Ginger sat down on the other side of me. ‘How could it get any better than this?’ I asked myself. Wrestling naked with two beautiful women, plus witnessing their naked battle, as well. Life was good… how could it get any better??
I broke the silence, telling Janet, “Yeah, okay. You did win, but when we tripped, you were mighty lucky it was me that went down on my back. Next time you might not be so lucky.”
“That wasn’t luck,” she countered. “I pushed you against Ginger to make you go down.”
“Oh yeah, right,” I continued, doubting her bluster. “And I suppose it was also your plan to land atop my rod with your major boobs.”
“Um hmm,” she smiled. “How did you know?” Janet asked innocently.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll let you off with that,” I conceded, realizing the futility of arguing further.
We made small talk about the three matches, comparing notes as we swigged on the beers. I finished my beer, waiting for the two women to drain theirs. Finally, they set their bottles aside, and I think all of us assumed that the evening was at a close.
But then Ginger piped up, “I guess I’m the big winner tonight, two wins and no losses. Nobody was able to get me!” she bragged.
“Yeah, and I came in second place with one win and one loss,” Janet chimed in. “Let’s see now Ginger, how did Rob do?” she asked facetiously.
“Hmm, zero wins and two losses I think,” Ginger replied, winking her right eyelash slyly.
By this point, I was starting to get a little pissed. Sure I’d lost to each of them, but they didn’t have to rub it in. I was about to respond, but Janet beat me to it.
“Um hmm. The hapless male was helpless before the female onslaught, ha ha,” she giggled.
“Yep, hapless and helpless,” Ginger laughed, “just the way I like them.”
That was all I could take. “Okay you two. I’ll wipe the both of you out… right here… right now.”
Ginger was beside herself, smiling all the while. “You mean two against one… Janet and me against you??” she asked.
“Um hmm. Right, but tagteam style. I’ll take you both on, but one at a time. You’re free to tag off anytime you can manage.”
“Oh, Ginger, this is too sweet!” Janet replied enthusiastically to my challenge. “We’ve just got to put this male in his place!!”
“All right,” replied Ginger squarely. “You’re on. But there are two of us. Are you saying that you’re going to ‘do’ both of us?” she asked disbelievingly, wearing a huge grin.
“Yeah, okay,” I replied, suddenly wondering about the task I was taking on. “But one at a time. Once I beat one of you, the other takes over and can’t tag out anymore. Okay?”
“Yep, suits me fine,” cackled Janet. “But it won’t come to that. You’ll be ‘laid out’ and completely spent.”
“Suits me, too,” Ginger crowed.
The two of them got to their feet, as did I. “So, who’s first?” I asked.
“Me,” replied Ginger. “You’ll be putty in my hands in no time,” she boasted openly.
“Hey Ginger! Be sure to tag off right away so I can to have some fun, too,” Janet chuckled. “I want him to be putty in my hands, too.”
“All right, I’ll save some for you.” Pointing at a corner of the mat not far from the couch, Ginger continued, “Why don’t you claim that corner as ours. I’ll tag off in a minute or two.”
The two women were way overconfident. They should have known better, but they’d failed to notice something very important - the ‘putty,’ as they’d referred to my manhood, was still putty. My rod was so spent, that I was no longer rigid whatsoever. There was no way they were going to get me. I’d soon have my ‘revenge’ upon the both of them!!
Ginger turned to face me, as I was impatient to get started. She circled and feinted a few times, acting like she wanted to grab a hold of my male rod, playfully taking my measure. But my rod didn’t respond and a frown began to form on her face. Maybe now she was beginning to get the idea.
As Ginger puzzled things out, I barreled into her, pummeling her to the mat. But she was quick, groping for my rod as we rolled around. She made contact, but it did her no good. As we twisted and turned all over the mat, I just smiled at her, repelling her best grope attacks. Ginger was definitely looking worried.
Then I slipped a hand between her thighs and made excellent grope contact. Ginger gasped loudly, sucking in her breath in rapture.
Recognizing her tag partner’s trouble, Janet called out, “Get out of there Ginger! He must be pretty near invulnerable! Let me take over!”
At that, Ginger managed to shake free of the spell I’d placed upon her. She fought back at least minimally as I worked her over below the waist. Ginger must have been horny as hell from all the wrestling tonight with no ‘relief,’ at least to this point.
But her struggles finally paid off as Janet’s outstretched hand made contact with Ginger’s. Soon Janet was barreling me over and we went tumbling end over end into the center area of the mat. Ginger rose unsteadily from the mat and plopped down on the couch letting her tag partner take over, presumably hoping to collect her resolve.
Janet didn’t waste any time needlessly groping. She went right to the rough stuff, no doubt wanting to overpower me first. I kept trying for some sort of clit-grope, but Janet managed to keep my hands clear of her as we fought. It was again a rough match as Janet took me down hard from a kneeling position. I’d reached directly for her clit and she had grabbed my arm and threw me down on my back.
I could hear Ginger yelling some encouragement, “Mount him now Janet! You’ve got him on the run!”
Janet glanced towards my crotch and frowned - still flaccid! She leapt onto my chest, choosing to sit upright, but facing towards my waist. My back was tight against the mat, and there was little I could do for the moment to free myself. It was like a schoolgirl pin, but she was facing the wrong way.
Both of Janet’s hands went to work on my limp manhood as she sat upon chest. Due to her valiant efforts, I did feel a little life coming back, but she’d have to better do than this… and a lot longer, too. I was just too resistant to be much weakened, and I think Janet had finally begun to realize the futility of it all.
She took a break from leaning forward working on my rod and now sat upright on my chest. Maybe Janet was thinking of bolting towards the couch… I couldn’t be sure. But I did know it was time to retaliate. We were near a corner of mat farthest from the two women’s home corner. Yep… it was time!
I reached up from my position of seeming helplessness and grabbed the nearest thing that I could. I used her ponytail to pull Janet backwards towards me. Then I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of 36C’s. My legs snaked around Janet’s, locking them in place, effectively keeping her from getting free. Janet grabbed unconvincingly at my hands, trying to pull them away from her boobs. I just kept at the breast mauling until her resolve melted away.
With my legs still wrapped around Janet’s, my hands went after her clit. Janet didn’t resist the inevitable. I had her gulping, gasping and convulsing in orgasm within just a few moments. I took care of her needs a few moments more, and then released her.
Janet staggered to her feet, and then turned to look at my crotch. “Hey Ginger, there’s some signs of life! You’d better get out here in a hurry.”
I couldn’t believe it, but my manhood was maybe at 30 or 40%, and there was Ginger, hurrying onto the mat. “Thanks, Janet,” she said.
“I’ve set him up. Now its up to you to take him,” Janet advised as she walked past the returning Ginger.
I immediately jumped to my feet as Ginger plunged towards me, grabbing at my crotch. I used the same move that Janet had used on me, grabbing her arm and throwing her to the mat. Ginger landed with a thud on her back, maybe knocking the wind out of her somewhat.
But I didn’t care! I mounted Ginger the same way that Janet had just mounted me. But having short hair, I didn’t have the same concerns. This time I was the one on top in a ‘reverse’ schoolgirl pin, my hands feverishly working over Ginger’s warm, moist clit. Her legs were twitching and quivering about as I continued my grope ‘attack.’ Suddenly Ginger wailed like a banshee and shook frenetically from side to side.
I slipped around and then lay on top of her, body to body, comforting my woman tenderly. For all we’d been through tonight and before, I knew this was the woman I wanted to be with forever.
We lay together for a time, mesmerized by it all. Janet was smart enough to keep to herself for a time. Finally we got up and went to the couch. Janet was waiting there with a round of beers. There were tears in her eyes, “It was so romantic, I just couldn’t help myself,” she said wiping a tear from her cheek. We all realized that the evening’s battles were at a close, so we donned our robes and sat down on the couch to rest, sip on our drinks and talk.
I had to admit that tonight was maybe the weirdest ‘neat thing’ I’d ever done - strange, but great! Two women, wrestle-sex… and I was completely maxxed out sexually! I had nothing left. It’d be days before I recharged after this one!
I finally spoke, feeling the need to rub it in. “Looks like the putty beat the two of you, and very convincingly, too.”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t a fair fight. We had no chance. You were invulnerable,” replied Janet.
“You had your chance there,” I told Ginger, “after Janet had me down. You just couldn’t capitalize on it.”
“Once you had me down, I’m not sure I wanted to. It was the wildest orgasm I’ve ever experienced,” Ginger sighed deeply.
“Let’s see now,” I continued. “Ginger has two wins and one loss, Janet has one win and two losses and I have two wins and two losses. In order, that puts Ginger at 67%, me at 50% and Janet at 33%. I’m in second place!”
Janet frowned, “I’ll have my revenge. The two of you are invited back to the mansion next weekend for rematches. Are you in?”
I looked to Ginger for an answer. She smiled, took hold of my hand, and said, “Yep, we’re in!”
“Yeah, but we’ll have to adjust the contests. After two ‘losses,’ Rob’s unbeatable,” snickered Janet.
“Um hmm, but somehow that doesn’t seem so bad right now,” Ginger sighed heavily.
“We should use more teamwork,” Janet began before Ginger shushed her quiet.
We gathered our clothes and dressed slowly before walking Janet to the door. “Tonight was the most incredible,” she began. “I know I came in third place, but I almost came in second… and I managed to beat a man fair and square in a wrestling fight! It was incredible!”
“Hey, don’t count on any more wins,” I teased. “I’m onto you guys now.”
“Big talk, for sure. But we’ll figure something out to put you in your place,” Ginger replied.
“Haw,” I countered. “Next time you guys are going down, right from the start.”
“Not a bad idea Rob,” laughed Janet. “Maybe we will.”
Ginger caught onto my unintended expression, “Yeah, thanks for the advice,” she giggled, scrunching up close against my side. “I think that’ll work!”
I blushed momentarily, and then Janet gave us a bone-crushing three-way hug. “Maybe some hide n’ seek wrestling in the dark next week…” she said as she walked down the sidewalk towards her car.
Ginger closed the door, and then threw my back up hard against the back of the door, giving me the most bone-crushing embrace ever - even harder than Janet! We kissed long moments before she let go of me. I was drunk from love… sex… but definitely not from beer. I just wanted this woman badly… and for always. I had to do it…
“Uh, say Ginger,” I began, getting down on one knee in front of her. “How would you like to move in with me… uh, permanently, that is?”
Ginger grinned, saying, “What is this Rob? Are you proposing to me?”
I finally found my courage. “Yes Ginger. Will you marry me?”
“Of course, silly. I couldn’t love anyone but you… ever. Now get up and kiss me!!!”
It was nothing short of a miracle, but my manhood rose one more time that night…