Fantastic Island, Part 3B: “Ben’s Island Mêlée”
I’d had a fitful night’s sleep following my defeat at Kim’s hands, or should I say boobs? The smother maneuver at the finale had done me in but good. I was starting to wonder whether it was such a good idea for me to select the location, rules & attire. Certainly I’d made selections based on many years of fantasizing, and there lie the problem. I had been weakened by the very choices that I’d made. Kim must have made the same mistake in our first match, when I’d bested her. But the second match had been my own undoing…
And what about today’s match? Who would select the location, rules & attire? I realized it might not be smart for me to choose. And what might the mysterious Mr. York be up to? I felt like he had our best interests at heart, but I just couldn’t fathom his actions. At the conclusion of the second match, Kim and I had been so hot with desire that we’d probably have ripped off each other’s clothes and made love right there. But York had had other plans…
It was presently about 7:00 a.m. I decided to take a short run before breakfast to clear my head - too many disparate thoughts. I threw on my running shorts & tennies and headed down the Beach Loop north trail at a fast clip. The sign read 5 kilometers round trip - just enough for a light workout. I only saw one lone sole along the trail, traveling in the other direction. I barely glanced at her - obviously not Kim. It was so quiet that I had little to contemplate along the way. By the time I returned to my room, shaved with my trusty triple-blade and showered, it was about 8:15 a.m. It was then that I saw the note that had been slipped under my door:
Dear Benjamin,
The final phase of your fantasy will commence this morning. Kato will collect you at 11:00 a.m. You need bring nothing - all has been prepared.
Sincerely,
Mr. York
Now what? York was being as mysterious as ever. But it was clear I’d best have a good meal now, as an 11:00 start time didn’t allow for lunch. I walked down the way to the Southern Cross Café, one of the resort’s many restaurants and ordered a breakfast of bacon, scrambled eggs, hash browns and fresh orange juice. I sat for a time admiring the fine view - blue-green surf lightly crashing to shore, almost mesmerizing…
Before I knew it, I was back in my room, preparing for whatever. Kato knocked promptly at 11:00 and I opened the door to greet him. “One moment, Benjamin,” he asked. “Please wait right there.”
“Uh, certainly,” I replied, but definitely uncertain about what was going on.
I watched as Kato walked about 20 steps down the way to another door on the same small, white cottage that I had thought was all my own. He knocked and the door opened immediately. I couldn’t see the occupant, nor hear what was said - maybe it was servant’s quarters or whatever. Then Kato walked halfway back towards where I was waiting, and said in a loud voice. “The two of you may now proceed. Mr. York awaits.”
I looked across to the other door and my eyes met Kim’s! What the heck was going on? We were next-door neighbors in a double bungalow cottage!! I hurried to close the door to my room and noticed a closed door within my room that must border Kim’s room. How had I never noticed it before?? I wasn’t sure whether I was on Fantastic Island or Mysterious Island!
Kim seemed stunned herself as Kato called for us once more to follow him. We fell in step behind Kato, side-by-side. Her blouse was incredibly low cut. I swore I could see the pink of her nipples! Our hands brushed together and we were soon holding hands as we walked along the path towards York’s cottage.
“Hi neighbor,” I began, “I had no idea!”
“Me, too,” replied Kim in a surprised tone. “And the adjoining door. I swear it wasn’t there 10 minutes ago!”
“Yeah. This is a really strange place,” I continued.
“Um hmm, but a fantastic one,” she replied pleasantly. “Are you primed for battle? There’s no telling what our mysterious host is up to.”
“Yep. I’m ready for anything… at least I think I am,” I replied as confidently as I could.
“Yes, me too,” she countered. “The third match will tell the tale between us.”
“That it will,” I replied.
Kato opened the door to York’s cottage and bid us entry. “Mr. York awaits within. I will not see you again until later. I wish you both a fantastic conclusion to your fantasies!”
Kato turned and left. Kim and I dropped our hands, not wanting York to see, and walked inside.
“Good morning Kimberly and Benjamin. I trust you both had a most pleasant evening,” he began.
“Um, yes,” we replied as one.
“Excellent. And, I believe congratulations are in order for you, Kimberly, on a hard won victory,” York beamed.
“Thank you Mr. York,” replied Kimberly.
“I hope you don’t mind beginning the final phase of your fantasy so soon, but I deemed it best to start early in the day,” York added, smiling broadly.
“Uh sure,” I stuttered.
“Yes, I agree,” Kim stammered. “Whatever is best is fine.”
“Good, good. For today, in the interest of fairness, I have selected the location, rules & attire,” he continued. “In the short time you’ve been my guests, I have gotten to know each of you very well. I am certain that this third match will meet with your complete satisfaction.”
I smiled at Kim and she smiled at me, somehow trusting York to make the right choices.
“I’ve selected a small, deserted island nearby as the location for your third match,” York went on. “The two of you are tied at one match apiece, or if you’d rather, three falls each - a very even match-up to this point. But today’s match will decide the overall winner between you. And if I’m not mistaken, there is now something more between the two of you than mere rivalry…” he smiled knowingly.
Somehow York knew, but did it matter? I had no idea.
“Let me continue,” said York smoothly. “The island is wholly bounded by a beautiful, white-sand beach. The surf is shallow, no more than calf-deep for at least 25 meters from shore. Depending on location, the island is lush with vegetation approximately 20 meters inland from the shoreline. You will find ample surroundings from which to select suitable locations for your contest. However, the sun can be quite hot and piercing, so you will need these bottles of lotion. Be certain to apply them liberally.”
Kim and I were spellbound by the man, saying nothing at all as he handed each of us a bottle.
“The rules are quite simple,” he continued, “as there are no rules, other than your personal codes of conduct. The match will be one round, decided by verbal submission only. In other words, one of you must submit to the other. There will be no time limit and no time-outs. You both now have the opportunity for which you have wished… and fantasized. I am confident you will find everything to your satisfaction.”
I finally looked at the bottle. The instructions read, ‘Fantastic Sun Lotion and Body Oil, SPF 50, guaranteed long-lasting, waterproof & sandproof. Apply liberally to all areas of the body!’ I’d never heard of such a thing - sandproof???” By now I realized York must have his reasons, so I just shrugged my shoulders.
Kim looked equally puzzled. “Um thank you for the lotion Mr. York,” she began. “I’m sure that we’ll need it. But you haven’t said anything yet about attire.”
“Um hmm,” I added. “What will we wear?”
“I must apologize for not making myself clear,” York replied, motioning to the bottles we each held. “You are holding your attire.”
Before I could fully comprehend, there was a flash of light. The toes of my now bare feet sunk into the soft white sand of the beach, as I realized that I no longer stood within York’s cottage. The midday sun shone brightly on my naked body as the surf gently lapped the shoreline nearby. I startled! I was stark naked with not a stitch of clothing nearby. In my hand was my only ‘attire’ - the bottle of Fantastic Sun Lotion. It was my sole possession!
York must have divined our innermost desires… battling naked. And the location he’d chosen gave us three distinct scenarios - lush foliage, white-sand beach and surf. My mind had been on the lush, grassy setting, so I knew where that had come from. But which of the other two settings had been on Kim’s mind? At this point, it mattered little. At least I hoped it didn’t.
I looked one direction down the beach. There wasn’t a soul to be seen. I turned around to peer the other way and saw Kim at about 100 meters distant. She was completely naked, as well. Kim waved pleasantly towards me and then began smearing the Fantastic Lotion all over her body. I wasted no time, doing likewise. The lotion made my skin incredibly slippery! This could prove very interesting!
Once done, I tossed the bottle inland a few meters, making sure the surf wouldn’t wash it away. Then I turned and began walking towards Kim, and the finale to our fantasy. Kim was walking towards me, too. It wouldn’t be long now…
We were still about 20 meters apart, walking slowly across the white sand beach towards each other, kind of like old west gunslingers, but since we were both completely naked, this was decidedly more interesting. Kim’s long, jet-black hair swayed slowly as she walked, her breasts matching the motion. I especially liked her bikini tan lines, which greatly accentuated her breasts, crotch and ass! Kim was a captivating woman… the woman of my fantasies… here to wrestle with me until the submission of one of us to the other. Yes, there was indeed a Fantastic Island!!! And York definitely knew a thing or two about constructing fantasies!!!
Kim smiled and stopped about 5 meters short of my position, saying nothing. I matched her, holding station at about 4 meters distance. We stood there motionless for a time, inspecting each other’s completely naked bodies for the first time. Her oil-slicked breasts literally shimmered with energy in the late morning’s sun! Her small, bright pink nipples were still smooth, not yet overly aroused. Her slim, smooth waist accentuated her slender hips and taut, muscular ass. I gazed at Kim’s thick, jet-black pubic hair. Save for twin tufts of pubic hair between her thighs, it was matted down flat from heavy application of the Fantastic Lotion. Her muscular thighs literally exuded power - I knew it would be best not to be caught between them.
But above all else, I remained totally mesmerized by Kim’s large, firm, lotion-covered breasts, glistening like two shiny dollops beneath the intense glare of the sun! But then, without warning, Kim peeled off towards the surf, yelling “Catch me if you can!” giggling uncontrollably as she splashed away into the gently rolling surf. In our wrestle-play many years ago, Kim had always enjoyed being chased, as did I! Some things don’t change, thankfully.
Clearly, this was Kim’s preferred wrestling location. I knew she was an excellent swimmer, but I also knew that the water wasn’t at all deep. I quickly chased after her, splashing through the shallow surf, watching Kim’s naked, lily-white buns churning back & forth in front of me as I closed the distance between us. I planned to tackle her from behind and gain advantage. But at the last second, she must have sensed my nearness and twisted around, grabbed my right arm, and using a simple arm-drag move, flung me butt-first to the surf. Before I knew it, Kim was all over me, right on top of me, fighting to control my every movement!
Kim sat atop me, her legs straddling my waist. Her naked ass rested firmly on my naked waist, my manhood reacting immediately to the contact! But I couldn’t let her control me here! I struggled wildly, keeping my head just above the surf, and pushing at her arms and body. Kim’s boobs flailed wildly as she fought for command. I bridged, briefly letting my head sink below the waves and managed to flip her over my head and to the side.
I raced to my feet just in time to meet her head-on as she attempted a quick tackle. Her large breasts smacked hard against my face & chest, nearly bowling me over, but I gave some ground and managed to stay upright. We were standing, both bent partway at the waist, chest to chest, testing the other’s mettle. Our hands found each other’s and the hold morphed into a standing test of strength, hand-to-hand and chest-to-chest - one of my favorite holds! I was amazed at how slippery our chests had become, Kim’s breasts gliding easily across my torso as we struggled. It was just like oil wrestling, only better!!
We jockeyed for position, exerting substantial forces against each other, but ineffectively due to our mutual slipperiness. Nevertheless, we maneuvered upright for a time, moving maybe ten meters down the way. I tried to force the action towards shore, while Kim tried to move us farther out, but neither of us really succeeded, as the shoreline remained about 15 meters distant.
The test of strength had not yielded an advantage to either of us. Now we separated somewhat, hands still locked, bodies whirling around wildly, trying to toss the other to the surf. The Fantastic Lotion proved our undoing and we both flew apart, landing on our knees about a meter apart. Kim was slower righting herself, so I moved in quickly, establishing an armlock as she tried to straighten herself upright. We fell to our knees in the surf to continue the struggle.
We were bare chest to bare chest once again, but I had Kim’s right arm trapped behind her back with my left arm. She flailed around with her left arm, trying to force us apart. But I managed to grab hold of her left arm and force it, too, behind her back. Kim’s firm breasts bounced upon my chest as she tried to break free. I yanked upwards hard on both of her arms, twisting the dual armlock harshly. She gasped loudly, grimacing from the pain, her breasts crashing uncontrollably against my chest. As I tightened the hold ever harder, Kim stared straight into my eyes, spitefully promising revenge upon me for every ounce of pain inflicted.
But I didn’t let that stop me. After one particularly strong twist of her arms, I swapped hands before she could react. Still face-to-face on our knees with her arms trapped behind her back and crossed over each other, my right arm controlled her right arm and my left arm controlled her left. But now the nature of the pressure I could exert had changed. I pulled her arms to the sides behind her now, rather than upwards, forcing her breasts ever harder against my chest. I yanked harder and harder, hoping for a submission. But Kim held firm, resisting my best efforts. I yanked once again, but this time as Kim’s firm breasts pressed hard against me, she managed to stand partially and bowl me over backwards.
Now Kim was kneeling above me while I lay in the surf. I’d managed to wrap my legs around her waist in a scissors, so she hadn’t gotten too much advantage from her escape. But I’d lost all control of her arms, instead concentrating on keeping my head above water. The surf was about 15 cm depth in this area, so I didn’t feel too vulnerable, but I wasn’t sure it would last.
Kim staggered to her feet, grabbing hold of my scissoring legs. I could see what she was up to, and nearly helpless to prevent it! Her breasts heaved mightily as she called upon all of her strength to flip me over facedown onto my belly. Oh Gawd! Not a Boston Crab!!
My ankles were trapped under her shoulder sockets as Kim squatted firmly, applying ever more pressure to the hold, bending my legs back viciously. I wanted to scream out in pain, but held myself in check, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. As she released pressure momentarily, I managed to prop my arms under me and raise my head above the water. At least I could breathe now, but I was in serious trouble from the sheer pain of the hold!!
If Kim kept me trapped this way for long, I’d have to submit to her. Somehow I had thought I would last longer… maybe even defeat her, I grimaced. But those were the thoughts of a loser! I swore to hold out as long as possible! Maybe she’d make a mistake, who could tell?
“C’mon Ben, give it up. I can end the pain right now… or I can give you a lot more,” she taunted, squatting so hard that her naked ass now pressed firmly against mine.
I gasped loudly from the pain, barely stifling a scream. Kim had me in a bad way, but I wasn’t finished yet. “No… never,” I gasped hoarsely in reply.
I sensed Kim leaning back even more, as she goaded further. “It’s over Ben, admit it!” she exclaimed.
But Kim had made a mistake, her long tresses now resting against my shoulders and alerting me to her nearness. “Not yet!” I roared, reaching back behind and wrapping an arm about her neck.
I yanked Kim over sideways and she was forced to release my ankles. We were now sprawled out in the sand and surf. I was behind Kim, maintaining a headlock, as she twisted and turned, trying to get lose. But I held tight, taking the opportunity to recover somewhat while she struggled. I increased the pressure of the headlock whenever Kim struggled to pry my arm lose. It was an effective countermeasure.
Once recovered, I managed to roll Kim face down in the surf, just to let her know how it felt. I held the headlock tight all the while. But being a water sprite, Kim didn’t seem to mind very much. After a few moments, her legs swung to the side and she managed to roll us over. I still held her in a headlock, but my own head was now slightly under water. Kim knew my weakness in the water and exploited it expertly. Her legs were spread apart widely for stability, and I couldn’t roll us over! I had no choice but to release the hold and shove her off me.
I coughed and sputtered, catching my breath as I got to my knees. Kim was massaging the stiffness from her neck and head. Then we regrouped about a meter and a half apart.
“Nice escape, Kim,” I told her. “Very clever…”
“You too Ben,” she smiled. “I thought I had you cold with the Boston Crab. You should never have been able to escape. This match is more fantastic than I could ever have imagined!”
“Um hmm, this is one for the record books,” I extolled. “But shall we resume?”
Kim nodded approvingly and we moved slowly towards the other. “You must realize by now that I’m unbeatable in the water,” she gloated.
“Um hmm, I’m realizing that,” I smiled, suddenly reaching between her legs.
I’d caught her totally off guard, never expecting me to grope so wantonly. But that wasn’t my plan whatsoever. I reached fully between her thighs, planted my palm firmly on her ass and picked her up in the air. Kim squealed in surprise as I tossed her a few meters into the surf. She landed on her back with a big splash, clearly at a loss. I could have moved in on her and tried to press an advantage. But I knew Kim was right - she was unbeatable in a water environment.
I rose to my feet and sprinted for shore, though not as fast as I’d have liked. I was tired and hurting. I just hoped I had enough of a head start. “Catch me if you can,” I yelled, looking over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Kim getting to her feet to pursue.
I reached the shoreline and made my way across the sand. The going was tough, my feet sinking in the soft, warm sand as I tried to make my way as rapidly as possible towards the lush growth of brush about ten more meters in front of me. Thankfully, once in the sand, Kim found the going no easier and I maintained my lead, reaching the brush with about 10 seconds to spare. I stepped under the canopy of the forest and melted into some of the nearby foliage.
Kim barreled into the brush only a meter away, but failed to see me, intent on pursuit further within. My forest skills had been honed by years of hiking, camping and whatnot. I doubted Kim possessed any such skills. I stalked her on a parallel route as she pressed hurriedly onwards into the lush growth. But from the increasing light, I could tell that Kim would soon reach a clearing. It was now or never!
I crept up rapidly and barreled into her. I caught Kim totally by surprise and she flew flat on her back in the thick grass. I landed atop her so hard that I knocked the breath from her. Kim was stunned momentarily, so I took the opportunity to put her in a schoolgirl pin. I planted my ass atop her firm breasts and my knees held her arms & shoulders down. Her hands flopped helplessly to the side, so I grabbed hold of them for added measure. Kim’s eyes locked with mine, knowing she wasn’t going anywhere soon.
“Nice move, Ben. I take it you’re an outdoorsman of a sort,” she asked helplessly from below.
“Um hmm,” I smiled. “We’re in my element now.”
“I think I’ll manage. After all, I’ll never submit to a schoolirl pin,” she challenged.
“I know,” I taunted. “You see, I’ve only just begun.”
I knew Kim was lulling me, and when her legs came up to hook my armpits, I was prepared. I latched onto them and stood quickly to take advantage, looping one leg over one of hers, and then the other. Kim was taken totally by surprise and I managed to double her body up before she could resist. Kim’s back rested in the lush undergrowth while I sat across her doubled-up legs, squashing her body together by forcing her ankles towards her head.
Kim gasped and groaned in pain as I applied pressure to the hold. Her arms flailed helplessly towards my legs, unable to connect meaningfully with any part of my body. I bounced repeatedly upon her doubled-over legs, applying pressure in a sort of cadence. Kim’s large breasts just flopped around below me, out of my reach, as I continued to inflict pain upon her back and legs. Her face was unyielding as I pressed on. I could see there was no point in asking her to submit just yet.
But I knew I was riding a wild bronco and it wasn’t long before Kim twisted over and I slipped off to the side. We lie there facing each other briefly, but with heads at opposite ends, gathering our wits. I felt Kim’s legs wrap around my waist and knew I had but a moment to respond in kind. Despite the scissors upon my waist, I managed to roll over on top of her and catch her waist between my legs.
Thus, we found ourselves in a mutual waist scissors. Kim squeezed first, and then I squeezed her in return. And then it was Kim. And then it was me. Finally, we squeezed upon each other simultaneously. Kim was one strong woman, especially in the legs, and I wasn’t too sure whether I was winning the mutual scissors embrace. I grunted and groaned as she squeezed harder and harder. My legs must have loosed their grip and Kim slithered free.
Now she had me where she wanted me, her legs wrapped around my waist and her left arm keeping my right arm occupied. Kim punished me with continued pressure. I managed to slip my left arm between her legs to relieve the pressure for a time, but how long could I hold out? Kim looked over at my face to see if I would cave in, but I gave her my best ‘no way’ look as I struggled under the intense pressure. I squirmed and wriggled, finally discovering what Kim must have known already, that the Fantastic Lotion was my best defense. I twisted sideways, forcing her legs over my waist and finally off me altogether.
But Kim wasn’t done yet, jumping quickly to her feet, grabbing my right ankle and raising it above my head. I lie there on my back while Kim stood above me twisting and yanking at my ankle, hoping to inflict a goodly amount of pain. But the hold wasn’t very effective and I didn’t feel too threatened. But then she stepped over my body with one leg, now straddling me with one leg on each side. She squatted suddenly and yanked hard at my leg. It hurt some, but that wasn’t where my mind was focused! Kim’s womanhood was suspended just about thirty centimeters directly above my face. I let her twist ineffectually at my leg, not ready yet to move on. I grunted and groaned for effect, all the while getting an eyeful of a part of Kim that I’d never before seen.
Finally, I’d had enough and used my other leg to shove upon Kim’s lily-white ass. She flew through the air and landed face down in the thick brush, stunned for a moment. I scrambled over on my hands & feet and jumped onto Kim’s back. I grabbed both of her arms and yanked them back behind her in a Surfboard hold. Kim gasped immediately as I applied more and more pressure. I sat atop her, naked ass to naked ass, as I tugged ever harder at her arms. Kim’s body half rose from the pressure, so I got to my feet, placing my right foot midway along the length of her back to keep her in place while I tugged ever harder on her arms.
“C’mon Kim. Give it up. We’re in my element now. I can keep this up all day,” I told her, hoping to demoralize her.
“Uh… uh… not yet, Ben… not ever!” she cried.
I thought it was all over. She’d have to give in before long; the pressure was too intense. But then I felt her legs squirm behind me, spreading apart as she drew her knees towards her waist. The strain must have been incredible! But she managed to get her knees up under her and rose partway. The move unbalanced me and I tumbled away, setting her free.
We both rose to our feet, staggering around like a couple of drunks, tired and spent. But a good contest was what we’d we wanted and that is what we were getting! Kim rushed me and we struggled around in the brush for a time, trying for an advantage. Finally, I forced her backwards, but as she stumbled in retreat, she fell backwards dragging me down with her. We tumbled over & over an extra time or two with Kim finally landing on top of me. I got my legs up under her and propelled her off me. She flew about a meter and tumbled even further end over end. I got to my feet quickly in pursuit.
But I needn’t have worried. Kim was waiting for me a few steps away on the white sand beach. “Neutral ground,” she gasped hoarsely.
“Um hmm. No more running away, for either of us,” I panted in return.
“Agreed. We finish this here on the beach,” she challenged.
“Where neither of us has the advantage,” I nodded in the affirmative.
We circled each other warily, uncertain how to begin. The soft, warm sand beneath my feet made for uneven footing and I worried that my advantage in upper body strength might be nullified. But it would cushion any falls, too. I glanced at Kim, noting that the sand did not stick to her feet. Nor had it stuck to any part of her body when she had tumbled out of the brush. The Fantastic Lotion was keeping our bodies completely free of sand!
Kim must have noticed the same thing, saying. “That’s some lotion York gave us. I bet a person could make a fortune with it!”
“Yeah, but I think I’d like to test it a little more,” I grinned, feigning several moves her way.
Kim didn’t fall for it though, so we continued circling for a few moments. “Hey, how about another test of strength?” she urged. “To see who’s the stronger now.”
The test of strength had become one of our favorite maneuvers. “Sounds fine to me,” I replied, moving slowly towards her.
We met with our extended hands first, our fingers grasping their counterparts. Then we met at chest level, Kim’s luscious orbs pressed hard against my torso. Then we met at the waist and I felt my engorged rod press against her waist. Finally, our legs touched along the thighs. From a standing position, our bodies couldn’t be any closer together than they were now. Our faces were just centimeters apart as we stared into each other’s eyes. I felt Kim’s breath on my face and I longed to lean forward and kiss her, but I knew it might result in one of York’s ‘poofs,’ terminating what promised to be our best battle.
I could feel Kim’s eagerness, as well, but her stubbornness too, as her nostrils flared briefly as we began to exert pressure against the other. We staggered back and forth, trying to press the advantage one way or the other. But we were both too tired & weak to be very effective. I couldn’t help but notice Kim’s large breasts sliding smoothly back and forth across my body as we struggled. Her firm nipples seemed to trace a pattern in my skin. I wanted her so badly!!
With surprising strength, Kim forced our clasped hands down below the waist. I was amazed that she could overpower me thusly, but shocked when she actually forced my arms behind my back into a dual armlock hold - the very one I’d used against her in the surf!!
Kim wrenched upwards on the dual armlock hold. The pain was searing, feeling as if she was about to yank my arms from their sockets! Kim’s slippery breasts slid against my oily chest repeatedly as we fought. Her chin rested on my left shoulder, as she pressed her advantage.
“Give it up Ben,” she taunted. “I have greater endurance than you! At this stage of our contest, I am definitely the stronger!” she growled.
Perhaps I was more tired than I realized. I just hoped the added strain had taken a toll on Kim. Then she yanked upwards on my arms even harder. The pain was excruciating! But I’d had this very hold on Kim & she had escaped. But that had been from a kneeling position, and we were both standing, now. What could I do?
“No way Kim. I’m not done yet!” I replied defiantly, with more bluster than I actually possessed. “I’ll have you down before you know it,” I grunted.
She grinned a knowing smile and said nothing, moving her feet closer to mine while applying further pressure to my arms. Here was my big chance. I moved to place a leg behind hers, but Kim proved faster. It was her foot that was behind mine and I tripped backwards into the warm sand. The landing was soft, but Kim was still tangled around my body, holding me in place. Before I knew it, she slipped upwards on my body and her arms wrapped around my head tightly. Kim’s large, firm breasts attacked my face. I didn’t know whether I was in heaven or hell! I wanted them badly… but not like this!!
I twisted my head to the side, but her breasts followed my every movement. Aside from being naked, up to this point, the match had not been sexual. And, it still wasn’t sexual, I realized. Breasts were natural equipment on a woman, and using them for smothering during wrestling was also natural. I’d just have to fight them off!
Kim’s legs now ensnared my waist, while her arms still wrapped around my head, her breasts following every movement of my face. I finally worked my arms between hers and onto her breasts. I pushed hard against her breasts, effectively keeping them off of my face. Kim’s only reaction was to smile.
“You’re too weak to break free, Ben,” she grinned. “Give it up. Buster and Bonker have you on the run.”
I was dumbfounded for a moment. But then I realized she was referring to her breasts… they had names! “So, which one is which?” I grunted between forced breaths.
Kim forced her right breast towards my face and said “This one’s Buster.” I pawed and clawed to keep Buster from smothering me.
Then Kim’s left breast loomed suddenly closer. “And this one is Bonker,” she continued. “I think she’ll be the one to batter down your defenses!”
Considering we were on ‘neutral ground,’ things had definitely not gone in my favor! I was badly distracted and confused, so much so that Bonker did break through. A large, firm breast was now full upon my face with a rock-like nipple hard against my lips. I opened my mouth to breath and all I got was engorged nipple. I was in bad trouble!!
But I refused to panic, working my hands close in and pressing Bonker off my mouth. But Buster was quick on the uptake. I finally had a firm grip once again on both Buster and Bonker, forcing them away from my face so that I could breath once again.
If Kim wanted to use her breasts as weapons, then so be it. I’d retaliate in kind. I shifted away from pushing at her breasts to squeezing them. I squeezed ever harder at Buster and Bonker, but Kim would not relent, determination written across her face. I increased the pressure some more and I could see her begin to crack.
“When you used them as weapons, they became fair game,” I growled. “Buster and Bonker are now in play!”
“Fair enough,” she replied steadily.
I squeezed ever harder and finally Kim’s arms came free from around my head. She grabbed at my hands, ripping them free of her breasts as I forced her backwards, freeing my waist from her entwinement. She fell over backwards and I was free.
I had to get back into the battle! I rushed at Kim and leaped at her prone body. But her feet came up at the last minute, catching me square in the chest as I came down at her. I flew up and over her body, just like in movie fights, landing on my back behind her. Thankfully, the soft sand completely cushioned the blow, or I’d probably have been severely stunned.
I heard Kim’s footsteps in the sand as she rushed to take advantage. As she dove at me, I rolled to the side and Kim landed on her belly in the sand. I jumped on top of her back and then wrapped my arms under her armpits and onto her neck for a full nelson. Kim tried to roll free, so I wrapped my legs around her waist from below, all the while maintaining solid pressure to the hold.
Finally, I once again held the advantage! I was on my back in the sand with Kim held helplessly above me in both a full nelson and waist scissors. She struggled and strained ineffectually trying to free herself. But as I soon realized, Kim had already expended most of her reserves a few minutes earlier when she had overpowered me in the test of strength. Kim must have hoped for a quick victory at that point, and was running on empty now. I held firm, vowing to finish her here.
Kim tried futilely to roll one way and then the other, now realizing that she was in deep trouble. I held the full nelson in place all the while, weakening her further and further. But this wasn’t a finishing move, and I doubted Kim would submit from a full nelson. I was in control of our overall movements, so one time when she tried to roll us over, I used her momentum to force her face down in the sand while I lay atop her back. I released the full nelson and went straight to her chin with both hands, yanking back hard, forcing her into a Camel Clutch!
Kim squealed briefly before controlling herself. The pain must have been overwhelming! But I didn’t yet control her arms, and if I could manage it, I would surely win! I propped up my left leg, planning to squat above her shoulders in the sand and trap her arms atop my thighs. I successfully grabbed her left arm and forced it atop my left thigh. But the footing in the sand was poor and when I reached for her right arm, Kim managed to bridge slightly and tumble me off of her to the side. I’d lost a prime opportunity, wondering whether I had enough mettle to get her down in another submission hold.
I landed on my back off to the side from Kim. She must have known that it was now or never as she moved with surprising speed launching herself at me. Kim landed on me, but not at all hard. We were like two punch-drunk boxers in the final moments of battle, neither of us very effective as we rolled around aimlessly in the sand trying to force the other down. There was little skill at this point, only stamina, which was in short supply.
Buster and Bonker slid smoothly across my chest as we struggled and rolled. Kim was gradually working them towards my face and I feared she would soon be in position for another smother hold. I freed my hands from hers and went straight to a breast attack, hoping to keep them off my face. But Kim countered by slipping free of our leg entwinement and going straight into a schoolgirl pin!
Kim slapped my hands free of her breasts, then grabbed my hands & deftly tucked them under her calves. She smiled at me from above as she held me down tight. But I made no move to escape, steeling my reserves for the time being. Kim egged me on, but I kept my cool.
“C’mon Ben, I can sit here all day,” she taunted. “The longer you wait, the stronger I’ll become.”
There was an element of truth to what she said, but I didn’t take the bait. The hold was not painful, and I’d never submit from it. Even though Kim might be regaining some of her strength, so was I. “I’m patient, Kim, I can wait.”
Kim smiled, clearly enjoying her dominant position. Buster and Bonker heaved upwards prominently as she purposely took deep breaths, making a big show of rejuvenating her strength. Her moist, odiferous womanhood was so close to my face that I could almost taste it. In that crazy moment, a strange thought crossed my mind. Her womanhood was completely free of sand! And so was my manhood! Very, very useful information for our anticipated post-match activities!
Kim continued preening from her position of power while I lay passively, held tight by the schoolgirl pin. Kim smiled and then raised both of her arms up and flexed them in a double muscle pose, very confident. Buster and Bonker jutted outwards powerfully. Her biceps bulged significantly, and I realized that she was one strong woman. But she’d made a bad mistake! I used that opportunity to bridge and twist to the side. Kim squealed in disappointment as she slid off me. I quickly rolled away from her to recoup momentarily.
We rose to our knees and resumed the battle. Kim surprised me by reaching between my legs, which seemed at first like a possible grope move. But I should have known better. Although we were both naked, the match had not been sexual in any way. This was purely a battle between the sexes!
Kim no doubt had intended to lift me in the air and throw me down as I had done to her in the surf earlier. But at this stage of the battle, she had become too weak to manage it. I slapped her hand away from between my legs and inserted mine hand between her thighs instead. As I clenched Kim’s buns from the underside with my hand, my wrist made contact with her warm, moist womanhood. But I didn’t try to lift her. Instead I threw her down onto her back in the sand, and then smacked hard against her chest, pancaking Buster and Bonker flat momentarily and maybe knocking some of the air out of her. Our legs entwined naturally as we rolled back and forth through the sand, trying to gain the upper hand. This, too, had become one of my favorite holds, struggling face to face as we wrestled/rolled around. I was hot with desire for this fantasy woman, but managed somehow to keep it in check. The Fantastic Lotion kept our bodies lubricated and we slid easily against each other constantly as we struggled. It was incredibly arousing, but I tempered my desires with action.
From her lack of vigor in our rolling struggle in the sand, I realized that Kim was in a weakened condition. It was now or never! I broke free of her momentarily as I tumbled to the upper position. I had a different move in mind, but when Kim arose with her head near my waist, I took advantage, forcing her head between my thighs. At first, all I had on her was a head scissors. But as Kim forced us to roll back and forth in the sand, I managed to slip behind her. I sat upright in the sand with Kim’s head trapped between my thighs. I grabbed both of her arms and pulled them towards my body. Then I hooked my left ankle under my right knee, locking them together under her chin for a figure four head scissors. Kim realized immediately that she was in big trouble and tried to lurch free. But I held fast with my legs and arms. There was little she could do to escape.
I increased the pressure gradually, knowing there was no escape for her… not wanting to injure her. I’d allow Kim to give of her own free will in her own time, at whatever pressure level was required. Kim’s legs flapped around helplessly as I slowly increased the pressure. She must realize that there was no hope of escape.
“It’s over Kim,” I said simply. “I can increase the pain at will. You’re too weak to break free. It’s time to yield.”
“N…n… never,” she gasped unconvincingly.
I increased the level of pain another few notches. I had no wish to hurt her! How much more could she take? “C’mon Kim, I have no desire to hurt you. This is hurting me as much as it’s hurting you,” I pleaded with heartfelt emotion.
Kim lay there for a time, no doubt considering her chances. A look of utter disappointment overwhelmed her face for a few moments, and I could see how badly she’d wanted to beat me. But a smile returned just as quickly. “Okay Ben, but before I submit,” she gasped hoarsely, “I’d like a chance to even the score tonight… another match, but of my choosing… I’m not finished with you yet…” she gasped.
“Certainly,” I replied, continuing to keep the pressure of the figure four head scissors on her. “I agree to a rematch… tonight. But this afternoon, I have something altogether different in mind! Now tell me, do you give?” I demanded.
“Yes, Ben. I submit,” she stated simply.
In scant moments, we were sitting upright, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, kissing passionately and pawing at each other’s bodies wildly, unable to satiate our lust quickly enough. Neither of us was surprised at the sudden ‘poof’ sound, or at materializing on solid floor. But this time we landed in a doorway, midway between our adjoined cottages, still naked and covered with the slippery, slimy Fantastic Lotion. It was long moments before we were able to pause enough to make our way to the bed, clinging together as one while we went. I knew that this would be an afternoon long remembered… with the woman of my fantasies… together at long last, in the most intimate of ways.
The End of Part 3-B(en).
[Author’s note: Any similarity of names used in this story to actual persons was unintentional and purely coincidental.]