Fantastic Island, Part 3K: “Kim’s Island Mêlée”
I slept like a baby, having defeated Ben convincingly, even in a setting of his choosing. I’d enjoyed dominating him with my bare breasts. What a mistake he’d made, being a breast man and choosing to face my large, naked breasts. Maybe that was the key! If either of us indulged our fantasies too fully, such as when we made the selections for clothing, setting & rules, we’d be undone by the sheer exhilaration of it. There was a lesson here, and I tried to pay attention to it, but what was I to do? How would our third meeting go? Would I choose, or would Ben? If given the choice, should I allow Ben to make the selections? Somehow that didn’t seem right either…
I reminded myself that I had beaten Ben once and that I could do it again, especially if Buster and Bonker were naked! I hadn’t shared that little piece of information with him yet, though. Somehow, over the years, I’d actually named my breasts. They were my most prominent, dominant feature, so I’d given them dominant names, the right breast being ‘Buster’ and the left being ‘Bonker’. But I’d never shared that piece of information with a sole, not even my ex. Although, maybe I’d introduce Buster and Bonker to Ben later today, when I used them to pulverize him into submission…
But my mind came back to the problem at hand. Should I make the selections, or should Ben? And if it were my choice, what would it be? Basic clothing, sexy stuff… or nude?? I wanted nude, but by choosing what I wanted, would I put myself at a big disadvantage? But I could hardly go wrong in selecting a location involving water. The thought of battling near water didn’t excite me that much. It was just my natural element, so I figured that would be a good choice.
But what about rules? Aarrgghh! It was too much to think about! I glanced over at the bedside clock - it was only 6:50 a.m.! I decided to go for a run to help me think. I threw on my running shorts & Nike’s and headed down the Beach Loop south trail at a fast clip. The sign read 5 kilometers round trip - just enough for a light workout.
The trail was nearly deserted, save for a lone male going the opposite direction. I didn’t recognize him, although his stride did seem vaguely familiar… But I kept going, returning to my thoughts. After a time, I emerged from the Beech Loop trail at the north entrance. I returned to my room and drew a lukewarm bath. I slipped inside and began lathering my legs with shaving cream. I pulled the triple blade shaver slowly across my short stubbles, being careful not to nick myself. Soft, smooth legs were another womanly weapon. I would leave nothing to chance today! Today was the big day and I would be totally ready!
By the time I got out of the tub, it was about 8:15 a.m. I noticed that a note had been slipped under the front door of my cottage:
Dear Kimberly,
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? I had assumed our third and final battle would be in the evening. But this would be fine. In fact, I relished the idea of getting after Ben all the sooner. But what was that crafty Mr. York planning? I knew something was going on, but what could it be??
I decided on a light breakfast and walked down the way to the Palm Tree Café, one of the resort’s many restaurants. I kept it light with an English muffin and half of a fresh-picked grapefruit. I sat for a time thinking about the choices I’d made in this lifetime. I wondered where Ben was at this very moment. No matter today’s outcome, I swore I’d put our relationship back on track. But it would be so much sweeter if I could defeat him, and then… I became wet between the thighs as I considered the possibilities. I had to get up quickly, or risk becoming overwhelmed with passion.
I left the restaurant and returned to my room to prepare. But what was there to do? York’s note had specified that ‘You need bring nothing - all has been prepared.’ Just what did he mean?? I dared not think about it overly much, so I pulled out the latest Baldacci book - the man could really spin a tale!
I set the book down around 10:50 to make final preparations. I tied my long dark hair back securely in a ponytail, having noticed Ben’s unusual fascination with the style. I changed to a lacy, low-slung bra with major cleavage and cinched Buster & Bonker within. They bulged over the top of the fabric just right. I slipped on an equally low-cut sleeveless blouse. Ben’s eyes would pop out of their sockets when he caught sight!
There was a knock at my door at exactly 11:00. I opened the door to Kato. “One moment please, Kimberly. Would you wait right there for one moment?” he asked.
“Surely,” I replied. What else was I to do, after all?
Kato walked midway towards the other half of the cottage. Funny, I hadn’t realized that my cottage was a double bungalow. Kato interrupted my thoughts, saying loudly, “The two of you may now proceed. Mr. York awaits.”
I looked across to the door on the other half of the cottage and my eyes locked with Ben’s! My God! We were next-door neighbors!! I hurriedly turned to close the door of my room and noticed a closed door within the room that must border Ben’s room. I could have sworn there was no door there earlier!! It was yet another mystery that I had to chalk up to the enigmas known as Mr. York and Fantastic Island.
I was stunned, but quickly recovered my wits as Kato once again called for us to follow. Ben and I walked side-by-side behind Kato. Our hands naturally found each other and it felt good holding hands as we walked towards York’s cottage.
“Hi neighbor,” Ben started, “I had no idea!”
“Me, too,” I replied in wonderment. “And the adjoining door. I swear it wasn’t there 10 minutes ago!”
“Yeah. This is a really strange place,” he continued.
“Um hmm, but a fantastic one,” I replied. “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,” Ben replied with confidence.
“Yes, me too,” I countered. “The third match will tell the tale between us.”
“That it will,” he answered.
Kato opened the door to York’s cottage, motioning for us to enter. “Mr. York awaits within. I will not see you again until later. I wish you both a fantastic conclusion to your fantasies!”
Kato abruptly turned and was gone. We dropped our hands to our sides, not wishing York to see the obvious affection between us, and then entered.
“Good morning Kimberly and Benjamin. I trust you both had a most pleasant evening,” he began.
“Um, yes,” we replied together.
“Excellent. And, I believe congratulations are in order for you, Kimberly, on a hard won victory.
“Thank you Mr. York,” I replied nervously.
He seemed not to notice and continued. “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,” he added, smiling broadly.
“Uh sure,” Ben stammered.
“Yes, I agree,” I stuttered. “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 Ben and he smiled in return. Somehow, in my core, I knew York would make the right choices.
“I’ve selected a small, deserted island nearby as the location for your third match,” York continued. “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 somehow divined.
How had York found out? Maybe the man had excellent sources, but somehow I suspected something much deeper.
“Let me continue,” York resumed easily. “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.”
We stood like zombies, held in thrall by York, no words coming to our lips as he handed a bottle of lotion to each of us.
“The rules are quite simple,” York maintained, “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 looked at the label on the lotion bottle, reading, ‘Fantastic Sun Lotion and Body Oil, SPF 50, guaranteed long-lasting, waterproof & sandproof. Apply liberally to all areas of the body!’ This was definitely something new - sandproof???” I was puzzled. What was ‘sandproof’? “Um thank you for the lotion Mr. York,” I began. “I’m sure that we’ll need it. But you haven’t said anything yet about attire.”
“Um hmm,” Ben asked. “What will we wear?”
“I must apologize for not making myself clear,” York replied smoothly, motioning to our bottles of Fantastic Lotion. “You are holding your attire.”
A sudden flash of light stunned my senses. My feet were the first part of me to realize the change, feeling the soft warmth of the sand between my toes. The white sand of the beach was fantastic, seeming to stretch endlessly before me. The gentle surf lapped nearby, taking on an unusual blue-green iridescence in the midday sun. I felt the warmth of the sun on my lily-white breasts, realizing finally that I was totally naked. I still held the bottle of Fantastic Sun Lotion. I’d best get some onto Buster & Bonker quickly, lest they suffer from exposure.
As I slathered the lotion all over my body, I took a full survey of my surroundings. To one side, there was gently rolling surf, definitely shallow for a good distance as York had indicated. To the other side was lush, green foliage. About 20 meters of beach separated the two. Having finished my upper body, I began applying the Fantastic Lotion to thighs, calves, crotch & buttocks. The stuff was incredibly slippery - I assumed the match might be closer to oil wrestling than anything else. As I continued with the lotion, I turned to examine the beach area in the opposite direction. Sure enough, Ben was at about a soccor field’s distance down the beach.
I assumed York had separated the two of us by a goodly distance so that we’d be sure to use the lotion before starting the battle. York must be a mind reader… choosing for us to battle our final match in the nude. Obviously, with the surf nearby, he also knew that water was my favored location. But what of the lush foliage and white-sand beach? Could one of them be Ben’s favored location? And if so, which one?
I put the question from my mind and began strolling towards Ben at a leisurely pace, doing my best to project an aura of confidence as well as sexiness. My measured strides allowed Buster and Bonker to sway rhythmically back and forth as I approached Ben - I now knew how to get his complete attention. But Ben’s manly pecker also swung freely back and forth as he strode towards me, so my attention was similarly diverted.
Still a few steps apart, I hesitated for a moment, wanting to absorb the total experience of where we were and what we were about to do. Ben matched my halted motion and we stood there in the soft, warm sand a few meters apart, basking in each other’s total nakedness. I stared unabashedly at Ben’s naked body, now realizing that my attention, too, was being diverted from the task at hand. But I couldn’t help it as I carefully inspected Ben’s broad shoulders, powerful biceps, washboard abs, muscular ass and long legs. Judging from the small tan lines about his waist, it was obvious that Ben favored small, thong swimsuits. His lily-white pecker was flaccid for the time being, kinda cute looking in fact, contrasted captivatingly by his tanned thighs and dark, bristly pube’s. But as I starred fixedly at Ben’s crotch, a transformation began. Ben’s pecker slowly started to grow in length, almost magically changing in shape and size. I smiled, inwardly pleased with myself for the erotic effect I had upon Ben. There would definitely be post-match ‘fireworks’ this time!
My mind reset; now ready to begin. But I wanted to be in my element. A plan came to mind, a remembrance of the chase games we played when first together. Suddenly I dashed towards the surf, giggling wildly, “Catch me if you can!” I knew he couldn’t resist a good chase!
I had a good head start, but didn’t go full out, or I doubt he’d have caught up any time soon, if ever. After all, escape wasn’t my goal! After a few moments, I heard the intense splashing sounds close at my heels. Ben was closing in. It was time to spring my trap!
I planted my heels into the sand and surf, pivoted to the side rapidly and managed to grab Ben’s outstretched hand before he could put on the brakes. I used Ben’s momentum against him, easily throwing him about a meter and a half through the air, where he splashed-down on his back in the shallow surf. I followed the hold and jumped atop him quickly. I knew that Ben was uncomfortable in the water while I liked nothing better. His arms flailed around wildly until he realized there was no danger.
I finally managed to get hold of his arms and held him in place. My legs straddled his body and my naked ass rested upon his waist. Within moments, I felt his rigid manhood firmly poking against my left bun. But I was far from controlling Ben as he fought back, pushing my arms and body away, trying to bridge free. As I bounced around on top of him, Buster and Bonker caromed back and forth wildly. Finally, Ben succeeded with the bridging maneuver and I flew forward up and over his body.
I jumped to my feet quickly and charged at him, hoping for a quick takedown. But he was ready for me and instead, we smacked together hard at the chest, Buster and Bonker leading the charge. It hurt like heck, and I nearly had him back down, but not quite. We stood face-to-face, grunting and groaning from the strain, trying to overpower the other. Almost by instinct, my hands found Ben’s for a test of strength hold, a favorite of mine on many levels. Foremost, it was a test of strength and skill, but it was also a very personal test - my willpower versus his! But here in the surf, against a naked male opponent, with the slippery Fantastic Lotion all over our bodies, the physical contact of the hold was nothing short of intoxicating!
Despite the sand and water, our upper bodies were surprising free of debris as tangled back and forth. I’d never oil wrestled before, but this had to be about the same as we failed to quickly find any advantage over the other. Buster and Bonker slithered eagerly against Ben’s slippery chest as we tested each other’s mettle in the most primal of holds. Ben’s rigid manhood continued to bang against my waist as we struggled, a major distraction for sure. Certainly I had designs on his large pecker, but that wasn’t until later. Even though certain types of contact could not be avoided, my plan for the match was to stay away from anything outright sexual. I wanted to beat Ben on merit alone - female against male!
We jousted back and forth for position ineffectually, my breasts slamming against Ben’s chest, while his engorged rod thumped repeatedly against my waist. I could sense Ben trying to force the action towards shore, so I did my best to prevent it, wanting to maintain my advantage in the surf. Our bodies separated briefly, although our hands remained clasped together as I spun Ben around, hoping to fling him to the surf at our feet. But the speed proved too great and we both flew apart.
It took me a moment to straighten up and Ben wasted no time taking advantage. Before I could counter him, Ben rushed forward, forcing my right arm behind my back in an armlock as we dropped to our knees. But instead of working his way around behind me, Ben slammed his chest against mine in a surprise move. I flung my free arm at him, attempting to force him back. But before I could fully recoup, Ben grabbed my arm and forced it, too, behind my back! We were again chest to chest, my arms trapped behind my back by a dual armlock - definitely a first for me! Buster and Bonker were pancaked against Ben’s chest as he repeatedly yanked upwards harshly on the dual armlock. I found myself staring directly into the eyes of the man of my dreams… a man who now controlled me totally, at least for the moment. I gasped audibly at the incredible pain! I swore revenge. I’d turn the tables and bend him to my will!
I twisted and yanked at my arms, trying to break free. But when Ben’s rigid rod inadvertently thumped low against my waist, I lost concentration momentarily. The next thing I knew, Ben had swapped hand for hand so my arms were now crossed behind my back being pulled to each side ever tighter. Buster and Bonker were forced tight against Ben’s slippery chest. I could feel my nipples grow hard against him as he continued to increase the pressure of the hold.
I remained calm, focusing on how best to break free. Still in a kneeling position, I managed to get my right foot under me and partially stand, and then the other foot! I leaned into the hold and forced Ben over backwards! He released my arms as he fell. Ben was now on his back while I stood above, but he’d managed to lock his legs around my waist as he fell. But from his position below, Ben was unable to exert much the pressure and the hold served mainly to keep me in place. Instead of trying to free myself, I decided to try a new hold, one I’d never before attempted. I grabbed both of Ben’s legs securely at my waist, and then twisted upon his body decisively to the side, neatly flipping him facedown. I’d succeeded in putting Ben in a Boston Crab!! The match was still young, but maybe I could beat him here and now!!
Ben’s ankles were hooked securely under my armpits as I squatted down, pressing my naked ass against his naked ass and forcing his rigid pecker into the sand and surf. His legs were bent back at a severe angle and I could feel his body shudder intermittently from the intense pain.
I held Ben helpless, contenting myself with inflicting pain and sapping his reserves. Ben managed to raise his head above the surf, so I knew he was in no danger. After all, I needed him in good shape for post match ‘activities’.
Ben’s resilience was amazing. I couldn’t understand how he could manage the strain! Maybe he just needed a little convincing. “C’mon Ben, give it up. I can end the pain right now,” I queried. “Or I can give you a lot more,” I continued, increasing the pressure once again.
“No… never,” he rasped roughly, clearly feeling the pain.
My emotions buoyed instantly! Maybe a little trash talk would do the trick… let him know who’s boss. I leaned back so my head was near his, wishing to make my taunts all the more personal. “It’s over Ben, admit it!” I told him confidently, allowing my long tresses to brush against his broad shoulders seductively.
But it wasn’t over! “Not yet!” growled Ben emphatically. One of his arms suddenly snaked around my neck, and before I could counter, his ankles flew free of my armpits as he threw me to the side. Unfortunately, his arm was still wrapped about my neck for a headlock as he knelt behind me. I struggled and strained to get free, but Ben was reluctant to press the hold further. I knew he was in a holding pattern, trying to recover his strength. There was little I could do to break free. Every time I tried to pry his arm over my head, he’d increase the pressure. For now, it was a waiting game.
Finally, Ben began to press his advantage, forcing my head face down into the surf. But being a water sprite, I had no aversion to a little dunking. I simply swung my legs to the side and rolled him over, forcing his head into the water. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out long.
I was rewarded soon enough as Ben released me and rose to his feet, gasping for air while coughing briefly. I rose to meet him, but he kept his distance while recovering.
“Nice escape, Kim,” he said admiringly. “Very clever…”
“You too Ben,” I returned. “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,” he agreed. “But shall we resume?”
I nodded my consent and advanced towards him slowly. “You must realize by now that I’m unbeatable in the water,” I teased. But it proved to be too much a clue!
“Um hmm, I’m realizing that,” he smiled, suddenly reaching between my legs. I was unprepared for such a bold move on his part, assuming the match would continue being non-sexual. But a sex-grip wasn’t Ben’s plan. While his wrist was pressed firmly against ‘Vel’, his right hand gripped my ass firmly as he lifted me completely into the air. I let out a little yelp as he easily tossed me through the air, splashing on my back in the surf about two meters distant.
By the time I recovered, Ben had turned tail, sprinting for the beach, but not as fast as I’d have thought. He turned briefly to call to me, “Catch me if you can!”
If I pursued, I’d lose my water-sprite advantage. But I clearly had Ben on the run. I made up my mind quickly and rose from the water to pursue. As I gathered speed, I recalled the chase games of our youth. While I definitely preferred being the pursue-ee, I also enjoyed being the pursue-er.
The going was slow in the soft white sand as I chased after Ben, about 10 meters ahead. I watched his perfectly white, muscular ass churn as he ran powerfully for the brush. Since he hadn’t paused in the sand to engage me, I assumed Ben’s preferred setting was the lush tropical forest ahead. Before I knew, Ben had disappeared inside the forest canopy.
I quickened my pace as the sand became firmer near the forest’s edge, not wanting to give Ben a chance to really disappear. I barreled through the brush ready to tackle him to the ground, but he’d already vanished. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, pursuing Ben into his preferred element. I was at a complete disadvantage now, knowing little about the ways of the forest.
I worked my way forward slowly through the undergrowth, making as little noise as possible. I’d been the hunter when I had burst into the forest, but now I was the hunted. At every movement I made, I felt Ben’s eyes upon me, stalking his quarry. But I didn’t back down. If I could find him quickly enough, perhaps I could still finish him off before he recovered. I could see a clearing ahead, perhaps he was waiting there, I hoped.
But I’d been naïve, believing Ben would choose an area that gave him no advantage. From the side, with no warning, Ben pounced! I landed hard on my back, knocking the wind from my lungs slightly, weakening me similarly. Ben quickly secured his upper position with a schoolgirl pin, his bare ass squashing Buster and Bonker flat! His hands held mine in thrall. Ben’s knees rested over my shoulders, while his rigid male rod danced and swayed back & forth above my face. His eyes bore into mine from his dominant position above. I felt the need to congratulate him, perhaps make him overconfident.
“Nice move, Ben. I take it you’re an outdoorsman of a sort,” I began.
“Um hmm,” he grinned. “We’re in my element now.”
“I think I’ll manage,” I replied. “After all, I’ll never submit from a schoolgirl pin.” Though staring at his large, rigid pecker just inches above my lips, I wasn’t nearly as certain as I’d sounded.
“I know,” he smiled. “You see, I’ve only just begun.”
My delaying tactic had gone on long enough and my wind had returned for the most part. My legs shot upwards towards Ben’s torso, but Ben was ready for the move. He grabbed my legs and stood while repositioning his legs behind my rear. Before I knew it, I was doubled over on my back with my feet touching the ground above my head. Ben was resting above, his bare butt resting on the underside of my knees. As he squatted, the pressure increased. My back screamed in pain, stretched to the limit! My breath came in spasms.
But through the haze, somehow I saw Ben’s scrotum bouncing up and down, as he squatted and then released the pressure. It gave me focus, staring at his nuts… the man of my dream’s nuts, I realized. I managed to ignore the pain as he tortured my body in a sort of rhythmic movement… almost like sex… but this was pure pain!! I refocused, staring intently upon his bouncing nuts; I managed a nirvana of sorts, largely ignoring the pain.
Finally, with Ben on the upswing, I managed to bridge and twist, forcing Ben to fall off me to the side. His belly was near my knees, so I quickly swung my legs around his waist. But as I rocked back down to the ground, Ben had managed to carry my momentum further and as my body came back up in the air, he managed to likewise wrap his legs upon my waist. We fell back to the ground on our sides, legs wrapped about each other’s stomachs in a mutual waist scissors!
Of all the holds thus far, this one would surely be the best test of each other’s mettle. We held each other equally in the same hold… the same, painful hold. ‘Who would get the better of whom,’ I wondered.
I was the first to apply solid pressure, and I heard Ben grunt noticeably. But as I released, Ben squeezed his legs determinedly upon my waist in return, forcing a gasp from my lips. Thus it went for some amount of time, I squeezed & Ben grunted, and then Ben squeezed & I grunted. We were both spent from the effort, but I felt like I was winning out, confident in the power of my thighs.
Finally, we both squeezed the other in chorus, and I could feel Ben weaken as his legs loosened their grip slightly. I used the opportunity to slip free of his legs! But Ben was still trapped within my thighs. I grabbed hold of his right arm to keep him from wriggling free, and then squeezed my thighs together ever harder upon his waist. I looked Ben squarely in the eyes as he grimaced in pain, but I could see he wasn’t ready to submit.
Then he managed to slip his left arm between my thighs and protect his stomach from the pressure for a time. This allowed Ben to wriggle around within the confines of the leg scissors, using the slippery Fantastic Lotion to his advantage. Finally, Ben forced my legs off him completely.
I got to my feet quickly, eager to press my advantage. As he still lay on the ground, I grabbed Ben’s right ankle and twisted it hard over his head, stretching his hamstring tendon to the utmost. I knew the hold to be somewhat ineffectual, so I stepped over his body with one leg to increase the tension and twisted his leg all the more. For greater effect I crouched down and twisted all the more. Ben was oddly silent, so I glanced back at him and saw him staring intently at Vel. It must have been a perfect view, my legs spread apart squarely above his head. I knew he was thinking of the same thing I was… but that would come later.
I had dwelled on the thought for too long, as Ben planted his free foot squarely upon my ass and shoved away hard! I literally flew through the air, landing softly on the substantial flora, arms to the sides, stunned briefly by the sudden reversal. Ben was on me in an instant, landing fully on my back. Ben grabbed my arms and pulled them backwards hard and then sat upright, his naked ass resting atop my naked ass. I was caught in a Surfboard hold, and worse yet, Ben seemed to be somewhat of an expert at it. The pressure was intense, and that was before he rose to his feet, placed his foot square on the small of my back and pulled even harder upon my arms! My head and chest half rose from the ground while the rest of my body shook from the pressure. Then his foot moved further up my upper back. Ben’s right foot forced my face into the sand as he nearly yanked my arms out of their sockets. I was in serious trouble, the sheer pain of the hold unbelievable!!
“C’mon Kim. Give it up,” he asked pleadingly. “We’re in my element now. I can keep this up all day.”
“Uh… uh… not yet, Ben… not ever!” I gasped hoarsely.
But I wasn’t so sure. Maybe it was all over for me… I couldn’t take the pressure much longer. But then I realized he was standing on only one leg. I managed to get one knee under me and powered my way up about 15 centimeters. It was enough to unbalance Ben and he tumbled to the side and I was free once again!
I was completely spent, my body in tatters. At least Ben seemed in no better shape as we rose to our feet and staggered towards each other. We seemed an equal match and I had no idea how this thing would end. Tapping hidden reserves, I rushed square at Ben hoping to take him by surprise, but he was ready, and we just struggled back and forth across the lush flora. But one time as Ben forced me back, I tripped on a small bush and fell backwards. I held on though, and Ben tumbled down with me. I flipped him over the top of me, but he didn’t let go either. We tumbled end over end before I finally flew off him, surprised to land in soft white sand!
Ben was quick to follow, but he kept his distance for the moment. I was thrilled to be out of the lush forest, out of Ben’s preferred grounds.
“Neutral ground,” I gasped, catching a momentary breath.
“Um hmm,” he replied hoarsely. “No more running away, for either of us.”
“Agreed. We finish this here on the beach,” I challenged, ready to settle this contest between us here and now.
“Where neither of us has the advantage,” Ben added in agreement.
The warm, soft, deep sand under my feet diminished my quickness, one of my primary advantages over Ben. I surveyed Ben’s naked body, smooth yet hard, as we jockeyed for position before locking up. Unbelievable as it was, there wasn’t a speck of sand anywhere on Ben’s body, even his feet! York must have put an enchantment on the Fantastic Lotion! Just what kind of man was he, the mysterious Mr. York?
“That’s some lotion York gave us,” I told Ben as we continued to make small feints at one another. “I bet a person could make a fortune with it!”
“Yeah, but I think I’d like to test it a little more,” he laughed, taking a few phony steps in my direction.
I ignored his move and continued stalking him in a circular pattern. We seemed locked in taunt mode, but I had an idea how to break out of it, using one of our favorite maneuvers. “Hey, how about another test of strength?” I asked. “To see who’s the stronger now.”
“Sounds fine to me,” he replied, taking several tentative steps towards me.
Our fingertips met first, arms extended slightly above the head. Next our palms met, allowing fingers to interlock in dual handclasps. It was time to begin the assault in earnest. I stepped forward to challenge Ben directly, pressing my potent, naked breasts squarely against his bare chest. But then Ben pressed his waist against mine and his rigid male rod poked about my navel. I gasped from the contact! Next our thighs plied against one another as our bodies met in totality. We were locked in the most intimate of power struggles!
Pressing the fierce intimacy of the moment to its fullest, I locked eyes with Ben, boring deeply into his steely gray eyes with utmost confidence, notifying Ben of the true battle that awaited him. Our lips were mere centimeters apart. I longed to throw him to the sand then & there, and have Vel mount that large pecker of his and pump it dry! But if I dared, I knew there would be the telltale flash of light and I’d find myself alone on the floor of my cottage. ‘First things first,’ I told myself, win the match first, and then dominant sex afterwards.
Fortunately, my wandering mind returned in time to press the battle forward. I pushed at Ben forcefully as I breathed deeply. But Ben was not of a mind to be shoved around and the test of strength battle raged back and forth in the sand. But we were both worn down from the intense struggle, neither possessing even half our normal strength. Out chests slipped, slapped and smashed against each other in the mêlée that signaled the finale to our struggle.
Risking much, I reached deep down and summoned much of my remaining reserves, forcing Ben’s wrists downwards below waist level in an attempt to break the stalemate and force him to the sand. But the maneuver had gone so smoothly that it progressed very naturally into a dual armlock, the very hold Ben had used against me earlier, though now we were standing! Both of Ben’s arms now locked behind his back. As I wrenched his arms fiercely upwards, Buster & Bonker ferociously smacked against Ben’s chest. As I continued to increase the pressure of the standing, face-to-face dual arm lock, my head naturally came to rest upon the top of Ben’s left shoulder. Ben grunted loudly from the strain, his overall weakness now apparent.
“Give it up Ben,” I ordered. “I have greater endurance than you! At this stage of our contest, I am definitely the stronger!” I boasted through gritted teeth, as I wrenched upwards at both of his arms. He seemed helpless before me, yet still he defied the inevitable.
“No way Kim. I’m not done yet!” he cried out, before continuing. “I’ll have you down before you know it,” he grunted.
I knew it was mere bluster coming from Ben, at least I hoped that it was. I decided to press the attack and finish him. I smiled knowingly at Ben and then moved my feet in closer to his. He tried to trip me, but I was ready for it, tripping him backwards into the soft sand. I let go of his arms, instead wresting Buster and Bonker towards Ben’s face and wrapping my arms about his head.
Ben’s head squirmed back & forth frantically, trying to escape the breast smother. My nipples hardened firmly as they banged into Ben’s lips, following the movement of his head while he thrashed about. Up to this point, even though both of us were naked, the match had not been a sexual one. Even now, I was merely doing what came naturally to me as a woman… using all of my assets, in this case Buster & Bonker, to subdue my opponent… in this case a hunky male.
As we rolled back and forth in Ben’s futile attempts to escape, I managed to wrap my legs around Ben’s waist. He was truly trapped as we now lay on our sides, my arms wrapped around Ben’s head, my legs around his waist and my breasts smother-attacking his face. Unfortunately, Ben’s hands remained free and he managed to wriggle them between us, latching onto my breasts and forcing them off his mouth. But I knew it to be only a matter of time… Buster and Bonker would finish him, slowly but surely! A smile formed on my lips as I contemplated Ben’s demise.
“You’re too weak to break free, Ben,” I boasted confidently. “Give it up. Buster and Bonker have you on the run.” I continued, realizing I’d finally revealed their names to someone.
Ben seemed momentarily confused, before grunting between breaths, “So, which one is which?”
I forced Buster towards his face, and said, “This one’s Buster.”
Ben reacted quickly, clutching Buster solidly before she could cover his mouth. So I tried the same thing with Bonker, pushing her forcefully towards Ben’s mouth, and said, “And this one is Bonker. I think she’ll be the one to batter down your defenses!”
Ben seemed unable to defend himself as Bonker overwhelmed him. With Bonker now firmly entrenched upon Ben’s lips, both of my nipples reacted excitedly, hardening into pointy projectiles. I was slowly smothering Ben into submission!! I’d used them to smother him once before, and I’d do it again now!
To his credit, Ben managed to fight back, finally forcing both hands onto Bonker and forcing her off his mouth. I heard him gasp deeply. Surely, he couldn’t have had much left… this merely an act of desperation!
But then Ben squeezed decisively upon Bonker, attacking her fiercely! And then he attacked Buster, a hand clawing upon each of them!! The pain was terrifying as I’d never had Buster & Bonker defiled in such a way ever before!! What could he be thinking??
As if in answer, Ben grunted his reply. “When you used them as weapons, they became fair game. Buster and Bonker are now in play!”
‘Now what had I done!!’ I asked myself as Ben squeezed Buster & Bonker all the harder. Although, in a way, somehow it did seem fair. There was a price to be paid for using my breasts as weapons! I steeled my reserves, replying simply, “Fair enough.”
I had to get free of his clutches. I released my arms from around his neck and grabbed at Ben’s hands. But Ben was prepared and forced my legs free of his waist as I tore his hands off of Buster & Bonker. He shoved at my body forcefully and I tumbled off of him backwards. Ben was free! And I’d spent much of my energy on a failed attempt to finish him! ‘Now what,’ I asked myself. Did I have enough energy left to take him?
As Ben leaped at me to take advantage, I answered my question, raising my feet to meet his onrushing abdomen, neatly flipping Ben over me, just like in the Westerns. He landed softly on his back in the sand behind me. I leapt to my feet and raced towards his prone form. As I leapt at him, Ben rolled quickly to the side. I landed in a heap face down in the sand. Before I knew it, Ben was on my back, wrapping his arms beneath my armpits for a full nelson. I tried to squirm free before he could secure the hold, but it only served to help Ben wrap his legs about my waist in a scissors lock!
In a few moments time, I’d gone from offense to defense, from hunter to hunted. Ben now held the advantage decisively, rather than me. With few reserves remaining, I was in a real quandary! But did Ben have the energy to finish the job? That was the real question…
I twisted and turned beneath him, my face occasionally forced into the sand below. I felt my strength fading, but nevertheless held firm against the unrelenting pressure, figuring I could hold out for some time in a full nelson.
I twisted and turned, continuing my attempts at freedom. But it cost me! At the apex of one attempt, Ben rolled me back fiercely, forcing my face into the sand. For a moment, it seemed that Ben had released me, his arms pulling from my neck. But when my head lurched upwards and back fiercely, then I realized his hands were wrapped under my chin in a Camel Clutch!! It was out of the frying pan and into the fire as I realized the move could possibly be used to force a submission!!
The pain was incredible as a wild squealing sound escaped my lips. But my arms remained free, at least for now. When he went to secure them, I knew there would be a chance. I grimaced patiently under the pressure, knowing my chance would come! There! I’d let him grab one arm, knowing he’d be off balance when going for the other. At exactly the right moment, I arched my back abruptly and Ben tumbled off. I was free once again!!
Ben landed on his back off to the side. I barely rose to my feet before hurling myself towards him. I landed on Ben face-first but with little effect, the day’s physical exertion finally exacting its toll on me. Thankfully, Ben was in similar condition as we rolled around in the sand to little effect. Perhaps I could yet prevail.
At least Buster and Bonker were enjoying themselves, rolling and sliding against Ben’s bare chest as we struggled in the sand. Thankfully, the Fantastic Lotion continued to thwart any sand from clinging to our naked forms. I assumed Ben would most fear another smother attack, so I inched upwards on his body, setting up my deception. In the midst of it all, I finally rolled over into the top position, freed my legs from their entwinement and lurched my body forwards upon his. Ben’s hands came up defensively to ward off Buster and Bonker, but were instead met by my hands. I promptly sat up, straddled his chest with both legs and assumed the Schoolgirl pin position.
I slid further forward on Ben’s chest so that my calves rested on his shoulders, and then tucked his wrists under my ankles where I could more easily control them. I smiled at Ben as smugly as I could muster, hoping to spur him into futile actions, thus weakening him further. But he was too smart to respond, realizing, as had I, that the battle had become one of attrition.
Nevertheless, I tried to spur him to action with a half-truth. “C’mon Ben, I can sit here all day. The longer you wait, the stronger I’ll become.”
“I’m patient, Kim, I can wait you out.”
Perhaps I needed to reinforce my words with action. I stared directly into his eyes, taking a deep breath to exert Buster & Bonker to their fullest, making a big show of regaining my strength. I’d surreptitiously inched Vel towards Ben’s face, all the while knowing that this was how I planned to ‘take’ him later. I released Ben’s hands, freeing my arms for a biceps-flexing muscle pose, my calves continuing to hold his shoulders down in the sand. Unfortunately, the maneuver left Ben an opening.
Ben bridged and twisted sideways. I squealed loudly as I slid off him sideways, my disappointment obvious as Ben scooted clear. We rose to our knees, both of us too weak to regain a standing position. But still, perhaps I could muster the energy one more time. I called upon the last of my reserves in a last-ditch maneuver… something he had used on me successfully in the surf. As Ben neared, I stabbed my right arm between his kneeling legs, brushing against his large, engorged pecker as I continued further for a grip on his firm, naked buttocks. My left arm went around his back as I tried to lift and throw Ben to the sand. I felt his knees lift into the air momentarily, but I’d underestimated my energy. My strength failed me and Ben plopped back down.
Ben yanked my arm from between his legs and then had the audacity to insert his hand between my thighs instead, his wrist pressed firmly against Vel as he clenched my buttocks with his fingers. In spite of the situation, I didn’t panic, as I doubted whether Ben possessed the strength for a lift and throw, either. But it was a feint, as he didn’t even try to lift, instead bowling me over onto my back in the sand. His body smacked into mine hard and I had some of the wind knocked out of me. Instinctively, I entwined his legs in mine to limit his mobility. Our hands reached out to their counterparts as I tried to limit Ben’s options while I recovered my breath. As always, our naked chests mashed together fiercely, nearly smashing Buster and Bonker flat as we struggled! I loved the contact within the entwinement… the primal feel of the hold… the testing of one against the other. Unfortunately, I was fighting a delaying action until I could recover.
Without intending, our slippery bodies slid and rubbed together in the most intimate of ways. Vel was virtually aflame with desire, waves of intense heat emanating from between my thighs as we rolled around in the sand, tangled tightly within each other’s body. Ben was literally the man of my dreams and I meant to have him fully, here and now!
But there was one problem, my strength was not returning. I was worn & spent, and loosing my wind had been the final stroke. I was as weak as a lamb, barely able to resist when Ben went to press his advantage. He broke free of our entwinement, landing on my tummy with his naked ass, his legs extended in front of him resting on my shoulders. It didn’t seem that difficult to break free, and in my weakened state, didn’t realize the danger as I raised my head and shoulders to roll him off me. Suddenly my head and neck were between Ben’s thighs and I was in bad trouble!
I panicked momentarily, twisting wildly in my attempts to get free. But all I managed was allowing Ben to improve his scissors grip while slipping around behind me. Before I could muster any resistance, Ben had managed to put me in a figure four head scissors! Now I was in terrible trouble!!
I twisted and turned, hoping against hope to dislodge the hold before Ben could secure his position. But as my attempts failed, Ben increased the pressure and my remaining reserves failed as well. Despite the intense pain, a calm came upon me as I sorrowfully realized my fate. I would not defeat Ben this day…
“It’s over Kim. I can increase the pain at will. You’re too weak to break free. It’s time to yield,” he advised, no bravado evident whatsoever, only respect for a battle well fought.
“N…n… never,” I gulped, not believing my words any more than he did.
Ben increased the pressure once more. “C’mon Kim, I have no desire to inflict further pain,” he replied sincerely. “This is hurting me as much as it is you.”
At first, I thought he was joking, but his voice had choked slightly as he’d said the words - the obvious emotion in Ben’s voice bellied his sincerity. I had nothing left with which to resist. But perhaps I could extract one last thing from him before submitting… a chance at redemption… perhaps something a bit more sensuous where I might turn the tables on him…
“Okay Ben, but before I submit,” I managed between gulps of air. “I’d like a chance to even the score with you… tonight… another match, but of my choosing. I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Certainly,” he grinned, still maintaining adequate pressure with the figure four head scissors. “I agree to a rematch… tonight. But this afternoon, I have something altogether different in mind! Now, do you give?” he demanded.
“Yes, Ben. I submit,” I told him evenly.
Ben released the hold and we literally flew into each other’s arms, sitting upright wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, kissing passionately. Our arms searched and groped at each other’s bodies as our mutual desire exploded in its entirety. I wasn’t surprised at the sudden ‘poof’ sound, but I was surprised to find us still wrapped passionately about each other’s bodies afterwards. We landed in the doorway between our adjoined cottages, still naked and covered with the slippery, slimy Fantastic Lotion. It took some time before we were able to pry our arms from around each other and make our way to Ben’s bed - he’d won, so it was his choice. After all these years, I would finally share the intimacy I’d long imagined… with the man of my dreams… together at long last…
The End of Part 3K(im).
[Author’s note: Any similarity of names used in this story to actual persons was unintentional and purely coincidental.]