Mindy, Fantasy Session Wrestler in “Training, Part 2 - Coaching the Novices”

By Gark

Mindy: Age 27, 36C-24-35, 5' 9½", 145 lb.

Cindy: Age 21, 37D-23-34, 5' 8", 134 lb.

Denise: Age 23, 34C-26-37, 5' 6", 135 lb, sturdy frame & fairly big butt.

[As told by Mindy]

Pre-Lesson 4

Cindy was terribly nervous as we parked the car in front of MFC. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “The worst that can happen is that Denise will say ‘no’. Really, it’s no big deal, either way. Now calm down.”

Cindy tried to reply, “But, what if…”

“Hold that thought,” I interrupted. “Here she comes now.”

Denise parked her car next to mine, immediately opening her car door to get out. I prodded Cindy in the ribs, forcing her out of my car. I got out, too, carrying a cardboard coffee tray. Denise appeared confused when she saw Cindy, no doubt noticing the family resemblance, in spite of the age difference. As a peace offering, I held up the three luscious lattes on the cardboard carrier tray for Denise to see.

Motioning towards Cindy, I said, “This is my ‘kid sister’ Cindy, though, ‘kid sister’ isn’t a very good description anymore. Cindy turned twenty-one a few months ago.”

“Pleased to meet you,” began Denise uncertainly, offering her hand towards Cindy. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Nothing awful, I hope. It’s nice to meet you, too,” Cindy replied pleasantly. “But I can’t say I’ve heard anything about you… client confidentiality and all.”

This brought a smile to Denise’s face, although I knew she must still be confused. “Let’s go inside and sit for a spell with our coffee so we can talk,” I offered.

The two women nodded their consent. I unlocked the door to MFC and we went inside to get comfortable in the big chairs of the reception area near the front entrance.

Once we were all seated, I began. “Denise, I can imagine you’re wondering why Cindy’s here.” Denise nodded silently, so I continued. “Well… as you probably remember, you left quickly at the end of your last lesson. A few moments later, Cindy rang the door buzzer and I thought it was you returning for some forgotten thing, so I buzzed her in.”

Denise smiled, saying, “So, the cat’s out of the bag?”

“Um hmm,” I replied in the affirmative. “Cindy knows everything about me, and what I do for a living. But all I’ve shared with her about my clients are generalities - no names and no specifics.”

“That’s smart of you Mindy, very smart indeed,” Denise replied more comfortably. “I’m sure confidentiality is very important to most of your clients. But tell me Cindy, will you keep Mindy’s profession a secret from the rest of your family?”

“For sure,” replied Cindy. “No problem.”

“So, why are you here, then?” asked Denise.

“Well, uh…” began Cindy uncertainly. “I want Mindy to teach me the ropes, so to speak. I want to be a ‘personal trainer’ like my big sister, at least for the summer anyway. And, I already have some experience!”

I smiled at Denise and told her, “We had a little impromptu match the other night after I buzzed her in, kind of a sisterly thing. But since then, I’ve been training with Cindy daily, and, she’s doing pretty well. In fact, she’s nearly at the same skill level as you.”

Recognition dawned on Denise’s face, but I continued before she could say anything. “I think both of you could benefit by training with someone closer to your own level.”

“Um, I uh…” began Denise.

I cut her off again, saying, “I’ll cut my fee in half, plus you and I will continue to spar as well,” I told her.

Cindy looked very embarrassed, telling Denise, “I can leave right now if you want. I won’t say anything to anyone. Besides, I don’t know anything, anyway.”

Denise took Cindy’s hand before she could rise. “Stay put Cindy,” began Denise with a kind smile. “It was just a surprise, that’s all. I’d be happy to train with you. Mindy can be kind of daunting, after all.”

“Yes!!!!” squealed Cindy excitedly.

“And,” Denise continued, “you’re closer to my age than Mindy, too. I’ve only just turned 23.”

“All right!!!!” squealed Cindy again.

Denise and I both smiled at Cindy’s wild enthusiasm. Things would work out for the best, I told myself. We chatted for a time, letting Cindy and Denise become better acquainted before the start of the lesson.

After a time, Denise shared her news with us. “Dan and I wrestled last weekend. But I didn’t want to spill the beans before vacation time, so I did my best not to show him my new skills. But still, I nearly beat him! If I had tried harder, or used some of my new moves, who knows? And, he was so hot afterwards that the sex was incredible!!”

“Way to go, Denise!” I beamed. “I bet you could have beat him if you’d wanted.”

“Probably…” she countered. “I’m pretty sure that I’ll be able to take him down during vacation! You know, I told Dan we couldn’t wrestle any more now before vacation… that we’d have a special vacation with lots of wrestling, and that it would be best to ‘save ourselves’ for what we’ve dubbed the ‘Contests of Door County’.”

“I like it! And, a smart plan,” I replied emphatically.

“Uh, if it’s not asking too much,” asked Cindy, “can you tell me what you and Dan were wearing for your match the other night?”

I scowled at Cindy, but Denise cut me off. “It’s okay. I don’t mind, really,” she said. “It was one of our common themes. At first, I wore tight gym shorts and a clingy, lightweight sleeveless blouse… braless and no panties. Dan wore pretty much the same thing, gym shorts, clingy sleeveless t-shirt and no briefs.”

“So was it a sex fight?” asked Cindy unabashedly.

I scowled again, but Denise continued regardless. “No, not quite. We were both topless within moments of starting, having ripped each other’s tops to shreds. But the gym shorts stayed on until after the match was over.”

Cindy groaned, disappointed.

“I’m not sure whether Dan wants to sex-wrestle or not,” continued Denise.

“Believe me, he does,” I offered. “He’s just too much of a gentleman to ask.”

“With his wife, he’s too much of a gentleman to request a sexual favor?” Denise asked, completely perplexed.

“Um hmm. Believe me when I tell you you’re going to have to initiate it,” I replied confidently. “Your Dan sounds like a special guy to me.”

Cindy nodded in agreement before Denise continued. “I suppose you’re right. Maybe we’ll try a little sex wrestling in Door County. Be sure to tell me everything about it,” she giggled.

Cindy seemed relieved to hear that Denise and her husband would give sex wrestling a try. I realized my little sister would be a real handful to deal with - sex here, sex there, sex everywhere!!! I could try to rein her in, or, I could just let nature take its course…

By now, we had drained the last of our lattes. Rising from my seat, I said, “Let’s get ready to rumble, ladies!”

Lesson 4

They followed me to the back area where the mat remained laid out from Tammy’s lesson a few nights previous. “Let’s give it a go on the mat for today. We can put the mattress out next time, or just use the bed,” I told them. “So what’s it going to be this time, Denise?” I asked.

“I brought along gym shorts. But I didn’t bother to bring along a sleeveless blouse, figuring there was no point in destroying yet another blouse. I hope you don’t mind, Cindy,” she offered, “wrestling topless,” probably already having guessed Cindy’s response.

“No, I don’t mind at all,” Cindy grinned, already eager to mix it up with Denise bared to the waist. “Mindy, do you have any gym shorts for me to wear?” she asked.

“Sure sis,” I replied, leading her into the bedroom of MFC and opening up several of the clothes drawers in the double-sized dresser within. I quickly located several pairs of gym shorts and tossed one at her, keeping the other for myself. Cindy caught them easily and we strolled back into the main area where Denise awaited.

Cindy then began peeling off her clothes. Her blouse flew off first, followed by her large 38D bra, though her boobs were ‘mere’ 37D’s.

Denise gasped at the sight of Cindy’s very large breasts and said, “I can see there’ll be more smothering lessons today… but at least you’re not as tall as your sister.”

Cindy smiled as Denise casually tossed aside her blouse, revealing her bare 34C’s. “Yes, I do believe there’ll be smothering lessons today,” grinned Cindy appreciatively.

Realizing they’d met an equally skilled opponent, Cindy and Denise were behaving like two divas, taunting each other while comparing assets. Tossing aside my blouse and bra, revealing my own 36C’s, I replied, “I can see there’s no stopping either of you. As soon as you’re ready, you’ll start with a sparring session. The learning part of the lesson will come later.”

Cindy unabashedly dropped her slacks and panties to the floor and slipped on the pink gym shorts. Denise and I looked on, realizing that compared to Cindy, we were both prudes. We quickly dropped out of our slacks & panties and slipped on our gym shorts. Denise wore Kelly green gym shorts with high slits on the sides, explaining they were Dan’s favorites. I chose powder blue gym shorts. The three of us women stopped and stared a few moments at each other’s breasts, comparing size, shape, nipples, coloration or whatever. I’d found it almost universal that when confronted with a likewise topless female, women always compared breasts. Cindy had never before seen Denise’s pearly white 34C breasts, no doubt noticing her bright pink and pointy nipples. And Denise had never before witnessed Cindy’s larger 37D, fully tanned breasts - no tan lines! Cindy and I had the same largish, rose pink nipples, no doubt an inherited trait. My lightly tanned 36C’s were nothing new to either of them I realized, observing Denise and Cindy closely studying each other’s racks.

My shoulder length, auburn brown hair was already put back in dual ponytails, a common style for me when wrestling. Cindy’s neck length (dyed) blond hair was tied into a short, single ponytail, though it was short enough that it appeared more like a knot, or ball of hair. Denise’s bushy, blond hair barely covered her ears and needed no restraint.

Before I could bat an eye, the two of them were on the mat circling, preparing to engage the other. Skill-wise, I considered them both to be high novices, though maybe Denise could be considered a low intermediate level.

Denise made the first move, grabbing Cindy’s leg and upending her to the mat. It was a basic move, but it had worked. Cindy landed on her back, her huge boobs rebounding several times from the impact. Denise followed her down to the mat and landed square atop Cindy, boobs-to-boobs. The expression on their faces was worth a million bucks - both of them completely awestruck! Though Cindy and I had clashed bare breasted in our initial encounter, we had since trained with our tops covered. So, I assumed for Cindy that this was the first time she’d really ‘encountered’ another female’s breasts. As for Denise, I figured it was the enormity of contact with Cindy’s very large rack.

Denise shook off her surprise and quickly mounted Cindy in a schoolgirl pin, her large rump resting squarely upon Cindy’s large rack. I had worked with Cindy on escape from the hold, but it seemed to be doing her little good at the moment. Cindy’s legs came up in an attempt to hook Denise’s armpits, but Denise deftly leaned forward to counter the move. Her breasts heaved up and down from the strain of keeping Cindy in place. I had decided against using pin-counts, as this was merely a sparring session and not a match.

I let Cindy squirm helplessly for a long time, unable to free herself from beneath Denise’s big butt. Denise was firmly entrenched, a huge smile on her face, apparently having the time of her life. But Cindy needed some coaching, so I moved closer to give her some advice. “Remember about bridging and twisting,” I coaxed.

Denise gave me a dirty look, so I told her, “Don’t worry. I’m here to coach… not to play favorites. As a point in fact, I’m really enjoying Cindy’s predicament. Believe me, if it were you on bottom, I’d be giving you the same advice, only sooner.”

Cindy frowned at me and then tried bridging and twisting as I’d suggested. For a time, Denise managed to hold her in check, but eventually Cindy toppled Denise off her to the side. Both women scrambled to their knees, hoping to get one up on the other, but it was a tie, so they calmly faced each other, knees to the mat.

Almost automatically, the two women locked up in a handclasp test of strength, straining and tugging, trying to force the other down. Then Cindy’s large 37D rack slammed hard against Denise’s smaller 34C’s, knocking her flat on her back. The enormous heft of Cindy’s boobs slamming into her own again left Denise awestruck. Cindy scrambled on top and the two women went at it in earnest. Cindy was clearly attempting to keep Denise’s shoulders pinned, her larger breasts giving her a distinct advantage as their chests clashed - nearly a bodypress pin. During the scuffle, Denise’s thigh inadvertently slipped between Cindy’s legs, making intimate contact for a few moments. Cindy’s surprise, as well as pleasure, was written all over her face. It reminded me of my first time…

Cindy didn’t know what to do, try to get free, or hang on for the ride. I could see Denise had no idea what was going on with Cindy as she rolled her over easily. Now Denise was on top and her thigh had come free from between Cindy’s legs. Denise tried to sit up and straddle, but Cindy entwined her legs within Denise’s too quickly, placing her thigh directly against Denise’s most intimate area. A glazed look came over both women as they struggled within the confines of a mutual thigh-to-crotch embrace. I could see them becoming ‘clingy’, but I declined to intervene. It would be best for the two of them to work this out on their own.

They rolled back and forth, first one on top, and then the other. I could see they both were totally into the hump contest, body clinging against body with thigh pressed against crotch. Finally, Denise’s legs came free while she was on top, and she swung them to the side and maneuvered into position for a crossbody pin. Denise deftly tucked Cindy’s right arm between her thighs and then reached for control of Cindy’s other arm as she lay crossways on Cindy, chest to chest. The two women struggled in that position for a few moments, chests smashing against chests. Then Denise went for the coup de grace and slipped her 34C’s towards Cindy’s mouth. A rock hard nipple splashed across Cindy’s lips as Denise tried to finish her. The look on Cindy’s face was priceless. She didn’t know what to do - too many conflicting feelings. In the end, Cindy had to tap out and submit, as Denise’s smother hold was too effective. 34C’s had toppled 37D’s I mused, as the two women rose from the mat, both grinning broadly. I signaled them to join me for a break.

“You guys managed to learn the test of strength maneuver all by yourselves when you restarted from a kneeling position,” I told them. “So, I won’t cover that any further, other than to say that the hold is a favorite of all males. They like nothing better than to be straining against a woman with her breasts straining and staring right back at him.”

“Yeah, Dan and I tend to do that move a lot in our matches,” Denise replied. “It’s obvious that he loves it…”

“Nuff said,” I concluded. “Now Cindy, I bet you didn’t realize you almost put Denise in a bodypress pin. It’s most often used by the stronger of the two combatants, which is why it didn’t work this time. At that point, neither of you was significantly stronger than the other. I’ll give you guys a demo after break.”

I declined to comment on the ‘cling-on’ thigh-to-crotch maneuver. I assumed they could figure that one out themselves.

After break, I positioned Cindy lying on top of a prone Denise in the position they’d been a few moments earlier. “Now Cindy, grab Denise’s wrists and hold them down. Press your chest firmly against Denise’s chest and hold her down.”

“I know how to get out of this one,” chortled Denise, her thigh lifting towards Cindy’s crotch ever so slightly.

“Cindy, how would you counter that?” I asked.

“Like this maybe,” she replied, spreading her legs wide apart, outside of both of Denise’s legs.

“Very effective,” I replied, “but even better if you can grapevine the legs and turn it into a grapevine pin.”

Cindy responded and soon Denise’s legs were grapevined and under Cindy’s control. Cindy had Denise helpless, so she slammed her larger breasts into Denise’s breasts for spite, probably in repayment for forcing her to submit.

“Okay,” I told Cindy quickly. “Time for Denise to get a turn.”

Cindy looked disappointed, but rolled off Denise to the side. Denise got up slowly, saying, “Dan’s gotten me that way plenty of times. What should I do?” she asked.

“You should try bridging right away, before your opponent can get set very well. And, try not to let them grapevine you. Otherwise, it’s pretty tough to get loose.”

With that said, Denise quickly jumped on top of the prone Cindy and set her in the hold. The two women struggled for a moment, Cindy trying to insert a leg between Denise’s thighs while Denise tried to grapevine her in return. If Cindy had tried to bridge, maybe she’d have gotten loose, but eventually Denise won out and grapevine pinned Cindy solidly to the mat. Then Denise slapped her breasts down hard upon Cindy’s, as if to say, ‘They may be smaller, but they’re every bit as tough as yours!’

The two women obviously enjoyed their mutual competition! “Okay you two,” I interrupted, “Let’s reverse positions a few more times. Then we’ll go on to bearhugs!”

The two women practiced and reversed again, and then came back over to the edge of the mat where I waited. “Okay, bearhug next,” I began. “This is another favorite of sweaty males… or sweaty females, too. Let’s stand up and give it a try.”

The three of us rose to our feet. I was reluctant to go breast-to-breast with Cindy, so I stepped in front of Denise and said, “If you can, get your arms under your opponent’s arms & around them first. If you can lock your arms behind their back, their arms are left to flop around helplessly while you bearhug/squeeze them. Here, I’ll demonstrate on Denise.”

Before Denise had a clue, I stepped close to her, smashing my breasts against hers, and then wrapped my arms around her, locking them behind her back. I squeezed and hefted, lifting Denise an inch or two in the air. She gasped heavily from the intense pressure.

I let her down quickly and said, “Try not to let your opponent do that to you. If you can’t manage to get both of your arms under theirs, then at least try to get one. Here, let me demonstrate on Denise once more.”

Cindy looked peeved, but I ignored her. I wasn’t going to go breast-to-breast with her if I could help it. I slipped my right arm under Denise’s left arm while she did likewise with me. We locked arms together lightly, so I could continue explaining. Denise’s breasts pressed lightly against my own, being fairly equal in size. I liked the feeling… but I had to resume the instruction.

“This way is completely equal, neither combatant having a positional advantage. It’s a good way to test yourself against an opponent, male or female. Here, let’s give it a try,” I told Denise.

We squeezed at each other fiercely, Denise having much more spunk than I’d have thought. She certainly was much more aggressive now than when we’d first met!

Finally, we released each other. “Okay Denise, you and Cindy can give it a try, now,” I told her.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” asked Denise coyly.

I had no idea. “I dunno,” I offered. “Am I?”

“Yes,” she giggled. “I get a turn squeezing you with both of my arms under yours, don’t I? After all, you got to squeeze me that way.”

I smiled shyly and lifted my arms slightly as she approached, anticipating an interesting clash. And I wasn’t disappointed as Denise gripped around me solidly and smashed her breasts against mine. She crushed the breath from within me and lifted me at least as high as I’d lifted her. My legs dangled helplessly as she grinned broadly at me. “I told you I’m stronger than I look,” Denise said simply as she set me down.

I staggered to the edge of the mat to the amusement of both women. “Okay you two, try putting bearhugs on each other, in all combinations… and several times,” I ordered.

“I’ve done this before,” offered Denise, “Though I hadn’t realized about the arm position thing. But it’s just like you said about males, Mindy. Dan really likes ‘bare’ hugs,” she giggled.

They seemed more than willing to comply, their breasts clashing and chests heaving and caving in as they repeated the hold numerous times. From the look of things, they were having a mighty fine time of it, too, no doubt enraptured at the very intimate, very powerful breast-to-breast contact!!

Before I knew it, Denise called out, “How about it Cindy? Wanna have a go at it for real?”

Cindy nodded her consent and the two women locked up in a neutral bear hug. I was too fascinated by the spectacle to call a halt to it. From a standing position, the two women struggled back and forth for dominance. Finally, Cindy flung Denise to the mat. The two women were wrapped and tangled about each, clinging together like a giant-sized pretzel. Sweat seemed to drizzle from their bodies as they rolled around the mat, thighs now entwined about the other. I could see they were both getting hot, but what was I to do? Throw a bucket of water on them??

In the previous lesson, I’d seen the potential for this sort of match in Denise. She’d gotten ‘clingy’ with me, too, but not nearly to the extent I was witnessing at the moment between her and Cindy. I was again jealous of my little sister, but managed to let it drop. Cindy and Denise were closer in age and had more in common. Perhaps it was best to let them be…

Finally, Cindy managed to gain an advantage, working her breasts up high on Denise’s body. In a few moments, Cindy wrapped her arms around Denise’s neck and pressed her large breasts against Denise’s face. Denise had no choice but to tap out her submission. As they got up, both women were grinning from ear-to-ear, obviously having enjoyed the close contact. But I could see this wasn’t over between them.

I signaled Cindy and Denise to stop and join me on the nearby couch. I threw on a robe and went out front for some bottled water. We sat down on the couches nearby for a few moments rest and liquid refreshment. The two of them chatted up a storm, leaving me with little to say.

Finally, I interrupted. “Okay women, back to business. For the wrap-up, Denise and I will spar for a few minutes… until the first pin or submission. Cindy, you’ll be referee.”

Denise jumped up quickly, grinning. Cindy didn’t look nearly as happy, though.

“How do you want to do this, Denise?” I asked. “Maybe we should start the same way you and Dan would,” I offered.

“Sure. We rarely stand up, so why don’t we start from a kneeling position. Typically, we start by locking hands and mashing our chests together. From there, whatever…” advised Denise.

We kneeled on the mat a few feet apart, our nipples noticeably more perky than a few minutes previous. Cindy called out, “Begin.”

We moved towards one another and locked hands together. Then we began mashing our chests together. Denise grinned at the contact and I was secretly pleased that she was still interested in tussling with me. So I wasn’t paying nearly enough attention when Denise suddenly threw me to the mat and landed on top of me. I expected her to go for the smother, so I grabbed for her breasts to keep them away from my face, much in the same way as I’d imagine Dan would. But Denise ignored the move and scooted atop me, legs astride my waist. Before I knew it, she’d swatted my hands free of her breasts and plopped her big rear end comfortably atop my bare breasts. Then she wriggled forwards slightly to capture my shoulders with her knees. I twisted, turned and bridged to no avail. Denise and her big butt were too firmly entrenched. Before I knew it, Cindy had counted me out, although it seemed like a quick count to me.

Denise jumped up to her feet and slapped a high-five with Cindy. The two of them were giddy with delight, having bested the teacher. At first, I was somewhat chagrinned. But then I came to realize I’d done a good job with my student - she’d bested me for the first time, and probably not for the last, either.

A smile came easily for me as I shook Denise’s outstretched hand. “Congratulations, Denise. Well done,” I offered.

Denise just grinned.

“Okay girls. I think that about does it for this week,” I told them.

I decided upon a quick shower, while Denise and Cindy elected to towel off. As I headed for the bathroom, Cindy called out after me, “Me and Denise are going for lunch. Wanna come with?”

I opted to let the two younger ladies get better acquainted and declined. “No thanks. You two go ahead on your own. I have a client later. Denise can drop you home.”

It was a white lie, as my client wasn’t until many hours later. But I figured they’d have a better time on their own.

Pre-Lesson 5

Cindy and I arrived at MFC about a half hour early to adjust the layout from the night before. We moved the two twin mattresses back onto the king bed and put on a clean set of satin sheets - it was handy being next door to a laundromat!

“So, I assume we’re gonna use the bed for today’s lesson,” asked Cindy, smiling sheepishly.

“Um, hmm, among other things,” I replied, nonplussed, not giving her the satisfaction of a grin. “C’mon back to the main area and we can finish by shoving the couches into position.

We pushed the two couches, loveseat and chair alongside the edge of the mat. “We’ll practice a few apartment moves, first,” I told Cindy, “and then the bed.”

Just then, the buzzer sounded and so we went up front to let Denise inside. After admitting Cindy by accident a few weeks ago, I no longer buzzed the door release without first seeing who was calling. Denise held out a tray of coffees and we moved over to the table in the front area to visit for a few minutes.

Denise glanced over at the nearby countertop and refrigerator. “What’s up with the new stuff, Mindy? Are you gonna take my advice about the coffee shop?” she teased.

“You’re pretty close to the mark,” I replied. “They’re a gift from one of my more well-to-do clients,” I told her, not mentioning Dorothy by name. “She knows me pretty well by now, and wanted to do something special for me. Once the plumbing has been put in, there’ll be a basic espresso maker, too. I picked out one that’s simple enough for my clients to operate on their own. After all, I’m in the wrestling business, not the coffee business. But I think it’ll go over well.”

“That must be some client!” remarked Cindy.

“Yes, she is, “I replied. “Maybe you’ll meet her sometime,” I grinned knowingly, not yet ready to share my secret with her.

“I’ve always wanted to try my hand at making my own lattes,” beamed Denise. “Looks like I’m gonna be a lifetime client,” she giggled.

We chatted about coffee a while more before the subject changed. “Mindy, tell me again about your college degrees,” Denise asked.

“Sure. I’ve got a Bachelor of Arts degree in Political Science with minors in Physical Education and Drama,” I replied. “How about you Denise? I guess I never got around to asking.”

“I’m an accountant at a small firm,” she replied. “I specialize in conducting audits for large corporations. Everyone’s a lot more careful these days, after the Encon debacle and all. Tell me about your degree plans, Cindy,” asked Denise.

I realized that I was in the middle of a script, one the two women must have cooked up, but Cindy was too quick on the uptake.

“As you know, I’m going for a Bachelor of Science degree in Mechanical Engineering with a Bioengineering option,” replied Cindy. “My eventual goal is medical school, but I’m going to need a good source of income to manage it. So I plan on taking quite a few electives in Physical Education & Drama, and doing some fantasy/session wrestling on the side to help pay the way.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. Cindy would make a better future for herself than I had. Wrestling would be just the ‘means’ to achieve her ultimate goal.

“Sounds good, doesn’t it Mindy,” prompted Denise.

I smiled at the two of them, the charade being totally obvious. “Yes, yes,” I allowed. “It does sound like a good plan.” I got to my feet. “C’mon you two,” I commanded, “I feel the need for a little physicality!”

We withdrew to the main wrestling area, where Cindy and I had set the two sofas, loveseat and chair along the edges of the mat. “Denise, I’d like you to choose. What should we wear today?” I asked.

“I’d think bikini bottoms would be fine. We can skip the tops,” she replied, now totally at ease with being topless.

Lesson 5

This would be my ‘revenge’ on the two of them for ‘playing me’ about Cindy’s plans. “We haven’t tried much in the way of scissors holds thus far,” I began. “C’mere Cindy. I’ll demonstrate on you first,” I smirked. We moved onto the mat, where I lay down on my side. “Now Cindy, if you’d be so kind to insert your waist between my legs,” I teased, “and I’ll show you the proper way to apply a waist scissors.”

Cindy hesitated momentarily, but submitted to my command, nevertheless. Her shoulders were flat to the mat and I controlled her nearest arm in mine. Cindy’s large breasts lie semi-flattened as she lay there waiting for me to begin.

“There’s little to say about the hold really,” I began. “As the aggressor, you should do your best to keep your legs locked together, while controlling your opponent’s arm movements. And especially, try to keep their hands from getting between your legs! As the defender, getting that arm between their legs will relieve the pressure somewhat, maybe allowing you to pry your way free. Let’s begin!” I shouted, suddenly bearing down on Cindy’s waist.

Cindy grunted and groaned within my clutches. I was enjoying her predicament immensely. Her huge boobs flopped around helplessly as I bore down on her abdomen with my thighs. She did her best to insert her free hand between my legs, but I swatted it away every time.

In less than thirty seconds, Cindy had to yield. “I … give…” she croaked. Cindy staggered to her feet unevenly and moved slowly to a couch on the side. “Aaarrrgggghhh, Mindy,” she sighed, “I had no idea you were that strong.”

I beamed with satisfaction, having put my sister in her place. Then I focused on Denise. “Your turn now,” I told her.

“Uh, I’m not so sure I need to learn this hold,” she stuttered.

“Not to worry, Denise. You get to put the waist scissors on me and I’ll try to escape,” I told her.

Denise looked greatly relieved and stepped out onto the mat with me. She laid down on the mat and spread her legs. I inserted my waist and allowed Denise to grab my right arm. “Begin!” I shouted.

Denise promptly clamped her legs together around my waist. She wasn’t that effective, inexperience being the main problem. I wriggled around for a while, not really trying to escape, just giving her some practice. Then I inserted my left arm between her legs and began to pry them apart. At first, she tried to pull my arm free. But when that didn’t work, Denise didn’t hesitate to claw my nearest breast. “Aarrgghh, dirty move, Denise, but a smart one,” I grunted through the pain.

I shook off the pain and managed to get to my knees, freeing my besieged breast, neatly flipping Denise onto her back. To her credit, Denise’s legs were still clamped upon my waist, but the effectiveness of the hold was lost. I finished separating her legs and reversed with a schoolgirl pin. I let her up once she quit struggling, although I bounced my butt on her boobs a few times as payback.

“Okay you two, you can practice on each other,” I told them.

Cindy jumped up eagerly, now fully recovered. “All right!” she beamed.

“We’ll try something I think the two of you might like,” I grinned. “You’ll apply body scissors to each other simultaneously. You’d be amazed the number of times this sort of thing happens in a match,” I told them, as I pointed and arranged their bodies appropriately.

Once they were positioned, I continued. “A variant of the hold is done with head scissors, instead. But we won’t try that today, it’s a lot rougher.”

The two of them were grinning from ear to ear as they began. I could see the intense, but friendly, competition between them. After several minutes of solid struggling, neither of them had given up or was willing to stop. I literally had to pry them apart.

“That was interesting,” I ragged at the two of them, perhaps a bit jealously. “Let’s try something else now.”

Still reluctant to go breast-to-breast with my ‘little’ sister, I pointed them towards a nearby couch. “Cindy, you sit down on the couch. And Denise, I want you to sit on Cindy with your knees straddling her legs and waist. This sort of position happens all the time in apartment style matches, especially when one wrestler forces their opponent backwards onto the couch.”

“When I say ‘Go,’ I want the two of you to start battling. Just wrestle in whatever way comes naturally. There’re no set procedures from here…”

“Go!” I shouted. Their hands shot together in a test of strength and their breasts clashed together repeatedly as they struggled for dominance. Obviously, Denise had the superior position, but eventually Cindy was able to topple her off the couch.

“Break it up you two,” I told them as they continued wrestling on the mat. Finally, they broke apart, but very reluctantly. “The couch maneuver is a favorite of all males, especially if they are on the receiving end. Although, most women find the move exhilarating, too!”

“Okay, now reverse positions,” I began anew. “Denise, plop your butt down in the couch,” I ordered. “Cindy, you mount her like she did you.” After a moment of preparation, I shouted, “Go!”

Cindy went straight for Denise’s hands. But Denise had a better idea - she latched directly upon Cindy’s 37D boobs and squeezed intensely. Cindy cried out briefly and then recovered, grabbing hard at Denise’s 34C boobs, too. The two of them squeezed, grunted, groaned and moaned for long minutes in heated battle. Neither would give, and neither tried to break free. It was a true contest of wills! I barely had the heart to stop them, but I finally pried them apart.

“I can see the two of you have something to settle,” was all I could manage. “Maybe we should take a break for a few minutes…”

The two of them grunted their consent. I motioned for Cindy to take a seat on the other couch, my goal being to keep them apart for a few minutes and settle things down. I went into the main area and grabbed three bottles of spring water. The two women were chattering non-stop when I returned. I tossed one bottle to Cindy and another to Denise before sitting down on the couch next to Denise, neatly separating the two women.

“Now what were the two of you chattering about,” I began, gulping down a few swigs of the cool, refreshing liquid.

“I think I can take her, and she thinks she can take me,” started Denise. “Sometime, we’ll have a match for real, I think.”

“Count on it, Denise,” smiled Cindy. “We’ll see who’s the better woman.”

“Whoa, ladies, this is still lessons,” I replied quickly, hoping to nip the conversation in the bud. “The two of you still have a lot to learn.”

“Sure, sis, sure,” offered Cindy. “This can wait. I’m getting a little hungry,” she continued, neatly changing the subject. Anyone else feel like bagels and cream cheese?”

“Me,” replied Denise.

I had to admit my stomach was growling for some food, too. “Okay, I’m in,” I replied. “We still need to practice some bed wrestling, and then I’ll go pick up the food.”

I had the feeling I was being played, but who could tell with these two? We drained our bottles and moved to the bedroom.

Cindy opened the drapes that normally covered the full-wall mirror to one side of the bed. Denise marveled at the layout, especially the mirror and the two large eyebolts in the ceiling. “What are those for?” asked Denise curiously.

“Accessories,” I deadpanned. “Just accessories. Nothing of a practical nature for training.”

“All right,” replied Denise. “But I’m glad we’re going to do some bed wrestling practice. I think Dan & I will definitely try it once or twice on the bed during our ‘Contests of Door County’ vacation.”

“Yeah, I remembered from before, so Cindy & I set it up before you arrived,” I replied.

“Um hmm. Fresh, satin sheets,” beamed Cindy.

Denise smiled, too. But what could I do? I could hardly keep my two students apart, could I? That would completely defeat the purpose of lessons. I decided to ignore the obvious and hope for the best.

“I want the two of you to practice the holds I’ve taught you, while I go pick up some bagels and cream cheese,” I told them. “You know, bearhugs, various pins, breasts smothering, scissoring, and whatever. I should only be gone for fifteen or twenty minutes.”

The two topless women climbed onto the bed, big smiles on their faces. I was pretty certain now that I was being played, but they were adults, so who was I to interfere? As Denise & Cindy locked up in a mutual bearhug, I turned to leave, intentionally leaving the bedroom door ajar.

I slipped on a jogging suit, exited MFC, and then made a quick stop at the local hardware store before continuing on to the local Bagel Factory outlet, just a few more blocks further. Fortunately, the line moved fast. Overall, it was only about twenty before I found myself back at MFC. I set the bagels, cream cheese and some fresh coffees on the table in the front area. I set the box from the hardware store on the countertop nearby. Then I silently tiptoed towards the back bedroom, uncertain of what I might discover.

Even I was surprised as I peeked in the door. The two of them were locked up in a mutual head scissors, one of the holds I’d wanted them to try. They’d even managed to get a grip on each other’s boobs, clawing while simultaneously scissoring the other’s head. I was very impressed! But then I realized Denise & Cindy were buck-naked!!!

I dared not interfere, or was it that I was too fascinated to interfere? I didn’t know, but I did nothing to stop the two women in the throes of sexual frenzy. I kept my mouth shut, but didn’t avert my eyes or move away, listening & watching closely.

“Admit it, I’m the better woman!” commanded Denise.

“No, you admit it, I’m the better woman!” Cindy countered adamantly.

The debate went back and forth a few more iterations, Denise finally offering a solution. “I’ll let go if you will,” she offered.

“Done,” snapped Cindy.

The two of them barely rose at all before they were wrapped around each other in a full body embrace, arms locked about the other in a mutual bearhug and legs entwined high in the other’s crotch, rolling back and forth on the king bed in a mutual dry hump.

“I’ve got you now!” grunted Denise hoarsely between staggered breaths from her position on top.

But then Cindy rolled her over and took the upper position. “No, I’ve got you now!” gasped Cindy unevenly.

And then another reversal, followed by Denise claiming, “Admit it, I’m the better woman!”

And then yet another reversal, followed by Cindy exclaiming, “No, you admit it, I’m the better woman! Now give up, dammit!”

I was fascinated. The two women were in a total sexual frenzy, on the brink of orgasm, determined to prove which of them was the dominant. Unfortunately, I felt a sneeze coming on… I had to hold it!!

Then Denise reversed, taking over the top position. “No, you give up!” she exclaimed between gasped breaths.

The sneeze was getting closer. I had to suppress it!!

Cindy had just unseated Denise again and the two women were grinding away at each other’s crotches and clawing at each other breasts when the sneeze finally won out. The two women looked my way immediately, and then jumped apart.

“I guess today’s lesson is over,” I smiled. “It looks like the two of you had your first sex wrestling lesson. But there’s so much more to learn…” I grinned wickedly. I handed them each a bathrobe, conveniently left hanging on the back of the door, and we meandered our way up front.

Post-Lesson 5

As we sat down at the table, the two women just smiled at each other. Finally, Denise said, “Cindy, you know this isn’t over between us…”

“Count on it, Denise” Cindy replied. “Anytime you want, as long as it’s before I return to school, that is…”

“Now calm down, you two,” I said, unsure whether it was wise to come between two combatants in sexual heat. But I had to jolt them back to the here and now! “The priority at this moment is preparing Denise for her wrestling vacation in Door County. After that, by my calculation, there will be about 9 days before Cindy returns to Ann Arbor. The two of you should be able to come to a suitable arrangement during that time period.”

They both nodded, so I set out a plate of bagels and strawberry cream cheese. Unpacking the box from the hardware store, I added, “I bought a toaster, too. Pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?”

I plugged it in and set a bagel to toasting. I could see that Denise and Cindy had become good friends, but this sexual contest between them was completely something different. Denise was a young, married woman, while Cindy remained single. I knew Denise’s marriage wasn’t threatened by this turn of events in any way, but…

The bagel popped up, interrupting my thoughts. Cindy motioned for Denise to go ahead of her at the toaster. I slathered on a good helping of cream cheese and bit down on a toasty, scrumptious circle of toasted ecstasy.

Finally, all three of us were seated, chatting while chomping and sipping. For the time being, the tension had subsided and the conversation flowed easily.

“I wanted to talk to the both of you, especially you, Denise, about a few more things you might try while wrestling,” I started. The two women nodded, waiting for me to continue. “You might want to try strip wrestling. It’s pretty much like strip poker. When you lose a round, you lose an article of clothing. It’s very effective against males, especially because handicapping is so easy. If you’re so inclined, the weaker opponent starts with additional pieces of clothing. Plus, it’s a great way to maneuver someone into a sex battle. You can easily use breast smothers and thigh-to-crotch maneuvers as the match progresses.”

“The way things are going, it’ll be Dan who needs the extra clothes,” chortled Cindy. “Denise is gonna clean-up on him, for sure!!”

 “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Cindy,” smiled Denise. “It’s true I’ve gotten a lot better, but I’m not quite as certain going against a male,” she added.

I couldn’t understand it at all. “Denise, I thought you almost beat Dan the other day.”

“Yeah, but he still won, though,” she countered.

“But I thought you held back,” I asked Denise.

“I did. But I still don’t know who would have won. I may be pretty good against females, but does that translate into pretty good against males, too?” she asked uncertainly.

Cindy answered her question, while I thought things over. “Sure, it does, Denise,” offered Cindy. “I just know you’ll take him down every time you guys wrestle!! I’m sure of it!!”

“Thanks, Cindy,” replied Denise, “but…”

“But I’ve got an idea,” I interrupted. “How would you like a few wrestling sessions with a male friend of mine? His name is Mark and he wrestles women from time to time for a fee.”

It was a small white lie, but a necessary one. Mark had indeed wrestled a number of women, but he’d yet to collect a fee. Perhaps Denise could give him a start in the business?

“Uh, I don’t know,” stuttered Denise.

But I knew in my heart that practicing with Mark was just the thing that Denise needed to build her confidence, especially because Mark wasn’t that big or strong. He was an ideal male opponent for a woman! But I wouldn’t mention that part to her.

“Nonsense!” I interrupted again, disallowing any objections on Denise’s part. “Mark is completely harmless. I’ve wrestled him many times. He’s a total gentleman! And discreet, too!”

“But how much would it cost?” asked Denise.

At least the conversation had shifted from ‘no way’ to ‘perhaps’. While it was certainly true that Mark was a total gentleman, it was also true that he could be as ‘ungentlemanly’ as a woman wished, too. But Denise didn’t need to know about that either.

“Mark owes me a few favors,” I replied. “How about if you and I meet Mark here at MFC next week. After you’ve had a chance to get acquainted, if you like, the two of you can give it a try - dressed any way you want. Plus, I’m certain I can get him to waive his usual fee and just split my fee with me. It won’t cost you anything extra whatsoever.”

Denise paused for a moment. Cindy, no doubt jealous, offered, “I could come next time, too, if you want, Denise.”

I knew Cindy’s game, but I cut her off. “I’m afraid you’ll be busy next week, Cindy, out of town with a client… your first client, in fact.”

Cindy’s jaw dropped about a foot.

Denise just laughed. “Okay,” she offered. “I’ll give it a try with Mark. And Cindy, afterwards, you’ve just got to tell me all about your first client!” she giggled.

I was very relieved, somehow managing to arrange this turn of events. Dorothy needed a ‘change of pace’, and from what I’d just witnessed, Cindy could deliver ‘the goods’. Plus, I was reasonably certain that Dorothy would complete Cindy’s ‘training’ in a way that I couldn’t…

And Mark needed a break like this one - a safe, fairly tame female to wrestle with and collect his first fee. I actually planned on giving Mark his full fee, whatever that might be, but Denise needn’t know about that.

“Well, that settles that,” I began.

“Definitely not topless,” interrupted Denise. “I’ll most probably wrestle him, but definitely not topless!”

“Certainly,” I assured her. “Just like I told you, any way that you want it is just fine.”

“Aww, c’mon,” teased Cindy. “Give him a thrill!” she teased.

Denise smacked Cindy a good one on the arm. “You deserved that. Besides, maybe you should give it a try sometime with Mark, too. Then you could be topless!!” she laughed.

“Maybe I will,” giggled Cindy. “But I’ve got my ‘first client’ first - maybe Mark after that.”

Denise got up, indicating she was heading for the shower in the back area, leaving Cindy and I alone out front. “So, tell me about Dorothy… and Mark,” asked Cindy.

“Dorothy is probably my best client… and a good friend,” I began. “She lost her husband to a stroke a few months ago. Up until recently, she hasn’t felt much like wrestling. While Dorothy & I lunched the other day, she seemed to be more like her old self again, inviting me out of town for a few days for some wrestling fun. If I’d had more notice, I could have scheduled it without a problem. I probably could have gotten her to wait a few weeks, but inspiration struck. I asked Dorothy if she might be interested in wrestling with you instead. She actually seemed kind of relieved - I don’t think she’s ready for me, yet, but that’s another story. In point of fact though, when I told Dorothy that your boobs were as big as hers, she seemed especially taken with the idea of wrestling you!”

“No kidding,” asked Cindy. “You aren’t teasing, or whatever. Dorothy and I… wrestling on our own… out of town somewhere… and for a fee?”

I left out the part about Dorothy inheriting all of her husband’s incredible fortune and vast holdings. Some surprises were best left unspoken. I just wished I could see the look on Cindy’s face when she found out the full story. “I’m telling you this straight, sis. Dorothy really is one of my dearest friends, and a wickedly fun, excellent wrestler. I’ve asked her to teach you a few of the things I can’t… you know… what you and Dorothy experienced tonight, but more. That is, if you wish,” I half-laughed, already knowing Cindy’s answer.

“Sex wrestling!! For real??” she chortled excitedly. “And with a paying client?”

“Yep, you’ll collect a good fee. There’ll probably be an opportunity for some catfighting, too. It’ll be whatever you and your client, Dorothy, work out together. I’m sure you’ll both have an exceptionally good time. Are you in?”

“For sure,” she yelped. “I’m in!! Totally!!”

“Are you sure, sis?” I teased. “It would really help me out. Mark and Denise need my help, and Tammy has improved to the point of having a real match. So I can’t abandon her. And then there’s Lyle…”

“Who’s Tammy? And Lyle?” Cindy asked. “Oh never mind,” she added. “If either is ever a client of mine, then you can brief me.”

“Excellent, Cindy,” I told her. “Confidentiality is everything in this business.”

“But you can tell me about Mark, right? He’s one of us - no confidentiality problem, right?” she asked.

Cindy was right. “Okay, I’ll tell you a little about Mark. I’ve future training plans for you with him, anyway.”

Cindy yelped loudly again. “I’m in!” she squealed, before I’d even told her the plan. “Sex fight, right?!?!”

“First of all,” I began evenly, ignoring her ‘rude’ question for the moment. “Mark is…”

The End