By Gark

Combatants:

Ginger: 5'10", 34A-24-35, 140 lb, medium frame, thin build, short, fire-red curly hair, and gray eyes.

Janet: 5'8", 36C-25-37, 140 lb, medium frame, muscular/athletic build, shoulder length wavy, blond hair with light highlighting, and blue eyes.

Rob: 5'9", 39" chest x 32" waist, 150 lb, medium frame, thin build, short, light brown hair, and hazel-green eyes.

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It had been about a month since we'd last had a chance to get together with Janet for some wrestling, and I'd been working non-stop for the last few hours on preparations. Ginger's house was pretty much empty now so that the new owners could take possession next week. Ginger had long since moved in with me, and so far the experience had been total bliss. The few spats we had were settled by wrestling, which was pretty smart. Believe me, there's no better way to settle things with your mate than by taking out your aggressions on each other in a nude wrestling match - you can't help but ending up in a loving position by the end!

It was now Saturday, about 6pm and I had just finished placing the plastic tarp across the entire living room so it covered the plush carpeting fully. I'd had to trim it to width and place additional grommets along the new edge. So now the tarp was held taut along threes walls, held fast by tiny eye hooks I'd placed in the wood molding at floor level. The fourth edge was a little slack, but that part extended well into the dining room. Still, I got my handy cordless drill and sunk a few screws through the grommets on that edge to pull out all the slack. I knew I'd have no trouble later in removing the screws without damaging the carpet. The sheer size of the tarp covered area was very impressive, maybe 15 by 20 feet!

As I stood to admire my work, Ginger and Janet came through the door carrying a cooler full of beer and a sack full of chips, salsa & whatever. Tonight would be a "house cooling party" we'd joked, as our situation was the exact opposite of a house warming party.

"You got that tarp ready yet, lackey? I'm gettin' impatient with you!" chided Ginger.

"All done wench!" I replied.

"It's about time," snarked Janet. "I'm ready for a little slippin' and slidin' in my birthday suit!"

"Hold yer horses, girl," Ginger interrupted, "we gotta get properly prepared! C'mon you two, let's get settled over in the dining room and down a few brews and chips while I explain the plan for tonight."

Once settled, each with a beer in hand and a bag of chips nearby, Janet began. "So, Rob, Ginger tells me you had a vasectomy. I can understand your decision not to have children, and I've made the same choice myself. But what was it like at the sperm bank? Did Ginger 'help' you or did you manage on your own?" she laughed.

"I went there on my own," I replied, somewhat chagrined. "The nurse really wanted to help, but I managed to shove her out of the room. You know, after giving me the once over, they offered me $100,000 to market my 'seed'. It would be kinda like Stephen Colbert and his 'Formula 401.' Any female in need of A-1 genetic material could place an order," I bs'd.

"Jeez, if I ever change my mind, I know where to go," Janet laughed.

Ginger whacked me across the back of the head softly, grinning, "Cut the crap, hun. It cost us plenty to store your precious 'seed', just in case."

"So, how are you feeling by now," asked Janet, taking a big swig from her bottle. "Are you 'up' for some action tonight? Or are you still sore?"

"I'm ready and able. It's been three weeks after all. I'm good to go. But there still may be a couple sperm hanging around, still. I haven't got a zero-count back from the urologist's office yet, but pretty soon I'd think."

"You know, it was nice of you to volunteer for the vasectomy," Janet said, turning more serious for the moment. "I don't think there's too many guys out there that would do the same."

"Yeah," said Ginger evenly. "It's a lot more serious of an operation for a woman. I've made sure to let him know how much I appreciate it. I mean, me being able to get off the pill is a big deal, too - lots of health benefits!"

I just smiled as Janet continued. "Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. Maybe I can drop the pill at the end of this cycle, too."

"Okay," I interrupted. "The both of you are embarrassing me." I decided to change the subject. "Ginger, it's your turn to set the rules, so why don't you give us the scoop on tonight's plan?"

"Okay," she agreed. "But it's nice to know we'll still be able to have 'full contact' matches in the future."

"Um hmm," chimed Janet.

"Yeah, yeah," I bantered. "Let's move along."

"Alright," continued Ginger. "Obviously, with the plastic tarp, plus the two bottles of baby oil Janet and I bought, tonight is all about oil wrestling. This sort of match works best in the nude," she smiled. "Plus, the oil is kind of a neutralizer or equalizer of sorts. So, even though Rob may be the strongest, or I may be the most skilled (grinning facetiously as she proclaimed herself), and Janet may be the most evenly balanced of both strength and skill, we should all be equally matched in oil."

"So," she continued before we could challenge her assertions, "In this situation, I think it might be fun to wrestle with no obvious sex holds, just to see how an equal contest turns out." Noting our chagrin, Ginger quickly added, "Until a winner is determined, that is. Then, there'll be a 'right of reward' for the winner at the end of each match!"

"Winning a round is by 5-second pin or by tapping out a submission," she continued. "As usual, we'll do a round robin style match so we will wrestle each other once. And, even though the carpeting is plush, the floor underneath is still quite hard. So, there'll be no standing up during the match, whatsoever! Kneeling is as far as it goes... that's as high as you can rise! Especially because there'll be plenty of slippin' around."

"Okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, except you left out a few things," chided Janet. "I think I'm the most sexual wrestler of us three. I like to use sex holds whenever I can. You've effectively neutralized me tonight."

"Don't worry, Janet," replied Ginger boisterously. "I'm sure both Rob and I will notice your magnificent, naked body when we're tangled and entwined in one another, slithering around the tarp."

"I know I will," I cracked, in total truth.

"And, I've studied up on wrestling holds a bunch, too," Janet pretended to whimper.

"Save it for next time, Janet," Ginger ordered. "Tonight we do it my way," she said as she playfully whacked Janet in the belly.

"It's getting dark out, so let's get the show on the road," I said, finishing off my beer and setting it aside. The two women downed the remains of their bottles while I lit a large candle in each corner of the living room and then turned off all of the overhead lights. As there were no curtains left in the house, Ginger and I had tested this lighting arrangement a few nights earlier. No one would be able to look in from the outside to see what we were doing.

The two women had already begun dropping their clothing to the floor of the dining room. I did the same. Even though I saw Ginger naked every day, there was still nothing like watching her strip for a wrestling match. It remained very special to me. As for Janet, her curvaceous, well proportioned body was always exciting to lay my eyes on! I dropped my clothes quickly to keep up with the women. By now, none of us was the least bit shy about being naked around each other. We mingled, staring at each other's nakedness, no embarrassment whatsoever.

Ginger was hunting around, obviously looking for something, finally saying, "We don't have any coins to determine the match-ups. We'll have to do rock-paper-scissors."

It was kind of a strange scene, the three of us standing, facing each other, buck-naked, holding out our clenched hands in the center area between us. "This first try will be different from the usual rock-paper-scissors," Ginger began. "We're trying for matches instead. So, when two of us match and the third doesn't, then it'll be those two wrestling in round 1. Then those two will do a normal rock-paper-scissors, the winner to also wrestle in round two."

"Uhh," I began.

"Oh be quiet," Ginger cut me off. "Just put you hand out and on the count of three try to match one of us," she chided sweetly.

"Alright," I replied. "I get it."

"Okay, reveal on three," Ginger ordered. "One... two... three... reveal!"

Ginger had 'rock', I had 'paper ' and Janet had 'scissors'.

"Alright," Ginger said, "one more time. One... two... three... reveal!"

This time all three of us had 'rock.'

"Okay," continued Ginger, the third time's a charm. One... two... three... reveal!"

And she was right. Janet and Ginger both held 'paper' while I held 'rock'.

"Alright, the first round will be Janet and me," Ginger said. "Now Janet and I will do a normal rock-paper-scissors to see which of us takes on Rob in round two.

I stood there and watched as the two women once again extended their hands. "One... two... three... reveal!" ordered Ginger.

Ginger tried 'rock' again, while Janet had switched to 'paper'.

"Okay, Janet will face Rob in round two, and I'll face Rob in round three," Ginger explained, giving me a 'you dunderhead' look just to get my goat. I knew that she knew that I'd gotten it. She was just trying to irk me for our later battle.

Match One - Ginger versus Janet

The two naked women each grabbed a bottle of baby oil and walked to the center area. Ginger's smaller butt seemed to wink at me as she walked, while Janet's somewhat larger, more muscular butt seemed to thunk, thunk, thunk. They turned to face each other, still standing, at about 18 inches apart. Then in unison they began to slather each other in baby oil. Just watching the two of them go at it with the oil really cranked my shaft! I just wished I was out there with them and the oil. I watched excitedly as the two women smeared baby oil on each other's shoulders, arms breasts, stomach, crotch, ass, thighs and calves. They handled each other like true exhibitionists, for each other, as well as for my benefit. At least, I reconciled, my turn with the oil would come in round two.

Finally, the two women were ready to begin. I stepped onto the tarp for a moment to retrieve the two bottles of oil, then squirted oil liberally around the tarp area before retiring to the edge of the tarp in the dining room.

Ginger and Janet knelt down at center tarp area still facing each other from about a foot and a half distance, preparing to start. Janet extended her arms towards Ginger, reaching for her shoulders. Ginger responded in kind. The two would start from a kneeling position with hands resting upon the others shoulders. They shared a smile and then began. They struggled for a few moments trying to throw the other to the slippery tarp. But they soon found that it was hard to get a grip upon the shoulders, and they moved closer together to get hold of each other better. Their chests made contact, breasts pancaked together as they locked hands and struggled for control.

Ginger was the first to succeed, successfully throwing Janet to the tarp, landing square on top of her. As they struggled, slip-sliding body-to-body, Ginger lost control of Janet's hands, so when she finally was able to sit astride Janet's waist, Janet was able to twist to the side to avoid being pinned, and Ginger was unable to secure a better position for a schoolgirl pin. Ginger tried to get a hold of Janet's arms or hands, or she risked being slid off to the side. Instead, she reversed strategy and 'helped' Janet roll all the way over so her belly was on the tarp, leaving Ginger sitting on the small of her back.

Janet was too surprised to realize what was about to happen. Ginger reached forward, locked her hands together upon Janet's chin and pulled back. The look on Janet's face was priceless as she realized she'd been caught in a Camel Clutch. I figured the end was near, as I knew personally how painful the hold could be. But Janet's arms were both free, though fairly useless flailing in front of her from the pain. To her credit, Janet didn't panic and thought it through. Then she methodically began to use her hands to pry Ginger's away from her chin. She failed in the first few attempts, probably due to the slipperiness, so on the next attempt she pried and then twisted her body while rising to her knees. Ginger slipped, while Janet escaped. I was very impressed! Janet was definitely improving her wrestling skills!

Janet was too slow in recovering, though, allowing Ginger to swing her legs into position and wrap them around Janet's waist for a scissors. I think Janet was beginning to realize that actual wrestling was far different thing from the sex wrestling we'd done thus far. Janet was still kneeling while Ginger lay in front of Janet with her back to the tarp, leg's wrapped about and squeezing Janet's waist. Janet's face twisted in pain, realizing she'd gone from the frying pan & into the fire.

Janet's body inevitably twisted around so that her abdomen was now being squeezed, rather than her hips. So, the pain was now much worse and she fell backwards to the tarp. Ginger, still laying on the tarp, leaned up on one elbow to better apply the scissors lock. She tried to grab hold of Janet's closer hand, but Janet wisely twisted away to keep Ginger from better securing the hold. Janet grimaced in pain, and I was certain she'd never before experienced anything of the sort. But again to her credit, she didn't panic and began trying to pry Ginger's legs from about her waist. Thankfully for Janet, the slippery conditions allowed her to gradually slide Ginger's legs downwards and finally over her hips.

As Ginger attempted to reset the hold and regain control, Janet saw her chance and launched her self upon Ginger, taking her by surprise. Janet, tired and spent, needed a chance to recuperate. So she wrapped her arms around Ginger in a bearhug and entwined her legs betwixt Ginger's so that she couldn't disentangle. Ginger responded with a bearhug, too, but didn't have the inside grip that Janet enjoyed, so wasn't nearly as effective. The two of them rolled back and forth on the tarp, Janet hanging on tight and squeezing the bearhug as hard as she could, while Ginger tried to slip or slide free.

The tables had definitely turned as I saw Ginger tire and Janet recoup. Finally, Janet must have decided she had enough advantage to go for a pin, as she forced Ginger onto her back and moved to sit astride her waist. But Ginger had enough spunk left to make it difficult for Janet. Janet managed to sit up and hold Ginger's shoulder's to the tarp, but there was no way to pin her, as Ginger always managed to twist one shoulder blade or the other up off the tarp. Ginger took care to keep her arms out of Janet's reach, making her that much more difficult to control. And when Janet moved to rest her knees upon Ginger's shoulders, she'd twist and turn her slippery body, nearly freeing herself. So, Janet dared not go that way!

As Janet's frustration grew, Ginger's strength was gradually returning. Janet realized she'd soon lose control of Ginger, now cursing that she'd released the bearhug too soon. In shear desperation at the prospect of Ginger getting free, Janet launched her chest straight at Ginger's face, catching the lithe redhead by surprise. Janet wrapped her arms around Ginger's head and pressed her breasts against Ginger's mouth area, sliding them back and forth until a proper smother was achieved. Ginger tried to twist or turn free, but Janet had already spread her legs wide as a deterrent. I was completely in shock! Janet might actually pull off a major upset. I'd privately given her no chance against Ginger in a normal wrestling match, but then again, this was oil wrestling and most anything could happen.

Ginger's hands pried desperately at Janet's arms, but there was no real place to get any leverage. I could see Ginger grow more and more desperate as time wore on. Realizing she'd been had, Ginger eventually tapped out. Janet sat up quickly and though fairly surprised at her victory, managed a large grin of delight, while Ginger looked kind of disheveled and spent. Janet raised her arms above her head, hands clasped together and shook them up and down in triumph like a prize fighter. I noticed her hands peripherally, but my eyes were locked on her large, oil glistened breasts as they bobbed up, down and sideways to the rhythm of her arm movement - a truly amazing sight!!

Janet slipped off Ginger and knelt alongside her and extended her hand to help Ginger up. But Ginger slipped on the oil drenched tarp and the two women fell to the tarp as one. Ginger wrapped her arms about Janet, saying "Congratulations, you beat me fair and square!" Then she gave Janet a big hug while kissing her full on the mouth. I was a bit surprised, but turned-on at the sight, nonetheless. Finally Ginger let go and asked, "So what kind of reward would you like?"

Janet replied quickly, no doubt having thought out her reply well in advance. "Okay, why don't you get a few dollops baby oil in your right hand and then lay down alongside me." Ginger crawled on her hands and knees over to me and I squirted some fresh oil into her hand. She maneuvered clumsily, trying not to spill any of the oil, to where Janet lay on her side. Ginger lay down on her side facing Janet. She knew where the oil went and reached her hand between Janet's thighs and rubbed it lavishly upon Janet's clit. Then their legs entwined and Janet's arms went around Ginger, while Ginger's free hand went around Janet. Their lips met repeatedly, licking, kissing, nibbling and sucking as Ginger began to massage Janet's slippery clit - slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster until her hand was a frenzy of motion upon Janet's now frenzied clit. Finally Janet screamed holy hell in orgasm!!

Janet was so loud that I decided to peak out the windows to see if any one had heard. Thankfully, no one seemed to be about. Ginger gradually slowed her hand motion, allowing Janet a few moments to recover. Then the two women helped each other to their hands and knees (afraid to stand up) and crawled over to where I sat with a couple of freshly opened brews for them.

I was completely entranced by the sight I'd just witnessed. Gawd, it had been both beautiful and erotic as hell watching these two women make love!!

Match Two - Janet versus Rob

"Jeez," beamed Janet. "I never thought I'd beat you Ginger... and afterwards. I haven't cum like that in ages! Talk about fantastic!!"

"Glad you liked it," Ginger smiled. "You deserved it. Though, I thought I was gonna put you away a few times there."

"Yeah, you had me on the ropes. I almost had to give, especially when you had me in the Surfboard."

"Yeah, but you kept your arms out of reach and helped save yourself. You deserved the win. I want to give you a go at pure wrestling sometime, but without oil."

"Yeah, that'd be fun. But nude, right?" Janet asked.

"Still want the sex angle?" Ginger giggled.

"Preferably. A girl's got to do what a girl's got to do, ya know," she laughed.

Some things never change, I thought to myself. Janet was a very sensual woman.

"So, Rob," asked Ginger. "After seeing Janet beat me, aren't you just a little bit worried about taking her on?"

"Harrumph," I snorted. "I bet she's too worn out to give me much of a battle. And even if she were fresh, I could still put her down for the count." I snorted down some more of my second beer. I'd be pickled before long if we didn't get out there and wrestle pretty soon. And I wanted to be fully alert, as this could get pretty interesting.

"Just to let you know, Rob," Janet sniped, "I'm gunnin' for ya'. You'll go down fast & easy, and I'll collect my second Reward of the night!"

"Don't count your chickens before they're hatched," I countered. "I'll have you pretzeled up and whining your submission in no time!"

"Enough with the trash talk you two. Finish your beers and get out there and settle it, already," Ginger chided.

Ginger was right. I was eager to go! I wanted revenge on Janet for her beating me so 'handily' last time. I drew one last big draw on my beer and tossed it aside. Then I grabbed a bottle of baby oil and waddled my way out onto the tarp on my knees and turned to watch her approach.

Janet took a last hit on her beer and tossed it aside. Then she grabbed the other bottle of baby oil and waddled out to meet me at center area of the tarp. It was slippery going and hard to stay upright. Her 36C 's swayed and bounced as she approached. I stared unabashedly, not missing a thing. Janet saw me watching and said, "Looks like I don't need any sex holds to nail you. You're already mesmerized!"

Ginger knew I liked Janet's breasts... and Janet knew it, too. But Ginger didn't really mind, because she liked Janet's breasts, too! We'd talked about it, and it was a non-issue now. And, Janet knew about Ginger liking her breasts, too.

One of my favorite parts in oil wrestling is slathering oil on your opponent. I poured a great plenty into my right hand and began to massage it onto Janet's breasts. Janet began slathering oil all over my chest and shoulders. She didn't seem to mind the extra attention I was giving her breasts with the oil. Finally, I moved on to her shoulders and arms, which she'd already completed on me. Janet was now oiling my thighs and crotch, being certain to lube my rigid rod thoroughly.

"Careful," yelled Ginger. "It's okay to make that kind of contact in a sex match, but it's not okay tonight in a 'pure' wrestling match!"

Janet nodded, putting on a pouty face before releasing my rod. Then she gathered more oil and began massaging oil on my nuts and between my legs near my ass. Gawd, she was sexual!!

I immediately began rubbing oil onto her clit and then up her pussy a few inches. The look on her face was classic - she'd not expected that kind of treatment in return! I then concentrated my efforts, like she had done to me, between the legs near her ass. She grinned at me coolly, uncertain at what I might do next.

I hesitated a few moments to give her pause, then pulled my hand back for more oil. Taking my time for added affect, I finally began to massage oil onto her thighs, while she did the same to me. Her thighs were solidly built and strong. I really enjoyed rubbing them.

Next, I turned around so Janet could oil my backside. She began at the shoulders, slathering the oil liberally, working her way downwards. Soon her hand was all over my butt, rubbing and tweaking a lot more than was required. It was clear to me that she aimed to beat me before we even began. Finally, Janet rubbed oil onto the back of my thighs and calves. It seemed that her breasts brushed against me excessively as she did them. She didn't miss a trick!

Then we both turned around and I began to oil Janet's shoulder blades and back. I reached around her from behind and applied another coating of oil onto her breasts in a groping sort of way. Janet just smiled and cooed softly, knowing she was getting to me. Her beautifully rounded ass lay so near below. I moved on and applied a liberal amount of oil onto her glorious, firm behind. Then I put some oil on her right thigh and worked my way up to her right cheek again. Janet moaned as my hand brushed against her pussy. I repeated the maneuver with her left thigh, brushing against her pussy once more as I proceeded to massage her left cheek. Finally, I coated her calves with oil.

We were done with the oil, but I'd have liked to kept at it a lot longer. We tossed the capped bottles back to Ginger on the sideline. "It's about time, you two!" she chided. "Now get goin'!!"

We turned to face each other, kneeling about a foot and a half apart. Janet reached to put her hands on my shoulders, as she had done with Ginger. So, I raised my arms to oblige her, but it was a feint and she grabbed my arms at the wrists & managed to force me to the tarp on my back. Janet was atop me in a flash, but we were so super slippery from the excessive oiling that she could barely get hold of me. Our bodies slapped, slipped and slithered across each other so fluidly that it was hard to tell what was happening at any given moment. As we rolled and and rocked about, our legs managed to entwine from time to time, or Janet's breasts slapped me in the face once in a while as we tussled randomly across the full breadth of the tarp.

Finally, the oil began absorbing into our skin, or maybe lost to the tarp. Regardless, we finally gained some traction in attacking one another. I managed to roll Janet onto her back and straddle her at the waist in a schoolgirl pin. I reached for her arms for better control and my rigid rod jabbed into the underside of her left breast. It felt soooo good as my rod slid up and across her oily breast! It was purely by accident, but a very good one! Janet must have seen the look on my face and managed to bridge and roll me off.

Janet was quick on the attack and soon was atop me with her breasts pressed against my face, trying to wrap her arms around the back of my neck. Janet wanted to finish me off as she had done with Ginger, smothering me to submission with her breasts. Apparently, this had become her signature hold. My best chance was to keep her arms from encircling her. I grabbed for her wrists as she reached for me, but she slapped them away when I got close. Finally, I managed to get my hands onto her wrists and began to take control. Janet's breasts no longer menaced my airways, instead they dangled tantalizingly above my face. I forced her over and onto her back, but lost control of her hands! Janet's breasts attacked from below as my face was forced upon them once more.

"Gotcha now," she cried.

I, of course, could say nothing from this position. But at least I had the top position in our duel. But Janet further secured her control by entwining one of my legs. At least she hadn't managed to scissors my waist or legs, so I still had a chance!

With my last effort before having to give in, I placed my hands upon her shoulders and began to push away as if doing a push up. If she'd been on top, this sort of effort would have been impossible. As it was, I had a hell of a time pushing away from her tightly wrapped arms. But at least I was able to get a breath from time to time as I struggled to free myself. After long minutes (or at least what seemed like minutes), I managed to weaken her enough that one arm came off from around my neck. That was all the opening I needed as I flung myself off her and slipped my entwined leg free of hers.

Both of us were worn down from the extended effort, but I didn't know which of us was worse off. There was only one way to tell, so I went on the attack, tackling Janet at the waist as she rose to her knees. We were both slap-happy worn down like a couple of drunks going at it. But we were both grinning at the close encounters / escapes from the other.

Janet tried to twist away at one point and I managed to grab her from behind. My hands naturally went for her breasts and pulled her back towards me. I was sitting upright on the tarp with my legs spread apart as I pulled Janet (in a sitting position) backwards further into my grasp. I pulled her body tightly to me, arms now fully wrapped about her, squashing her full breasts firmly. Her bare back was now pressed against my chest and stomach. My rigid rod was squished against the small of her back, and it felt very good!

I further consolidated my position by wrapping my legs around her waist, still both of us in a sitting position on the tarp. I figured the reverse bearhug/waist scissors probably wouldn't get a submission from Janet, as she really was a tough woman and could handle pain real well. So, when the time was right and Janet's arms were in front of her, I made a rapid move to end the match. I released the reverse bear hug and switched to a full nelson, catching Janet by surprise.

"Oh shit!" was all she said, as I secured the hold.

"Gotcha now," I told her as I leaned back to lay on the tarp. Simultaneously, I applied pressure to the nelson and the scissors. I heard Janet shudder and grimace in pain. I knew her breasts were jutting out to their fullest as I applied pressure to the nelson - I just wished I could see them in their utmost glory!

There was too little oil now for Janet to slip free, and her struggles were in vain. I renewed the pressure to the nelson and scissors and I heard Janet gasp loudly, "I give!"

I was really excited to have won, especially in such an even, well fought match. Janet had become a very formidable opponent! "Gawd, Janet! You are one tough woman! I thought you had me there for sure!"

"Me, too," she croaked. "There'll be other times, though. And I know now that I can beat you fair and square, at least sometimes. Now I believe I owe you a reward," she grinned. "What's your pleasure tonight?"

I leaned over to whisper in her ear, so Ginger wouldn't hear and would have to watch the two of us in suspense. "Hey, what's going on over there?" chided Ginger. "Just what are the two of you planning?!"

I ignored Ginger, but Janet turned and said to her, "Toss me one of the bottles, would you dear?"

Ginger tossed a bottle of baby oil to Janet and she slathered a liberal amount onto my rigid rod as I lay on the tarp. Then she lay slightly askew, but atop me so her breasts were pressed to my chest and her right hand upon my rigid shaft. Janet began to stroke, pull, push and squeeze my rod in a concerted effort. She then began sucking and biting on my right earlobe as I gasped in spasms of pleasure. Then, to my surprise, as this hadn't been in the request, she kissed me fully on the lips and began Frenching me. I eagerly responded. All the while, Janet tugged, prodded and probed my rigid rod. Finally, Janet sat up for a moment, grabbed the bottle of baby oil once more and liberally applied more oil to her 36C's. Before I knew it, her oily breasts were slipping and sliding across my very excited shaft! Almost by instinct, my spread-eagled legs wrapped about Janet's waist and hips in a sort of 'death grip', as I wasn't letting go until it was over. We rocked and rolled back & forth, forward & back, as Janet expertly worked over my rod with her slick, oily breasts. I doubted she'd ever done this before, and I knew I hadn't, at least not to orgasm, but she handled me expertly! I screamed loudly as I ejaculated my load all over her oily, magnificent breasts!

"Gotcha that time," smirked Janet as I lie inert on the tarp, recovering from the incredible experience.

Finally, I replied. "Yes, you got me," I sighed, "you really got me."

"Glad I could help," she smiled.

Ginger joined us on the tarp, handing Janet a moistened cloth for her breasts before stroking my forehead tenderly. "Thanks, Janet," she said. "That's something I can't provide for him very well."

"Hey, Ginger. Glad you didn't mind," replied Janet sheepishly.

It was music to my ears. The two women were still friendly, even after the complete slaking Janet had realised upon me.

I staggered over to the edge of the tarp and Ginger fetched all of us another round of beer. "At least it's not a sex match," giggled Ginger as she handed out the icy brews. "I'd never be able to get another orgasm out of him after that one!"

I just sat there in a stupor, still reeling from the sexual 'ordeal'. Janet had really cranked me up with that kiss, holding me completely helpless while she kissed my mouth and stroked my rod. If kissing had been part of a match, I knew I'd have been unable to escape! And, Ginger had kissed Janet in the reward part of their match. 'But what if one could use kissing as a means of winning?' I asked myself , the thought passing fleetingly through my consciousness, as the cold beer on my lips shook me back to reality.

"That was a hell of a match, you two," Ginger said. "And Rob was right when he said you're one tough woman! You gave me a hell of a match, too, obviously, since you beat me. I really thought I had you a couple times, but you rallied back and ended up beating me fair and square... and I hope you liked your reward!"

"You know I did," grinned Janet. "But now you have to beat Rob and get yourself some reward, too."

"That's my aim," she laughed. "I doubt Rob'll be much problem now."

"Hey you too, I'm recovering real well, thank you," I responded, pretending to have hurt feelings.

"Poor baby," teased Ginger. "Beat up by a large pair of breasties." She and Janet both giggled at that.

"Hey, they did not beat me up," I retorted, again feigning hurt feelings. "It happened after the match was over."

"But who knows when something like that might happen during a match," cooed Janet. "I think you'd be doomed for sure! In fact, now that I think about it, I already got you that way in our very first match!"

"Yeah, yeah, okay. I remember it well!" I said, regaining my composure somewhat. "Why do you think I picked that reward, anyway? While I'm willing to admit my susceptibility to the 'breast massage' maneuver, I still maintain that Janet doesn't particularly need it anymore. She can hold her own against me, and maybe even against Ginger."

"Thanks Rob, but a sure fire hold like that is gonna stay in my repertoire for certain! Though, I'd agree that the two of us are pretty much equals now. But if not for the oil, I doubt that I'd have pulled off a win against Ginger, at least not in real, non-sexual wrestling."

Match Three - Rob versus Ginger

"Whatever," said Ginger. "Time will tell," she continued, effectively terminating that line of discussion. "How about it, Rob. Ready to take your licks?" she asked, grinning seductively, her tongue slipping slightly from her mouth, licking her lips suggestively.

"Hey, like you said before, it's not that kind of match!" I retorted, feeling my organ grow, somewhat miraculously. But it was sore, too, from the 'punishment' meted out by Janet's breasts. But I'd work though the pain, somehow, I told myself.

"Yes, you're right. But if you should somehow win, your goose is cooked," she chuckled.

I knew she was right, but replied instead, "First things first, honey. You know I always rise to a challenge," I smirked.

"All right, enough bravado, you two," said Janet. "Get out there and wrestle!" she ordered.

We each grabbed a bottle of baby oil and waddled out to the center area of the tarp. I immediately began 'polishing' Ginger's 34A's. Though not that large, I loved the 'perkiness' and pointy shape of her breasts and nipples. And the bright pink color of her nipples with the cascade of colorful freckles all over her chest always drove me crazy! And she absolutely loved my favorite activity! I thanked my lucky stars every night to have a wrestling woman and couldn't wait for our wedding day!

Suddenly I snapped out of it and realized where I was and what I should be doing. "Daydreaming, hun?" asked Ginger. "Anything I should know about?""Uh huh. Hard as it is to believe, I was daydreaming. But it was about what a lucky son of a gun I am to have you. And, I can't wait to marry you!"

"That's my mushy guy," she smiled. "I love you, too. So I'm gonna get you down good just to prove it."

"You can say it, but that doesn't mean it'll happen," I countered.

I kissed her hard on the lips, Frenching her. Ginger responded hotly and it took some doing for us to part. But finally, we backed away from each other a little. "Let's skip putting oil on our backsides and get started!" Ginger said excitedly, ready to go.

I nodded in agreement and we tossed the bottles over to Janet, who had been watching the scene with rapt attention. At a slight nod from Ginger, we hurled ourselves together in a mad rush of fury, frenzy and excitement. We clashed as one, each knowing the other's moves very well by now. I gloried at the contact with my magnificent fiancé's well-toned body - not an ounce of fat on her, and plenty of muscle, though in a very feminine-looking way.

By now, I knew Ginger was the better wrestler, but I also knew she wasn't better by much. There were still plenty of times when I managed to beat her, though I figured my odds at one in three at best, regardless of it being a sexual or non-sexual competition. So, I was determined to give my all.

As the match progressed, I managed to get Ginger in an arm bar and reverse headlock, while she countered with a chinlock and a powerful headscissors, which had left me greatly weakened. I fought on, but I knew it was only a matter of time now, unless she got sloppy.

But sloppy, she wasn't. It wasn't long before I found myself in the clutches of a figure four leg lock. She'd never done that before. This was a new hold for her!!

"Aarrgghh," I cried. "Where'd you learn that?"

"On the Internet, hun," she replied calmly. "I've been studying. Now do you give, or do I have to apply more pressure?"

"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!!" I screamed. "I give!!"

Ginger quickly let me loose, though it was hard to untangle. "Gotcha," she said.

"Um hmm," I grimaced, rubbing the soreness from my legs. "You sure got me good and solid. You realize I'm gonna have to learn that one, now, don't you?"

"Don't worry, I can take it as well as I can dish it out," she replied confidently.

I didn't fell so confident, though. Ginger was really a tough woman to beat. But that was great, though!!

"So," I asked Ginger, "what's your pleasure?" I asked, stealing the line from Janet.

"I think I'm in the mood for a 'Ride 'em Cowgirl' grind-off," she replied, no doubt having planned well ahead for this eventuality.

I could see that Janet was perplexed and intrigued at the request. "That's a new one to me," she said.

"Just watch and learn," chortled Ginger as I automatically lay down on my back in the center area of the tarp. "Would you be so kind as to toss me a bottle of oil?" she asked Janet.

Ginger caught the bottle easily and waddled over to where I lay prone. Then she spread her legs apart and applied oil liberally to her hot, smoking (at least in my imagination) pussy. Then she daubed a good amount on my re-engorged penis and rubbed it around well. Then Ginger sat astride my waist and applied her warm, oil-slickened pussy firmly against my warm, oily rod.

"This is the grind-off part," Ginger told Janet. "Sometimes we sex battle this way," she continued, matter of factly. "The 'Ride 'em Cowgirl ' part starts next."

"Now giddy up, Cowboy," Ginger ordered. I bucked and bowed, trying to throw her off, sort of like one of those mechanical bull rides. But Ginger was well prepared and held on tightly.

I admit this was a little strange, but I knew that it drove Ginger nuts. Maybe it was the domination aspect. Maybe it was the banging contact of our organs pounding together? I didn't really know for sure. Then she yelled, "Ride 'em Cowgirl" as I nearly bucked her off. But she recovered and her pussy was soon dominating my rod once more. I'd finally run out of energy and she had me down and under her control. Ginger was content now for the 'grind off' portion of the reward. Her warm oily pussy was grinding against my still rigid rod. I knew I could hold out as long as it took, as Janet's slaking still hindered an orgasm on my part. But it really didn't take that long. Ginger was soon squealing in orgasm, shuddering, seemingly out of control. After a few moments, she lay forward onto my chest, still spasming slightly in orgasm, breathing rapidly at first, then slowing gradually.

As we finally got up, Janet was grinning. That sure looked like fun," she grinned. "I think I'd like to try that some time myself, on both of you that is, though not at the same time."

"Yeah, I suppose that would work for two women, too," Ginger contemplated. "Maybe I'll give you a go, myself," she cracked.

"What about me?" I asked. "I think I can work something out to ride you guys. And I can certainly do a grind-off!"

"Okay, okay," said Janet. There'll be plenty of chances for all of us another time.

"That's right hun," said Ginger. "Besides, I think you had a quite a reward already!"

"Yeah, you're right," I said. "Let me get us another round," I continued as I went to the ice chest and got the last three beers and handed them to the women.

We sat there for a time, resting and recuperating, sipping slowly on our icy cold bottles of beer, none of us offering much in conversation, slaked and satisfied all.

Match Four - Battle Royal: Ginger versus Rob versus Janet

Finally, Janet broke the slake-induced silence. "You know," she began, "I think this is the first time that we've ended a round robin tourney all with equal 1-1 records. It's a three-way tie tonight! But I'm not sure that's good enough for me."

"Me either," replied Ginger. "I really think we need some way to determine an overall winner."

"It's your say, hun," I offered. "It's up to you to decide what we do next."

"How about like they do in pro wrestling?" asked Janet. "You know, a battle royal."

"That could work," Ginger considered. "A free-for-all battle royal. All against all," she said more excitedly as the idea caught hold.

"Sure," I said. "That could work real well!"

"Um hmm," said Janet. "I'm in... that is, if you guys want to."

"Yeah," grinned Ginger. "I do indeed want to! And, since we've all been slaked and the odds are pretty even, anything goes!! Sex, wrestling, groping are all legal, with orgasms, pins and submissions all as a means of elimination!!"

"Great," I praised loudly.

"Yes!!" cried Janet. "Let's do it!!"

We grabbed the baby oil bottles and waddled to the center area. It was 'assholes and elbows' as we applied oil to each other's bodies. Soon we tossed the bottles aside and formed a three-way 'triangle' preparing to start.

"Okay," Ginger instructed. "When one of us is eliminated, they have to go to the sidelines while the other two battle it out to determine tonight's overall winner. Got it?"

"Got it," I replied, while Janet nodded in agreement.

No word was said or signal given. We all literally leaped at each other and were soon tangled together, rolling around the tarp like minks on a slippery snowfield, laughing and giggling as we tangled, tussled, groped and grabbed at each other.

The women were literally 'in heat' and therefore quite vulnerable, while I was merely having the time of my life, still somewhat invulnerable from my earlier orgasm. The two of them sensed this, as I continued to put one or the other of them in danger of being pinned, submitted or slaked. The continued grabs at my rigid rod were fairly ineffectual as it would take a whole lot more to 'get me' now.

It had become a two versus one battle as the two women were on the defensive and I was on the offensive to get them. It wasn't long before they formalized their alliance. I had Janet in a waist scissors and was rubbing her pussy with my left hand, while trying to fend off Ginger with my right hand. But everyone was still quite slippery and I was having some difficulty putting Janet away.

Janet cried out, "Get him Ginger. Help me out. It's only a matter of time before he gets you, too!"

Ginger asked, while pulling on my arm, trying to pull my back to the tarp, "You mean, like a pact?"

"Yeah," she groaned. "If we team up, we can take him easily and then the two of us can settle this."

"No fair!" I crowed, but it was too late. Ginger switched tactics and laid across my waist to block my left hand from further stimulating Janet. Then she started prying my legs free of Janet's waist. I managed to tie her hands up in mine for a few moments, but the distraction caused me to lose concentration and the scissors lost its strength and Janet managed to slip free.

I was still tangling at close range with Ginger lying across my waist when I felt Janet plop down on my legs. She straddled both of my legs, but was unable to rub her breasts against my rigid rod, a move certain to be my demise, as Ginger's body had inadvertently blocked access. Ginger decided to go for a schoolgirl pin and managed to lift her leg past Janet to straddle me at the waist. By now, Janet was stroking my rod using both of her hands at once. It felt so good, that I just wanted to explode! But then Ginger worked herself further up on my body to place her knees on my shoulders. I twisted and writhed around trying to free myself, but it was fruitless.

Ginger could see I was helpless and moved to secure her position even further. Janet seemed content keeping me on the edge of orgasm and letting Ginger finish me. But Ginger foolishly planted her thighs on my shoulders, no doubt enjoying my helpless predicament. I raised my head and went right for her clit with my tongue! She squealed instantly, realizing the danger, and lifted herself from my reach. But it unbalanced her and I was able to roll her off me.

This was my best chance! I quickly raised myself to confront a surprised Janet. I quickly pried her hands from my rod and rolled her backwards off of me. I knew I had only a moment before Ginger would be upon me. I got to my knees quickly and turned to face her before she could spring. Ginger backed off for a moment, letting Janet recover.

Soon the two women were kneeling, facing me at about 120 degrees apart. I knelt, too, splitting my attention equally between them. "What do you think Ginger?" asked Janet. "Should we use plan 39 on him?"

"I don't know," she replied. "I think plan thirty-nine was from outer space, or something. How about plan sixty nine instead? He'd be more pliable to our wishes," she snarkled.

"Okay. Sixty nine it is," giggled Janet. "He'll never know what hit him!"

I knew they were just making it all up with the 'plans', but it was fun that they were both so imaginative. But when Ginger bowled me over and Janet's lips locked around my rod, I began wondering about whether plan 69 was for real!

"We've got him now," cried Ginger, her arm around my neck in a headlock, so there was little I could do to stop Janet's rod attack. The pain of the headlock had increased my adrenaline level so much that Janet's warm, tender lips were exciting beyond belief. But Janet had to come up for air, and at that moment, I managed to wrap a leg around her and apply a body scissors across her breasts. I heard her gasp and exhale, so I redoubled the pressure and caught her in an exhale, making it all the more painful! Ginger had no choice but to release the headlock and save her partner.

As she passed over me to rescue Janet, Ginger strayed a little too close. I grabbed her around the waist with both arms and flung her down to the tarp on her back. My hand went straight for her pussy and was greeted with her red hot moistness. At this point, I decided that it might be better to concentrate on Ginger while I held Janet at bay. I rolled over onto Ginger, twisting Janet around in the body scissors as I went. Janet was so determined to free herself, that there was no help available for Ginger.

I pressed Ginger down to the tarp with my chest as best I could, but her shoulders kept coming up. After a few moments of this, inspiration struck! I leaned over a bit more and kissed Ginger fully, hard on the mouth, forcing her shoulders to the tarp. That did it! Ginger seemed to melt beneath me as I stroked her slippery clit with my hand and kissed her hard on the lips! The kiss had sealed the deal and Ginger was pinned!

All the while, Janet had been trying to free herself from my weakening body scissors, not realizing what was happening to her partner.

"That was five seconds, Ginger," I crowed. "You're pinned."

But she wasn't paying much attention, suddenly spasming and convulsing in violent orgasm! There must have been something about kissing her while pinning that got to her. I placed that one in my 'must remember' list of holds.

Janet flailed around hard, determined to free herself from the body scissors before I could turn my full attention to her. I was so stunned at Ginger's pleasurable demise, that Janet did indeed free herself. Ginger slowly rolled herself over to the edge of the tarp and leaned upon one elbow to prop herself up and watch the finale.

Janet and I raised to our knees to face each other once more. "Not so confidant any more, are you Janet? I put away your teammate, and now it's just you and me," I boasted.

"I have plenty of confidence. I think you're closer to orgasm than you'd like to admit. I think one good grope will finish you," she countered.

"But I know one good grope will finish you," I grinned with as much bluster as I could manage. She was right about one good grope getting me, but I wasn't about to let her know. It's funny how forcing your mate into orgasm can often put one's self in the same situation. But that's exactly what had happened when Ginger exploded. It took all of my willpower not to do the same. It had been nearly impossible not to cum simultaneously!

"If you're so certain, Rob," Janet began, "then let's finish this thing in a grope lock!"

"I dunno, Janet. I think you're avoiding having to wrestle any further," I told her.

"And I think you're afraid of 'locking up' with me in hand to organ combat," she countered.

"Oh, I hate so much being called out, so I'll agree to start in a grope lock, but I won't guarantee that I'll finish that way."

"Good enough," Janet grinned, suddenly feeling more confidant.

We waddled closer together. Ginger tossed the baby oil out on the tarp between us. Janet put a gob in her right hand and then offered the bottle to me. I did the same, capped the top and tossed the bottle back towards Ginger.

Then I felt Janet's warm, slick hand on my stiff rod just as my hand caressed her already hot, slick pussy. Janet wrapped her left arm around me to hold me tight so I wouldn't easily get free of her grasp. Instinctively, I did the same to her.

After a moment of optimum hand positioning, our right hands began to stroke the other's privates, while our left arms kept the other's body close, also preventing escape should the action became too intense. And that's exactly what happened. I was moved so close to orgasm so suddenly that I didn't think I could possibly hold out. But Janet was cooing loudly, too. It would be a fight to the finish!

We tried staring into each other's eyes with deep looks of determination, trying to psych the other out. Her breath was on my face and mine on hers. We were so close that we could easily kiss. Then I realized what I had to do. I planted a full hard kiss on Janet's lips and rolled us together onto the tarp. I mounted her, my lips still locked against hers, my hand still stroking her clit. Janet seemed to melt, releasing my rod to allow me to concentrate upon pleasuring her. It took only moments. Janet had tried to lift her head in a feigned attempt at escape. But I know she simply wanted to be held down more firmly, so I pressed harder with the kiss-pin. Then I realized that I'd just named the hold that had allowed me to defeat both of the women. There must be something special about being subdued with a strong kiss. As I felt Janet convulse, I released her lips from mine and allowed her to scream, moan and sigh unimpeded. I lay there and used gentile clit massaging , allowing her to finish her orgasm slowly and fully. I wondered if I was as susceptible to the kiss-pin as the two women so obviously were.

Finally, Janet sat up and looked between her legs. When I looked perplexed, she giggled, "Just seeing if there's any smoke. I was so hot that I could have started a fire. Just what was that you did to me, Rob?" she asked slyly.

"Yeah," cried Ginger, as she slowly approached Janet and myself. "Was that some sort of secret hold you learned from some website?" she kidded.

"Just inspiration," I countered. "No secrets, or whatever. I had to use the 'kiss-pin' to defend myself from the two of you."

"Oh, so you call it a kiss-pin", chided Janet.

"Yeah, so what? I think it describes it perfectly," I replied in mock indignation.

"Okay, so it does," replied Ginger. "But it seems that a kiss-pin isn't enough by itself for a pin."

"Yeah, that's true," I replied. "I think it's best used as a complement to the current pin attempt, so that you can keep your opponent's head and shoulders to the tarp long enough to win."

"So it would seem," replied a dreamy-eyed Janet, "so it would seem."

"Hey Janet, look what I've got!" cried Ginger suddenly, holding up a bottle of oil from behind her back. "Let's get him!"

I was caught totally off guard. Ginger bowled me over, and soon the two women had me on my back, one lying beside me on each side. My left leg was ensnared between Ginger's legs and my right leg between Janet's legs. Gingers breasts pressed against my left side, while Janet's pressed against my right. My left arm was held at bay by Ginger's left arm, while Janet secured my right arm with hers. I was completely helpless and in the hands of two 'rabid, sex-bent' women!!

Ginger squirted a liberal amount of oil onto my rigid shaft and said, You get his penis first, Janet, while I get his lips. Then we'll trade off after a few moments."

"Got it," giggled Janet. "Let's do him right!"

I tried to squirm, wriggle or twist, just to heighten the excitement. But inside there was no way I wanted to escape their clutches. I was helpless before them, and the feeling was completely overwhelming.

My rod was 'well conditioned' from all the groping, and I really made the two women work to get me. Finally, after 4 or so position-rotations by the women, my wild orgasm squirted mightily all over my stomach, as Ginger slowly 'pumped' me down with her slippery hand. Janet laid another full kiss on my lips to seal the deal.

After a few moments to come to terms with reality, Ginger asked, "So what do you think of the dual kiss-pin?"

"Awesome, totally awesome," I sighed, completely spent. The three of us just curled up there on the tarp in a three-person 'spoon' and before long, fell asleep right there for the night.

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We awoke the next day, naked on the oily tarp, huddled and snuggled together in a ball. It was comfortable as well, and I couldn't remember ever having a better night's sleep. I staggered upright and made my way off the tarp and headed for the shower. We'd brought towels for everyone, so there was no problem about that. I closed the bathroom door and cranked up the temperature until it was barely manageable and waited a few minutes for the steam to build. Then I stepped inside and let the hot water wash across my skin, melting off some of the oil. I looked around for the soap and realized there wasn't any. The shower door slid open and a hand reached in, offering a new bar of soap. "Is this what you're looking for?" asked Ginger.

"Yes, as a matter of fact," I replied. "But that isn't all that I'm looking for," I continued, as I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the shower with me. As I figured, she was still naked.

"What about me?" I heard from the other side of the shower door. "I've got the shampoo!" Janet cried, wanting to join us in the shower. It would be more than a little cramped, but I figured 'the more the merrier.'

"C'mon in," I called. "The water's fine, but hot."

Soon the three of us were somehow shampooing & soaping off each other and getting in a few good gropes while we were at it. I nearly fell a few times, just maneuvering around in the cramped quarters of the shower stall. The women somehow fared better than I did, never losing their footing. It was far too cramped for any sort of effective sex, other than the occasional grope, so we mostly just got clean. We finally finished, stepped out and toweled off.

I went into the kitchen and opened the cooler and pulled out three mini-bottles of orange juice and some pastries. Soon we were sitting down on the dining room carpet floor having our breakfast in the nude. "Hell of a battle last night," I offered. "I'm sore all over, and especially in one place."

"Yeah, an excellent battle," offered Ginger. "I'm sore and spent in the you-know-where, too."

"Um hmm. I had a great time, even though Rob won," laughed Janet. "And, I'm sore in the same place, too. It's gonna be a few days before I entertain any more erotic adventures, that's for sure."

"The kiss-pin is an awesome move," Ginger sighed. I experienced a very thorough erotic 'drubbing' from Rob using the kiss-pin / clit massage combination.

"A kiss-pin saps your willpower to resist," Janet elucidated. I can imagine a few variations, too. Like last night, you could do a leg scissors to trap a leg followed by a crotch 'massage' and a kiss-pin. Or, also like last night, a body press or anaconda with kiss-pin. Or, maybe an 'organ grinder' with kiss-pin?"

Or intercourse with kiss-pin," added Ginger. "I can hardly wait to try some of these moves one-on-one with each of you," Ginger smiled.

"Me, too," I said. "Maybe we should have a match with kiss-pin finales only. You could even use a 'kiss-attack' to set up the kiss-pin. A kiss attack would be wild, multiple, erotic kisses anywhere and everywhere, such as nipples, clit, earlobe, or whatever."

"Such as penis," Ginger deadpanned. "Or had you forgotten, Rob?"

Janet interrupted, "I could see Rob was getting into it there at the end when the two of us attacked, so I'm thinking he's plenty susceptible to kiss-pins, too. And I think you, Ginger, would be just as vulnerable with me as you were with Rob," she continued. "But you know, I actually may have a new erotic adventure of my own coming up in a few days."

"How so?" asked Ginger.

"I've been looking to supplement our wrestling adventures and have found another partner willing to give it a try. I guess I can't get enough of a good thing. Her name is Gretchen. I located her on-line via a voice verified women's wrestling group on YooHoo. We met for coffee a few days ago and it sounds like she's got about the same level of experience as me, though she's a bit taller and heavier, plus, she's got bigger boobs! And she giggles all the time, definitely a fun type of woman."

"Sounds interesting," offered Ginger. "Are you two going to get together for a match, then?"

"Yes we are," replied Janet, "next weekend at her house. I'm not sure exactly how it will go, she's definitely heterosexual, but she seems receptive to the idea of nude, erotic wrestling. But I don't want to spook her, either. I'll just have to see."

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," I offered. "It's worth a try. It'll probably be a tough match, considering her size."

"I hope you don't shun the two of us, after this," added Ginger.

"Awe, no way guys. We have way too much fun. I just want to have some additional fun, that's all. Besides, it may not work out, anyway."

"Well, I hope it does," replied Ginger. "You deserve it!"

I nodded in agreement, but inside my head I was already thinking, 'Just when I think things can't possibly get better, I hear about another woman wrestler. Maybe we could...'

The End