"Sex-Hug Rematch!"

by Mr. E.

Short Description:

Would you be more interested in a form of sporting combat that deals with sensual yet competitive "squeezing" than one that deals with violent strikes? It looks like love-making, and it may not be as violent as some combative sports, but it really is a form of battle! A male sex-wrestler is horny with anticipation, and a little fearful, when a female sex-wrestler whom he once defeated at an erotic wrestling club publicly challenges him to a rematch of so-called "sex-hug wrestling", and claims that she will defeat him due to the fact that she has become visibly more physically strong since the last match, and that she can defeat him by weakening him with a combination of endurance, sex and her powerful bear hugs and frontal choke holds and, like a predator holding it's prey, finish him off when the time is right. Although both wrestlers feel untold pleasures as they are locked intimately together in their second sexual battle, neither seems to be having an easy time dominating the other, and while the man achieves a strong start and lead, he realizes he is weakening! Still, while the female wrestler has become stronger since their last match, the man's experience with wrestling other women - including moments of both being dominant and being dominated - since then has made him wiser, and he seems to continue learning from his current opponent as she fights him!

Story:

At a unique erotic wrestling club where it's possible to see a female wrestler submit a male, female, or transsexual wrestler from the intensity of genitals-to-genitals interplay, I as a male wrestler once defeated a confident, athletic, but not greatly muscular woman named Tara there, but only to be challenged to a rematch by her - with the form of wrestling in both matches comprised mostly of bear hugging and dominant fucking. This is a form of wrestling that is usually reserved for brave and preferably muscular female wrestlers who want to prove that they can hold their own with a upper-body-strong male wrestler at "his own game" - devoid as such of things like torso scissors and jujitsu holds that many women are great at, as they require more skill and speed than strength.

I liked the relative simplicity that was offered in this form of wrestling, but I also felt I might miss being allowed to use choke holds. Thus I suggested a variation of the game which allowed some limited choking - the inner elbow to be used for choking while facing one's opponent front-to-front. My opponent agreed to this. One could ague that this would make the bear hug hold less important in our match, and open me up to being more effectively attacked with choke holds than with less effective bear hugs - especially considering these would be dished out by a woman. I did not feel I gave up any advantage though. In my last match with Tara, after all, we used the choking variation, and both managed to be good at protecting ourselves from each other's chokes most of the time - remembering to tuck the chin! We shared choke holds and when that didn't work, bear hugs, and when that didn't work, choke holds again. I love BOTH holds, and find them BOTH sensual, although the choking can lead to erotic asphyxiation that, while it heightens the pleasure, it also heightens certain risks. It's less risky with a good referee, but it's easy for sex-wrestler to get overly caught up in the sensual pleasure of their match. A sex-wrestler, after all, usually trains to react to a hold meant to cause pain by feeling pleasure when possible instead!

I was horny at the thought of a rematch with this woman I once defeated at this so-called "sex-hug wrestling" - especially as I was curious as to how well she would do against me since she has become a much more physically stronger wrestler since our last match. In that match, I dominated her with bear hugs. More recently though, I have has seen her dominate her opponents of both genders in bear hugs - even opponents larger than her!

Before our rematch, Tara told the spectators that she would defeat me due to the fact that she had become visibly more physically strong since our last match, and that she can defeat me by weakening me with a combination of endurance, sex and her powerful bear hugs and and frontal choke holds and that, like a predator holding it's prey, she will finish me off when the time is right. Somehow hearing this made me feel as if my brain was sweating. I had to remind myself that I wanted to AVOID this sort of defeat, as physically pleasurable as it might be. The power of erotic and sensual pleasure has allowed many women to defeat a man at the club almost as many times as the opposite has happened - sometimes simply by just immobilizing him in a sensual bear hug (often trapping his arms to his sides if she is strong enough) while pinning him! Tara told the spectators that she will make me, after I once boasted that I was the better wrestler, admit that I am no longer - if not in this match, than in a more brutal submission match that the club hosts, where a fight typically does not end until one wrestler admits the other to be the better one! My only response to the audience was "we shall see!" The crowd remained silent in anticipation.

The first and only time I had fought such a brutal submission fight that Tara had referred to was one followed my match with her, and in that new match with a different opponent, I was surprised as to how effective my much smaller female opponent was due to her great skill! I was ahead of her in the match, but since she was allowed to wear an artificial penis, I was in trouble when in one moment she got behind me and performed a prostate-stimulating rear insertion the likes of which I had never experienced before! My sense of eroticism was also oddly enhanced with some rather risky erotic asphyxiation - when my opponent held me sensually in a sleeper hold that cut off some of my blood supply, despite my efforts to escape the hold. The power of sex to greatly weaken an opponent was well demonstrated in this case. I don't think I had ever ejaculated so hard or collapsed so completely after an orgasm! I basically became her rag-doll after that. Fortunately, the time limit of the match was reached before she could completely catch up to me in points. This was also the first match I had against a woman that did not involve oil - something I now appreciate as allowing a man to escape the powerful legs of a woman more easily than she might be able to escape a man's bear hug!

Still, the oil does not protect a wrestler from succumbing to the power of sex - or whatever approximates sex given the genders of the two wrestlers. I used to think, for instance, that as a heterosexual man, I might be disgusted at the idea of wrestling a transsexual wrestler. Still, when challenged by one, I had too much pride to back down. Also, I was rather amazed at how feminine looking the face of this creature with a penis actually was - although I had never seen her nude body or her wrestle before. I thought for sure, since "she" was smaller than me and lacked a vagina, I could defeat her just as I might non-sexually engage and defeat a smaller male wrestler. I stepped onto the mat without an erection - all business for a male opponent, whereas an erection would have made me all business for a female sex-wrestling opponent. When my opponent stepped onto the mat, "she" disrobed, and it blew my mind - the contradiction! For the majority of her body, "she" really was a she - and one of the most beautiful, athletic feminine creatures I had ever laid eyes on. I was beginning to feel the start of an erection stir. On the other hand, her penis, flaccid, was nonetheless very much larger than mine. As we oiled ourselves up, we both checked each other over - both developing erections. My eyes met with hers - feminine, cat-like eyes. As we met in the center of the mat, I kept reminding myself that I SHOULD NOT BE AFRAID OF ANY NAKED BODY SMALLER THAN MINE OR WRESTLING CHALLENGE FROM SUCH A BODY, the young "lady" whispered to me with a perfectly feminine voice - "my dick wants to wrestle with yours." Soon she had me pinned and sexually "melted" me in ways I never thought possible - making my eventual defeat of her all the more difficult. Indeed, when at least one of the two combating wrestlers is male, the rule is that a wrestler may gain a point by pinning the other wrestler and sexually dominating that wrestler until EITHER wrestler who has a male organ sexually climaxes. This is easier to demonstrate to a referee than, say, a female climax in oil. As both my opponent and I ejaculated, she won a point for sexually dominating me and achieving a "sex-pin toward male organ climax" (which is also a point a man can achieve against a woman and vice-versa). Again, the power of eroticism proved itself - at times to the point of being overwhelming!

The point of mentioning this past experience is to make it clear that while I may have boasted to be a better wrestler than Tara, and was not willing to publicly admit at least the possibility she might now be the better wrestler, I now knew better to be overconfident that I could defeat Tara. Before Tara buffed up, the thought of how brave she was to face me in our first match made me appreciate her more - the thought making me feel like I would forever be a little horny for her. And this is from a man who finds that the easier it is to defeat a female wrestler, the less interesting and erotic she seems! But NOW, my fear of losing to the NEW and IMPROVED Tara - and that suspense of not knowing whether I could win, and the anticipation of our match, gave me a hard-on well before Tara stepped on the mat with me, and it fortunately stayed with me at the start of the fight - a sign that a male sex-wrestler is ready for action! I was ready not only for the physical rewards of a sexual fight, but the potential monetary reward as well in the prize money!

The bell sounded, and Tara and I clashed our bodies together in a mutual bear hug - our left arms under each other's right. Some of my tension eased as I realized Tara was having a hard time making me submit or taking me to the ground - although I could certainly feel that her upper body was stronger than before! The thought of her powerful squeeze made me want to ejaculate right on the spot, but I had to concentrate on keeping my erection for the fight! I wondered if I could make her submit the same way I did in our last match. I managed to get my arms under hers for a superiorly positioned bear hug. Still, she bore down on me with great power - not enough to take me to the ground, but enough that I had a hard time budging her. I think she sensed what I was trying to do, and was using a clinch to prevent me from doing it. I rested my energy for a while I continued to let her hug me, but I was determined not to give up on my strategy of testing her in the same hold I once submitted her in before.

Finally I took my chance, and burst out in enough energy to hoist Tara off of the ground. Certainly her muscle mass had made her a heavier girl, and her strength in bear hugging me made it difficult for me to make her release that hold on me. I tried to drive my chest into her diaphragm - grinding into her a dull pain, and perhaps even an inability to breath. She seemed more tolerant of my bear hug than I recalled her to be before. Still, she let out a few soft moans and groans. She began to smother me defensively using her breasts. Still, I felt she was not putting up as much of a fight as she could. Then it occurred to me that she was likely using an old sex-wrestling strategy - letting one's opponent expend their energy while feigning weakness to encourage them with the false idea that their effort is actually doing them some good. No matter, I thought. Sometimes feigned weakness can become REAL weakness, and at this early stage in the fight, I felt like I had boundless energy!

The breast smother was beginning to get to me. It was getting a little hard to breathe, and hard on the neck as Tara's meaty arms put their pressure on it. And the beauty of her breasts threatened to make me ejaculate early. In sex-hug wrestling, you are not allowed many defenses to the bear hug. The breast smother is one, and pushing yourself away from your opponent by pressing against their shoulders or what not (with the face not being allowed) is all you can do - unless that is you get closer to one side of them to place a typically one-armed inner elbow choke hold on them, which Tara was now seeming to try to do to me. I kept my chin tucked in case she managed to snake her arm around me. In one burst of energy she managed to get her arm around my face, but her attempt to choke me against my chin was to no avail. Still, I could feel the crushing strength of her arm against my face - it has become impressively greater than the last time I had tangled with her! It took some work, but I managed to center her against me again - making her choke attempt even harder now. She kept a high pressure head lock on me though and resumed her breast smother on me.

The idea of limiting the allowable defenses to a bear hug is to encourage basically a mutual bear hug duel - where the best defense to being bear hugged is often one's own bear hug! Although I probably had the greater upper body strength, although not by as much as before since Tara buffed up, Tara's shorter height gave her a positional advantage. That is, if I let her down, she might grind her chest into my diaphragm. Still, my recently boundless energy started to feel dramatically less boundless, and I decided to take the risk of resting a little and letting Tara down. As expected, she poured on her bear hug pressure. Normally in a wrestling match with me, a woman's bear hug at best for her only gradually wears me down or allows her some control in trying to pin me, and at worst for her it just feels very pleasant and sensual to me - the warmth and erotic wetness of sweaty chests of opposite genders grinding together! Oddly with Tara now, I felt that kind of pleasure, yet I heard myself involuntarily let out a grunt - my lungs perhaps being squeezed hard enough by Tara to let out such a sound. My body, which was trained through sex-wrestling to interpret certain submission holds as sources of sensual pleasure rather than pain, was nonetheless telling me that indeed, Tara was now stronger in the upper body than she had been!

Suddenly, but not entirely unexpectedly, Tara turned her bear hug into a controlling take-down - taking us both to the mat. I was headed toward being pinned, but I used our momentum to roll us over - reversing what was only a temporary pin and pinning Tara. Tara sounded both frustrated and orgasmic as I followed a typical male sex-wrestler's instinct, and secured a sexually penetrating pin on my opponent. I could have tried to submit her instead in a grapevine hold - the rules allowing one point for that, but the fact is that that this hold is not easy to use on a good strong wrestler to submit that person, and judging by Tara's muscular legs, such an attempt might have only annoyed her (as the hold usually does to me).

I was glad that my erection had held up. Now I could concentrate on being in the thick of our battle, as I'm sure Tara was too. A wrestler who pins an opponent is allowed a so-called "Magic Minute", where that wrestler is allowed to pin the opponent's arms or wrists to the mat, or attempt the inner elbow choke, for no more than one minute from the start of the pin. After that time, it is required that a bear hug be used in combination with the pin (again, encouraging a "bear hug battle", while encouraging less time for simple immobilization). Tara and I had a similar style that was evident in our last match - we usually would forego pinning an opponent's arms to the mat or using a choke hold, and just sprawl our legs while we maintained our bear hug - giving us a tighter hold on each other to create a more impassioned, shall we say, "sexual duel". I noticed in watching Tara's more recent fights that that she had gotten better at trapping her opponents' arms to their sides during her bear hug pin, making it more difficult for them to escape. She also seemed to become stronger in her ability to escape being trapped the same way. I must admit that she put up a good fight as I now trapped her this way - grunting and at times nearly escaping me. I must admit that the thought of how she was tolerating me now, and the strength I observed in her in the recent matches I watched, made me all the more horny. I must also admit that despite my active libido, my penis even fully erect was not large enough for me to be able to gain a point for submitting Tara to the intensity of our sex, but then Tara had always seemed to be a tremendously tough girl when it came to tolerating, and enjoying, even the roughest sexual attack from nearly any opponent on the mat.

In other forms of wrestling, many defenses might be allowed for Tara, but in sex-hug wrestling, the requirement is to again try to use the bear hug or the inner elbow choke hold as a defense - to use it to squeeze your opponent into submission, or roll your opponent over to escape a pin. Incredibly, Tara DID manage enough strength in one moment to roll me partially off of her, but I also managed to roll back on top of her - this time deciding to pin her arms, and with some struggle, managing to do so. This did not count as a second pin for me, but the continuation of the first - as in the rules, a new pin can only follow BEING pinned, or the occurrence of a submission. Now we were fucking, cheek-to-cheek - eyes glazed over as, despite our attempts to fight each other, our genitalia seemed to want only to surrender to that of our opponent!

By achieving a sexually penetrative pin, I had already been awarded one point - for a one point lead over Tara. I knew that if she was able to roll me over again, but this time far enough to reverse the pin, and fuck me until I ejaculated, she would get one point for HER penetrative pin and another for sexually dominating me to the point of making it obvious to our lovely female referee that I lost my erection! That is why, if nothing else, I knew I had to lose my erection NOW. It was not JUST because that is what I naturally desired now, although certainly that lust helped! Still, I did not want to rush too quickly. I wanted to keep Tara immobilized for as long as I could now that I was ahead of her by a point. I wanted to weaken her sexually too, if that was possible. Indeed, at times, it seemed she was responding to my penetration as if, as a weapon, my penis was weakening her, and immobilizing her not with pain, but with pleasure. Trapping her in a prison of pleasure! I could see her eyes glaze over at times.

Somehow Tara's vagina seemed tighter to me than what I remembered, Almost tight enough to cause me pain - or at the very least, make it nearly impossible for me to resist ejaculating while she, seemingly as much as I, held me tightly close. I almost did not notice when I gained a second point for keeping Tara in a pin for at least one minute - the Magic Minute! Existing somewhere on a fuzzy line drawn between fighting and fucking, Tara and I were lost in each other. Apparently we were engaged with each other in this sexual pin for a very long time - although in my memory, I recall only great moments, and great sensations! We were lost in time - and some of that time seemed to go missing! Being in this moment was one of the greatest things I knew!

I finally experienced a sexual climax that was so great and so sensual, it was an even greater pleasure for me than my unexpected prostate-stimulated geyser in that previous fight I mentioned! I was sure to pull my penis out right after I ejaculated in order to show the referee what had happened. I could have easily been distracted enough to forget to do this, and not received the point I just did for achieving the dominant "sex-pin toward male organ climax". (See, by bringing up my unique experience with my transsexual opponent before, I don't have to further explain this point now!) I then reinserted what little was left of my shrinking erection into Tara's vagina and collapsed on top of one of the greatest, strongest female bodies I could ever hope to collapse onto! Tara seemed to experience an orgasm as well, but instead of weakening greatly, she now, indeed as she had promised, became the predator feeling out her prey for weakness. Despite maintaining a sprawl of my legs to keep Tara pinned, I found myself powerfully rolled over and powered out of my sprawl. I likely had loosened my grip on keeping Tara's arms to her side when I climaxed, and we had likely produced quite a bit of sweat between us - in either case making it easier for Tara to slip her arms in a tight hug around me to control me in the roll. The spectators who had been so quiet now roared with delight! The momentum kept us going, and even though I tried to stop it by powerfully bear hugging Tara while we hit our sides, we did not stop until Tara securely had me pinned, and, using her powerful legs, was securely sprawled on me. Even though my arms were free to bear hug Tara over her arms, she showed incredible strength in resisting my attempt to roll her over as she had done to me - probably due in large part to how powerful her legs were in her sprawl. She even resisted an attempt I made to defensively choke her and roll her over - intuitively keeping her head too centered to my chest for me to easily take control of her head. If she kept me immobilized this way, she could gain a point at the end of the match for being the last wrestler to pin the other. But to tie up my score of three points or exceed it, she would have to do much more to me.

Both Tara and I knew we were a long way from me becoming erect again, whether I wanted to become that way or not. I would have to now resist becoming erect and letting Tara exploit such an erection for gaining a point for a sexual pin, and possibly another for making me ejaculate. I was glad that she was not able to pin me before I lost my erection. Tara and I hugged each other once again, but we also rested for a while. Then, Tara started to slowly, gently rub all manner of everything from her vagina to her leg up and down my genitalia, while basically kissing me passionately and engaging passionately with me in what would have looked to me more making love than wrestling. Such moments are inevitable when you have a game as simple and devoid of complicated rules as "sex-hug wrestling".

Our apparent "love-making" started to look more like a love-hate relationship as Tara would interrupt her apparent affection from time to time by elevating her body and then dropping it on me as she bear hugged me. We both grunted at this, and I responded by bear hugging her back. Tara seemed frustrated. Despite her enhanced strength, she could not bear hug me into submission, and it seemed to me that she was VERY intent on doing so - trying to test out her new, stronger body to the max! I could not have thought a better plan for her, myself. I knew Tara was about to gain a point for keeping me in a pin for a minute. I tried to roll out, but could not - finding Tara amazing strong in her pin, although I wondered if I had also become quite weakened. I relaxed, and tried to save up my energy as Tara gained her point. It took some time, but I felt a little energy return to me, so I managed to roll Tara over as far as us stopping when our sides touched the mat.

At the same time, we caught each other in a mutual frontal choke hold - our necks being squeezed in each other's inner elbow. It seemed both of us forgot to tuck our chins, and we were feeling the effects of being denied blood to the head. Still, we both managed to pry each other's arms away just enough to relieve some pressure. We struggled and groaned like this for some time, until both of us managed to slide against each other's sweat-soaked arms and center ourselves against each other in such a way that it was difficult to choke each other any more.

Despite being weakened by the choke holds, we managed to engage each other in mutual, jarring bear hugs, combined with one of the only other submission holds not already mentioned that is allowed for points - although it is meant more for control than submission (much like the grapevine) - and that is a scissor hold on an opponent's leg. So we were engaged in jarring mutual leg-to-leg scissor holds in combination with our mutual bear hugs. We grunted nearly orgasmically with every effort - both of us hurting the most, it seemed, from what we were doing to each other's legs. This was not any sort of high flying, high action wrestling, but more an acquired taste for both wrestlers and spectators who like to see a slower moving confrontation of flexing muscles against flexing muscles. It can be a fascinating, mesmerizing thing to engage in, or spectate - as I have personally in both cases found.

I was determined to not be submitted this way. In my sex-wrestling career, so far fairly short, I had never submitted this way before. Tara was determined to make me submit though. She managed to twist me around while maintaining her leg scissor on my leg, and pretty soon I found myself trapped by her in a reverse bear hug in combination with finding the calf of her leg trying to stimulate a response from my genitalia. Tara seemed to know my weakness. There was something about being under the power of a female wrestler who "has you" from behind you (a great position for a wrestler) and who then tries to weaken you sexually. I clawed at Tara's beautiful, velvety smooth tanned wrists - able to enjoy the feeling of these powerful limbs against me, but not able to pry them off me. I just allowed myself to relax and absorb the pressure of Tara's beautiful, meaty arms bear hugging me. I was feeling more pleasure than pain from the sensual hold. Tara enhanced my pleasure by trying to force a hand job on me to bring me to erection. I weakly tried to resist, but I scarcely could - or at least I scarcely had a desire to. Besides, I thought that if I could rest and gain my erection, I'd be in better shape for attacking Tara after she was done with me. I was starting to regain my erection finally.

In a lightning quick move I did not expect, Tara twisted around and placed me in a "69" pin that saw her giving me a full blow job. This immediately gave her a point. I felt myself get not only more horny, but physically stronger - my rising sexual energies fueling me! I tried to distract Tara by orally stimulating her - resulting in an orgasmic moan from her. Then I put all my power against Tara's hips that were resting against my face, pushing against her as if she was a bench press. Her sprawled legs did not make this easy, but I managed to use one of her legs for leverage and reverse the blow job pin into something quite brutal, but it gave me a point, so I was now 4 points to Tara's 2. I was now fucking her in the mouth, reaching at times as deep as her throat, as I tried to keep her trapped under me. If she gagged and submitted, then by a special rule of the game, it would be worth a point for me. Instead, Tara bravely took everything I dished out to her, and then, short of ejaculating, I found myself being pushed off of her - as if she had reserved untold energy stores for such a moment. The referee stopped us there, and gave us each a cloth to wipe our mouths off for hygienic purposes - and for those in the audience with certain psychological sensitivities to such things.

Tara and I resumed our match - locking up and looking for a take-down. With amazing skill, Tara got a take-down before I was able to - hip-tossing me heavily to the mat, and then quickly and securely pinning me - this time pinning my wrists to the mat. I soon found out why she broke her usual style of the bear hug pin. She was out to exploit my erection, even if it meant causing it pain! She knew from the previous blow job that I was ready to be sexually pinned. I must admit now that Tara had a way of sexually attacking a man in a way that could be more painful for the man than any sexual attack he could do would be painful for her. Even before she buffed up, I found Tara's hip-thrusting sexual attack to be at times painful enough that I had to push her hips away from me. In our current match, after she had just engulfed my penis in her vagina and gained a point for that, she seemed even MORE powerful with her hip thrusts than in my last match with her. I groaned in a combination of pain and pleasure at every one! At first, I thought I might have to voice a submission - unable to free my arms from her pin. But after some struggle, I managed to muscle my way arms free, and now I was able to somewhat control Tara - pushing her hips at least a little away from me. I relieved enough pressure that I kept from submitting, but with her strength, and in the excitement of the action, I was slowly but surely being brought towards another ejaculation. Somehow, the pain of the thrusts went away, even as my strength to push Tara's hips away waned. I was becoming used to the build-up toward pure pleasure. Tara gained a fourth point to tie me - she had pinned me for a minute.

WIth the "Magic Minute" over, but Tara still trying to pin my wrists again, the referee told Tara to switch to the required bear hug / pin combination. I managed to make Tara groan in my own bear hug, but it was not enough. The sex seemed to be making us both stronger in how hard we bear hugged each other, but also stronger in how much we were able to tolerate each other's constriction! Soon, but not so soon, despite my resistance to do so, I ejaculated, and Tara lifted herself up to show the referee how my penis had thoroughly "surrendered" to her vagina, while she completed her own sexual climax - combining her sexual juices with mine. The male penis is what some female wrestlers call the male "protruding weakness", although others admit it can be used as much as a weapon as a weakness. Right now, with my penis flaccid, the score even, and Tara dominating me, I felt my penis to be more a weakness than anything.

Tara had collapsed on me, but still seemed to have me securely pinned. She whispered to me "NOW I've fully weakened you. NOW you are truly my prey. I need only hold you here." The microphones broadcast her message to the loudspeakers to an applauding audience. She was right to say she need only hold me now. If I could not escape her pin and turn the tables on her, she would gain a point for being the last wrestler to pin the other - thus winning the match! I realized that the only way to escape her might be to submit to her, but then that would give her another point, and a much greater challenge for me to catch up to her. I was pretty sure I was also running out of time. In a panic of sorts, I managed a spurt of energy and strength that was enough to push Tara off of me and put distance between her and I.

I thought of exploiting the fact that Tara was weak from her sexual climax by trying to throw myself at her and pin her before she was able to get back to her feet, but I forgot that I too had been greatly weakened. In throwing myself at her, she caught me in a sort of bear hug clinch as we both remained on our knees. She had a better position in this mutual bear hug than I did - her arms under mine. I struggled to try to get her down to the mat, but she resisted. She did not seem to be trying to pin me either. She just squeezed hard and kept me there. Somehow, she seemed to have saved enough strength to squeeze me VERY hard in her well-placed bear hug. Again, I decided to just relax and absorb the punishment - let her expend her energy. I was slowly beginning however to feel tired and sensually overwhelmed by Tara's amazing hug. She was not just jarring short spurts of effort in this hug as she was before. She seemed to be going for an actual submission with all of her remaining power. I wondered if it was getting close to the end of our match. I tried to hug Tara back, but I felt a need to rest. I slumped and slung my head over her meaty shoulder - observing her beautiful, sweat-soaked tanned, muscular back. I had weakened her in a similar way in a bear hug in my previous match with her, but like some sort of karmic revenge, she finally had ME weakened this way, whereas I had tried but failed to do as much to her again. It was not all pain though. Somehow, the harder Tara squeezed, the more I was pleasurably swimming in a warm, wet heaven of female flesh - wanting to sleep.

The referee announced that there was two minutes left in our match. The announcement made me flinch - a few muscles having a spasm. I wanted to extend my movement more than that, but I could not. I felt pleasured but paralyzed. I felt my eyelids become heavy, and without really realizing it, I let go of much of my hugging hold on Tara. I felt the referee lift my wrist to see if I was unconscious, but I was not - I left my wrist up in the air, and then I hugged my opponent once again. "One minute left" the referee announced. From seemingly nowhere, I managed to mostly "wake up" and execute my own massive bear hug on Tara - the sweat between us making it easier for me to slip my own arms under hers for a better position. Now she groaned and moaned loudly in what seemed to be pain, but probably not without an element of pleasure. She slipped one of her arms under mine. I think both of us were now pouring all of our remaining strength into our mutual bear hug.

Now the referee announced "End of the match! BREAK!" I fell backwards and Tara fell on top of me. We caught each other's eyes and looked at each other with untold passion. She kissed me deeply - her tongue going down my throat nearly as deeply as my penis went down hers. "Or, don't break!" laughed the referee. Tara spun around and again started to give me a blow job. I ate her pussy as if it was a buffet. "The winner by one point in this closely fought match, and the wrestler who is likely about to claim a victory fuck, is Tara!" The crowd went wild. "And by the way," continued the referee "let me tell you a little secret that our brave male wrestler told me before he went into this fight. Kevin here said he had become so impressed with Tara that no longer thought himself to be the superior wrestler!" The crowd loved that news, cheering for Tara. "Tara lost before to this man but defeated him tonight. She might even just be the better wrestler TONIGHT! But I think these two could wrestle a thousand times more and their overall score, like tonight, would be even. Let's give them both a round of applause!"

I learned a lesson - just because you might be a man who once defeated a female wrestler does not mean she will always be incapable of defeating you in a rematch! It's a funny thing being pinned by a vagina on your tongue, sucked nearly painfully on your penis back to erection, after losing it so many times, by a muscular female wrestler who also seems to you at the time (and I WAS single at the time) to be the most beautiful girl in the world, and having an audience show their approval of this and everything that happened prior in a wrestling match. It's also humbling for a man who once thought himself to be, and effectively was, a superior wrestler to all the female wrestlers around him to then be shown that his best opponent ever IS a female - costing him a potentially humiliating loss of the match (which includes sexually servicing his opponent for all to see after the match), AND the loss of the significant prize money that he had his heart set on! But then again, I had my heart set more on the unique experience of this sexual mixed gender fight than on even the prize money, and frankly the sex both during the match and Tara's "victory fuck" of me afterwards, which in itself took on all sorts of untold forms, was some of the most exciting sex I had ever had in my life! Win or lose, for me anyway, having the erotic wrestling experience - which combines the excitement of both eroticism and competition - is certainly better than not having had it at all!

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