WRESTLING IN THE DARK

By Artaeus

Lightning flickered in the sky followed by a growling rumble of thunder as I entered the gym for my fight with Jill. I was right on time and met her as we went into the dressing room. We did not undress there, however, as we intended to disrobe in the private wrestling room. We proceeded to go to the mat room and locked the door so there would be not chance of us being disturbed. That taken care of we quickly stripped naked for the fight. We did not speak to each other at any time since we both knew the rules we had agreed upon which were very simple – no holds barred, anything goes, to a finish or until one of us could not or would not continue. After this the victor would have her way with her beaten foe – mentally, physically, or sexually

Jill and I were almost identical in height, weight, and physical allure. Our dimensions that male gym members love to watch as we trained were 40-33-48. What was hidden behind the material of our training outfits was succulent and luscious to male eyes. We both had great torsos and legs. Jill’s hair was blond and mine black.. What prompted this fight is unimportant to relate. But the ingredients had a liberal dose of many things, namely hatred, jealousy, cattiness, and unconscious lust. We had tangled many times on the gym floor proper with strutting before male members, taking more times on various machines to keep the other waiting or off, and deliberate shoving. On other occasions we had verbal e exchanges in the dressing room. So the eventual outcome of all of these things worked itself into a challenge fight.

As we moved warily into the center of the mat the strong overhead lights dimmed just slightly – just enough for us to notice it – and then was full again. This broke the spell and Jill charged in and grabbed me around the waist. We struggled in this semi bear hug until we tripped and fell to the mat. Jill tried to scramble over me but I pushed up with my knees and threw her off. She landed awkwardly and this gave me the chance to throw myself on her. Just as my body covered hers the lights actually dimmed and blinked. This was accompanied by a loud rumble that shook the room even though it is situated in the middle of the gym. The storm outside had finally arrived. I pressed down on her with my whole body. I wrapped my legs around her legs just below her knees, pushed down with my crotch into hers, and fell forward so that her face became buried between my tits. I then wrapped my arms around her head to complete the breast smother. She started to thrash about and in doing so forced my legs apart from hers. This was a mistake that I took advantage of by entwining my legs with hers in a good thigh bulging grapevine. I now had her. She was mine to torture with a leg spread that would rip her crotch apart or a breast smother that would knock her unconscious. My victory was going to be faster than I thought possible. But just then there was a crash of thunder so loud that it must have come from directly over the gym. The lights dimmed, flickered, and then went out completely. I waited for them to come back on but the seconds ticked by and nothing happened so I was left in the dark with Jill locked in the combination breast smother and
It was enough for Jill to make a violent twist that broke my hold and I felt her slither herself free. For a moment I could only hear her body moving away from me on the mat although I had no idea in what direction. I stopped breathing and concentrated hard on listening. It paid off as I caught more noise from my right side. I lunged blindly at the spot where I thought the noise came from. I caught nothing but the hardness of the mat. But as luck would have it she moved just then and her foot brushed my hand. Like a striking snake I groped wildly and caught her ankle. Then with a firm grip I started to climb her leg as I would a ladder. First her knee, then her thigh, and finally her soft crotch. As I reached this spot she tried to roll over onto her stomach and away from me. But this move just gave me the chance to scramble up and mount her luscious ass. Even though I could not see her I felt her almost as if I could.

I lay down on her back and slid my two arms up her back until I felt my hands touch her armpits. I then slipped them under her arms and brought them up to close together behind her neck in a full nelson. As my fingers locked I realized that they were placed too low on her neck so I shoved them up in line with her ears. Thus securely locked and placed to exert the most pressure I turned on the power and felt her head being bent toward the mat. Once more she was mine. Jill struggled to get some leverage to throw me off but only succeeded in rolling over with me still in control of the hold. She was now over on her back and exposed to my adding a scissor hold around her waist. This I did and squeezed with everything I had with my thighs. She arch up, carrying me with her. For at least 30 seconds she held this arched pose until her legs gave out and she collapsed. But she collapsed hard and right into my lower belly. The blow to my vulnerable crotch felt as if it had been hit with a sledgehammer. My legs flew open and my arms uncoiled from the nelson. She was free again and I didn’t know where.

Once again I turned to my ears to lead me to her. And just as before they did so as my head rammed into her body. That body part, unfortunately for me was one of her thighs. No sooner had I touched it than I felt the other thigh following it and I was quickly pulled by the hair in between them and clamped into a head scissor. My nose and mouth were immediately smothered with her hot flesh and at the same time had terrible constriction bear down on my skull. I was in trouble and didn’t know just how her body position lay which made it impossible at the moment to determine what I could do to escape. As I lay between her squeezing thighs I felt her groping hand around my upper torso. That hand finally found one of my nipples and closed fingers around it and twisted as hard as it could. Pain shot through that nipple from front to back and made me arch up in agony. When I did so she released the nipple and slammed a fist into my belly. I came down hard to the mat jarring my ass in the process. Her thighs continued to constrict and I found it hard to breath smothered in her hot, slippery flesh. I knew that unless I did something fast I would pass out and be fair game for whatever she had in mind for me. This I didn’t want, but I was caught. Her thighs shifted slightly, probably to get a better position to squeeze and it gave my mouth a slight space to move. More in desperation than plan I opened my mouth as far as I could and sank my teeth into her thigh. Like a sprung trap her thighs flew open and I slipped free. I knew that she was next to me so I lunged at the spot I thought she was still at and got lucky. My arm hit her head. I frantically groped with my other arm until it circled her whole head and clamped down.
Retaining this hold I maneuvered myself so that I was behind her and felt her back slam up against my tits. I brought the rest of my body so that we lay locked together with me in complete control. My arms circled her throat and I squeezed down hard. It was not enough of a controlling hold for me to make her submit because she could thrash around and possibly break free. Then suddenly it came to me. Out of boredom or for want of anything better I had watched pro-wrestling. Out of all of the garbage that went on in these programmed matches , one hold really caught my interest. I remembered every detail of how it was applied and proceeded to get Jill locked into it. One arm circled her jaw line while the other lay against the opposite side of her face and pressed in. The combination pressure that was exerted cut off the circulation to the brain and slowly knocked the victim out. It was called a sleeper and I now had Jill locked into the lethal hold. This time I knew she was mine.

As if to signal my victory another rumble of thunder, much less than the one that rocked the building, echoed in the distance. Jill moved beneath me with futile flapping of her arms and wild stabs in the air. Moment by moment she slackened in my hold. It was only a minute later that she went limp in my arms. I only had to lift one arm and let it flop lifeless against the mat to know that she was out. I let her slip from my grasp and collapse on the mat. Since she could not move I didn’t have to worry about her trying to escape. I took my time in straddling her shoulders. I reached back and grabbed both of her tits with my fingers and pinched them hard, giving them a brutal twist as I yanked my fingers off. I then concentrated on my own crotch. I put one hand down between my thighs and ran it down my pudenda, stroking the labia lips and teasing the slowly rising clit. I played with myself for the next two minutes until I knew that my climax was near.

And I knew what I wanted to trigger that climax. I wanted to bring my cunt down over her nose and mouth and pump it up and down until it came. As I thought about this my only disappointment was the fact that I would not visually see my wetness spreading all around her defeated face, but what couldn’t be couldn’t be. I moved my cunt directly over her face and slowly brought it down. Then, just as my labia brushed her mouth the overhead lights went on. The room was bathed in light and I saw her naked, slick body lying beneath me and my own slick covered body poised to deliver my climaxing hold – my cunt kiss of death. I didn’t hesitate but pressed my crotch down into her face, swiveling and pumping until I arched my back, grabbed her tits again, and ground out my climax. Even then I stayed where I was and watched my female cum spread down her face and onto the mat. I then dressed and left her there. It was not until the next day that I heard she had collected her gear and canceled her membership. I was now Queen of the Field.

The End