ONLY IF YOU WRESTLE ME
(Erotic Mixed Wrestling)

By Artaeus

Belle and Sam had been married almost a year. Both were physical fitness freaks and went to the same gym for workouts. They both were perfect specimens of male and female athletes. Belle was 5’10” 140 lbs, had long blond hair, blue eyes, beautifully molded tits and ass, great legs and thighs, and an overall tan to set all of these assets off to the best advantage. Sam was equally stunning at 6’2” 160 lbs. He sported a head of curly black hair, deep brown eyes, broad shoulders, great pecs, a slim waist beneath washboard abs, muscular thighs and legs, and a tan to match Belle’s. Together they drew lustful eyes from both males and females no matter what their sexual preferences were. And there were many females that would like to get Belle alone and many males the same with Sam. They were that perfect and sexy.

One evening Sam felt very horny for Belle. They had stripped down to really skimpy attire due to the humid atmosphere. Belle lay face down on the bed with her delectable ass staring Sam in the face. This did not help cool Sam’s horny feeling, but rather fanned it into overt action. He reached out with his hand and massaged one of Belle’s glorious ass cheeks. After a minute the hand went to the other delicious mound. Belle stirred and told Sam to cease and desist. This resistance only spurred Sam on further and his hand slid down to the back of her thigh. Belle once again told him to cool it but this did not stop Sam. Instead his hand moved from her thigh up between them. This brought physical movement from Belle, but not the kind that Sam had hoped for. Belle rolled over suddenly, exposing her succulent tits, and told Sam to fucking stop. Sam pulled his hand back from where it had been but still poised to put it somewhere else. That somewhere else was Belle’s beautiful size 39 tits. As his hand approached, however, Belle grabbed it and held it off.

Now Sam realized that Belle meant what she said. As the moments went by so did Sam’s desire grow along with his frustration. He started to plead with her, but the real problem was that Belle was hard to rouse to want sex. But once roused she was so passionate and wild that at least a couple of times when they had made love Belle had drained him and still wanted more to the point that Sam thought it would kill him. The other factor to rouse Belle and the one to get her tits and cunt ready for sex was wrestling - Belle loved wrestling with a passion. On the times when they watched WWF for the want of anything better to do and the wrestlers were Greek Adonis’, Sam noticed that her tits under her thin bra seemed to swell and her bullet shaped nipples pressed harder against the material, in addition to a wet patch in her bikini bottom. If this was not enough to let him know that wrestling roused her, her hand went to her crotch when she thought he wasn’t watching her. All of this might well have settled any and all mutual arousals between them except for the fact that Sam did not like to wrestle – he always lost and this didn’t sit well with his ego. There were reasons for this but they were complex in nature and no matter what Sam did he could not avoid this debasement of his macho male manhood.
But on this night Sam’s lustful desire overrode his dislike of wrestling. If it was wrestling that she wanted to give him what he wanted – which was to wind up blowing his wad that had built up in his balls. He so wanted her that he relented and said “want to wrestle”. The words “want to wrestle” turned the switch on. Belle looked at him with the first hint of lust showing. She asked him to repeat what he just said because there were many times that he teased her about this but wound up only teasing. Sam said “I asked if you wanted to wrestle”. This affirmation of what he asked caused Belle to look at his crotch. When she saw the bulge and tent like condition it was in she knew that he wanted to have sex with her. This was great with her as long as she could be roused enough to give him what he wanted. The wrestling would provide that for her with plenty to spare.

“OK, what will it be? Naked no holds barred?” Belle asked him. Sam stared at her for a moment without answering, dreading the beating he was going to get if they wrestled the way she suggested. But the sight of her delectable body was too much for his cock to take. His cock had a mind of its own and her body had a lock on it that would not be denied. “OK” Sam replied “but no face sitting, you know that is gives me claustrophobia”
When Belle immediately pulled back Sam knew that it was a wrong answer, so he back pedaled and said “ok, ok, naked, no holds barred, anything goes”. Then the second he said this he knew he was doomed – he only hoped that she wouldn’t kill him this time.

Belle kneeled up on the bed and undid her skimpy bikini bottom and removed her bra. She waited patiently for Sam to strip off his briefs. When he did not immediately react she said “what are you waiting for?” Sam then reluctantly started to pull his briefs off but had a hard time because his cock was so stiff. Belle lost all patience with him and grabbed at the briefs and pulled them, sending Sam over backwards to the floor with the briefs still in Belle’s hands. It would be thought that with male muscles, 4” and 20 lb advantage Sam should be able to win. But Sam had a weakness that negated that apparent advantage as he was always devoured by Belle’s passionate lust once they started to wrestle. As their limbs entwined Sam lost all sense of what his limbs should be doing. As their bodies locked together his muscles seemed to turn into rubber. And further, when she attacked his family jewels he became totally distracted. But the final “nail in the coffin” was when she locked his head between her thighs and the smell of her femininity forced him in giving up to her ravishments.

So it turned out this night as expected. Belle jumped off the bed and landed full force on Sam’s prone body. She wrapped her arms around his head and buried his face between her succulent tits. Sam started to struggle but Belle nailed him down by adding a grapevine to his legs, spreading them apart and ramming her crotch down onto his still rigid cock. With this hold she was able to forcefully massage his cock while she smothered his face with her warm, soft tit flesh. She held this hold for a good 2 minutes, punishing him with it and feeling his disorientation and mindless sexual arousal. Sam knew only one way to break this hold. His tongue went out and he started to lick the valley between the mounds of flesh that engulfed his face. But, as always, this maneuver backfired because all it did was to make Belle shift her hold. She did this by releasing the breast smother and grapevine and quickly forcing Sam over onto his stomach. In this position Sam was vulnerable to any attack that Belle decided to make on him at will.
Belle then planted her ample ass directly on Sam’s. In this position she reached down and grabbed his legs and pulled them back and then crossed them. Now she could reach down and cup his balls. These she squeezed sufficiently to rouse him even further than he was already but not enough to give him pain which might soften his cock. After playing with his sacs she shifted her hand to his cock that she started to pump. From the way Sam was thrashing under her she knew she had him on the ropes. Then holding onto the cross leg trap she threw her legs backwards and wrapped her thighs around his head in a reverse scissor. She could then squeeze his head while she still tormented him sexually with his cock and balls. After a minute she dropped the cross leg trap and brought him over to his side and then back still controlling him with the scissors. She shifted the scissors so that she could attack any part of his upper torso or his crotch. As Sam undulated in her hold she took a good sized nipple of his between her fingers and pinched down. Sam’s body arched up. Belle knew that attacking his nipples really got Sam rock hard. She added also to his growing excitement by leaning over and clamping her mouth on the other nipple. Sam moaned and thrashed about and his cock stood up like a flag pole waving in the wind. By now Sam was Belle’s sexual slave. He didn’t care what she did to him as long as it drove him crazy with desire for her.

Belle released her scissor hold and immediately climbed up on him and straddled his face. She then brought her voracious cunt down solidly on his face. With deliberate movement she massaged his face with her wet labia lips until Sam slipped his tongue into her pulsating slit. When he did this Belle started to pump up and down on his stiff tongue until she was near to a climax. Then with a swift move she got up and straddled his cock so that she could impale herself on his raging hard-on with one downward thrust. Together then they went into fast, hard, violent, animalistic sex and continued until they had fucked their brains out. When they finally stopped Sam was totally drained and Belle fully satisfied.

So if you want to wrestle a female to get ready for sex, watch out because you will have a tigress by the tail, or should we say you’ve got her by her “tail” and she is very liable to devour you in the process.

The End

Author’s Note: Would love any of my readers to send me their ideas for stories. No idea or fantasy is too much for me to write. If interested you can reach me at zebrajg@optonline.net. Thanks, Artaeus