After the holiday – part 10
by Aristocatch

When the telephone rang I was just getting out of the shower. Dripping water everywhere I hurled myself across my flat and managed to seize it before the ringing stopped. A voice at the other end told me not to hang up as an important call was awaiting me. Cursing I hung up and went in search of a towel. When the phone rang again I almost didn't answer, but subsequent events were to show that my decision to pick up the phone was a good one.

This time a voice told me that she had been given my name, as she was in search of a lady wrestler for a filming session, where one of the participants-to-be had cried off. Additionally it was straight, clothed, scripted wrestling, with a pay cheque at the end of it. I could hardly resist that, could I, even though it was for the next day.

I made the arrangements with my caller and duly turned up at the filming site at the appointed hour.

In all we were six wrestlers, who were soon all kitted out in shorts and white, close-fitting T-shirts, without bras underneath. After discussion it was decided to wrestle barefooted, rather than in an odd assortment of footwear. The lady who had rung me was directing affairs, and there were two female camera operators. Having assembled everyone, the idea was to film two fights each, so that there would be six matches that could be cut into one longish production.

Despite the fact that we were clothed, moves that opened up legs were to be sought out, so that the camera could dwell over our clothed nakedness! The director wanted to see breasts being touched, but didn't want them being squeezed. This apparent conundrum was solved when one of the wrestlers suggested that we amuse ourselves in rubbing our opponent's breasts through the T-shirt in provocative ways, that would look as if we were seeking to hurt the other. Everything is fake these days!

As the first fight progressed, this little game meant that the two wrestlers' nipples lengthened and hardened and, of course, poked through their T-shirts. The director was very pleased with this, though she was concerned that it might appear that the two were having sex and not wrestling if this became too evident during the fight. I was in the second fight and we were therefore asked to 'play' with each other's nipples before the fight, so that they were visible through the T-shirt from start to finish.

The fight was routine, taking it in turns to 'dominate' the other, giving the camera time to dwell on face-sits, or open (covered) crotches. I got the impression that if we managed a bit of wrestling as well it was something of a bonus. While going through the motions we had fun trying to maintain each other's erect nipples as discretely as possible.

The first three fights were filmed individually, but the director wanted the second round to be all at once. She produced a third camera which she would operate and we were matched up with our new opponents. The rules stayed the same, but she was hoping that the end result would show one fight, but with glimpses of the others in the background which she was hoping to edit in a way that created extra intrigue for the viewer.

If the fights were basically faked, the breast groping was for real, even though discrete. Maybe it was in trying to be subtle, but somehow the furtive molesting created a sexually-charged atmosphere which was palpable for everyone present. Very strange, as I have been in some far more explicit situations, which were far less sexually exciting. Even while concentrating on the moves that the director wished to capture on film, I could feel that everyone present (or at least the majority) were being turned on by events.

Almost as soon as the director announced that filming was over, one of the girls had begun openly sucking her adversaries nipples through her T-shirt. I didn't complain when the girl I had been wrestling with pushed her hands up inside my T-shirt and began playing with my orbs. I didn't complain as I was already doing the same to her, but through the material.

It was as if someone had spread a sex powder in the room. The six wrestlers, who had been physically stimulated during the wrestling had lost no time in seeking further pleasure. The three camera women stood, watching – I could almost say drooling. The girl who was fondling my breasts, told me to look at them.

Stopping our caresses we went up to one of the camera women each, and encouraged them to leave their cameras, and lower themselves to the floor. The one I had taken by the hand had long auburn hair, and was actually quite attractive. As soon as she realised that she was being invited to join in the action, her hands began to explore my body.

I undid the zip of her top, and began playing with her breasts through her T-shirt. I noticed that only the director was not involved, and that didn't last long as one of the other groups of wrestlers encouraged her to join them.

By the time my auburn-haired partner had stripped off my T-shirt, I had squeezed a hand under her bra, and was feeling her nipple harden against the palm of my hand. She encouraged me to remove the clothing impediment and we were quickly both topless, taking it in turn to kiss and suck each others nipples, interspersed by the occasional kiss.

She was a pretty girl, with gentle eyes, and nice little breasts topped by small but pointed nipples. I sucked avidly and she used her tongue to considerable effect, drawing forth little grunts of pleasure from my lips. After all my nipples had been stimulated on and off for quite some time by my two wrestling partners, and they were more than ready for the treatment they were now receiving.

Despite the level of excitement in the room, no-one seemed to be in too much of a hurry, and quick glimpses around me suggested that all breasts were bared, but only one couple seemed to have got any further.

After a particularly prolonged session on my breasts, my partner pushed aside my initial movement to return the favour and began easing down my shorts. We gave up mutual pleasuring for a couple of minutes while we removed each others clothes, which showed that she was indeed a real auburn-head, with lovely matching pubes, which she invited me to investigate with my fingers, while she did the same to me.

I won't pretend that I wasn't turned on and that my sex was dripping and open, a fact which her fingers quickly benefited from, seeking access into my inner recesses, which was certainly not refused. I, in turn, quickly found that watching what we had been doing through a camera was apparently just as exciting, as she was also wet and open.

Our fingers soon left their probing and we moved into a 69 position the better to get to really know each other.

I imagine that we could have passed a more than agreeable period licking each other out until we had each been sufficiently pleasured but someone, I don't know who, suggested that we should each get to know all the others. Rather reluctantly we pulled apart and joined in with forming a human daisy chain, with each girl accessing the sex of the girl in front.

As we were nine in all this did have the advantage that no-one was left out, and so over a period of time, we licked and sucked first one girl and then another. Various squeals of pleasure broke the sucking and slurping noises as the chain progressed, but no-one stopped for all that. No-one was timing, so I don't know how long it took before I had intimate knowledge between the legs of every woman present, even the director, and been licked and sucked in turn by everyone.

If there was a common odour present between every pair of legs, there were subtle variations in taste, smell and even texture, not to say in pubic hair, clit size and even in the dimensions and flexibility of the sex lips. It was quite an education in biology and also in technique for each woman had a different way of exploiting my most sensitive parts.

Finally I found myself once again with my auburn-haired partner and we pulled away from the others to take our exploration to a level that we couldn't in a daisy chain.

I suppose that not all sexual experiences provide the same level of satisfaction and pleasure, but what I enjoyed during the next few minutes took me to levels of sexual satisfaction that I had rarely known before and, as I found out later, I was also able to give my partner feelings that she appreciated to the utmost.

We kept together for quite some time, enjoying further waves of pleasure even after we had both orgasmed and, had we been alone, that would probably have been the end of our sexual pleasures. The group however showed no signs of wishing to call a halt and so we rejoined the main group who had ceased daisy-chain activity, but who were busy seeking to give and receive sexual pleasure from whoever was in touching distance.

By the time that exhaustion forced a halt everyone was well and truly shagged out, in the full sense of the expression. It had become almost painful to be touched in sensitive parts and everyone was matted with everyone else's sexual juices. What a sight we must have looked. Fortunately no-one else got to see it and we were able to pack up our things, get dressed and go our individual ways.

For anyone interested my auburn-haired partner and I had exchanged numbers and soon arranged to meet for a meal where she introduced me to her husband, but also her brother who, even though not auburn-haired, benefited from several of his sisters other endearing characteristics. We agreed to go out together soon after and it wasn't long before we began a sexual relationship which showed that both members of the family could induce extreme pleasure in my body, despite the different organs used.

It was a shame but my auburn-haired friend had no interest in wrestling, as I would dearly have loved seeking out sexy wrestling games to undertake with her. She did come to visit one evening with her brother however and I was able to have sex with both brother and sister in the course of a single hour.