Atlanta: My Introduction to Mixed Wrestling
By: College Grad Sam

I had graduated from college and was trying to figure things out -- and earn some money. I had moved to Atlanta to start an entry level job. I barely had enough for a studio apartment but had moved into a nice apartment building. I had met several women -- not hard when you have a nice body and bright smile -- but nothing serious had developed yet.
One night I was heading down in the elevator to go work out when a woman I had seen several times entered the elevator. She was a cute redhead but had me by a good 20 years and she looked a little glum. We traveled to the lobby in silence.
As we headed our separate ways, she called to me. "Hi, I'm Rachel." I introduced myself. "I have an odd question," she said very quietly, "do you wrestle?" Surprised, I answered, "not since junior high school. Why?" She proceeded to explain -- in a whisper - that she was divorced, tight for money, was a former body builder -- yes, she looked very fit even fully clothed -- and had met a group that staged wrestling tournaments for women. She said that she had recently participated in one and done pretty well -- won some prize money -- and had been invited to wrestle a guy in front of the women-only audience. The money they had offered was very appealing so she had agreed but had just found out that her opponent had cancelled. She really could use the money so she was bummed. Seeing me, she thought I might fill in. She thought she could get me $500 to participate so I agreed as I too needed the money and had no plans for that night -- and yes, I did find her quite attractive.
One night later, I was in her car driving out to the suburbs. She was wearing a sleeveless top so I clearly saw her toned arms. She explained that the rules were submissions only, most falls in an hour would win, she'd be wearing a bikini and I bathing trunks. "Winner gets a bonus, so I'm going to fight hard," she announced. Given our age difference and my size advantage, I liked this idea of getting paid even more.
We arrived at a VERY big house where I was escorted to a changing room where a speedo was laid out -- clearly my attire for the evening. I had just changed when Rachel knocked and entered. She looked me up and down, and announced, "The ladies will like you!" I started getting hard, which she clearly noticed. "I'm off to flex for the ladies, See you soon." She clearly was not showing me her body or attire just yet.
About 10 minutes later, I was escorted down a long hall. We entered a large room with mats laid out. Rachel was putting on a flexing exhibition to the 20 or so women in attendance, her back was to me. The well-dressed women were all entranced with her as none looked up when I entered. Clearly, she had them all very excited. I could only imagine what the women were seeing as Rachel's back looked phenomenal -- muscular but still feminine. Finally, Rachel turned to me. My jaw dropped, man was she sexy -- she was wearing a red sling that covered virtually nothing up top -- her small perky tits were on display and elongated nipples poked through the thin material and the tiny patch below barely covered anything. I knew she had a good body, but not like this! The red sling accentuated her curly red hair. "I see that you like what you see, Big Boy. Can you wrestle with that at full attention?" I blushed as she stared at my fully erect member which was on display under the small speedo. "Why don't you give these fine ladies a show of what you got while I go change into my wrassling attire?" I noticed her deep southern drawl.
I had no idea what to do but hit a biceps pose, and turned around a few times. the women laughed but all in good fun.
Soon enough, Rachel reappeared. Again, my jaw dropped as she wore a minuscule white bikini. She swaggered right up to me and hit a biceps pose: "Feel these guns -- enjoy them now because soon they'll make you cry." I could not believe their size or hardness. "Feel these legs ... you'll be tapping to them soon enough." I was enthralled and again rock hard. As I felt her legs, I also noticed a VERY visible camel toe. Somehow I was sure that was not an accident on Rachel's part. For the first time, I started to think that I might not come out the winner of this match. Clearly, she was not intimidated by my size advantage and she had a confident attitude.
One of the women stepped forth. A gorgeous, busty brunette who was showing considerable cleavage. "Without further ado, we have a mixed wrestling match." She came close to me. "I'm Nancy, the host for the evening. Our first fighter is Sam who is 22 and 5'!1, 180." Some ladies clapped. "And you all remember Rachel, who is undefeated in the three tournaments she's fought for us." I felt snookered -- undefeated in three is very different than doing "pretty well" in one. "She is 44 and 5'3", 140. So we have "son" vs. "mother", or should I say "cougar", match. I'm betting on "mother." Rules are simple, most falls after a full hour of wrestling wins." She walked over to Rachel and gave her a deep soulful kiss. I was here to wrestle but I was also SOO attracted to this woman who was twice my age!
"To even things out, Rachel has agreed to give Max a prize for each fall he wins. IF he wins any" I had no idea what this meant.
"Fight."
We circled cautiously. I tried to use my height advantage to catch her head a few times but she ducked away each time. Suddenly, she came in fast and low and next thing I knew we were down on the mats. We each secured headlocks but she was on top. After some jockeying, I lost my headlock but fought hard to keep her from synching hers in too tight. A quick shift of her hips and she now trapped my left arm between her legs and secured the headlock. I could not believe the power she exerted from her arms -- my head felt like it was going to burst. She had not been kidding when she talked about her "guns." She powered the hold, relaxed for a few seconds and powered it again. I was in agony. In her melodious southern twang, I heard her say, "You don't look like you are enjoying having your face up against my breast and your hand against my crotch. I'm insulted. Do you not like me or don't you like girls?" I was still erect but fought desperately to power out or buck out. No use. Her power was unreal. I bucked again but that only brought forth more power from her headlock. But now I saw that her long nipple had escaped its scanty covering.
I was getting lightheaded and was about to tap when I heard the southern twang again, "Suck that nipple and I'll let you go this time, Big Boy." Figuring that would be a win - win (easing pain and getting pleasure), I did so with gusto. What a hard and long nipple! After a minute or so, I felt her rub her hand against my rock hard cock, " I see the Big Boy has a Big Boy," she twanged.
She rose and let me rise as well. "You're lucky you suck tit so well. Still 0 - 0." To my chagrin, she slowly adjusted her top, but with the sweat she had worked up, her white bikini was virtually translucent. Her aerola and nipples were VERY evident.
Again we circled. This time I took the initiative and took her down. I was on top and largely in control but she defended well. Soon her top was off kilter and the view of her exposed breasts led to further excitement down below for me. She was able to secure a headlock from the bottom that was painful but bearable. I finally escaped that, only to be trapped by her legs around my head -- some combination of scissors and triangle. The pain was severe and I rose to my knees to try and escape. As I fought to pull out of the hold, I noticed that her thong has slipped fully off and I caught sight of her exposed pusy. The momentary hesitation as I stared was all she needed to secure the triangle and I was quickly tapping.
The southern charmer released the pressure but kept her legs in place. As I looked at her, I saw her exposed lower assets and uncovered tits, and she was also flexing her biceps. Oh, and a radiant smile. I did not know where to look -- or not look. She kept me there for a minute or so, then a bit longer as she covered herself up very, very slowly.
We rose and toweled off. Nancy announced, "First fall to Rachel at the 22 minute mark. Fight on."
Again we circled. This time we jousted on our feet for quite a while. We hit the mat and her top again slid off but this time I was determined not to stare. We rolled and rolled and eventually I trapped her in a body scissors. I powered the hold and smiled inwardly as her chest heaved, her nipples rose and fell, and best of all her face was contorted in pain. My legs were about to cramp when I felt her tap and spit out, "I give." Yes, I thought. Even at 1 fall each, We both lay on the mat, sucking in badly needed air.
Rachel rose first and walked over, untied her top and dropped it on my chest. "Nice fall, Big Boy. You earned a prize." I caught a quick glimpse of this now topless muscular beauty before she turned her back and walked over to the women and performed a topless posing routine. The women were clearly loving it. One came up and was kissing her bicep. Nancy rose and sucked Rachel's breast.
"Second fall to Max at the 35 minute mark. Fight on." A topless Rachel disengaged from her female admirers. Her previously hard and elongated nips, where dramatically more so -- Rachel was clearly enjoying all the attention she was receiving. As I stared at her muscular yet feminine body, she quickly attacked, going low. She skillfully attacked from the top position, forcing me to defend. Our sweat covered bodies came to my rescue several times as I was able to slip out of compromising holds. But eventually she caught me in a cradle, her left breast up against my face. The pain of the hold was unbearable. But Rachel relieved the pressure and started moving her hard nipple across my face. I was both humiliated and entranced. This time it was not sweet by a southern growl, "You touch or suck my girls, you're dead." She clinched the cradle, once again inflicting pain even as her nipple was on my lips. I dared not move my lips and instead tapped furiously.
We toweled off briefly when I heard. "Third fall to Rachel at the 42 minute mark. Fight on." The topless fighter again attacked. Seemingly instantly I was on my back. I fought to keep her fearsome headlock at bay when she shifted quickly and assumed a reverse school girl pin. She had my arms trapped so I was virtually helpless. I looked up at her broad back and was struck by its beauty and strength. She then flexed for the audience. I was at first mesmerized by her definition and the humiliated by her showing off, as her ass was inches from my face. Determined not to give, I bridged furiously. I almost dislodged her but she was able to resume her dominant position. Again she flexed, and again I bridged. Again she flexed and this time when I bridged she sent a massive fist flying into the center of my gut. I was mesmerized by the sight of her back muscles working as she threw the punch but in agony from the impact. Three more punches pummeled my abs, each bringing untold pain. I quickly screamed my submission. "Kiss my ass if you want to quit." I remained motionless, wanting to avoid this humiliation. She raised her fist, waited a minute for me to respond and then hammered it home. I quickly puckered my lips and kissed.
Rachel shimmied her ass on my face and then leaned over and slid her hand into my speedos. What had been fully erect and hard now became rock hard. "You fight hard but you stay even harder. You must really like muscle girls." I was both in love and humiliated.
Before I knew it, I heard, "Fourth fall to Rachel at the 47 minute mark. 3-1 for the mom. Fight on." I could barely stand but Rachel looked fresh, with a sheen of sweat. "Got anything left Big Boy? I see one part of you is still hard, but the rest of you looks pretty soft." I was pissed. I charged and for once got inside the amazon's defenses. I secured a headlock and twisted hard. We fell hard, but fortunately for me, Rachel was underneath and I crashed into her. I kept the headlock as one of her arms was trapped underneath her. Rachel moaned in pain -- I was not sure if from the headlock or the awkward manner in which her arm was bent. I powered the hold, eliciting more moans. "Get her Sam! Get your next prize!" I heard Nancy's distinctive voice. I powered the headlock and looked down at her pretty face, now a mask of pain. But clearly, the southern bodybuilder did not want to give. I kept powering the headlock and got more moans but no tap. I started wondering what the next prize was that she was suffering so. I gave her head another yank, which twisted her body and pressured her trapped arm. She screamed, "I give. I give."
I quickly released the hold and she lay back. Slowly, slowly, she shimmied out of her small panties. What a sight -- she was a muscular, feminine redheaded beauty!!! She stood and walked over to were I was still sitting. She held her panties and flexed for me. Wow! Then she went over to the women, gave her panties to Nancy, and flexed for the women.
"3-2. Now we really have a fight on our hands." Rachel turned back to face me. "Man, you sure can keep a hard on. You must REALLY like muscle girls. Now you see all of my muscles. Think you can take me?" She came forward quickly, not at all abashed by her lack of clothing. She secured a headlock and judo tossed me to the ground. From top control she brutally twisted my arms, causing me untold pain. After showing her superior fighting skills, the grabbed by wrists and held my arms far above my head. "Where you going now, Big Boy?" I heard her southern twang. "Not doing much besides staring at my tits, are you? You look so pathetic. Here, have some fun." With that, she brought both my hands up to her breasts. I loved the feel of her small breasts and her long, hard nipples. She kept my hands there for a minute before shimming up so her bare pelvis was against my chin. She hit a biceps pose that got some hoots from the audience. She then lifted my head to slip her leg under my head. She secured the figure four that had me screaming my submission within a second or two. "Like what you see, Big Boy? Don't you want to stay here and stare?" She powered the hold one more time and very slowly disentangled, smiling all the time. She helped me up and then squeezed my speedo, feeling my hardness.
Rachel, wearing not a stitch of clothing, paraded around the mats. Clearly a lady at ease with displaying her body -- and what a muscular yet incredibly sexy -- for all to see.
"4-2. 55 minutes gone. 5 to go. Fight on." I was barely on my feet when Rachel came up to me. She hit a muscle pose and twanged, "So do you want these arms to destroy you .... or should my legs get you to beg?" I was speechless -- this beauty clearly knew she had wrestled me to defeat. After rubbing her hands down her sides, she quickly spun behind me and threw me down to the mats. I fought and fought but the naked beauty always seemed a step in front of me. Finally, with both of us seated, she clinched in a rear choke and pulled me back to her. She then added a body scissors. She had me and knew it. "I LOVE this hold," she twanged into my ear. "I can choke you," she applied enough pressure to make me fearful. "Or I can squeeze you," and she powered her scissors, squeezing my aching abs. "Or I can give you some pleasure," and she alternately tweaked my nipple or brought her feet up to my speedo and rubbed; I was in pain but also on the verge of an explosion. "Which do you want, Big Boy?" she whispered seductively in my ear. When I didn't answer, she transitioned smoothly to a full nelson and reapplied the body scissors. As she powered both holds, I felt pain that I had never felt before and I screamed loudly. "Choke him out and make him cum," one woman yelled. My opponent didn't seem to listen as she powered both holds again, inflicting tremendous pain. But then she again transitioned to a rear choke and moved her feet into contact with my speedo. I got lightheaded and knew where this was headed; I yelled, "I give, I give, please stop."
Rachel let go and stood over me, stunning in her power and beauty, all her muscles and feminine attributes on full display. She brought her foot into contact with my speedo once again. I was not sure if pain or pleasure was forthcoming. Smiling broadly, she twanged, "I think I deserve a prize" as she rubbed her toes against my speedo. I quickly gave her my trunks and rose to my feet, naked and fully erect.
Nancy came out of the audience and declared Rachel the winner.
Rachel again flexed for her admiring -- and now visibly excited -- fans. She walked behind me and whispered for me to flex. As I did so, she reached around me and grabbed my manhood. I few strokes from her talented hand quickly brought me again to the verge. I oozed a bit, which she clearly felt. Seductively she whispered in my ear, "I'd love to finish what I've started, but I think Nancy has plans for you, Big Boy."
While disappointed in the short term, thoughts of busty Nancy kept me rigid.
The rest of the evening will remain untold but as Nancy worked her own magic, I occasionally wondered when I'd see Rachel next.