Delta Vs Beta

For over a decade the guys in Delta House had made their pledge class challenge the freshmen girls of Beta sorority in some sort of competitive activity on the Saturday night before Thanksgiving break. Sometimes it was a basketball or volleyball game where the freshmen would battle each other clad only in jocks and thongs. Occasionally it was a strip poker tournament or some other contest of prowess and skill. The losing team would have to thoroughly clean the house of the winners as well as contribute $500 to a local charity.

Nobody remembers which upperclassman came up with the idea first, but in a beer-fueled late night bull session, some genius suggested challenging the Beta girls to a wrestling tournament.

John Baker, the social committee chair at Delta, e-mailed his opposite number at Beta, and for a few days received no response. Just when he thought that the sorority had rejected the idea of a wrestling match out of hand, he got a text message from Mary Welles, the Beta vice president, asking for a face to face meeting. To John's happy surprise, Mary agreed to have a tournament, but insisted on a strict set of rules which would level the playing field.

The matches were to be decided by sex-pin which the leaders of Beta thought would give their freshmen girls a fighting chance, if not a positive advantage. A search of the internet led the planning committee to the Valkyrie site where rules for sex-pin wrestling described a contest that seemed likely to negate a result based on male strength alone.

With slightly more than a month to prepare, it was decided to hold the tournament in the 20'x20' Beta House party room on mats that the Deltas would "borrow" for the evening from the college gym. There would be 5 matches with opponents competing in weight classes which allowed the girls to have up to a 10 pound advantage as a form of handicap. One of the Beta juniors had wrestled against guys as a member of her high school varsity team, and a sophomore was dating a guy who had also wrestled in high school. These two "coaches" began a series of practices and wrestle-offs to determine which of the 23 freshmen girls would be entrusted with the defense of the honor of Beta House.

The day of the tournament finally arrived, and the Beta "arena" was packed with members of both houses.

The first match was announced with Delta being represented by Bruce O'Heir, the smallest guy in the house, standing only 5'4" and weighing in at 123 pounds. His opponent was Liz White, a compact 5'3" and 122 pounds.

The Ref was an attractive Beta senior who reviewed the rules, then signaled the beginning of the match.

Bruce, wearing only a jockstrap, stepped onto the mat and nervously circled his thong-clad opponent looking for an opening to exploit. He was not sure whether he was lucky or not to have been chosen. His wrestling experience was limited to informal tussles, but despite the butterflies in the pit of his stomach, how hard would it be to pin a girl?

Liz who had grown up scrapping with 2 younger brothers had a firm, athletic body with perky breasts, a sleek belly and muscular buttocks and thighs. She leaned in toward Bruce, just as she had been taught, making sure to keep her legs out of range.

For a long second, Bruce stared at her breasts, then snapping out of his trance, lunged at her knees. Liz was ready, and instantly hugged him around the chest, dropped her weight directly onto his back, and sprawled like she had done time after time in practice.

To her surprise, Bruce collapsed under her, and she quickly consolidated her advantage by moving behind him, keeping her weight on his back while wrapping her right arm around his waist and gripping his left arm with hers. It felt strange to have her breasts rubbing against his back, and the combination of his smooth skin pressing against her nipples, and her excitement at physically controlling a struggling boy sent a sharp sudden spasm of lust through her lower belly.

Bruce tried to stand, but Liz shifted her hips to throw him off balance and entwined her leg around his to keep him on his hands and knees.

The noise level was confusing, and Bruce was only dimly aware of a female voice shouting instructions to his opponent. Liz too could barely make out her coach's command, "Cup Him!" Changing position, she reached down and snaked her right arm between his legs, shifted the flimsy defense of his jock to one side, then firmly but gently took his balls into the palm of her hand. They felt warm and full.

Bruce's response was immediate and electric - his spine stiffened, then involuntarily arched, his legs opened slightly and he remained completely still except for his trembling belly muscles. He had a full erection, and Liz began alternating her massage of his balls with tentative caresses along the length of his engorged shaft. Bruce, his blood pounding in his ears, was paralyzed. He knew he had to do something NOW, but that girl's hands felt so good...

Liz's coach was shouting additional instructions - something about "sinking the half". Liz, elated that she was winning, continued to exploit her advantage. After partially disabling Bruce by giving his penis half a dozen languid sensuous strokes, she released her sex hold and, before he could recover, quickly shifted position until she was at a 90 degree angle to her opponent. Then, to secure the half nelson, Liz slid her left arm around his until her palm was putting pressure on the back of Bruce's neck. Using all of her lower body strength, Liz drove into Bruce's left flank - hips and thighs churning, her toes digging into the mat.

His resistance quickly collapsed, and almost immediately she had rolled him over onto his back. Without waiting to be told, Liz instinctively went for the pin, moving to put her body on top of his.

Bruce became aware of his danger, and began to struggle, attempting to escape, or to at least t get off his back. The sudden expectant silence of the crowd drove home the awful fact that Liz was extremely close to having him pinned. As he bucked and squirmed, Liz was facing his feet and slowly inching her way down his body to place more of her weight onto his heaving chest. Bruce could feel her pert nipples gliding over his, then the sleek curve of her belly as the combination of her strength and body weight continued to take its toll. As she wrapped her arms around his waist, Bruce dug in his heels and bridged violently in a last-ditch effort to avoid the pin.

Liz was staring directly at his full erection which was bobbing comically from side to side as he struggled to keep her from finishing him off. She was tempted to take him orally - it was right under her nose, but she could feel him weaken, and decided that Bruce would not be able to put up enough of a fight to be rewarded with a fellatio pin.

Keeping her left arm wrapped around his waist, she reached down with her right to apply a final sex hold. Gently caressing the smooth engorged shaft of her struggling opponent - alternating long and short strokes - varying her speed - first slow, now fast. Expertly milking him.

Bruce's body trembled, his hips gave one last thrust and his bridge collapsed as his shoulders simultaneously made full contact with the mat.

Liz spread her legs to improve her balance, and Bruce slid his hands down her flanks, and placing his palm flat against the vulnerable curve of her belly moved her thong to one side and reflexively began to grope her.

Feeling her opponent struggle in her grasp, and knowing she had him virtually pinned excited Liz. The nub of her clit was slick and swollen, her lips wet with excitement, but Bruce's defensive move had come too late to do anything but delay the inevitable. She gave a gasp of pleasure and momentarily slowed her attack, but Liz had him on the ropes and continued to press her advantage.

As she milked him, Bruce entered that stage of erotic helplessness where some form of random physical activity appears as an outward sign of sexual surrender. He abandoned his attack and began gently slapping Liz's hips and ass in rhythm to her strokes, then involuntarily thrust his legs in the air - like he was slowly riding a bicycle.

Liz slid further down Bruce's body, then sat up straddling his chest and pinning his arms by placing her shins on his biceps.. She grasped one of Bruce's ankles, gripped the waistband of his jock (which had long ago stopped providing any protection), and leaning back worked it down Bruce's hips, stripping him completely.

She tossed the trophy over toward her coach who grabbed it and pretended to inhale it's aroma of freshly pinned boy.

As Liz continued to masturbate her opponent, the referee knelt down beside him and softly, slowly began to whisper in his ear. One....two....three....four..... Before she reached ten, Bruce came so strongly his spunk shot a full foot into the air.

The Beta Girls had their first victory!