Mixed Wrestling Alternate Ending
There's nothing more exciting to me than two oiled bodies struggling against each other for sexual dominance. Well, maybe three oiled bodies.
I have a friend, Debbie, a co-worker from the same company but she works in a different office. The moment we met there was a sexual attraction but Debbie was cautious to avoid any office backlash. We met away from our jobs and had a great first discussion. There was no denying the sexual tension between us but it wasn't based on love it was based on competition. Sounds odd but it was exciting. During our second meeting, we agreed on the proper approach to our common lust. We would wrestle each other and the winner would take all.
At first it doesn't seem fair that a 6-foot-tall, 185-pound man would fight against a 5'5", 125-pound woman, so we made some adjustments. She would only pin me for 3 seconds and I her for 6 seconds. Debbie had to pin me only twice to win the match where I had to pin her four times to win. It was easy to agree that hair pulling, hitting or scratching would not be allowed. The other fact to consider is Debbie was very strong and had her legs could rival any python in the area. Luckily for me wrestler could only win by pinning or immobilizing their opponent. Submissions were not allowed.
Debbie had taken advantage of the real estate collapse and owned a large house with several rooms and enough yard to provide privacy. Some extra rugs and a large piece of clear visqueen would be our ring.
For wrestling attire, we agreed upon a one-piece sheer leotard for Debbie and white underwear trunks for me. Once oiled both garments became clingy and see through. This also allowed for our entire bodies to remain slippery which kept things fun and lowered the chance of injury.
Our three initial matches were very similar in length and conclusion. Debbie would wait and allow me to attack which would end up badly for her. Only once did she trap me with her powerful legs but I quickly reminded her she could control me but not force a submission. While trapped in her grip she took the opportunity to fondle my oil covered dick in attempt to distract me. The pins ranged from me laying on top keeping her spread eagle and helpless all the way to spladles and small packages. The latter two are combinations of hooking up arms and legs so Debbie couldn't escape. The matches would end with us exhausted and ready to fuck in a moment. The sex itself was amazing. After rubbing around for 30 plus minutes we couldn't help but jump straight into hardcore raw lust.
Now Debbie had a close friend with whom she confided everything. Diann was the exact opposite of Debbie in the looks and the attitude department. Diann was 5'11", blonde, long legs and a real head turner. Her figure was almost disproportionate with her augmented boobs and narrow hips but no one complained. The problem was she knew was beautiful and could easily be labeled a bitch. When Debbie told her about our matches Diann was intrigued but indignant. Diann claimed she could defeat me and there was no way she would give in to sexual desire like Debbie. Once Debbie relayed their conversation I immediately took interest. Diann did not want the benefit of a shorter count or fewer pins which was fine by me. I was looking forward to this match. The one thing Diann didn't count on was Debbie forwarding some candid information to me prior to the match. Apparently, Diann was cursed, or blessed, with extremely sensitive nipples. She had told Debbie she often wore adhesive patches on dates so during a make out session the man couldn't get the upper hand by exciting her sensitive tips. This information would come in handy. Debbie also told me that Diann hadn't had a date or sex in quite a while. She then mumbled something about Diann not finding a worthy man.
On the evening of our match I was greeted by Debbie with a serious look on her face. She complained that Diann was not going by our rules and this upset Debbie. I told her it was fine and I would like to proceed anyway. When I walked into the room where the mats were laid out I caught a sight that stopped my heart. Diann was not wearing a leotard but a white string bikini and was easily standing flat footed and had her hands down to the floor. The whit bikini was the type we men dream about. It was made of flimsy material and if the wind blew hard enough you swear the ties would unknot themselves. The only noticeable drawback was some obvious padding beneath each bra cup.
Mentally, I exclaimed "strike three". One, Diann was very flexible which meant she could be twisted and bent without injury. Two, she hadn't been fucked in months. Three, her nipples were so sensitive she often wore additional padding to protect them.
When she turned to look back at me she had the "I caught you" look on her face. I tried not to show my observations to Diann.
She stuck out her hand and stated "Don't let a tiny wardrobe change spoil the mood".
"Not a problem" was my quick reply.
Diann followed up with an announcement she didn't want to use any baby oil either. Debbie puffed and started to say something but I raised my hand to silence her.
"Not a problem either".
I stripped to my usual white trunk underwear and did not hide the fact that I was already half erect.
We squared off in the center of the mat and immediately I had to take a different approach than I did with Debbie. Diann took a more offensive approach. She closed the distance between us and grabbed for a headlock. To counter, I lunged for a leg but she dodged to the side and grabbed my extended arm. Almost too easily she pulled that arm downward and had me on the ground on my left side with her behind me. She released my arm and slid her long legs around both sides of my neck. Wow, did she have strong legs! I immediately felt the pressure on the sides of my neck and knew I was in trouble. Debbie yelled out there were no submissions just pins in this match.
