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Wrestling Opponent
By Anonymous Author (address withheld)
***
This was a strange encounter which led to a number of
matches between us. I was at a convention in
Washington, D.C., running the booth in the exhibit hall
of the Hilton Hotel for my company, when this striking-
looking woman came over and leaned on the registration
desk in front of our display. She had a wide smile on
her oval face as she started to talk to me. (MF,
wrestling)
***
I liked her looks right away - tall, 5'10", 160 well-
distributed pounds on a 36D-23-37 body (I found out
later). Strong and sexy.
She signed our address card for materials to be mailed
to her, after which I invited her to sit beside me
while we talked about our products - and a lot of other
things. Since this was the third of a six-day
convention, I was surprised that anyone would stop to
chat so long. But after seeing her tight-fitting jeans
and bright, printed blouse with boots on her feet, I
became more interested in her body than in her as a
potential customer.
Since it was noon and traffic by the booth was slow, I
asked her if she wanted a hot dog and beer at the
concession stand at the end of the booth row. "Sure,"
she said, so we walked to get a bit to eat. I liked
watching her move, self-confident, almost a swagger, as
she swung her hips as she strode beside me.
Tough Tina was open and very friendly, and said she had
noticed me several times as she went down the row of
exhibits, but that I was always busy talking to other
folks until just now. I tried to return the compliment,
but really had not noticed her before, so I offered to
take her for a drink and dinner after show closed at 5
PM. She agreed - almost too eagerly, but I was
delighted!
Tough Tina leaned over and felt my upper arm, and said
I had strong muscles. Not to be outdone, I massaged her
thigh through the jeans material and commented on the
strength I felt there.
"That's 'cause I'm into sports," Tough Tina said.
"Oh, what kind?" I asked, thinking she would say
running or softball or the like.
"I like to wrestle," she responded, without a blink. My
cock got hard on the spot - I love wrestling women.
Maybe she would be my next opponent!
"You mean like girls, I suppose," I remember saying,
almost holding my breath for her answer. "Not men, of
course?"
"Yeah, girls and man," Tough Tina replied, dropping her
hand to my thigh - just short of my engorged dick.
"Maybe you and I could wrestle after dinner. Do you
wrestle?" she asked.
"I sure do. I'm always looking for women wrestlers," I
explained.
"Thought so, from the looks of you," Tough Tina replied
with a wink.
"I'm bigger than you," I said. "We are about the same
height, but I bet I outweigh you by thirty pounds. I'm
168 pounds and older too - I'm 40 years old," I
explained.
"You're just eight pounds more 'en me, and tonight is
my thirty-first birthday, so we are both well matched -
think ya can take this ol' lady down?"
"Happy Birthday, Tough Tina - I hope you can rassle as
well as you look. We must celebrate your birthday -
where is your husband?" I asked, holding my breath, now
that the challenge had been made and accepted.
"Gone. Divorced eight years - he couldn't wrestle worth
beans," this charming sexy woman said, as she leaned
over to blow in my ear!
"Keep that up and I'll pin you ass to the floor right
here and rape ya," I said.
"You won't rape me OR pin me - but if you can make me
'give' you can have me. How about that?" How about that
- now I wanted to wrestle Tough Tina for sure!
So it was agreed we would have a night out partying and
rasslin'!
We ate medium-rare steaks, washed down with wine and a
couple of screwdrivers at the DuPont, where Tough Tina
was staying. She was easy to talk to, and I enjoyed our
double-talk about fighting and screwing very much. We
sat close, and while we waited for the dessert cart, I
folded her into my arms for a deep throat kiss, which
made her struggle against me, tits melting into my
chest as I massaged her back down to her buns. We were
both hot to get it on after supper.
After paying the bill, we then went up to her room. She
had a suite. One room had a king-sized bed, a second
room chairs and a coffee table. We moved the furniture
until we had a space about 16' by 16' to fight. Sheets
and blankets were spread to save us from mat burns, and
of course we agreed that we couldn't use most flying
holds or such basic throws as overhead body slams.
We agreed to confine our moves mainly to the slams and
other easy throws for take-downs. But all holds were
legal on the mat, the harder and tougher the better she
liked it, Tough Tina said. That gave me clear rein to
work her over with my best mat holds. I thought.
Room service brought us drinks and snacks - "for
later," Tough Tina said, then she excused herself to go
change. I always wear spandex short trunks when I am on
the prowl for a woman wrestler, so it was simple for me
to drop my pants, coat, shirt, tie and then undershirt,
shoes and socks off, and I was ready to take this older
woman down. The age difference really made me excited
for some reason. She looked so damn strong and capable!
A woman who liked to rassle men! I felt lucky to have
found her, and I was in for a real fight!
Tough Tina came out dressed to do battle! I damn near
dropped my teeth! Her tits and ass were covered with a
two-piece suit in front, which became a wide strap in
back. She slowly turned for my pleasure, and I saw that
the suit came to a strap as it passed between her legs,
allowing her buttocks open range as it widened above
the firm, round globes, then parting to become straps
over her shoulders, which I wanted to maul so very
much, cutting away sharply to show most of her belly,
navel winking at me, an inner' "come and get me" and
ending in the small triangle covering her vagina. Her
brown pubic hair was stiff and stood out around the
suit bottom at her crotch, looking so sexy I wanted to
get into her first and then wrestle.
Tough Tina had several streaks of gay in her hair, but
the dark brown meant to me that she was far from being
over the hill in the age department. The softness of
the hair color seemed to make her all the more
desirable as a wrestling opponent. Her fingernails were
short; pink polish on finger and toenails lent an air
of charm and sophistication to the battle we were about
to begin. She was all woman, and a wrestler besides!
All I had to do was pin her!
It was her skin that really surprised me. I expected a
gal this old to have skin like dead parchment. Hers was
golden brown clear to the iron triangle of her muff -
she sun-bathed every day, she told me later, swam and
worked out at the gym to stay in shape. And wrestled
every chance she got to get on the mat.
But her tits were the fantastic showpiece. The bra was
a cover, not holder, for them, and they swayed back and
forth beautifully as Tough Tina moved. The were
POINTED, not drooping as one would expect; big, firm
melons ready to be fondled, sucked and worked over on
the mat or in bed. She was damp from a quick shower,
and I knew she would smell good all over - even if she
got my head between her legs in a crotch-smothering
scissors, a hold I love to be in.
"God, you're lovely," I exclaimed. "Are you sure you
wanna rassle?"
"What's the matter chicken-shit, scared I'll beat you
up?" Tough Tina smirked, as she moved toward me.
"I'm glad you came by the booth, Tough Tina," was all I
could think to say as I started to drool as she did a
small dance for me, increasing my hard-on. "But why ME
- how come you wanna rassle ME?" I questioned. "I'm
delighted, if you didn't know!"
"Ever since I was a small girl I loved to wrestle. I
was sent to a boarding school by my folks when I was
little - third grade, it was; then on to private
schools till I finished college, majoring in physical
education. I wrestled girls, but usually I beat them so
bad and so fast that they were seldom a challenge for
me.
I thought of being a professional wrestler, but the
idea of traveling every day or so, sleazy motels, and
'putting out' for agents didn't appeal to me. So I
teach PE at my college and look for MEN to wrestle. I
have lots of time off, all summer if I want, and lots
of week-vacations and conventions where I can do my
best out-of-town hunting. I love to make men submit to
my holds on the mat - you're gonna' do it too, lover
boy."
"Son-of-a-gun, that's what I do, too - look for women
to wrestle for the pure fun of getting a gal in an
inescapable hold, then throwing the meat to her," I
said. We laughed at then, then turned toward each other
ready for the first fall. No rules, just wrestle until
one or the other of us was forced to submit to some
painful submission hold. Tough Tina was really into
wrestling, I could tell.
"Don't worry if the top comes off - that will make
getting at my breasts easier for you, "Tough Tina
grinned as she advanced across the sheet-covered
carpet, hands outstretched, crouched sideways in a
standard wrestler's position.
"Oh, they will get uncovered - very soon, since I'm a
tit man as well as a rassler," I responded, leaping at
her and getting her in a hangman's noose from the rear.
I lifted her up off her feet and felt the woman
struggle as I tightened the hold, then dropped to my
knees, taking her over my head to land on her knees. I
shifted to her back then, both hands going for her
tits, shoving the covering off them and giving each one
a hard squeeze. Then as she fell forward on her belly,
I clamped on a full nelson. Tough Tina was in trouble
and knew it - "You DO know how to rassle, don't ya?"
she said through clenched teeth, as I tightened the
nelson around her neck.
"Yeah, better than you, bitch," I whispered in her ears
I tightened the hold. Then I made a mistake, two
actually. Telling her I was better at wrestling was a
dumb thing to say, because it made her pissed at me. I
tried to grapevine her legs for a quick combination
submission. I missed her legs - Tough Tina rolled me
off her back and punched my belly, making me lose the
nelson, as she powered her arms down, and suddenly she
was free!
The woman wrestler was on her knees facing me as I
moved into a like position. Then we really started to
wrestle each other; I punched her tits, she dropped
onto me, applying a reverse nelson. I shoved her off,
hitting her with a shoulder block, and got a side
headlock in return. On our feet I gave her a spinning
back kick, which she followed with a knee lift that
sent me crashing to the floor. I rolled up, taking
Tough Tina in an armdrag takedown, changing to a
crucifix and poured on the pressure. She gave me the
first fall, but it had been a rough one, lasting about
half an hour.
We had a beer and rested a few minutes. The "old lady"
surprised me with a snap mare, following me down to
clamp on a single Boston crab on my leg, and pulled
till I was sure she would snap my spine!
I twisted and kicked at her, making her drop my leg,
and I stood up. Mistake - Tough Tina was behind me, and
clamped on a sleeper hold, which took us both slowly to
the mat. Her arms were SO strong, I finally went out
from the hold, and she brought me around with the
traditional fist in the back. The fall went less than
five minutes!
Before we could rest, I grabbed her between the legs
with one hand and around the neck with the other and
tossed her to the floor with a solid body slam. One,
two, three times I dropped this fighting machine, then
dropped my elbow into her belly as I splashed her. She
tried for a crotch kick, which missed but landed on my
leg with painful force.
I went for a front headlock, held her by the head with
one arm, pulling her up over my outstretched knee,
second arm between her now-damp legs in a backbreaker.
My hard-on was back as I felt her body shake as I
fondled her groin while pulling down on her head,
knowing the agony she was feeling from the stretch of
her body over my knee. It felt good to have her
helpless, and I allowed my hand to wander between her
legs.
Tough Tina groaned from the solid hold and also from
something else - she was getting off on my fingering
her pussy!
She screamed then from the feelings I was giving her. I
pushed her off my knee onto her belly, jumped her body
applying a camel clutch to her chin and finished her
with a double leg grapevine, stretching her as far as I
could while she moaned and finally grunted out, "I
give, bastard!" as I worked the holds.
We rested, had a bite to eat and more booze than I care
to remember.
Still Tough Tina wanted to rassle - and I just couldn't
say no!
I didn't want to ruin her image of herself as a female
wrestler, but I was determined to punch her card for
her at least.
We agreed to start in the referee's position the next
fall. Tough Tina was on top, and when she said "go" she
took me in a solid hammerlock, forcing me flat, then
changing to an arm bar, then a brag as she wiggled me
into a solid head scissors. I clamped a hand on one big
tit, hoping to hurt her, but she seemed to enjoy my
hold and increased the power of her scissors until I
thought my head would crack.
This was turning into a war between two very capable
wrestlers. I punched her a couple of times and escaped
her hold. Then I rolled over behind Tough Tina,
catching her left arm and right leg and pulling them
back in a well-executed bow and arrow, with my boot in
the small of her back, just above her lovely ass as
leverage. I poured on the pain, and Tough Tina had
tears in her eyes before she submitted to me.
Not satisfied, I dumped her on the floor as she started
to stand, jumped her back as she began to roll, and
applied a diamond drill-twist to her sore neck. I kept
up the pain of the twist as I grabbed her arm, forcing
it behind her back in a hammerlock. Up, up, up higher I
pushed it until I was afraid I would damage her
shoulder. Then I dropped the twist and pulled her other
arm behind her, taking both in a surfboard.
I stood then with one foot in the small of her back -
about where I had it when she gave from the bow and
arrow, and pulled until she submitted again. Submit,
shit, she screamed and begged to be released! I was
sorry she submitted, her jugs were about to split out
of the top she almost was still wearing!
It had been a hand-to-hand duel between two experienced
wrestlers, a go-to-the-mat death struggle with plenty
of suffering and not a little grab-ass on my part as
well as Tough Tina's.
We agreed to quit then, shower and well... we spent the
night together. With not much sleeping until the wee
hours of the morning.
***
I had booth duty at 11 AM that morning, so we awakened,
wrestled some more, then had breakfast in the room.
This schedule continued for three glorious days. We
fought some 20 falls, I won 12, Tough Tina took me in
eight. I discovered she had an effective cradle which
made me submit when she could roll me up in it. Also
she was expert with the Indian death lock, or figure-
four leg strangle. She was fast, strong and hard-
wrestling on the mat and a joy for me. My first "older
woman" was indeed a champion wrestler!
One day I asked her how, aside from early childhood,
she loved to wrestle and be wrestled. Tough Tina said
she liked the close physical feeling, the sensation of
taking a man down and making him "give" to her. She
also liked being pinned by a man, which I expect was
the honest reason she was such a willing woman
wrestler.
I correspond with her on occasion, and she says she is
older, but still a good wrestler. I hope to find out on
a trip sometime soon! Tough Tina made a believer out of
me - older is indeed better when it comes to women who
wrestle men, at least for me!
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