THE NAKED
WRESTLERETTES
By Anonymous
As the blonde wrestlerette groggily got up again, the negro
wrapped her arms fiercely around the white girl and lifted
her up off the floor, squeezing with all the power of her
muscular darkskinned body.
By now the spectators were shouting, urging on the nearly
naked combatants.
As the negro lifted and squeezed her weaker adversary, the
blonde’s face began to flush as the air was choked off by
the bearhug she was in. In despair she beat her fists at the
coloured girl, but she had not much power left. And then the
negro let go of the other wrestlerette. The blonde sagged
and was blasted with a hard low right below the navel,
followed by a vicious kick to the scantily covered crotch.
I felt Kim’s hand grasping my left wrist and I felt Joanna’s
hand grasping my right wrist. The eyes of my companions were
shining. The rigid nipples of their breasts were jutting
beneath the thin blouses the women were wearing.
Moaning with pain the white girl was on her knees, holding
her hurt pussy with both hands. The negro was on her
instantly. Gripping the blonde by her pointed breasts, she
pulled the panting girl to her feet, twisting those pretty
tits recklessly. Before the blonde was able to retaliate,
the negro had her in a skillfully applied full nelson. Her
dark face showing no emotion, the black beauty applied
pressure, hurting the white girl terribly and slowly forcing
all remaining fighting power out of her. Her sinewy, long
legs spread wide, the young blonde did her best to withstand
the pitiless hold, but after a few minutes her legs trembled
and she went down. She was on her knees again, bent forward
and with her tormentor on her back – black body on white
body.
The spectators cheered both fighters, urging on the white
girl not to give in, encouraging the coloured wrestlerette
to continue hurting her victim.
The superior negro didn’t let up her attack. Ruthlessly she
put all her strength in the hold she had on the panting girl
beneath her, pressing her little face flat onto the dusty
mat. She held her like this for seemingly endless minutes,
and when she was sure that there was no resistance left in
her opponent’s body, she turned the hapless girl onto her
back and straddled her.
With each hand the dark wrestlerette grasped one of her
victim’s nude, stiff tipped breasts. Her own breasts swollen
with excitement, the negro squeezed and twisted and pulled
the conquered girl’s nipples and dug them.
Fascinated we watched the barbarous spectacle. “Oh God,
isn’t that wonderful,” Joanna murmured at my side. I held
her in my arm, squeezing her ripe breasts which were hard
with desire, the stiff nipples jutting at least an inch.
At my other side, Kim, her skirt far above her knees, sat
with her long, nude legs spread wide apart. Her hand came
over and grasped me. With my free hand I gripped one of her
small pointed tits and pressed it.
The black fighter stood up. The white girl lay on her back
and didn’t stir.
The black girl with a swift movement skinned down her bikini
panties. With the exception of her boxer’s boots she was
stark naked. She was completely hairless. Legs spread, she
stood in triumph over the defeated white girl, but she was
not yet finished with her. She squatted astride the
conquered wrestlerette, hovering fr tantalizing moments over
the flushed face underneath her, then mashing down her
crotch on the white girl’s mouth. In a perfect face straddle
the negro mashed and ground over the other girl’s mouth.
Spreading her long, muscular legs wider apart she rotated
her pelvis on the humiliated girl’s face, buttocks
clenching. Her nude body shivered as she sat astride on her
victim’s buried face, smothering her into complete and
ultimate defeat.
The black girl stayed on her white prey for a quarter of an
hour. Finally she got up and struck a pose, proudly showing
us her athletic naked body.
Her white adversary didn’t move anymore.
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Smoothly the
black Mercedes rolled homeward. Kim sat silently at my side.
The stiff tips of her excited small breasts stretched the
thin material of her blouse.
Kim, 35 years of age, housewife and mother of a handsome son
of 12, she still had all the beauty of youth, combined with
all of the experience of a woman of her age. That was one of
the good things about her. One more was the fact that her
husband spent 10 months a year in the Orient on an
assignment for his company. The third real nice thing was
her being my next door neighbor.
In the rear view mirror I saw Joanna’s red Alfa Romeo
following us. Joanna, my beautiful cousin. The first time
the two of us had made love I was 26. Now she was married to
a doctor who spent most of his time in his hospital (and his
nurses). Being a nymphomaniac she was always on the lookout
for male as well as female prey.
Leaning back against her seat Kim spread her legs and her
skirt slipped upward, revealing most of her long slender
thighs.
“I’ve asked Joanna to come with us because I want you girls
to fight,” I said. “How about it?”
“You mean like those girls we just watched?”
“Yes. The two of you, nude and no holds barred. I’ve always
wanted to see you sexwrestle with Joanna, nude and dirty and
to the finish – to see who is the better woman. I’ll be the
referee.”
Kim’s voice was hoarse when she answered. “I’ll do it. But
what about Joanna?”
“Don’t worry. She’ll do it, too.”
“Good, oh my God, that’s good… we’ll do it really dirty and
nude and long… let’s hurry, let’s go to your place where I
can fight it out with that blonde, horny beauty and hurt the
womanhood between her legs and crush her dry!”
“That’s it,” I said, “Each of you tried to destroy her
rival. The fight goes on until either Joanna or you are
totally conquered.”
I stepped on the gas.
We arrived. I got out of my car and went over to Joanna’s
Alfa. Helping her out, I told her that Kim was challenging
her to a nude, no holds barred fight.
“Is that so?” asked Joanna.
Kim nodded. “Yes, and I hope you don’t chicken out!”
They stood closely, the tips of their breasts almost
touching. “You bet I won’t. I accept your challenge. Let’s
just go in and do it.”
Quickly we moved the furniture aside, clearing an arena of
about 15x15 feet.
“Okay,” I said, “Here’s what you are going to do. First you
cut your fingernails, both of you. It’s in the interest of
both of you.” They sacrificed their claws.
“Now the rules. You fight barefoot and stark nude. Since
this is a sexfight all holds are allowed, especially on ass
and tits. It is agreed upon that you don’t have any grudge
against each other and that you wrestle just to see who is
the better woman. There will be no pause, you’ll fight
without interruption to the finish.”
The combatants nodded their agreement.
“Good. Now, since Kim is the challenger, it’s only fair if
she undresses first and allows Joanna to inspect her. Then
it’s Joanna’s turn to strip and exhibit herself. After that
the fight is to start.”
Without hesitating Kim got rid of her clothes. She was naked
within seconds. Her long, slender legs spread, she stood in
the center of the room provokingly, hands on hips. The tips
of her small, hard breasts jutted in expectation. Her firm,
round buttocks clenched, my lovely neighbor pushed out her
dark haired crotch.
“Inspect her!” I told Joanna. “Grip her breasts to get
acquainted with your rival!”
Looking into Kim’s eyes Joanna stepped over. In a gesture of
sportsmanship she embraced her naked adversary, then with a
sudden motion she grasped Kim’s breasts with both hands,
gently squeezing the little globes to test their firmness.
Kim flushed as the other woman touched her so indiscreetly,
but she stood her ground.
Still without speaking, Joanna separated from her
challenger’s nude body and stripped herself. When she was
completely naked, she stood with spread legs, her pussy
pushed out in a gesture of challenge, her blonde hair
falling down to her shoulders, lewd and radiant and
beautiful. Her body was perfect, the skin tight and slightly
tanned. Her medium sized breasts were hanging like ripe,
firm pears, swinging with every movement of her body and
about twice the size of Kim’s pert little tits. The long,
pink nipples stood stiff like soldiers on duty. Her thighs
were slim and strong, the slender nude opened her long legs
farther. She arched her body forward, and beneath the
blonde, thin pubic hair which covered the upper part of her
pussy the fleshy, lips protruded. Looking at her challenger,
she just stood, offering her naked body for pre-fight
inspection.
Kim didn’t waste any time. Giving Joanna’s larger breasts
attention, she knelt between my cousin’s legs and without
modesty gave the blonde’s private parts as close an
inspection as she had experienced herself just a few minutes
before. It was an incredibly fascinating sight – two perfect
female specimens both nude and beautiful, one brunette, one
blonde, one my next door neighbor, one my cousin.
However, I had to interrupt the foreplay. “Okay now,” I told
my eager Amazons, “You made yourselves acquainted, so let’s
stop playing around and get ready for fighting. Both of you
go to your corners, and when I tell you so, you come out
fighting.”
Naked they stood, the smiles between them tight, ready for
their duel – blonde cousin Joanna in one corner, brunette
Kim in the other ready to match muscle and skill.
“Fight!” I said.
The naked wrestlerettes circled first, then clasped each
other in collar and elbow style. With their bodies well
apart, they shuffled about the room, trying to get an
advantage over the other. Cheek to cheek they pushed each
other around, trying different holds. Kim succeeded in
getting some kind of bearhug on my cousin, and now they
wrestled in close embrace, body against body, breasts
mashing breasts.
Kim, who seemed to be stronger, bent my cousin back,
straining every nerve, her hard nipples piercing Joanna’s
giving tit flesh. In order not to be forced down, the blonde
wrestlerette grasped her aggressor’s ass with both hands,
clutching Kim’s nude buttocks, fingers deep in her cleft.
Thus the women struggled for minutes, Joanna in defense all
the time. Suddenly in an effort to break Kim’s hold she
thrust one hand between the other woman’s thighs. I wasn’t
able to see what she did to the brunette but she seemed to
hurt her good as Kim groaned with the sudden pain.
In retaliation Kim gripped the breasts in front of her with
both hands, one hand on each tit, fingers digging deeply
into the sensitive tissue. My cousin cried with tit pain.
She grasped her foe’s wrists, but Kim didn’t let go of
Joanna’s boobs. Stretching the blonde’s breasts painfully,
she yanked her down and forced her onto her knees. Legs
spread and buttocks clenched, Kim stood over the gasping
blonde, holding her down.
Smiling cruelly, Kim twisted the kneeling wrestlerette’s
tits while the tortured girl tried in vain to untie the
dirty hold.
And then Kim forced her opponent straight back up again by
those breasts, forced her on to tiptoes. Still holding her
by her swollen tits, Kim’s knee flashed up, and Joanna
straightened further with a gasp as it thudded in her
crotch. In the next second Kim grasped behind the blonde’s
thighs and dumped her to the floor.
With a triumphant cry Kim jumped on to her rival, nailing
her to the floor. The beautiful sex wrestlers writhed and
twisted on the floor, Kim clearly dominating Joanna. Her
small hard breast piercing into Joanna’s aching swollen tits
she mashed herself against the blonde pussy underneath her
with strong thrusts. Moaning and gasping their nude bodies
locked in horny combat embrace, they fought body to body.
My cousin was still on her back. Kim was on top of her,
holding her on spread arms as crucified. My cousin, under
her, had her eyes closed and breathed heavily through
clenched teeth. Her long, beautiful legs clasped the naked
body on top of her, her calves crossed over Kim’s thrusting
ass. She writhed and heaved, head rolling.
Both women’s bellies were in constant contact, brunette
pubic hair mingling with blonde.
“Aaaaggh….ooooh!” It was my cousin.
Kim stayed on top of her, her pelvis grinding viciously on
the wrestlerette underneath. Doubtlessly Kim had some kind
of submission grip laying in full body press on her victim
to counter any move the blonde might make. For minutes my
cousin bucked and twisted. Slowly subsiding till she lay
quiet, thighs falling apart, ribcage heaving – apparently
beaten.
“We aren’t finished yet!” panted Kim, holding fast Joanna’s
wrists and in a swift forward motion sitting down heavily on
the hapless wrestlerette’s face. Mashing on the face
underneath her she rode on her foe in a perfect face
straddle, the most brutal and sexy hold in female fighting.
I’ll never forget the wonderful sight of Kim face straddling
Joanna nude, slender, sweating, on top of my equally nude,
slender and glistening cousin who lay in defeat between her
conqueror’s muscular thighs, one Amazon smothering the
other.
Joanna soon had stopped struggling against the pressure of
Kim’s crotch which covered most of her face, especially her
nose and her mouth. Only her forehead was visible between
Kim’s clasping thighs, everything else was hidden under the
stronger wrestlerette. My cousin lay still.
She didn’t want to suffocate, there was only one thing to do
for Joanna, and she did it; forgetting all scruples of
civilization and education, she clenched her teeth viciously
in the soft flesh covering her face.
With a loud cry Kim jumped up. Holding her injured sex with
both hands, the wrestlerette collapsed, writhing with pain.
She would have been easy prey for Joanna, however the blonde
was busy with herself, gulping badly needed fresh air into
her tortured lungs.
His interlude lasted for a few seconds only. The new round
of fighting began with a swift attack by Joanna. She grasped
Kim and took her in a two armed headlock, however the
brunette quickly applied the same hold. In a test of
strength the naked females tried to out wrestle each other,
at first in a standing position, then slowly forcing each
other down onto their knees.
Ten minutes passed. Kim and cousin Joanna were kneeling side
by side, holding each other in a choking embrace, faces
flushed and their nude, sweat soaked bodies writhing in
despair.
‘How beautiful they are,’ I thought to myself. They fought
like schoolboys, yet these were grown up, ripe women,
mothers of schoolboys – nude, shameless and ambitious,
wrestling like some primitive cave women right here in my
apartment!
They broke, getting to their feet again. Joanna attacked
again, pushing Kim to the nearest wall. She spaded her right
hand and thrust it between Kim’s smooth thighs, gripping
her.
The slender woman’s back muscles knotted and her buttocks
clenched she lifted Kim up the wall by her crotch, her hand
buried deeply in the dark pussy hair.
Kim yelled in pain!
Joanna held her opponent, a left arm bar across her throat,
in this vicious grip for minutes – what a wonderful sight
they were, my naked cousin, ass tense and muscles
protruding, lifting my equally naked neighbor. Kim’s eyes
were half closed, and I heard her moaning with despair.
I could have watched this for hours, but Joanna just
couldn’t hold her victim any longer. Relinquishing her grip
she backed away while Kim slumped by the wall, massaging her
sweet, abused body.
Again Joanna attacked, using the advantage she had on the
brunette. Sweat was dripping off her shoulders as she
succeeded in pressing Kim flat on her back onto the floor.
Kim’s white body disappeared writhing under my cousin’s
powerful torso, straining for freedom. The slight acrid odor
if nude, sweating women lingered in the air. When Joanna
tried to straddle the struggling wrestlerette, Kim rammed
her right deep between the spread thighs. Using the hold on
he for leverage, she threw Joanna to the floor.
Joanna rolled away and leapt to her feet crouching low,
breasts dangling. Kim crouched just one yard opposite from
her.
They circled. Both Joanna’s and Kim’s breasts had expanded
in the thrill of battle and close contact of their nude
bodies. The nipples of their breasts were hard and thick.
They braced, standing upright now, legs apart. They wrestled
breast to breast, bear hugging each other, grunting like
men, sometimes squealing like girls. Their bellies glued
together, they fought for the decision, thrusting brutally
into each other’s hairy loins, matching stroke for stroke,
giving and taking. Each wrestlerette gripped her foe’s naked
ass with both hands, digging strong, experienced fingers
deeply in clenching buttocks as if to prevent her adversary
escaping this battle of attrition.
Eye to eye they grappled in vicious combat as only naked
females can. Deep in between their thighs both used the most
dirty of all female weapons against each other in a ruthless
effort to destroy the other woman.
“Aaaaagh…aaagh…oooh….”
My cousin had been forced to orgasm for the second time! One
moment later it was Kim’s voice.
“Oooooh!...noononoooh!”
The breath was hissing between their teeth as my cousin
forced Kim to the floor and rolled onto her. The brunette
arched her white body like a bow, but to no avail – Joanna
stayed on top, laying between Kim’s spread legs. Panting the
beautiful nudes lay there locked in a death grip, two naked
females in ultimate womanly combat. Long minutes passed,
decisive minutes.
Finally Joanna seemed to gain control of the nude underneath
her. Kim’s white body was shining with sweat, her small hard
tits rising and falling as she panted with exhaustion,
Joanna sitting up in triumph.
I nodded my head. Joanna knew what I wanted to see – the
loser’s total surrender and humiliation.
“Finish her off!” I told my cousin.
She turned Kim over on her face, getting no resistance from
the exhausted wrestlerette. Slipping her arms under Kim’s
armpits, she clutched the defeated woman’s small tits. Using
them as leverage she strained backwards in a backbreaker,
her pretty muscles bulging. Minutes passed with no
submission from the tortured nude.
Joanna let her flop forward on her knees. Her round, white
ass sticking out, Kim was on knees and elbows, her forehead
resting on the floor.
Joanna straddled the squatting brunette. Riding her like a
jockey, she faced Kim’s female ass. She clasped Kim’s head
with her strong thighs. Pressing her thighs together, she
held the hapless fighter in a reverse head scissors. Kim
bucked in despair, she probably anticipated what was coming.
The victorious Amazon slid her hands down and grasped Kim’s
crotch, with one hand from the front and the other from
behind, applying the queen of holds in womanly combat – a
double claw hold.
Her facial expression a mixture of cruel determination and
wanton desire, Joanna gripped under her foe’s lower torso,
clawed fingers probing.
“Give it to her!” I shouted. “Show her what a naked female
can do to her naked rival!”
I heard my cousin’s strained breathing as she worked on her
panting adversary.
Finally barely audible, I heard Kim groan; “Stop it, Joanna,
I give up!”
“Louder!” Joanna said, “I can’t hear you!”
“I give in, please stop, I submit!”
“Say that I’m the better woman and that you love being
conquered by me!”
“Yes, you are the better woman!”
“And you love being conquered by me!” Joanna insisted.
“Yes, I love it! I love being conquered by you…..”
Slowly Joanna got up and stepped over to me. Kim lay sobbing
on her belly. Joanna’s arms encircled me. She pressed her
nude body against mine. Her nipples were stiffer and harder
than ever.
“Have me on top of her nude body,” my cousin said. “Take me
like a wrestler!”
The End