No Joke

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Not a Joke
by: Rebecca Lawe

"This must be some sort of joke," I said as I walked around the ring.  "She's my opponent?"  My thick legs stomped making the mats thunder as I moved around in my little black wrestling bottoms and no shirt.  I had been wrestling instructor at the gym for a while now and although ring wrestling was not in the offerings it was still something I enjoyed doing.  I was 218 pounds and well built and my pecs pushed out strongly as I stared at the girl.

She was cute.  Hell, she was beyond cute, she was freaking gorgeous. And tiny.  Well other than her huge boobs she was tiny.  She looked asian and was like the perfect picture of a cute Asian girl with very white skin and long black hair and an elfin, pretty face.  Big brown eyes and gorgeous lips that were now set in a wide smile.  Her chest was the one feature that seemed out of place as her rack stormed out and out and out some more. She wore a white top that said "Honey" on it that seemed to be already in a wrestling match with her chest as she moved slowly.  It had no sleeves and wrapped around her chest lovingly and left a good portion of her flat tummy showing as well.  The blue shorts were so tiny that they bordered on a thong. She was barefoot and oh did I mention she was a SHE!

I had expected this to be a serious match not some roll with a girl half my size - if that.  I had always used these little impromptu matches as a good indication that I knew my stuff and it helped to get new recruits signed up to learn the moves.  Ok, maybe on the last guy I had gotten a little carried away and left him needing help out of the ring but people had been watching and the adrenaline got going.  You know how that goes.  He was fine just a little bruised up.  I shook my head and headed to the side like I was going to duck out of the ring when the Honey called to me.  I looked up and walked to her.  I stood a good half head taller than her and she looked up at me with set, determined eyes. 

"Last time you make my boyfriend sore for a week.  Now I make you much more sore than that!"  The crowd oohed and I rolled my eyes.  So she was that guy's boyfriend?  Lucky guy. Up close she was even more beautiful than from a distance and she had a light perfume smell that caught my attention.  I can't wrestle someone who smells good!  I mean hell I got to get all fired up and intent here.   

"Listen, Honey," I said as I reached for her shoulder to pat and calm her down and talk her out of this.  But I never got a chance to finish the sentence as she grabbed my arm, spun, twisted and I went flying in a half circle and hammered the mat hard making a big echo of THUD as I landed.  This drew an even bigger oooh from the onlookers.  I had been taken down hundreds if not thousands of times but that may have been the quickest, flashiest thing I had ever seen.  So ok she knew some judo or some martial art.  I was still going to crush her flat and now I had a reason as I angrily slapped the mat as I turned and rolled and got up. 

"My name is Yuko,"she said with fire in her eyes.  "Not Honey.  You will learn it!" she warned and moved around lightly on her feet as if she had been in rings before and with a light airy grace I couldn't help but admire.  Her chest swayed almost hypnotically and her legs, though thin and lean, showed tightness in the milky white skin as she danced around waiting for me. 

I didn't want to make her wait long.  I stepped in and slowly shuffled looking to cut off the ring and not leave her any room to be fast or speedy and leave her little option but to come at me. I smiled as I closed in and then lunged out to make contact with that luscious body and get hold of her.

But it never happened.  As I lunged forward, she perfectly timed a dive through my legs and somehow came up on the other side so quickly that before I could turn she kicked me in the butt that sent me chest first into the corner.  It wasn't a painful blow at either end but it was embarrassing as the people clapped and laughed as I lumbered into the corner and made the ring shake as I hit into the corner.   I spun and turned and Yuko was standing there arms up and blowing me a kiss. "See, I kick boys butt already," she said to the crowd making the laughter increase. 

I made myself stay calm though my arms and chest flexed in anger as I tugged the ropes to push myself up from them.  I leaned back and got my footing as I watched her move.  Oh just one good grip I promsed myself and she wouldn't be smiling so sweetly anymore.  I stayed there and hoped she'd stray up closer to me and she obliged.  She slid in with her shoulders shrugging to ask if I was done already when I pushed my foot on the bottom of the rope and used it to send my body out hard at hers.  I aimed my shoulder at her hot tummy and waited for the crash. 

I hit into her well but somehow she stayed up!  She made a grunt that was damn sexy but didn't crumple or go down as I had pictured it in my head and instead grabbed my head in a front headlock and held on!  "Glad you come to me - thank you," she said as she cranked my head in a surprisingly strong and effective hold.  My shoulder drove in as my tree trunk legs pushed and my hands slapped and grabbed out for her legs but she kept them back in a skilled manner.  Slowly, I bulled her to the ropes across the other way but it was like pushing a heavy sled and my head was feeling the hold when I finally leaned her back into the ropes.  Her arms opened up to let go of the headlock and I felt the spinning return of blood flow to my head as I grit my teeth and pushed off with a forearm that bounced into her chest as I used that as a brace to push me up and back out to the middle of the ring.  I hit the arm in hard and tried to make it look like an accident as it smashed in and I stepped back raising my hands to say I didn't do anything.  Up so close before I peeled back I again noticed how good she smelled.  Damn it stop that I yelled to myself to focus and get her before this took too long and people said I had trouble taking down a tiny girl. 

Yuko gave a grunt again but again didn't seem to react with the sort of pain I thought a blow like that would register. People booed in the crowd at my blow as her eyes glared and stared daggers at me and this time she was the one to push her foot off the rope and lunge out at me with her arm raised and it delivered its own forearm back to MY chest.  I GASPED in surprise as I rose up to meet the blow thinking this was my chance to get in tight and grab hold.  But the blow was like a tidal wave that shook my body and once again I was hurled back to the ropes.  Only this time Yuko was right there with me and she put her hands on my shoulder as her thigh lifted hard and slammed into my gut making me gasp even more and bend forward.  As I bent forward, she grabbed my head jerked a step forward and rode me down like a steer at the rodeo and slammed my head into the canvas.  Thud!

What the hell was going on here!  It was all moving so fast!  I had hit her body hard and instead of crumpling she only got more fired up and moved with speed and such power for her size.   How could this tiny wisp of a gorgeous girl deliver such heavy blows?!  And now my head slammed down.  I had managed to turn a bit and protect my face and at least make it my forehead that hit down but the move had been too quick and powerful to do anything other than that and it rang my bell pretty good.  I was still gasping for air as well and shaking my head to clear it when I felt Yuko on my back and tugging my arm back - no both my arms as she pulled them back.  Her knee slammed into my back and she cranked back in a classic surfboard hold.  I yelled out AHHHHH at the surprising level of pressure it delivered in a split second and my back screamed out.  I flexed my arms and try to roll my shoulders forward to pull with my arms and chest working.  But all it got me was another slam of her knee into my back and a scream of AHHH from me.  The crowd buzzed as they had obviously not expected this from the hot girl.  I had sure not expected this from the hot girl!  The Honey top was riding down some and her chest pushed it out and up as she cranked my arms back like she was working a pump handle or rowing a boat.  Gawd it was excruciating.  I was seriously thinking I was going to have to tap or with my hands held, give verbally, when I managed to get my foot into the ropes. 

Yuko smirked and let my arms flop down but lifted her foot and gave one more big slam to my back that smashed me chest first into the mat.  I moaned and tried to take stock of the situation.  She was not just a martial artist she was strong.  Like way strong!  That stomp was dynamite and my back was in a bad state and I was waving my arms around to get the feeling back as I rolled into the ropes and pushed myself up using them.  I expected an attack and braced for it but Yuko gave me time to turn and see her standing there.  She had a big smile again and her hips cocked and her chest looked even bigger as the top was sliding down and the nipples pressed out emphatically at it showing she was into this that way as well.  I stared at her and I guess I couldn't keep the look of amazement off my face because she giggled and said "Am I too much for boy wrestler. Little old me?"  She ran her hands up and down her body suggestively and even in my pain and exertion I felt it make me stir. 

I think she saw that too because her eyebrows raised as she stepped towards me and I put up my hands to meet her but then she quickly jumped to the side grabbed the top rope in her hand and delivered a side kick that slammed into my chest so hard the wind flew out of me.  UHHHHH  what power!  Two more quick kicks followed crashing into me and making me sink back into the ropes my butt sitting on the second rope as I held my pecs and chest and sucked in air.  Good god what was this!  The ref made her stop as she was holding the rope so she stepped back with a smirk on her face.  I pushed myself back up out of the ropes but as soon as I was fully standing she jumped right back in.  Her hands went behind my neck and her feet on my shins.  She rocked herself backward and though I strained to hold my position I bent with her and followed as we went down.  She fell to her back expertly pulled me with and then exploded with her legs and I went flying up and over her and out into the middle of the ring landing chest first in a heap.  Any air I had sucked in, violently jerked back out of me and my head was spinning.  Yuko stepped over me as I lie there and stomped my back three times in a row.  Wham!  Wham!! WHAM!!!  Each one more forceful than the last and I was gagging and wheezing hard now.  She then did two powerful stomps to my butt that made me hump the mat hard.  They were more embarrassing than painful but I was in a bad spot. 

The crowd was in shock and loving it.  She was such a beauty and the sight of her extremely busty body moving was a sight to behold.  I wasn't seeing much of anything however as she came up behind me and before I got up she took the back of my head and rammed it into the mat.  One ..Two ..Three.. Four times the crowd counted with it.  My vision exploded and my head swam and I was on the edge of passing out.  I knew there was no winning this match now.  I needed out of here.  I tried to roll and turn to the ropes and roll out of the ring as she paraded around it waving to the people cheering her name now.  Yuko! Yuko!  In my head it was a muffled mush of noise.

The girl saw me at the ring edge and grabbed my leg and pulledme back in "Ah ah big boy we are not done having fun yet." she said ominously as she raised my leg while she dragged me to center ring by it.  Then she proceeded to stomp the back of my thigh with her foot.  I can't tell you how many because I was busy screaming in pain and when she was done my leg dragged and wasn't able to stand so well.  She then rolled me and as I turned she took my left arm and pulled it out to the side.  She took it with her as she turned sideways to me and tugged the arm back so it was between her huge chest as she cranked it back into an arm bar - her legs wrapping it up perfectly.  She started rocking with it pushing her legs so my arm pushed that way and then cranking with her arms so it at the same time pulled back the other way as well.  I screamed and nodded "Make her stop, OK OK Enough," I howled out and the people oohed growing somewhat quiet in almost awe at what the girl was doing.  Worst of all my hand and forearm was between her chest making me so aware of the shape of the body that was doing all this to me. 

Yuko shook her head that it was not enough and the ref swallowed and asked if I gave.  "Yes, Yes dammit I give" I screamed out.  But Yuko only twisted and pushed and pulled the arm harder and I yelled as she screamed back that she wasn't done yet.  My arm felt in great danger now.  What was wrong with the ref.  Was he scared of the girl?  I was moaning terribly when she finally let go and rose up and walked around me.  I could see her shapely body up there as she pulled me up using an arm and some hair.  Then she twisted, pulled and slammed me back down in a ferocious flip.  I slammed down like dead weight.  But she pulled me up again.  I was offering no resistance but she was strong enough to tug me up and throw me back down again.  I bounced off the mat.

As she repeated this twice more I could barely make out her talking.  She was telling the crowd the name of the moves!  "Hiza Guruma, Hane Goshi, and finally Tani Otoshi as she slammed me down with her body right over mine and pressing to me chest to chest.  I was limp dead weight at this point but I still noticed the feel of her chest on me as she leaned in lightly.  Daring me to move.  Well they could have counted the pin to 50 at that point and I wouldn't have even started to move but when the ref came in and got to two, she suddenly jerked me up by my hair and broke the count! Ohhhh I moaned almost a sob that made her giggle. 

"You like my boobs big boy?" she asked as she moved in front of me put her arms around my body.  She could barely reach but managed it.  I felt her chest mash tight to my thick pecs and body but in my fog it seemed like it was my muscle giving way to her curves.  That wasn't right was it?  Then she hugged tight.  Oh it was strong!  Or maybe I was just so done by then that anything would have felt strong. I had no air.  And it hurt! My lips moved giving and giving but no sound came out and as I marveled that she was the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen this close up, I passed out. 

I woke up in terrible pain but glad it was at least over.  The crowd was cheering and squealing which confused me.  I shook my dizzy head and saw I was still in the ring.  I looked around and saw the busty beauty walking around with my bottoms dangling on her finger and tossed them out.  I realized then I was bottomless.  I looked and I was also sporting a huge erection!  This confused me, as why on earth, I mean I know she's stunningly gorgeous to the nth degree but it seemed so odd to have such a boner in the middle of such agony all over my body.  I was too busy watching my own body that I should have seen her coming as she yanked me up by my hair.  Ohh if you've never had your hair pulled hard enough to lift you up you are lucky.  My eyes watered and I hit at the arm.  But it didn't slow her at all as she yanked me up and bent under me and in a  flash I was on her shoulders facing up at the lights.  She clamped down on a vicious backbreaker grip and worst of all my erection was so obvious standing straight out and high.

I yelled out a few dozen more submissions while she tortured my back and my boner thrust at the air like it was ready to geyser so hard Old Faithful would be jealous. No , no I screamed please don't.  I wasnt sure which was going to happen first.  My back breaking or my erection geysering out.  In the end she relented and dropped me down like a sack of potatoes. 

She leaned down to talk to me.  Gawd, she was so imposssibly pretty - how could this be happening?  "OK big boy," she whispered.  "I am wrestling teacher now and you are my assistant right?  Or do we need to keep going some more?"  I moaned a yes and nodded and she kissed the tip of my nose and left me lieing there and waved to the onlookers eating up the attention. It took quite a while before I could get moving again.   As I lied there I wondered how far I should move away, or maybe if the French Foreign Legion was still a thing.

**A short smashup for the holidays.  This is an old story when I first started trying this and Yuko is based on a good friend, so I picture her well but it never seemed quite a complete story. 

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[jhunter]

Not bad. Interesting fight, nice build up. I do think some sentences go a bit long. Keep it up.

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No Joke
Part 2 – Life Changes
by: Rebecca Lawe

The doorbell rang and without thinking I yanked it open. It was Yuko!  Her stunning body was looking amazing in a tight cut-off top and black skirt. Her Asian features, long dark hair loose, ultra curvy figure, and well-toned legs all made a smashing appearance but I reacted anyway.  I yelped and tried to close the door.  How did she know where I lived?  Her long, black hair hung down loose and swung as she moved her hands to block her shoulder into the door and though I tried to put effort behind it she slammed it open and jumped inside.

"Mr. Rico has not been coming to practice.  How come?" she asked in her lovely accent as she stalked toward me.  If you did not hear the earlier story this must sound insane that this busty, Asian beauty who must have been 125 pounds max was stalking the well-muscled 215 pound male?  But to be sure, she was stalking.

And I was backing up.  I put my hands out trying to placate her.  Her gorgeous, dark eyes looked mad.  The last time she was mad, my body took an unforgettable beating.  "I, I don't work at the gym anymore," I stuttered out.  "After what you did, all my clients bailed and the gym fired me.  I can't afford to live here anymore and am moving out, I thought you were the movers." 

Her eyes softened a bit as she heard I was moving.  "Well of course I know you don't work at the gym. I am the gym's wrestling teacher.  Clients way up.  Men like to watch me move and women love to learn how to do it too.  Many, many clients.  You agreed to be my assistant.  I need my assistant.  You start today." 

I tried to object and say I couldn't afford the time as I needed to find a job as I stare at Yuko.  She was insanely gorgeous.  Lustrous hair framed a stunning face.  Her figure was so curvy starting with broad shoulders and a huge chest, tapering to a tiny waist, and ballooning back out to wide hips and athletic bottom.  It was the best of athletic and centerfold all rolled together.  She looked extremely tight and fit, but where she came up with the power to do the things she did to me was still a mystery to me. 

As I held out my hand to make a point, Yuko grabbed out and suddenly gripped the wrist.  She pushed forward and I couldn't help but stare down her top at the acres of cleavage showing.  Then I lost sight of it as suddenly, her right foot came in the middle of mine as she pushed a come-along grip on my forearm.  My hand clapped down at her forearm, to interrupt the grip but it was too late.  She pushed and leaned.  For a brief second, I felt that heavenly body push into mine and then I was on my butt looking up at her.

"Don't talk silly, Rico.  I pay you more than what the gym used to as my assistant.  But that means you do what I tell you when I tell you.  Understand?"  Her hands were on her hips and she was leaning down so she was eye to eye with me.  Her foot brushed over and it was no accident when it brushed across my crotch as she turned and stepped over to the other side of me.  Her hand still in the grip she heaved me up with stunning strength.  "Now get your stuff and let's be ready." 

I nodded dumbly.  I didn't even get a chance to say my name was Rick, not Rico.  I think she knew that anyway.  I stumbled to my room and got some stuff in a bag.  As I zipped it I grunted.  More than what I was making before?  There must be a lot of customers.  Shit.  Maybe that would even be worth it to be under the beauty.  Under Yuko.  My, that conjured up some hot images I had to shake out of my head.  I could even pay my rent and... oh crap the movers!

As I jogged back out to tell Yuko I still had to take care of something I saw her already talking to a guy.  I had not even heard the doorbell but this must have been the moving company.  "Mr. Rico is not moving after all and does not need you.  I thank you for being so prompt and good company, but you are not needed today." 

"Listen, lady," the burly guy with the clipboard said.  "I got two guys out here and we got an order. You can't cancel this late without a penalty.  We will send the bill..."  Suddenly, his eyes went wide and his body jerked back. 

Yuko had slithered in and put her arms around the man's waist.  The arms looked slim but tight.  No, past tight, they were toned.  The tone jumped out even more noticeably as she flexed the arms and pressed the man's back toward her.  At the same time, her head tilted so that her forehead pushed at the man's chest.  Chest because he was so much taller than her. The push to his chest ended up making his shoulders go back, while the pull at his waist made that part of him go forward.  The result was his body sort of went U-shaped.  He gasped and his body just folded back to the ground as she pressed him down and ended up riding on top of him.  Her arms were still around his waist and I could see her shoulders and arms rippling impressively now.  Her chest bunched up, barreling into his body but refusing to pancake down at all, in some way that I am sure defied some basic law of physics. 

The man gurgled and kicked his legs.  Yuko's legs snapped back and deftly caught his in a flash and tugged them apart slowly.  Her chest oozed onto the man and pressed as her arms pumped.  His face turned a remarkable shade of purple.  His clipboard was still rattling from where it had hit the floor and he was already done for.  It was amazing and I felt myself stirring.  She was whispering to the man as her arms pumped.  Her legs pulled.  Her chest pushed.  Her hips pushed.  Her body was a work of art. It was a joy to see it working here and not being on the receiving end of the move.  Maybe how her body had torn me up was not such a big mystery after all.  I stared at how her back was a mass of toned, ripped muscle as her arms worked.  I watched her butt cheeks move like two wild animals as they tensed and strained harder and harder.  His legs could not even hope to slow hers down from widening his out.  The muscles in her backside went from stunning to downright scary.  He was straining but it wasn't even making a dent in her holds.  Her chest was actually a weapon boring into the burly man's body.  He was a good-sized dude who did physical labor for living and she was crushing him in her body fold in mere seconds. 

Or was she?  I could not hear what she was saying to him so I edged closer.  His body tensed and jerked and...did he just cum?  Son of a bitch!  Wow.  Yuko slowly untangled from his body and rose and there was a pretty obvious wet spot on the front of his uniform.  He moaned and groaned as he struggled to rise and Yuko helped him up and patted him on the back.  She even bent down and retrieved his clipboard for him.  Again I didn't hear what she said, but he answered.  "Oh yes, yes ma'am," as he backed out and closed the door. 

Yuko turned to me and smiled.  "See, problem solved.  No bill for movers.  I am making you money already.  Come on, you ride with me."  She put her arm on my shoulder and we walked to her car.  A damn Prius.  Was she wealthy or did she make that much from her training?  Well her body was sure a walking advertisement.  I got in and put my bag in the back.  My mind was spinning.  I guess I could check out how this went and then skip out if it was as awful as the match with her was. Oh, she was a vision as she drove. 

It was quiet for a bit and then she reached her one hand over and into my lap and patted me down there. "You were excited when I put Mr. Mover on the floor."  She stated it as a fact, not as a question and we both knew she was right.  Her hand gave a little squeeze and I arched up tall in the seat.  "You were very excited when I was tossing you around, too.  I had to hold back not to make you do what Mr. Mover did.  If you do a good job, this could be very exciting for you," she said and put her hand back on the wheel. 

Now my head was really spinning.  Was this woman out to help me or kill me?  We got to the gym and I tried to ignore the looks as I came in trailing behind Yuko.  She walked like a speed walker in a race and I strained a bit to make my walk still look nonchalant.  I didn't want to be chalanting in front of these people.  I know how much they had all enjoyed and laughed about my match with Yuko.    We walked right by and into the wrestling room and I breathed a sigh of relief.  At least when I walked with the boss no one seemed too anxious to tease me.  I knew that would not be the same when I was alone out on the floor. 

The day went by pretty fast.  We did several sets of classes and Yuko was right – they were packed. The pace was fast and energetic.  I had to admit Yuko was an amazing teacher and even I was picking up things.  Too often, I picked them up as she demonstrated the holds on me and made me tap to them. Much to the delight of the women and many of the men in the classes.  Many seemed to know why I was the assistant, and I got a lot of glances.  I stayed too busy to notice it – much.  But she was never mean, just efficient and all business.   When she demonstrated a hold she did it full-on. 

As assistant, I set up the classes, made sure everything was ready to go and cleaned up afterward. During the lesson I was part dummy and part teacher, showing the people the basics and holds and where their form was off.  Yuko had not lied about the crowds and I was stunned by how many women were in the classes and into this idea of being able to do some of the things her lovely body could.  The men in the class seemed to run the gamut from serious wrestlers looking for tips, to newcomers driven in by the intense workout and all the hot bodies in the room.  Many were just there to stare at Yuko. I could understand the impulse.  When her body worked up and flexed and began to sweat, her otherworldly beauty took on even a new level. 

She ignored most of the ones questioning if she was really that good, but every once in a while it would be the doubter that got to feel a good twist or if they were lucky a good squeeze or pin.  More than once the pinned party had to excuse themselves and clean up as it was just too exciting for them.  One large dude voiced doubt when she talked about teaching the women to be able to pin down even large men. So Yuko brought him forward and pinned him flat in 10 seconds time.  Then she casually talked her way through several pinning moves while holding the struggling man in them.  He was down there for nearly 10 minutes without a break.  The way she moved her hips and shoulders so her body arched made me and most of the class, excited to watch.  In the holds, the dude must have cum at least twice over the time she had him down.  His look of awe was something as she let him up, so I wondered why we had not seen him since then.  Oh well, things like that only increased the popularity of the classes and she had gotten to the point where she was turning people away. 

One other time, two women came over at the end of their class to ask if Yuko had beat on me as bad as they had heard.  I assured them that whatever they had heard, it understated how amazing she is.  As they walked away I noted their fit bodies and attractiveness as I heard one say to the other "Gawd, I'd pay a million bucks to do that to a bod like that."  I almost stopped her and asked if she had a million bucks. 

After the first week, I started to think this might be workable.  The days moved quickly and were energy packed.  I was getting a workout past the level of anything I had ever done before – and this included when I had trained for competitive sports.  Yuko even saw I looked sore one morning and did an amazing massage on me.  Nothing erotic, but I was so energetic afterward.  I felt like she had given me a drug or something.  How did she do these things?

It was Friday the third week of my new job.  I felt like these classes and how she pushed had made me so pumped and feeling good.  Yuko even let me lead the groups in certain drills and moves, though she was still a hands-on instructor who liked to do most of the new moves training herself.  I was just picking up after a class when Yuko's hand clapped on my shoulder. 

"Rick, there is a special client at the small room that I want you to go and tend to.  I will pick up here." It had taken a good week and a half before she started getting my name right.  I took it as some sort of trial period I had passed.  "Work hard and show her what you know," she added cryptically.
 
I knew better than to question and just went to the adjoining small room the wrestling classes had taken over.  It was no larger than a mat and a row of chairs at the entrance.  As I entered I saw a hot MILF at the center of the mats.  The first thing that struck me was how lovely her face was.  She had stunning blue eyes and a smile so white it hurt to look at all framed by lovely blonde hair.  She was so stunning I didn't notice her body at first.  And what a body.  She was thick from the shoulders down, like a cross-fit athlete.  As I walked closer my estimate of her age kept changing.  Her body was so and looks were so perfect that you didn't notice the signs in her face that showed she was older than you had thought unless you really looked well.  And I looked well.  She was about 5'7 with a thick busty figure I estimated at around 160 pounds.  She was wearing a tight leotard in a light pink color and it seemed already to be in its own wrestling match with her top.  She might rival Yuko up there I thought as I kept checking the rest.  Her body was tight top to bottom with thick legs and broad shoulders particularly noticeable.  She looked strong and confident.

She smiled and approached me.  "You must be Yuko's man, I am Trish.  Well, you are sure nice to look at aren't you?"  As we shook hands I had to tense my grip to keep up with her strong handshake and I thought I saw a little widening of her smile as I faltered.  "Are you ready for this or do you need to warm up, hon?"

It may have been the first time I had ever been on the receiving end of a nonsequitur compliment like that.  Not to mention being called hon.  Now I knew better how women must feel all the time when your looks have nothing to do with the moment but you are judged for it anyway.  Damn.  I guess I was going to start watching those you look nice sort of comments when it wasn't appropriate. Anyway.  I guess we were in the mat room for some sparring so I got myself in gear and psyched up.  She looked like a baby bull and if Yuko sent her, I was for sure not going to take her lightly.  "Rick," I said as I gripped the hand tight.  "Yuko has me hopping so much all day I am more than stretched and warm Trish.  What sort of ground rules we going by?"  As we let go finally I started shrugging my shoulders and stretching my legs up and down and I could feel the adrenaline rising. 

Trish's smile widened even more and she seemed to think about it.  "Grappling, verbal submission, hmmm let's say best of 5.  That should be long enough to be good and sweaty."  She laughed and started copying some of my moves and I admired how her body looked as it moved.  She wasn't just shapely and well built she was lithe and athletic and moved with grace. 

I nodded in agreement and just sort of lifted my eyebrows as a way of asking if she was ready.  She nodded in response and we began to circle.  I was still 50 pounds or so larger and I tried to plan on how to make good use of that as we came together the first time.  Even with the size edge I faked the lock up and slapped her hands away with what I hoped was surprising quickness.  I knocked the hands up as I hunched my body forward and launched off my legs to hit my shoulder into her and put that size to use right off and tackle her straight down. 

I was rewarded with a  nice OOOF from the hot Milf's lips and she did land hard on her butt with a nice echo sound that reverberated in the small room.  I was trying to keep the movement fast so I didn't pause on her body and allow her to get some wicked grip on me.  I slid sort of perpendicular to her while my arms collected her head and gripped.  I arched on my hip and cranked the head using my shoulder to lean into it hard.  I kept my legs mobile and as she struggled I made sure to keep turning with her and not allow her to reach me with her legs.  She moved well and struggled and bucked.  At one point she grabbed at my shorts and pulled enough to wedgy me and lift me to where I thought we were going to tumble over sideways.  I cranked my hold and slammed my hips and shoulder and forearm into it and kept us in position.  After a couple of exhausting minutes, she tapped my hip.  I popped up and took some deep breaths and put my hands on my knees as I watched her rise. Damn her body looked even better now.  Pumped and a sweat forming.  The pink leotard was definitely in for a fight now.  The light color of the outfit made it almost see-through as the sweat pooled. 

"Good ride Rick," she said though I was chagrined to see she didn't seem to be breathing as hard as I was.  "Shame on me for coming out slowly."  I wasn't sure who she was talking to now, but I felt good for taking a fall on the hot athlete.  I also saw I had graduated from hon to Rick, so maybe she was taking me more seriously now.  I figured she was going to come out really hard this next fall so I tried to think how best to combat that.  And I also had to stop watching how her chest bullied her top as she breathed and how wide her shoulders looked now that she was warmed up.  And how attractive her face was.  OK,  I shook my head and refocused.  I did my little mantra, rotating my hands like turning a steering wheel - "drive those thoughts out of my head". Yeah, it's dumb but it works for me. 

Sure enough, as we centered on each other this time she practically charged at me and I reacted.  I put my hands up at her shoulder and pulled her toward me encouraging her speed to increase.  I dropped back and threw up my leg to monkey flip her over me.  Her body came flying in and started going up and over.  Just as I was starting to think how perfectly this was going she somehow twisted in the air so when she fell, she landed on her knees.  She was also holding onto my left leg and I mouthed holy shit!  I never saw such an athletic maneuver coming. 

Trish grinned and cranked on my leg making me cry out in pain as she rose with the leg.  "Better stick to your amateur moves, hon.  Don't try a pro move on a  pro!"  Her arms grabbed my leg expertly and I quickly saw how well she knew her stuff.  Her one arm was surrounding the ankle just above the foot and the other hand clapped onto the knee and gripped like a claw.  She hiked her hips forward and jerked so my leg bent in agonizing ways.  The knee bent in, then out – neither in ways it was designed for.  Then she jerked back and repeated.  So she was a pro?  That could explain some things.  I slapped the mat as my hips bounced around and she worked my leg something fierce.  My voice was now what echoed off the walls as I groaned and struggled.  Finally, I tilted enough on my side to lift my other leg and kick it out into her hands, and thrust her off of me.  I rolled into a ball to get up and assess the damage. 

Trish never gave me the chance.  She came barreling in low with her shoulder like I had done to her in the first fall.  But she wasn't aimed at my body.  She hit my OTHER leg.  I let out a yelp and collapsed down again.  She repeated the exact same move on that leg and now I was starting to freaking panic.  I thrashed wildly as she was cranking on the right leg even worse than the left and that leg was struggling now to kick out and repeat my escape.  I finally managed to push off and go to the side of the mat. 

But Trish was on me instantly now and grabbed both legs now and dragged me back on the mat.  I can only imagine how this looked as the buxom Amazon beauty dragged my body as I clawed wildly at the mats and shook my head.  My legs ached and though I was swim kicking and trying to thrash my legs back.   She was able to hold onto them now, worrying me that I was slowing already.  In fact, she had them so secure she stepped in tighter, lifted my legs higher, and delivered a stomp to my back.  My chest hammered into the mat and I gurgled in pain and surprise. This was grappling?  This was certainly not what I was expecting.  She stomped once more and I gasped hard enough that it must have signaled to her it was time.  Because, now she spun, still holding my legs, and sat back into a crab hold. 

The pain exploded in my back and for a moment I thought about struggling and seeing if I could escape somehow.  Quickly, I decided it was 5 falls, and I needed the energy for later more as I saw how rough this might go.  I tapped the floor.  For a moment the pressure only increased and I cried out and maybe that noise was what made her decide to let go.  My legs slapped back down and I lie there a moment. Shit, this was wild.  I shook out my body to check out how my back and legs were doing as I rose slowly and tested everything out. 

"Everything check out, hon?" Trish asked with a bit of a smirk as she toweled off and took a sip of water.  I hated she could read me that well but I suppose what else would I be doing after that beatdown.  Both legs, back, stomps.  She certainly did fight like someone who had been in a ring before.  And I was hon again now so – damn.  I desperately tried to think if there was something there to help me.  As she wore me down, my size edge counted for less and less and I racked my brain for plans. 

Worse yet was that Trish only looked hotter than when we had started.  Her face was flush and her hair a bit wilder which only accentuated her facial beauty.  She didn't look tired at all and the idea that she was just now warming up was a scary idea.  With a little sweat added her leotard now looked painted on and showed off her extreme curves tremendously.  That's all I needed, to be sexually excited as I got trounced on.  Well, this wasn't over yet.  "Yep, it's all fine," I replied and I clapped my hands and went back into my ready crouch. 

She nodded and smiled.  "Very nice," she said and she came at me slowly.  I had to work to make sure my gaze stayed at her midline like we taught and didn't check out how her body looked moving in. Avoiding more crushing pain was a good motivating tool though and I timed her stepping in perfectly. I thrust her arm and "up and undered" to go around her.  Once again I saw how expert her moves and speed were as she caught my hip before I could go all the way in back of her.  She hit my side with her hip as my arms grabbed at her body.  I had one arm at her shoulder and the other at her hip.  We strained hard and I was being pushed back.  I had figured in close was my big edge but it appeared I didn't have that power edge I had hoped I had.  I strained hard, grunting like that big push, but she held back and even force me to backpedal several steps. 

I was still a heavy load though.  I let one of her strong pushes move me back and leave a gap between us.  She seemed mostly concerned with not letting me behind her, while I concentrated on positioning my legs back from hers.  I also switched my arms to a 2-on-1 grip on her left arm.  I figured that would be something she didn't expect the bigger person to do as I gripped the arm high and low.  I then gave a sharp yank on the arm and pulled her to me.  I let go of the arm and lunge stepped in for her thick left leg.  I surrounded it with both arms again two on one her body part, yanked on it, pulled, and took her down clean and hard to the mat in a nice takedown.  OK, there you go, not much more amateur a move than a 2-on-1 grip into a lunge step takedown. 

I was now riding on her shoulder and back and knew I needed to turn this into something quick before she escaped. I pushed at the back of her head with one arm to mash it down at the mats as I let my body collapse hard into her back.  Trish grunted as my body weight slammed against her back and this gave me the time needed to wrap my stronger right arm under her chin and crank her head back toward me.  I tugged her back enough for my right hand to grip at my left bicep with my forearm up into her chin and neck.  My left hand joined in and clamped at the top of her head to sink in the sleeper – or I guess these days they are calling it the rear-naked choke. 

I worked it hard.  Wildly hard.  My arms flexed and strained to dig in and make sure the pressure was on her neck as Trish fought to try and keep her chin down. Again she was so strong her neck muscles seemed to be winning and I was jolting my grip to try and wedge my arm into her better.  Damn, she was a powerhouse!  I added in a knee thumping down at her ass, just to shock her, so I could get my arm dug in enough to really pressure her.  When my knee thumped she cried out, "You fucker," and I thought it was the biggest compliment I had heard in a long time.  I cranked at it hard.  My chest leaned to keep her weight under control and my arms strained and flexed.

"Give it up, I got this."  I hissed it out and tried to make it a command.  She strained and shook like an alligator.  But I think I might be able to keep this grip on an alligator.  Eventually, she slowed and then agreed and tapped my arm.  What a ride.  I let go and rolled back and got up fast to try and hide how hard I was breathing from the big effort to keep her down.  I waited until I knew I could say it without gasps as I called out the score.  "2 – 1." 

Trish nodded as she rubbed her neck and didn't speak this time.  When she stretched her nipples stood out at the leotard so prominently that I marveled that the top could stand it.  Her chest barreled out large and the nipples stood out even more from that.  Was she excited by this?  Wow.  I let her take her time, as frankly, I needed the air also.  Finally, she waved her arm and motioned me to come get her. 

Damn, I was hoping for a bit longer to breathe.  And watch her.  I knew I had to keep the momentum going and I tried to come in quick to lock up straight on this time and see what direction to take it.  Her answer came quick.  Our arms lifted and I was on the balls of my feet so I could go in either direction and Trish just slammed straight ahead and lifted her thigh into my midsection.  I have been hit often, but this was a step beyond.  A baseball bat to the gut might be about the nearest equivalent I can think of.  My eyes flew wide and I UHHHHHED hard and bent over.  I had at least enough presence of mind to slam my hands out at her and hit her chest and push off.  I intended to stagger backward and regroup.  Trish had other plans.  Her speed was impressive as she gripped my wrists by the time they had barely left her boobs.  She yanked me in like a damn yoyo and my speed only added to the force of the second thigh lift into my body.  My feet lifted and I dangled in the air for a moment before I landed on my knee.  WHOOOOF.  Air rushed out in huge gulps.  With the pull added this one had more the force of a damn gunshot.  And Trish still had my wrists and yanked me again.  Good god no.  She extended her arms for as much space as possible and then yanked me in sharply as her thigh bullseyed the exact spot she had already it twice.  THUMP.  This time, I flew over the thigh as it lifted me and dumped me over the other side in a flip.  I collapsed down heaving for air holding my body.  This last one hit more like a truck running me over.  A hot truck in a pink leotard.  Maybe I had pissed her off.

"They used to call that one the whip crack," Trish said with a wide frightening smile.  I pawed out at her with my hands as she grabbed at my hair and hauled me up.  Wait, that sounded familiar.  That thought left my head as she scooped an arm between my legs and lifted me with stunning ease and slammed me down hard on the mat.  I mean I hammered the mat.  I hit so hard I bounced.  It was easily the hardest slam I had ever felt.  My back arched in a pain bad enough to almost replace the one in my gut.  I was still wheezing for air and now arching in pain at the same time.  Trish yanked me up again and my arms hit out at her body, which she seemed to find hilarious as she scooped me up again.  This time she held me there, paused, and showed the control she had with this much weight.  She took a step to gather momentum and I was wrong.  THIS was the hardest slam I had ever felt.  I cried out in agony now and arched and writhed.  I waved my hands in a manner I hope she took as a surrender.  "What's that you say?" she mock-asked putting her hand to her ear.  "One more time?  Why sure, hon."  And she hauled me up again this time putting me over one shoulder like a sack of flour. 

I moaned. I tried to arch and find a way to turn and fall off her shoulder.  But Trish moved with me, slapping and groping my butt to keep me up there.  "Whoa there, hon, let's go for a ride. This one is the bum rush," as she moved around the mat in a short circle, gathering speed.  I was out of it so I am not totally sure how but Trish maneuvered my body so I slid down her body in almost an upside-down hug against her.  Then she yelled out "Yeehaa," my hand to god she actually yelled that out loud.  She leaped into the air carrying me with her and then stretched forward landing on me as she slammed me into the mat.  My head was down near her crotch and my feet dangled over her shoulders.  Her chest was over my body.  We were flying and then we hit so hard I think the floor bowed some.  I screamed in pain and then things went dark for a quick second.  This third slam made the other two feel very tame by comparison. 

Maybe longer than a quick second.  I am not sure.  It hurt when I blinked and saw Trish was still over me in that reverse position.  My face was tucked at the V of her thick thighs.  Her chest was still over my abs and her head at my crotch level.  Her hands were stretching down my legs and after what I had been through it seemed like her arms were stronger than my legs.  She was able to hold them down as she wiggled her butt.  "You showed me what you are good at so it seemed only fair to show you what I am good at," Trish said softly and easily as she jerked her legs and pressed her chest down, and stretched my legs out with her arms.   "I am good at hurting people.  I know it sucks for you, but it makes me hotter than all get out.  Now get busy giving up and give my butt a nice big kiss, or I will show you how much more I got in me yet." 

I groaned.  My legs were straining but her hands were widening them out and stretching them.  Her freaking arms were stretching my damn legs!  No one can be that strong, can they?  Her chest was crushing down into my beaten abs and I could feel her nipples were super erect and digging in.  Her legs captured my face in the V and the butt wiggled in front of my face.  I tapped my hand on her legs, giving up over and over but the pressure never eased.  So I tried to kiss her bottom as she had requested.  I strained hard to do it.  Trish sadistically held me there, where no matter how hard I tried I could not kiss her butt.  It wiggled there only inches away but it might as well have been miles.  Her legs held my chin and cheeks so tight all I could make were little croaking noises.  "I gu.  I gi.  I guhh." I tried over and over.  My hands waved and patted and groped the thick legs. 

She giggled, which made her chest bounce and force even more air out of me.  Then she rose off of me.  "OK, good enough.  You got some spunk, Rick."  She stood back and watched me.  I wasn't sure if she was giving me time to recover or admiring her own handiwork.  Probably both.

I rolled over and got up and staggered around like in a drunken stupor.  "2-2," I croaked out pretending there was still a competition here.  My back was fire, my stomach was worse, and I was still gulping for air hard.  But, having to tell Yuko I had quit was worse than doing fall number 5.  So I walked around and tried to do a weapons check and see what was left online.  It also now bugged me that being beat on so horribly somehow made her call me Rick again. 

Trish beamed. "Bravo," she said.  "I will make you a deal, come over here and kneel for me and we can call it a day." 

This was a test, right?  She was looking to see if I was going to do it or not.  I had painfully seen what happened if you went in to grapple someone and they instead beat the crap out of you.  I wasn't ready for her style and my body would recall this for a while.  But, I had already decided that just begging off was not in the cards.  I stumble the steps between us like I might be doing it but the last couple of steps I picked up steam and hammered my forearm into her chest like a club,  THUD. 

Trish grunted but barely took a half step back.  Shit.  My heart sank.  All the work I have been doing, 50 pounds or more of size on her, and she just stood there like that.  Someone needed to let me in on the training secrets so I could get to these babe's level.  I grabbed at her head, my hands behind her neck, and yanked down as I hung my weight with a little jump and raised my legs.  The intention was to pull her head and body down so she would land on my folding knees.  It was a good plan.  She was just too strong for it.  Trish just sort of bowed forward and only slowly edged down.  So instead of slamming onto my knees she instead pushed her abs against them and trapped me there.  I had never seen a more impressive display of power to just catch a move like that.  "Good move, sport," she said.  "I may have to borrow that one."  She grabbed at my arms and was able to break the grip and slowly she heaved us back to our feet.  Then, too fast for me to stop she put her hands behind my head, jumped, and yanked so my body slammed into her knees.  "Like this?" she asked facetiously. 

I had no air to answer and rolled around in agony, sure something had broken inside me.  Trish pushed me away with a silly level of ease and pulled me up to my feet.  I don't think I was standing and it was more that she was holding me up.  "Maybe you should have kneeled," she said with a serious look as her arms circled in on my torso and she cranked me into a bear hug.  Giving was academic now and my arms tapped but she didn't care.  My ribs creaked and I groaned no, no, but she seemed to know just how to deliver the hold to crush the air out, ease up, and crush again before air was sucked back in.  Maybe I'd be lucky and only pass out and not have bones broken.  Lucky.  Ha.  I laughed and that seemed to puzzle Trish.  So at least I confused her as it went gray and then dark.

Again, I have no idea if I was out 5 seconds or 5 hours.  I coughed and jerked and unfortunately felt all the pains again.  Trish was there sitting on my hips.  She had rolled down the leotard so her chest was showing.  Her chest still torpedoed out proudly showing no need for support.  The nipples were erect.  To an almost angry level erect.  Like everything about her, it was amazingly impressive.  "Welcome back, Rick," she said with a smile while her body leaned over mine.  "You never did actually give.  Don't you think you should rectify that?" 

"I give I give.  Trish, I give up to you."  I called it all out quickly trying to keep her from doing whatever else she had planned.  My body writhed and ached badly.  It was the most one-sided 3 – 2 victory ever. 

Trish chuckled and she was so close now that this made her chest slap my face.  And yes I mean slap. Not rub or press.  SLAP.  "Good boy."  Then as if seeing what her chest was doing she laughed and started to shake her shoulders.  So the slaps I had felt before were accidental but the punches I felt now were on purpose.  My head bounced back and forth and the sound was like an Indiana Jones movie. WHAP WHAP WHAP.  My head bounced around crazily.  I moaned and cried out in pain and just when I was sure I was going to fade out again, she stopped.  Her hands gripped my chin until she was sure I was looking at her. Well, she slowly came into focus anyway.  "Look how excited you made my body," she said as she proudly arched out her chest and the nipples jumped forward like daggers.  "I like you, so I am no going to destroy you, but I feel I have to at least give you something to remember this," she added.  Her hands moved to behind my head and held it still as she lowered her body again and started to press the nipples to my face.  The pressure started to rise and I groaned not sure what she was doing.  She started to bob and move her shoulders so her nipples stabbed and dug into my face under my eyes.  I felt the pressure and pain in the soft tissue under my eyes and around my nose.  Good lord, she was giving me black eyes with her nipples!  My hands grabbed at her arms but all this did was make me feel how hot they felt right now as she held me so easily and worked and worked her chest into me until she was satisfied.   

I whined and bit my lip to stop the damn noises as I was sure the more I indicated it hurt the more it made her excited about it.  Trish peeled her body back from mine and stood up  She moved easily, almost lightly.  Yeah, my workouts still needed a few dozen levels of increase, didn't they?  She posed over me like there was a crowd watching other than my broken body.  Then she blew me a kiss and walked off to the door. 

As she got to the door, Yuko came in to meet her.  How had she known we were done?  Damn.  Trish put her arm around Yuko's shoulders and nodded her head over at me.  "He made me tap twice.  If he gives a class on submission moves, count me in."  Then she swayed those hips and sauntered off. 

Yuko tended to me and again did some of those massagey things that made it possible for me to get up. I shook my head and fought against feeling pissed.  She could have warned me what sort of fight this was going to be, or tell me – anything.  She had served me up as a sacrifice, knowing this was going to be the result, didn't she?  "OK Rick, good job, she is a happy customer.  Let's go look at the tape and see where you could have done better." 

Tapes?  Fuck my life. 

[wowser1016]

I really liked this. You gotta feel a bit sorry for Rick at least in Part 2 he ran into a buzzsaw in Trish. I kind of wish there was a Part 3 but I don't think he would survive it. K+!

[jhunter]

Nice grapple story, few and hard to find. Good luck on more.