Jenny and Donna, continued - Flashback!
By Jobber Joe
Former wrestling champ, Jenny, tells pal, Joey, what really happened 
after her defeat by Donna

 (This is a continuation of a six part story series submitted in 
December, 2003, and is a result of input and suggestions made by 
various e-mail contacts.  I would particularly like to thank Joel for his 
creative input and encouragement.  Hope you enjoy it.  Joe 
jobberboy2002@yahoo.com )

It had been a couple months since Jenny and I "suffered" together at the 
hands of foxy young Wrestling Goddess, Donna, and accomplices, that 
fateful day in the wrestling room.  We'd both been far too humiliated 
and embarrassed about what happened to talk about it that very day, 
even after Donna and company left us alone in our miseries.  And we 
hadn't had the occasion to get together much since.  But it had been 
bugging me to no end, not talking to Jenny about what happened that 
is. So I finally got up enough nerve to call her early that summer, after 
our graduation.  She didn't seem too eager to talk with me at first, but I 
managed to get her to agree to just an informal get-together, at her 
apartment.  I brought some snack items, and a couple bottles of wine, 
and we snacked and drank, and drank some more.  It was funny, really, 
because I'd spent almost my entire four years in college dreaming up 
ways to "date" this "dream girl" of mine; but I'd always been too shy; 
and she'd seemed too unapproachable for that kind of stuff, a "Big Girl 
on Campus," if ever there was one.    So, after just a few inept attempts 
while we were in school, all getting nowhere, here I was actually going 
over to her place on sort of a date.  But, call it a date, or not, I had no 
real notion to jump her bones now that the opportunity for doing so 
might be there, not like my hormone driven psyche had long fantasized 
about.  

No, even after the wine got flowing pretty good, and we were both a bit 
tipsy; even then I had no real thought that this was going to end up with 
us in bed together.  And Jenny wasn't exactly heading in that direction 
either; in fact she gently brushed off a few awkward attempts I made to 
get more intimate with her as the evening wore on.  I didn't think much 
of it then, thinking she just didn't want to get it on with a half-drunk 
classmate she knew more as a friend than a romantic interest; but now I 
have other thoughts about that, which I'll keep to myself.  In any event, 
she did open up some about that thing we'd both been afraid to talk 
about; really opened up in fact, almost as if she'd just been waiting to 
get it off her chest.  And that she did, in a long, rambling, monologue 
that started after I asked her, quite innocently enough, if something 
happened between her first shocking loss to Donna and that one 
incredible afternoon we both "suffered" through in the wrestling room. 
What was it that turned her so quickly from an undefeated champion to 
one who looked so lost and helpless just days later?   No doubt helped 
by the several glasses of wine she'd already drunk, Jenny started right 
in at the point she had to be helped off the mat by Mr. Williams, the 
intramural coordinator and referee, and  Donna herself, after that 
devastating first defeat at Donna's hands.  Here is her story:


(Jenny speaking)
After that match, after Donna beat me, the shock really didn't set in 
immediately.  I mean I barely remember anything about the overtime 
period at all.  It was pretty much a big blur; though I do vividly 
remember still my fingers slipping away helplessly from her tautly 
muscled legs as she sprawled over me; I think it was during the first 
overtime period after she'd made a stand-up escape; and then the next 
thing I know she was on top and driving my face into the mat.  And 
then really it all dissolved from there.  I was so weak and woozy; and at 
the end, I pretty much just felt myself being rolled  to my back, and 
then a warm weight, Donna's body I guess, settling in over me.  I didn't 
even hear Mr. Williams slap the mat; just remember being pulled up off 
my back at some point, and how my legs were like mush, buckling 
weakly until Mr. Williams and Donna grabbed me  and helped me off 
the mat.  I tell you, Joey, I'd never experienced anything like that.  I 
mean I was used to winning ALL my matches; and even though I'd had 
a few close matches over the years, I'd never come even close to losing 
all control, before, my body giving out, being so dizzy and confused 
and all. 

Anyhow, I remember Mr. Williams trying to comfort me as he and 
Donna half carried, half drug me to the locker room.    It was slowly 
setting in that I'd lost the match; though I still wasn't sure if it had been 
a decision, or if Donna had pinned me.  I was way too tired and woozy 
to care much just then.  Anyhow, Mr. Williams couldn't go into the 
women's locker room, of course, but Donna stayed with me, helping me 
to my locker stall before she went to take her own shower.   I was 
starting to come around some by then, but slowly, and I  felt kind of 
funny having somebody who'd just handed me my first ever defeat 
being the one to help me out then; but the truth is  I was still pretty 
weak and wobbly.  And, despite my embarrassment at having to depend 
on her, of all people, I really needed some help then; so I was kinda 
grateful that she was there.  The place was basically deserted as I recall, 
since we were using the "team area", where the general student body 
isn't allowed; and no other teams were using the lockers that morning.   

Anyhow, after Donna helped me to the bench, and believe me, I was 
leaning on her something terrible, still stumbling along on really 
rubbery legs, I just slumped there on the bench for the longest time, 
trying to figure out what had just happened; and I was still feeling 
generally puny and physically devastated.  I heard the shower running; 
probably Donna, since I hadn't seen anybody else around when we 
came in.  I eventually peeled off my shorts and top, and wandered into 
the shower area myself, getting as far away as I could from where she 
was showering; clear around into the far corner in the back stall 
actually, out of her or anybody else's sight.  

And then, all alone in the back of the shower area, it all just kind of 
sank in all at once, how tired I was, the flashback again to her strong 
legs shredding my grip as she took me down in overtime, being rolled 
to my back and all.  And I pretty much knew then, I'm not dumb you 
know, that Donna had not only handed me my first, shocking defeat, 
but had also completely overpowered and pinned me in doing so. It all 
caved in on me, then; and I barely had washed and rinsed my hair 
before I dropped down to my butt with the bar of soap still in one hand. 
I  just sat there on the tiles with the spray coming down on me, feeling 
real sorry for myself, and doing more crying than cleaning, if you want 
to know the truth.  At some point, I was almost sobbing uncontrollably, 
though I was trying to stifle the sobs as best I could so Donna, or 
whomever else might be in there, wouldn't hear.

I was so lost in my own misery that I barely noticed somebody walking 
toward me until they were almost right on top of me.  It was Donna,  
and she didn't say a word to me, just turned the shower off and 
extended her hand to help me up.  I was more recovered then, 
physically at least, but I let her pull me up anyhow.  And then, and I 
really can't explain it even now, but I didn't resist, still sniffling and 
sobbing some, as she held me from behind and guided me out to the 
towel cart over in one corner.   She still hadn't said anything to me; and 
at that point I was starting to feel a little peeved that she'd interrupted 
my little private misery, and more than a little nervous about her 
silence, not to mention the obvious fact that we were both stark naked.  

Anyhow, I turned around to face her and started to say something like, 
'Thanks, I'll be okay now'; but Donna, who'd started to towel herself 
off, dropped her towel abruptly and cut me off, not harshly, but firmly 
replying, 'no, you still look a little pale and weak, here let me help you 
dry off'.  Deep down I resented that "pale and weak" comment; and I 
started to protest, mumbling, 'no, I'm fine', but Donna stayed right in 
my face, holding me by the shoulders actually, and I really did still feel 
a little light headed and puny still, kind of leaning shakily  against her 
outstretched arms.  Then she just pushed me back on to the towels 
stacked up on the cart, not a rough or vicious push, more like just 
firmly making me lay back right across the stack of towels.  And she 
grabbed another towel and started drying me off before I could think of 
a way to make her stop.

I gotta admit, I'd never been in a situation like that with another girl 
before, not that way without a stitch of clothing on, letting her towel me 
off no less.  And I was scared at first, not of her, but of the situation, 
not really wanting to know what she had in mind. Yet Donna was 
pretty gentle the way she toweled me off, starting with my legs, which 
were just kind of laid over the edge of the cart.   And, again, the truth 
is, as she wiped down my legs, lifting each one up in turn and holding 
it as she did so, she was almost massaging the tired muscles with her 
fingers; and, oooh this is really hard to say, but deep down it felt good.  
My legs were tingling when she finished with them, the feeling almost 
euphoric, and building in intensity, as Donna rubbed down my thighs 
and calves with the towel, rubbing much longer and harder than she 
needed merely to dry me off.  And I think at one point I even moaned 
quietly; I was so confused, parts of me scared shitless, not so much of 
the situation now, because I'd already let Donna lay me back on the 
towels with little resistance or further protest, but more so of how I was 
reacting to it all, why I wasn't resisting, all that stuff, and how it was 
making me feel.  Yeah, I was plenty scared, but a  big part of me just 
wanted to surrender to those other, more pleasurable, feelings. 

And yet, despite how really good a lot of it felt, I had pretty much 
decided I couldn't let this go on any longer.  I self-consciously covered 
up my breasts, which I'd just left bared to that point, with a towel, 
blushing quickly at how hard and distended my nipples had become.  I 
started to get up, saying something like, 'I gotta go'; but Donna 
suddenly got a little rougher, pushing me back, peeling the towel that 
I'd used to cover up with away from my chest, and then kind of barking 
down at me, 'is that all the thanks I get for helping you out and toweling 
you off?'  Now I was really scared of where this was going; but, instead 
of snapping back at her, I surprised myself by almost meekly 
apologizing to her instead.  I didn't know what she was trying to do, 
where she was headed, but I was having a hard time resisting, hard time 
saying, 'no more'. 

 And then it pretty much got totally out of control.  Donna softened 
quickly after I mumbled my apology.  She took the towel that had been 
covering my chest and moved up real close to the towel cart, wedging 
her legs in between mine, which were still draped over the edge of the 
cart.  She leaned over me while she wiped off my stomach, arms and 
then moved to my chest.   I tried to stop her when she started to dry off 
my breasts, raising my arms up to push her away, pleading with her not 
to touch me there. I remember feeling on one hand like an old 
fashioned prude, which maybe I mostly was before then; but another, 
maybe bigger, part of me felt like I imagined a cheap whore must feel , 
laying there all exposed and everything.  And I didn't even know if I 
really wanted to her to stop; in fact I was almost trembling with 
excitement and anticipation as I waited for that next touch on my 
breasts that I pretty much knew was coming very soon.    

But, anyhow, Donna ignored my half-hearted protests of course.  She 
laid the towel down over my tummy for a moment, grabbed my wrists 
firmly and pushed my arms back behind my head.  As she stretched 
over me, her big tits were almost touching my face for an instant. Her 
nipples were taut and swollen, and looked huge dangling right over my 
eyes; and down below I could feel the taut muscles in her legs pushing 
against my own legs, spreading them out wide.   Gawwwd, I couldn't 
believe what was happening to me, couldn't believe I was just laying 
there willingly letting her do these things to me, couldn't get a handle 
on just what I was feeling; but it was more raw pleasure than anything 
else, if you want to know the awful truth.  So I just lay there, arms 
draped behind my head, legs spread wide and still dangling over the 
cart's edge, while Donna, giggling some, and almost like a curious kid, 
gently squeezed my aching breasts, and even swirled her thumb right 
across the hard nubs of my jutting nipples.   Forget the prude part; I 
must have really looked like some cheap, slutty whore by then, felt like 
one for sure; but I didn't care. I was, moaning and squirming while she 
really got in to playing with my breasts.  They ached, my nipples were 
rock hard, and down further her thighs felt like red hot pokers; warm 
wet muscled wonders they were, turning me on something terrible as 
they pushed out against my own spread legs, which were pretty much 
melting away again. 

 I was moaning constantly, and loudly, by then, to the point where 
Donna had to tell me a couple times to quiet down a bit.  But I could 
barely hold it back, the moans that is, and the squirming.  I was tingling 
all over, felt like I was going to have a mind blowing orgasm right on 
the spot, and would have for sure if she'd even got close to my clit with 
her fingers or towel, by the time she finally pulled the towel back from 
my aching breasts and stepped back.  And, despite the fact I could still 
feel the orgasm looming so close, maybe because of that, I think I even 
felt a twinge of disappointment that that hot bod, her magic fingers, 
those fantastic, sleek, muscled legs, weren't swarming all over me still.  
It was kind of like she took me so close to the edge, and then backed 
off to let me linger there awhile; and, even though I'd never been with a 
women before, I felt kind of cheated that she didn't take me all the way 
over that edge, regardless of how embarrassing, maybe even 
humiliating, that might have been in that circumstance.  
 
Anyhow, Donna actually apologized this time, as I recall, for getting a 
little carried away.  But then she got back into it soon enough, grabbing 
my arm and literally dragging me off that towel cart.  I mean I was a 
real basket case, giddy, wobbly, the insides of my thighs were wet and 
steaming; and my nips were still hard as rocks and twitching.  I've only 
been with a few guys, sexually that is, and no women before that day; 
but no guy ever turned me on, no make that turned me absolutely inside 
out, like Donna did there in the locker room.   I was embarrassed to 
think it then, but not ashamed to admit it now.   And I kind of 
surrendered to the whole incredible moment, dropping to my knees 
right in front of her.  I was trembling, shaking uncontrollably almost; I 
was so turned on, and so scared still of what was happening, how I was 
feeling, about everything.    

And she didn't say a word then, just handed me a towel.  Slumped 
down as I was, I was staring right at those unbelievable legs.  I mean 
I'm not so modest that I won't admit I've got nice legs; heck lots of 
guys, and girls even, have told me that; and I've seen you staring at 
them more than once in the classes we've had together, Joey, so I know 
you like them pretty well.  And I gotta admit I  keep these babies in 
good shape, and I'm proud of how they look.  But Donna's, my 
gawwwwd; staring right at them, I couldn't help notice, for maybe the 
first time ever that they were actually a little bigger and more smoothly 
muscled than mine.  They were so damn sleek and  sexy it almost made 
me cry just looking at them.  I mean I'd never, and I do mean never, 
looked at another girl's legs in that way before; but I couldn't stop 
staring at them.  They just blew me away, especially thinking back to 
how those same, awesome legs had swallowed mine up late in our 
match. 

And then, without a word being said by either of us, I started to towel 
those amazing legs off.  As I worked on each leg in turn, Donna flexed 
her thighs, calves, hamstrings, really pumping them up.  I could feel the 
muscles harden and bulge out; and, damn, there's no other way to put 
this, it was an incredible rush feeling all that power pulsing through my 
fingers.  I'm not ashamed to admit I was soon doing more massaging 
and groping than actually drying with that towel.  And I almost lost it 
again, right on the spot, especially when I noticed a new dampness 
appearing on the insides of her heavenly thighs, and heard her sighing 
above me. It was strange, still seems strange actually, but right there 
and then, particularly in the position I was in, kneeling in front of her, 
of all people this younger woman that had overpowered and pinned me 
at the end of our wrestling match, that I was pleased, no make that 
terribly aroused, by being able to pleasure her some while rubbing 
down those strong, beautiful legs of hers. 

Yes, it was still doing something terrible to me, terrible in mostly a 
good way I mean . Donna was merely sighing appreciatively, maybe 
panting just a bit, but much more in control than I was.  For I was 
panting and moaning urgently, and shuddering again on the ragged 
edge of you know what.  At some point, I don't really remember when, 
I'd even dropped the towel and was just holding on to one flexing thigh 
with my bare fingers, gasping and moaning at the electric sensations 
rippling through me.  I knew I was just seconds away from that orgasm 
that had been building and building inside me when Donna gently 
pulled her leg back from my groping fingers, I was so lost in whatever 
was taking hold of me then that I just kind of slumped forward and laid 
the side of my face against her nearest leg to keep from collapsing to 
the tiles, with my arms dangling by my sides now, while I tried to 
recover my wits about me.  Donna was no longer flexing, but damn 
those big, sexy thighs still felt so wonderful against my face, so supple 
and smooth, and, relaxed as they were, terribly comforting as well right 
then.  

Donna held me gently there, her hand on the back of my head, neither 
of us saying a word; as I slowly drifted back from that "ragged edge".  
And then I remember this still, very clearly; Donna finally broke the 
silence, patting my head and whispering, "you know it was a big turn 
on working you over out on the mat; especially as I felt you give up 
there at the end.  And this wasn't too bad either.  I think you liked it too, 
didn't you, hun?"

 I must admit, even in the state I was in at the time, that I got a little 
peeved at her calling me "hun" and saying I "gave up".  I mean, here 
was this young freshman, still a teenager, calling me, a 22 year old 
senior about to graduate, "hun".  It didn't sound right, and I didn't like 
the implication that I gave up during our match.  Even though I still felt 
very vulnerable in my present condition, still kneeling in front of her 
like that, and after all the other stuff that had just gone on, I pulled my 
head away from her leg, tilted my head up and protested, saying 
something like, "please don't call me hun; gawwd you're just a kid and 
it sounds funny having some teenager call me hun.  And for your 
information I didn't GIVE UP during the match!"  I could sense Donna 
kind of stiffening a little as I stared up at her, and then she just pulled 
my head back toward her nearest leg, held my face firmly against the 
big, warm thigh muscle of hers, which was getting hard again  as her 
whole body tensed up.  I was really getting nervous about the whole 
situation now, more than a little afraid of what she might do to me; 
because I could tell she was tensed up, and I knew, especially at that 
moment, that I was  really vulnerable, that she was much stronger than 
me, and might really rough me up if we were to get in a fight just then. 
I was trying to think of ways to calm her down, but I was a basket case, 
mute and trembling. I was shaking like a leaf, actually, hating myself 
for feeling that way, but almost cowering in fright beneath her.

There was a long pause then, with neither of us saying anything; Donna 
was still tensed up, and I was still trembling on my knees. Then Donna 
spoke, her voice was a little edgy as I recall, fingers spread and 
pressing tight against the back of my head, as she said, "listen, HUN, I 
can call you anything I want.  I won, remember?  This YOUNG KID  
whupped your ass but good!  You used to the champ, but I got a real 
thrill taking you down, making you QUIT!"  I was still shaking like a 
leaf, almost sobbing now, unable to fathom the idea that I'd QUIT, as 
Donna had implied.  And my voice was cracking, as I remember it, 
when I almost whimpered back, "no no, it may have looked that way, 
but, I didn't quit; it's just.."  "Just what?", Donna interrupted, and I 
had to really work to choke out my reply, something like, "It's just that 
I was so tired, couldn't hold you off.  I didn't quit; gawwwd, Donna, 
you were just too strong for me and I  had nothing left.  Your legs 
killed me" 

 "Kind of like they KILLED you, or rather SLAYED you, just now", I 
remember her laughingly saying just then; and she softened her posture 
almost instantly just as she was laughing down at me, her fingers no 
longer clenched tightly against my head, even stroking my hair some.  
And I remember I stopped shaking quite so bad then, too; though I was 
still afraid of her, of what she could do to me if she got mad again that 
is.   I whispered back at her now, something like, "no, just now, this 
was different than out on the mat".  Donna smirked down at me again, 
while still stroking my hair, "yeah I guess it was. Just now my legs 
simply turned you on something terrible, didn't they HUN? Out there, 
on the mat, the real KILLING was done, I guess. It was more about real 
power and wrestling superiority out there on the mat, wasn't it, HUN?" 

 I still didn't like the HUN part, but now I felt I couldn't really do 
anything about it.  So I stayed quiet, nodded my head dumbly, agreeing 
with her, the awful truth starting to sink in.  It really was about power 
and wrestling superiority, as she had said.  I'd been whupped, pure and 
simple, by a younger, better, stronger wrestler.  And yes, her legs had 
turned me on something terrible, as she'd said.  My mute nod pretty 
much said it all; and Donna and I both realized that.  But what I didn't 
tell her, but maybe she'd already figured it out, anyhow, was that a big 
part of what turned me on about her legs just then, having them pressed 
up against and spreading mine out while she rubbed down my chest; 
then as I rubbed those awesome legs down while she flexed the 
muscles against my groping fingers; what really turned me on the 
most,, if you want to know the truth, was that I remembered how those 
same legs had worked me over, completely dominated my own weary 
legs, at the end of our match.  So there really was  some connection 
between being KILLED on the mat, and then being SLAIN in  the 
locker room by Donna's awesome legs  One kind of added to the other, 
if you know what I mean.  .

Anyhow, Donna continued to just hold my head tight against that big, 
broad thigh of hers, her hand stroking the back of my head the whole 
time; and she flexed her thigh muscle again.  And all the old stirrings, 
the tingling, new wetness down in my crotch and inside my own thighs, 
started up again, and I was newly slain all over again by those 
incredible legs.  I mean, if she'd asked me to kiss those big, beautiful 
thighs right then and there, I probably would have. As it was, Donna 
just stood there, not saying a word, but I was trembling with desperate 
desire as I brought both hands up and stroked the smooth, taut muscles 
on the back of her leg. It was something I just had to do  At that very 
moment, those damn legs were all I could think about; and I couldn't 
keep my hands off them.

 And when Donna  quietly goaded me, saying, "you admit it then, Jen, 
even though I'm quite a bit younger than you, I am the better, stronger 
wrestler, aren't I?" There was nothing more I could do or say, except to 
tearfully admit, truthfully, "yes, Donna, you're stronger than me, 
gawwd don't I know that now; and, yes, not just stronger, but a better 
wrestler too."   There, I'd said it,  as she'd practically demanded I do.. 
And as soon as I said that, Joey, hanging on to her leg as I was, and 
with that big, warm thigh pressed to my face; well I almost came again, 
right on the spot. I was so hot and aroused by it all, by what I'd gone 
through there in the locker room,  what those legs were doing to me,  
kneeling there and admitting to her that she was the superior wrestler.  
It all just about blew me away!  

Only Donna pulling away fairly quickly after I spilled out most 
everything to her, saved me the embarrassment of having that massive 
orgasm right in front of her. That would come later in the week, as you 
know, heh heh.  
     

(Joey reconnects after Jenny's long, rambling monologue).

Needless to say I was not in too good of shape myself, trying my best 
to stifle a monstrous hard-on as Jenny finished her rambling 
monologue.   But I forced myself to gently ask a few questions then, 
starting with, "Jenny, if you don't mind me asking, I assume then that 
you were pretty much emotionally spent when you went back to wrestle 
Merrie later that day; is that why she beat you so easily, or did you just 
make a bad mistake?"

  Jenny laughed nervously, replied, "yeah, I guess you can say that; I 
was a wreck, to put it mildly, the rest of that day.  Looking back, the 
only mistake I made was thinking I could pull it together enough to 
give Merrie a good match.  Obviously I couldn't, not in the condition I 
was in.  I mean the loss to Donna, once it sank in, hurt bad; and then 
there was all that other stuff that followed, in the locker room that is.  
Mentally I wasn't ready for such a tough match just then, really wasn't 
ready to wrestle at all.  And Merrie must have realized it; she's smart 
and cagey and strong and aggressive, and technically as good a wrestler 
as there is out there, including myself.  Yeah, she came right at me this 
time and took it to me from the opening whistle and never really gave 
me a chance to get it together.  And when she flipped me early in the 
second round, THAT was probably the first time I ever QUIT in a 
match.  I was so discouraged, and confused, by everything that had 
gone on earlier, that I just QUIT, let myself be pinned without even 
trying to get out of it.   But that was just the official end of the match.  I 
was pretty much beaten before we even started, yes I was."
 
Poor Jenny, who'd been almost sullen and non-communicative for so 
many weeks after her sudden collapse in the wrestling tournament, was 
suddenly talking non-stop.  I guess the wine, she was on her third or 
fourth glass by then, and she wasn't normally a heavy drinker, had 
something to do with that.  Anyhow, I pressed the issue some, asking,
 "you said against Merrie was the first time you'd quit in a match; but 
you also said Donna got into it with you about you quitting in your 
earlier match with her.  Was there really a difference between the two.  
Did you really just give up against Merrie, but not against Donna?"  I 
was reaching, more than I should have, into an obvious sensitive area; 
and  Jenny rightfully looked a little peeved now, snapping irritably, 
"Joey, I don't appreciate the tone of that question." 

 But then, softening, she continued, "no, to repeat what I said earlier, 
and despite what Donna thought, I didn't quit against her.  Anyhow, I 
know it may have looked that way, that I gave up that is, especially in 
overtime; when she totally dominated me and pinned me so easily.  But 
the truth is, as I told you already, she just plain BEAT ME.  She was 
way stronger than me, and the better wrestler, when it counted most, at 
the end.   It hurts me some still to admit that, but it's the truth.  It was 
plenty humiliating, seeing it on video replays and thinking about it 
later, sure it was, the way it ended that is; with me just lying there face 
down, then flopping over like a ragdoll when she lifted my arm and 
rolled me so easily to my back for the pin. It may have appeared that I 
quit on her, but the honest to gawd truth is I had nothing left, 
NOTHING!  I really was limp, a ragdoll if you must.   I had worked too 
hard early in the match, trying to pin her even; that's my style you 
know, going all-out for a big lead and hopefully a pin to cap another 
victory.  But it didn't work against Donna, who is so strong and has 
really developed so fast in her wrestling skills.  Even when I built an 
early lead, in the first round as you recall, getting her in that head and 
arm for a five point move, I couldn't hold the pin position, couldn't hold 
her down.  She may have been the only girl I've wrestled who could 
power out of that hold.  I knew then, after she did just that, escaped an 
almost certain pin, that is, that she was going to be a handful.   And as 
the match went on, she really was so strong it wore me out more than I 
care to admit just trying to hold her down, to prevent a reversal, when I 
was in the up position.   I'd pretty much figured out I couldn't pin her 
by the time the third round started; then when she reversed me with a 
minute left, I knew I was in trouble.  Donna was simply too fresh, too 
strong down the stretch.  Her legs just killed me, took over and 
dominated every move I tried to make.  When she turned me at the end 
of regulation, for the two point predicament that tied the match, it was a 
pure strength move that I don't think I've ever been able to manage that 
late in a match myself. And that move there, not the overtime stuff that 
I barely remember, except for what I've seen on video, was when she 
basically finished me off.  I was so tired then there was no way I could 
stop her when she just muscled me over, pure and simple; and I'd never 
felt so helpless in a match before in my life than I did at that very 
moment.  No, I was trying, Joey, really I was, right to the end, but  I 
just got beat by a better wrestler, period." 

 Jenny was done talking now, for the moment, looking almost relieved 
that she'd gotten this all off her chest, probably for the first time ever 
since this whole bizarre sequence of events started.  I was wondering 
about the video replays now, curious as to who had the video and who 
had shown it to Jenny. But I decided she'd unloaded enough and I didn't 
ask that question.  Yet I had to open my mouth once more, asking, 
"Jenny, I don't mean to pry, but this has been bugging me for so long I 
gotta ask, why did you go to the wrestling room that day, especially 
after all that happened the week before?  I mean it looked like you 
weren't surprised at seeing Linda there; and you knew she was probably 
gunning for you; and then there was all that stuff with Donna.  I figure 
that's the last place you'd want to be just then."

" I guess I could ask you much the same thing, Joey," she responded, 
"but from what I've heard from around campus and saw there that day, 
I've pretty much figured out on my own why YOU were there". 

 There was more uncomfortable squirming on my part; and once again I 
was glad she didn't press that issue.  No, this day belonged to Jenny, 
and she wasn't about to stop getting everything, well most everything, 
off her chest.  So she continued, "well, of course, Donna called me, hit 
me up with the idea of getting together, even mentioned she thought 
you'd be there, and Linda too.  And maybe it wasn't the smartest thing 
for me to do,  to go there that is, after everything that had happened 
already.  But, because of what had happened, I wasn't really thinking 
too clearly then.  I was confused, sorting a lot of things out in my head.  
Yet, even at that, my first reaction, and I told Donna this, was, no way 
was I gonna do this.  But she kept pushing, but gently; she was real 
accommodating mostly, encouraging even, saying as how she was 
personally disappointed that she and I didn't have a chance to meet 
again in the tournament final, for the championship.  She stroked me a 
little bit, my ego that is, telling me that if she was going to win the 
championship that week, she really wanted to beat the defending 
champion, me, in the title match; and that she knew that wasn't a sure 
thing, even after defeating me in the round robin.  And she said Merrie 
was kind of the consolation prize as far as a finals opponent went; and 
that she, Donna, really wasn't as up for that match as she would have 
been for me, using that almost as an excuse for why she'd lost the 
match.  She was certainly confident in herself, gave me the impression 
she still thought she could beat me in a rematch; but she was pumping 
me up a little too, if you know what I mean."  

I nodded. Jenny continued, "Anyhow,, like I said my head was still 
swimming with a bunch of issues, the shocking loss to Donna, me 
quitting in the match with Merrie later that same day, letting myself be 
pinned with half the student body watching.  That was embarrassing.  
And then being a no show for what should have been my last 
intramural match as a college athlete, against Linda.  And, of course, 
there was all that stuff with Donna in the locker room; big confusion 
there!  But still, Donna asked again if I was gonna go, to the wrestling 
room.  And again I said I didn't think so.  Then she added, 'is it JJ? If it 
is, don't worry, he ain't gonna be around, he's out of town the rest of the 
week.'  I was kinda puzzled by the JJ reference.  Then she asked 
something really strange and troubling, "are you afraid of wrestling 
Linda, hun?;  or afraid of me maybe?"  Now that kind of pissed me off 
and clouded my mind all at once.  As soon as I heard the HUN part and 
then the word AFRAID, I had this instant flashback to me trembling on 
my knees in the locker room, being both turned on as I held on to her 
legs, and scared too of what she was going to do to me just then.  So 
my head was really swimming when I stammered something like, 'huh? 
I ain't afraid of you or Linda, or anybody else, and please don't call me 
hun, for gawds sake!'  And she surprised me again, first apologizing for 
the hun remark, and kind of challenged me at the same time, telling me 
to show up then and prove it.  She called me Jen, then, not Hun.  I 
figured by proving it she meant prove that I wasn't afraid of wrestling 
Linda, wasn't afraid of confronting her either. And I said yes, just like 
that; yes, I'd be there.    Oh, I had plenty of second thoughts about it, 
even after that, but basically by then I kind of felt committed, Joey.  
But it wasn't really about Linda, or JJ, or even you, Joey, it was pretty 
much all about Donna.  I had to show up there mostly to sort out what I 
was feeling, and hopefully to prove that what happened in the locker 
room was just a fluke, a passing thing that I was bound and determined 
not to repeat.  So I went there that day, needing to find out a few things, 
mostly about myself. 

I nodded at here, took another swig and  stammered, somewhat 
nervously,  "but Jen, it still bothers me that you just accepted it all so 
meekly, letting Donna dominate you in the leg grappling warm-up, and 
then all that stuff with Linda, her scoring all those points, putting you 
in and out of pin holds and such; she and Donna just toying with you, 
both on and off the mat.  Why did you let them do that stuff to you?"

Jenny shifted uncomfortably for a moment, took another big gulp of 
wine, stared at me blankly, responded, "I could ask you the same thing, 
Joey; not about Linda so much, but how you let Donna walk all over 
you; but I imagine the answer would be about the same." Now, I was 
doing the squirming, and the gulping, as she added, "anyhow, here's 
how I look at it from my perspective.  I showed up there kind of 
naively thinking at first, maybe wanting to believe, that it really was 
going to be harmless, a fun scrimmage, maybe a way to reconnect with 
the real world after being a virtual recluse most of the week. I also just 
had to see Donna again, as I've said, to sort out how I was feeling about 
her, maybe talk with her some.  That's why I got there early, so that we 
could be alone for just a bit to hash things out, mostly about the locker 
room and stuff like that.  And Donna, after she'd kind of suggested to 
Liz that Liz should go wait out in the hall to let the other in, well Donna 
surprised me by apologizing right up front.  She called me Jen, none of 
this Hun stuff, and actually apologized for getting carried away in the 
locker room.  And I apologized too; and I remember she laughed then, 
said something like, 'oh right, getting on your knees and groping my 
legs; well, apology accepted ,Jen, but I kinda took it as a compliment 
too'.  And I remember I blushed then, but I was also pretty comfortable 
with where we were at right then.  Donna even allowed as how that was 
the first time for her, too; that she'd been curious, of course, but had 
never done even that much before with another girl; and that she 
regretted it now, that she was still pretty hung up on the guys, JJ in 
particular.   I wanted to believe her, did believe her at that point."

Jenny took another gulp, continued, "so anyhow, Donna and I seemed 
to be working things out between us; getting friendly being together, 
but not aroused or anything; and she was the one who kind of 
suggested maybe we should warm up with the legs.  I had a few 
misgivings at that, but not many, and there was also a little competitive 
spark left in me then. That's why I was ready to wrestle Linda for sure; 
and really why I agreed to the leg wrestling warm-up with Donna as 
well.  I thought I could prove myself all over again, thought that my 
quickness and agility, my strengths as you know, could counter-act her 
advantage in leg size and strength.  But then we peeled off our warm-
ups and got together out on the mat; and, gawwd, even that early on I 
couldn't help staring at her body, hanging out of that skimpy little black 
number as it was; and those gorgeous legs, of course, big distraction!  
But, despite all that, I tried to bear down, to concentrate on showing her 
what I could do. Donna was nice and gentle at first, kind of like she 
was during most of our little session in the locker room.  But right 
away, when we started playfully tussling at first with the legs, we 
weren't even keeping score in the beginning, I sensed she was getting 
more aggressive, more competitive.  So I kicked in my competitive 
juices as well, which I'd planned to do at some point all along."

Jenny finished her current glass; I poured her another as she continued,  
"Anyhow, we'd kind of evenly split the early leg grapples, horsing 
around and all, which restored some of my confidence for sure; then 
Donna suggested we keep score; first to 10, or something like that.  
And I agreed; frankly the juices, competitive and otherwise, were 
starting to flow real good by then.  That had something to do with it 
too, even if I was already starting to sense the danger signals.  But  I 
pretty much tried to shut them out, the danger signals that is.  Believe 
me, Joey, I really tried to, wanted to, win that leg contest.  But Donna 
wasn't about to concede anything.  Pretty soon, we were both going at 
it, hard! Gawwwd, could I feel the heat, feel the muscular tension in 
both of our legs, when we first locked up for real and every time after 
that for the most part.  Then, when she pushed ahead, I could tell she 
was getting turned on more and more every time she got a pin down; 
and I was starting to feel real weird; panicky, yet strangely turned on 
too as I fell further behind. Her leg strength was starting to make a big 
difference, just as it had when we wrestled; and a lot of the self 
doubting, even the feelings I'd had back in the locker room earlier in 
the week, were coming back.  I tried to fight through it, her, the 
feelings that were flooding back through me. I mean, I was still trying, 
really I was; even though her right leg was overpowering mine almost 
every time at the point you and then Linda showed up and we took a 
little break.  But then I got a little hopeful when we switched to the left 
legs, because I'm a lefty and Donna seemed a little uncoordinated with 
that leg at first.  But she adapted quickly, and pretty soon it was pure 
power and aggression that did me in again, even with the left legs.  The 
funny thing was, she seemed to get stronger, more aggressive when she 
was aroused, and I was just the opposite. I melted.  And gawwwd, after 
I'd won a couple grapples with our left legs right off, we had that long, 
drawn out struggle, where I thought I had her several times; but she 
wouldn't quit, kept battling back, finally taking control and then 
slamming my left leg down.  And that was it! I mean that was really 
IT!"

I looked at her, innocently asking, "what do you mean that was IT?"  
Jenny took a big gulp, poured herself another glass of wine, and fairly 
rasped out the words this time,  "Joey, I mean I CAME right then and 
there.  I couldn't handle it.  I'd given it everything I had, with my left 
leg, my stronger leg, even.  But she, those legs, were just too damn 
strong; she outlasted me, started to bend my leg back and down, but 
slowly, too slowly, for my own good!  She knew me had me, but I 
really think she was already toying with me as she slowly pressed me 
down, prolonging the inevitable, enjoying it to no end; she as much as 
told me that later; as I fought that losing battle, my overpowered leg 
slowly collapsing beneath her mighty muscled leg.  My left leg was 
pure rubber by then, shaking and trembling uncontrollably; and I was 
feeling really strange, weak and helpless, but almost giddy as well.  
And then in one big rush my leg gave way completely, slammed down 
to the mat and helplessly pinned beneath hers. And I lost it too, right on 
the spot.  My whole body kind of shuddered and jerked, and I felt a 
warm flood down in my crotch.  I was trying my best to stifle a gasp as 
it happened, with my leg twitching on its own even as it lay smothered 
under that big, beautiful leg of hers." 

 I asked, incredulously this time, "you had an orgasm, right then? I had 
no idea"  She nodded, rasped again, "not the mind blowing one I had 
later, mind you,  but yes, I did; and Donna, at least, realized it right 
away. She was close enough to hear me stifle that gasp, and  she felt me 
shudder and twitch as we lay for a moment with our legs entangled. 
Then, before we untangled, she smiled at me as she lightly brushed one 
hand across my left thigh and felt the hot, sticky dampness herself.  
And she whispered in my ear me before she pulled away, 'it seems you 
can't handle me Hun, and, yes, this time I'm gonna make you quit, for 
real!'  And she was right; I couldn't handle her! Everything kind of 
flowed from there."

I was almost flowing by then, myself, my pants all tented up, manhood 
twitching excitedly.  But I held it in, barely, and asked, incredulously, 
"flowed from there? You mean ?"   She cut me off, "Yes, Joey, 
FLOWED from there; " and then, with tears really flowing, running 
down her cheek, she added, her voice catching at times, "what I mean 
is, well, it was pretty much total meltdown then.  The juices were 
flowing, constantly, every time she pinned my legs down from then on. 
My legs were like warm mush, all slicked down and useless against her 
awesome power.  She continued toying with me, holding one big leg up 
there like a stone pillar, a warm, wet one at that; and my rubbery legs 
pawed uselessly at her mighty legs until she decided it was time to 
flatten them, again.  The last time, when it was all over, and she kind of 
rolled up on top of me, pinning my whole body to the mat; and believe 
me it was just short of mind blowing that time, the orgasm was, that is:, 
she kept on whispering in my ear, things like, ' I think you just Quit, 
Hun'; 'You're mine now, Jen'; and 'now you're going to submit, 
Completely, ya horny little slut!', every time she flexed those awesome 
legs against my smothered leg and pinned body.  And I could only 
shudder and tremble and whimper in total surrender.  Gawwwd, Joey, 
she had me, really had me, right then and there!" 

I was almost crying with my luscious, vulnerable, still oh so sexy 
classmate as I asked, "you mean she called you a horny little slut? And 
you were okay with that, you just let her?"  "Yes, Joey", Jenny sobbed, 
"besides you heard her later on when she really got worked up.  She 
called you a bunch of stuff too, as I recall.  But yes, I let her call me a 
slut.  And, gawwwd I really felt like one, must have looked like one 
just then, too.  I mean I was laid out on my back, legs spread wide, my 
crotch and thighs sopping wet, sticky and absolutely humming.  What 
else would you call it?"  

I couldn't answer, really couldn't answer. But Jenny just kept pouring it 
out, adding, "and that's why you saw me acting that way from then on.  
I was gone, really gone, had no resistance left, for Donna, or Linda 
even.  I orgasmed almost every time Linda put me in a pin hold; and, of 
course, several times when Mistress, I mean Donna, was playing with 
me, and you too, after that..  Gawwd, when she held me tight and then 
let me slowly slide down her muscled leg, that was it, that's when the 
big one, the monster orgasm that dwarfed all those baby ones I'd had 
earlier, hit me.  I was history!" 

 I started to ask, "Mistress?". But Jenny cut me off, snapping, "Forget I 
said that, Joey, it was just a slip, okay?".  I nodded, and she continued, 
"let's just say I was too far down the road by that time, if you know 
what I mean.  Donna was getting rougher and more aggressive, and I 
was helplessly aroused all the more by her, by the way she was acting, 
by what she doing to me, dominating my every move and thought.  
Strange as it may sound,  it seemed the natural thing to do; give in, that 
is. I mean my body had already surrendered, surrendered over and over 
again actually, with all those small orgasms, and then the one, 
monstrous one at the end.  And with my body all but owned by Donna, 
really owned; I mean she totally overpowered me, could do anything 
she wanted with me, and did; it was easy and natural for the rest of me, 
to follow.  That day, I'm not ashamed to admit it, I completely, 
willingly submitted to a stronger, superior young woman."  "And it was 
pretty much all Donna, believe me" she added; "Linda was just there, 
exploiting what Donna, that incredible body, those stunning legs, her 
aggressiveness, even her arousal at dominating me, had opened up 
inside me."  

I was all but done in, myself, now; and, thankfully, Jenny wrapped 
things up by adding, "Look Joey, it was hard for me to say some of this 
stuff.  And, even though I snapped at you a few times, I appreciate you 
letting me unload on you some tonight; someday maybe you and I will 
go over to Donna's place together, and maybe you'll understand a bit 
better where I'm AT, right now; fair enough?"  I again nodded my head, 
dumbstruck, virtually speechless, and aching enough to know just what 
it was that Donna and Jenny apparently had going right now to know 
that some day I would probably take Jenny up on her offer.  But it 
wasn't going to be that day; that's for sure.  I'd squirmed enough, got 
too hot and bothered already just hearing poor Jenny, still a Goddess in 
so many ways to me, pour out her heart to me about all those things I'd 
been wondering about, and more. 

 I gave her a light peck on the cheek, and left then, my own head 
swimming maybe as much as poor Jenny's must have been back there 
in the locker room that day, and out on the wrestling mats later that 
same week.  I'd already seen my former wrestling goddess turned into a 
startlingly submissive plaything for that strong, sexy Freshman, Donna, 
in a matter of days; and now, months later, Jenny had finally provided a 
lot of, but not all, the answers to the questions that had been bugging 
me for so long.  Maybe some day I'd find out the rest.  And to do that, I 
realized with a gulp, I would have to go with Jenny, as she'd suggested, 
over to Donna's place.

 
(to be continued?)