Sisters, Part Two
by brooksie brooksie@pacificcoast.net
My girlfriend learns to wrestle.


Being a gentleman of discretion, I'm reluctant to provide details of what
happened once my girlfriend Lisa and her sister Tammy escorted me into the
bedroom. Suffice it to say I saw a side of Lisa I hadn't known existed. She
also showed no qualms whatsoever about allowing Tammy to dominate me sexually,
as she had in our wrestling match earlier. Tammy was explaining that the
advantage to women in being able to out-wrestle their sexual partners is that
it establishes who controls the lovemaking.

"It's wonderful to find a man with a sexually submissive nature who gets off
on a woman taking control in the bedroom," Tammy said. "Lots of men aren't
even aware of that side of themselves or if they are, they feel it's somehow
wrong to acknowledge it. Defeating them in an equal contest of strength and
skill, especially one that involves as much body contact as wrestling, breaks
down those barriers and helps a man discover his true sexual nature. It's
great for women because they get to teach their partners to please them
exactly as they want without having to worry about coming across as some kind
of ball-busting bitch. They get to maximize their capacity for sexual pleasure
and the men find that, if they are true sexual submissives, their pleasure is
vastly heightened as well because they now have what they've secretly wanted
all along: a strong, muscular woman who can force them, physically if
necessary, to obey her."

Tammy delivered this lecture with her legs wrapped loosely around my head as I
lay on my stomach, face in her crotch. Although somewhat preoccupied, I
managed to take in every word. Lisa was sitting on the back of my legs
massaging my back and looking down at her sister who lay propped up of a
couple of fat pillows, hands laced behind her head. She was obviously paying
close attention to her sister, although perhaps not quite as close as I was.

Over the next few days I didn't see much of either one of them. I was working
a lot and they were practically living at the gym. When they were home, it was
usually to sleep or practice wrestling. I was strictly banned from those
sessions as Tammy had a few tricks of the trade that were for Lisa's ears
only. As Lisa later told me, it's one thing for a woman for a woman to simply
outmuscle a guy as Tammy had done with me, but for most women, pure strength
is not the way to win at wrestling. They need to be faster and more
knowledgeable, using leverage and judo-based concepts that turn their
opponent's weight advantage against them and they need to wrestle smarter.
Tammy told her it's a lot like chess. The best players are always thinking
several moves ahead of themselves, looking at the options their opponent has
and planning what they'll do in each case. If a woman knows exactly what holds
and moves to use in any given situation, she can usually beat a stronger
opponent, especially if she takes the initiative and keeps them on the
defensive. If she gets caught in a hold and can't find a way out she should
submit, save her strength and learn from the experience. Another strategy that
proved invaluable to Lisa was the idea of prioritizing holds. Certain holds
are more effective to use at the beginning of the match because they impair
the opponent in subsequent falls. They create weak spots that make for an easy
target and causes the opponent to spend too much physical and mental energy
protecting themselves. The figure four leglock is an example, as is the
armbar. Lisa eventually came to master both of those holds.

A week later Tammy flew back to California and Lisa and my relationship
returned to normal. Well, sort of. Tammy's words in the bedroom that night had
struck a chord in me. I had always been deeply drawn to muscular women and
would stare at pictures in bodybuilding magazines or follow a woman with
muscular calves for blocks out of my way. So I had mixed feelings about Lisa
throwing herself into the bodybuilding program Tammy had set up for her at the
expense of spending time with me. She had always worked out, but now she was
on a pretty intensive regimen. Sexually, we weren't as frequent as we used to
be, with Lisa often saying she was too tired and needed sleep. She also spent
many hours studying video tapes of wrestling matches Tammy sent her. We later
enjoyed watching those tapes together but, for now, she wouldn't let me see
them. Meanwhile and opportunity came up for me to teach in Japan. It was a
lucrative contract but it meant I'd be gone for nine months. I called Lisa to
see if she was free for dinner that night and we discussed it. At one point
she looked at me earnestly and said, "Before I say anything else, I want to
apologize. I know I've been ignoring you lately and it's been making me feel
guilty. I'm actually relieved you have this offer. You get to travel, make a
lot of money and, when you come back I think our relationship is going to be
better that it ever was." We wound up having a warm, tender, loving night
together. A couple of weeks later she drove me to the airport and I was off.

Japan was wonderful. I was in a smaller town in the northern, mountainous part
of the country. The school and the kids were great. Twice I flew to Tokyo for
a weekend of big city action and on one occasion found myself in a club
featuring nude female wrestling. The girls were fast, strong and highly
acrobatic and they put on a fantastic show that left me quite aroused. At the
end of my contract I made a two-week visit to Australia and by the time I flew
home from Sydney, I had been gone for nearly ten months. I arrived mid-morning
when Lisa was at work, so I phoned her there while I waited for my bags. We
arranged to have dinner at her place, then I took a cab home and slept for
several hours. I arrived at Lisa's place and felt like running up the stairs
to her apartment, I was so excited. We kissed passionately for several
minutes, leaning against the inside of her apartment door. Eventually we
settled down and went into the kitchen. Lisa had everything prepared and on
the stove so we poured some wine and sat down. I told her about my trip and
she caught me up on the news from home. She was wearing jeans and a
loose-sleeved blouse but I still noticed she seemed bigger that I remembered,
especially around the shoulders.

Dinner was great and it was so good to be with her again. Of course, I
couldn't wait to have sex, but I was letting Lisa take the lead. After we ate,
we sat down on the couch in the living room and Lisa began telling me about
her wrestling experiences. She'd gone to visit her sister a couple of months
after I'd left. Tammy had started a company and was making her own wrestling
videos and Lisa had sat in on the filming of several matches. While she was
there, one of the participants had failed to show up for her match. Rather
than cancel the session, Tammy asked Lisa if she felt like filling in. Her
opponent was a 17-year-old high school cheerleader who was a reletive newcomer
to the sport and had only made one other video. Lisa had watched it and wasn't
terribly impressed. Besides, she was six inches taller and fifteen pounds
heavier, so she agreed to wrestle the girl. Unfortunately for her, that video
had been made several months before and this girl had been practising
constantly with her boyfriend, who was champion high school wrestler. She had
improved tremendously and the combination of that, plus overconfidence of
Lisa's part proved to be her undoing. Lisa showed me the tape. The high school
girl, whose name was Amanda, took Lisa completely apart. She was fast and sure
of her moves and was able to take Lisa down quite easliy. Once on the mat,
height and weight advntages are neutralized and Amanda made short work of
Lisa, defeating her three falls straight. She made it look easy and had a big
smile on her face for much of the match.

After the third submission Amanda dragged her conquest over to one of the
cameras and sat on her back. Then she hooked Lisa's arms over her short,
muscular thighs and gripped her under the chin. She lifted Lisa's head until
she faced right into the camera, then bent forward and whispered in Lisa's
ear. She then leaned back and put pressure on the hold causing Lisa to cry out
in pain.

"Say it!" commanded Amanda. "Say it to the camera or I'll make this hurt a lot
more!"

Lisa looked tearfully into the camera and said "I submit to Amanda, who is the
superior woman and beg her to show me mercy."

With that, Amanda released the hold, stood up, did a backflip and posed with
her bare foot atop Lisa's head, lightly pressing her sobbing face into the
mat. The tape is being sold under the title "Lisa Learns A Lesson". After
receiving congratulations from Tammy, Amanda came over to Lisa and apologized
for the final humiliation scene.

"It's just that there are so many videos out there. You need something special
to help sell them and I really need the money to pay for college."

Lisa had regained some of her composure and was stretching out some of the
stiffness caused by Amanda's powerful holds.

"It's OK, I understand." said Lisa "You're a great wrestler. You beat me fair
and square. I could learn a lot from you."

They began to talk and, with Tammy's encouragement, Lisa spent several hours
practising with Amanda and her boyfriend. Tammy arranged for lessons with some
of the more experienced wrestlers she had worked with and the trip turned into
a sort of wrestling camp for Lisa. Tammy also delivered a stern lecture to her
sister about overconfidence.

"That," she said, "can defeat you faster than anything your opponent does."

When Lisa got home she began looking for someone to practice with and talked
four of her friends into forming a little wrestling club for fun and exercise.
They got together once a week to learn holds and have practice matches.

"Wow" I said "you've really gotten into this."

"I told you I wanted to wrestle. Besides, Tammy wants me to do another video
for her, a rematch with Amanda."

"After what she did to you in that video?" I asked incredulously.

"That tape has been my strongest incentive," Lisa said solemly.

"I know how much better I have to get and how much smarter I need to wrestle.
And I sure won't be underestimating her next time. Besides, I've put on 10
lbs. of solid muscle since you last saw me."

That was all I could stand. I was practically panting and looked at her with
pleading eyes.

"Show me."

Lisa wriggled out of her jeans. She had always had nicely muscled legs but now
they were cut more and looked harder. Her quads were a lot more defined and I
didn't recall her rear thighs flexing that way.

"Now for the real surprise," she stated, and let her unbuttoned shirt drop to
the floor, which is pretty much what my jaw did. Her shoulders had muscle I'd
never seen before. Her lats flared out, accentuating her tight waist, giving
her torso a V-shaped taper. Even her arms showed a nice, round bicep, not huge
but very hard-looking. Perhaps the most impressive was her tricep muscle. It
was very prominent, even unflexed and not something a lot of women have. I
felt a surge of sexual energy tear through me. My tall, beautiful girlfriend
was becoming a muscle goddess! In a flash my clothes were off and we made love
right there on the living room floor. Later on, we made our way to the bedroom
and found a second wind before falling into an exhausted, blissful sleep.

End of Part Two