Sisters, Part Four
by brooksie  brooksie@pacificcoast.net
Lisa & I share our passion for wrestling.


Our first experience wrestling together changed Lisa's and my relationship
significantly, and definitely for the better. It was exactly as her sister
Tammy suggested. Lisa loved overpowering me physically in friendly but
competitive matches and her sexual energy went through the roof. She became a
more imaginative, aggressive and exciting lover, not that she was a bad one
before. For my part, I was thrilled. I was finally able to explore my true,
submissive sexual nature. Being controlled by Lisa this way, seeing her revel
in her strength, skill and power, stimulated me in a way nothing else could.
It was pure bliss to have tried my best against her, be defeated and forced to
submit to her. I loved watching her flex her ever-growing muscles and beam
with delight as she posed victoriously. She was strong, beautiful and proud
and I loved her more than I ever thought it was possible to love a woman.

We enthusiastically explored our newfound passion by becoming serious students
of the sport of submission wrestling. Renting videos became almost a thing of
the past, as we preferred to watch the tapes Tammy was sending us that she was
now making through her own production company, as well as products from other
companies she had collected over the years. We were planning a trip to
California in about six months, when Lisa was to wrestle Amanda, the high
school girl who had beaten her in Lisa's first-ever video-taped match. Tammy
also wanted to use us as subjects for a "Wrestling For Couples" training video
she was planning. Lisa and I quickly discovered one key element to our
wrestling relationship was that it was much more fulfilling if we both went
all out and the victory was hard-fought and truly won. This didn't mean
anything we considered violent. Neither one of us condoned or would tolerate
that sort of thing. We consider violence against women a serious issue. We
wrestled under strict guidelines, the same ones stipulated in Tammy's videos.
That meant no striking of any kind, no kicking, scratching, biting or
hair-pulling. Well okay, some biting but that usually came after one of us
gave up. We practiced throws, but didn't use them due to limited space in
Lisa's living room. We were looking forward to moving into a bigger place
together were we could set up a wrestling room. The hardest thing for me was
to resist the urge to not try my best. Part of me always wanted to give in to
Lisa, but I found the rewards of resisting that urge were worth the mental
discipline it required. As time went on a number of factors took over and Lisa
began dominating our matches, whether I tried my best or not. One significant
factor was strength. I was in good shape, 5' 10" and 175lbs and worked out
about three times a week. Lisa was 5" 8" and now weighed 145lbs. She was
self-employed as a massage therapist and had a much more flexible schedule,
allowing her to get to the gym every day. The gap in strength between us was
closing rapidly. Plus, Lisa had been a competitive athlete in school whereas I
had never competed. Furthermore, she was displaying more aptitude for the
sport and spent more time studying holds and techniques. Mentally, she had her
head way more into the matches than I did and she wasn't nearly as distracted
as me. Facing her on the mat I found it difficult to focus on strategy. All I
could think about was how sexy she was. She also had her wrestling club, where
she was able to practice new moves and holds and surprise me with them later.
After about three months, it became a rare thing for me to win even one fall
against her.

The wrestling club still met once a week at Lisa's place, although two of the
original five had dropped out, feeling it was getting a little too serious for
them. That left Lisa, Tara and Jody. They were an interesting trio, a real
study in contrasts. Lisa was the medium one, in height and build. She was now
quite muscular and had very large, firm breasts and long blonde hair. She
looked like one of those women who compete in fitness contests. Tara was a
brunette, long and lean. She was six feet tall and a runner, with extremely
strong legs, sinewy and very little body fat. Jody was short, 5' 3' and
stocky. Her shoulders were as wide as Lisa's and probably fuller with thick
trapesius muscles, a broad back and very muscular legs. She was blonde as well
and bore an uncanny resemblence to Amanda, Lisa's rival in California who had
humiliated her in their first encounter. Jody also weight trained and done
some powerlifting at university. She was extremely strong, able to bench press
200lbs. and squat 250lbs. Her intensity in the gym was well-known, earning her
the nickname "little bulldog". It was also a partial reference to her
occupation as a dog trainer. Tara was a medical lab technician and competed in
triathalons. Lisa told me they were fairly evenly matched and all of them had
beaten the other two at some point, but she had the toughest time with Jody.
The little blonde was a natural wrestler with good instincts, superb balance
and enormous strength. She also had a very high tolerance for pain and even
when she was caught in a hold often simply outlasted her opponent until they
tired out from the effort of trying to force her to her to submit. Jody was
also the only one who had knocked anyone out. Both times Lisa had been the
victim, stubbornly refusing to quit, once to a sleeper and once to a head
scissors.

Eventually Tara became more and more involved with triathalons, both as a
competitor and an organizer and found she no longer had the time to commit to
the wrestling club. That left just Lisa and Jody, who was proving to be a
better training partner for my girlfriend that I could ever hope to be. The
three of us were getting to be quite good friends. Jody had recently gone
through a rough relationship breakup and Lisa & I decided to have her over for
dinner and to watch some new videos Tammy had just sent us. One of them had no
label, only a note on which Tammy had written "I think you'll find this one
very interesting." We laid on a spread that would have done any gourmet chef
proud. Crab salad, chicken paremesan, homemade bread...the works, complete
with a couple of bottles of very good wine. Jody had brought a delicious
dessert, a homemade blueberry cobbler she said was an old family recipe.

After dinner we adjourned to the living room for coffee. While Lisa was
getting it ready in the kitchen, I loaded one of the videos into the machine.
Jody sat down on the floor beside me.

"So what's your interest in this?" she asked "Do you like watching women
fight?"

"Well I like watching them wrestle. I'm not much into catfights," I answered
cautiously.

"And what about wrestling women yourself? Do you like doing that?" she probed
further.

She had a devilish look in her eye. I wasn't sure how to answer. Lisa and I
had agreed not to let anyone in on our passion for wrestling as foreplay. It
was to be our little secret. Well ours and her sister Tammy's. But Jody was
acting as if she knew something. I went into the kitchen to help Lisa with the
coffee and whispered in her ear "Is our secret still intact?"

She looked surprised. "Absolutely, I haven't breathed a word. Why?"

"Just wondering."

I replied nonchalantly and took the coffee tray in. We spiked the coffee with
a little brandy and by the time we finished watching the first two tapes, we
were getting a little typsy. The three of us were sitting on the floor,
resting on the couch cushions. It was a warm summer night and we were all
wearing shorts. Jody and I had on tee shirts and Lisa was wearing a bikini top
that exposed much of her large, firm breasts. As she bent over to get the
mystery videotape from the pile on the floor Jody & I simultaneously noticed
each other staring at her cleavage. We both immediately looked away then
caught each other's eye and began to giggle.

"What's so funny?" Lisa wanted to know but we were both laughing too hard to
answer. She looked at us and decided that is was probably one of those "had to
be there" moments, and just shook her head, while we continued to snicker. She
picked up the remote and said "If you two are quite finished, we are ready to
roll the tape." Jody and I settled back on to our cushions and Lisa hit the
play button.

The camera showed a male stepping on to the mat. Lisa and I glanced excitedly
at each other. We liked mixed matches and they were rare as most of the women
only wanted to wrestle other females. Tammy offered higher rates of pay for
mixed matches but hadn't found many women willing to do it. As the camera
panned over to the other side of the mat, Lisa let out a gasp. "Oh my God,
that's her, that's Amanda, the girl I'm going to wrestle!"

Jody's eyes were riveted to the screen which showed the two wrestlers
stretching and warming up while some text scrolled past giving their height
and weight and a little bio, mostly their athletic background and wrestling
history. The text ended by saying this was Amanda's first mixed match. The
camera then panned over to Tammy, who was wearing her customary white shorts
and black golf shirt with a whistle hanging around her neck, indicating she
was acting as referee. She blew the whistle and stepped back as the two
wrestlers approached each other. As usual in Tammy's tapes, there was no
fooling around. It was right down to business. Amanda wore a white, one-piece
suit while her opponent had on blue running shorts with white trim. Both were
barefooted. The man, who was identified as Peter, was slim but muscular and
seemed fit. He was 5' 9" and 165lbs, not a big guy but since Amanda was only
5' 2", he appeared tall. Her weight was 127lbs, 6 pounds heavier than she had
been when she trounced Lisa. She looked to be in as good or better shape than
ever and seemed very confident, not in the least bit intimidated by her larger
male foe.

They tried a couple of feints at each other and suddenly Peter bent at both
knees and captured one of Amanda's legs. But instead of holding her by the
ankle where he could easily take her down, he had her around the knee, which
he tucked under his arm. I thought he might be going for a single leg boston
crab but if he was, he never got the chance. Amanda merely swung her other leg
up and wrapped it around Peter's waist, locking her ankles together. Then,
showing her gymnastics background and abdominal strength, she let her body
drop down so that whe was literally hanging off her opponent, holding herself
up by her legs. Peter winced as the pressure on his waist tightened and tried
to grab Amanda's arms but she held them back out of his reach. Next, he
reached around behind his back and tried unlocking her ankles but that didn't
work either. Looking desperate, he bent forward to get her weight off him and,
as Amanda's back hit the mat, she grabbed his head and swung her mighty legs
up. Peter was completely flipped over her head and landed on his back behind
her. Amanda had ended up on her knees facing away from him and, in a second,
turned and extended her legs, capturing him in a classic head scissors.
Keeping her ankles elevated and out of reach, she began to squeeze. Peter
placed his hands on her knees, hoping to pry them apart but she had clearly
anticipated that. She had already had her arms out and as soon as his hands
touched her knees, she took him by the wrists and pinned them down. With all
her upper body weight directly over his wrists, he was absolutely glued to the
mat. Lisa said she bet she would turn him to the side to increase the pressure
on the scissors, but instead she did something else that totally amazed us.
Keeping his wrists pinned to the mat, she locked her elbows and held her butt
off the mat using only her arm and shoulder strength. The move had the effect
of transferring extra power to her legs and Peter submitted instantly. Tammy's
videos always showed the stats at the end of every fall.

FIRST FALL: AMANDA TIME: 2:28

Amanda jumped to her feet and looked down at Peter with a grin. "That's one"
she laughed "two more to go." She clasped her hands behind her and tightened
her arms, showing off her triceps muscle as the screen faded to black.

The next scene began with Tammy, whistle in her mouth in the middle of the
mat. She blew it and stepped out of frame as the two wrestlers a pproached
each other for the second fall. Peter was keeping his distance, looking
uncertain. Amanda crouched low and offered little to get hold of. She
straightened up slightly and he managed to get an arm around her head, pulling
her into his side. He bent her over at the waist and was trying to flip her to
the mat but she had her legs set and he was having trouble doing it. Amanda's
arms were free and she used them to push the back of Peter's knees, causing
him to fall forward and lose the hold. Amanda tried bending his legs up into a
lock but he kicked out. She stood up and Peter began to do the same but as
soon as he put his hands on the floor to lift himself up, she dropped onto his
back, seized his wrists and yanked his arms back. I was expecting a surfboard
hold but she applied a double hammerlock. She kept her weight well back, over
his rear, preventing him from getting to his knees and unseating her.
Maintaining her upright posture, she was able to inch herself forward astride
his back until she could secure his arms with her knees. Next she reached
under his bent elbows, cupping them in her hands, drew a deep breath and
pushed them together. Peter screamed and yelled "Stop, stop, I give!" and
Amanda instantly released his arms. She got to her feet and did another quick
pose for the camera, then a backflip and walked off. Peter had sat up and was
holding his right shoulder, a pained expression of his face. Tammy came into
frame and examined Peter's shoulder, helping him to his feet as the stats came
up.

SECOND FALL: AMANDA TIME: 4:20 AMANDA LEADS 2 - 0, ELAPSED TIME 6:48

"She is brutal. That looked like it really hurt." Jody said, with a touch of
admiration in her voice. "Are you sure you want to wrestle her again?"

"I don't know." answered Lisa. "She's even better than before. I guess I'll
see when the time comes."

The third fall was a welcome relief after the tension-filled ending of the
previous one. Peter was obviously protecting his sore shoulder but Amanda was
being a good sport about it. She playfully feinted as if she was going for it
a few times but never actually did. She was smiling and seemed almost relaxed
as they circled, looking for an opening. She had a psyched her opponent out as
it was evident that he now feared her. She toyed with him a bit by executing a
couple of takedowns and then letting him get back on his feet. She glanced
toward the camera and he saw an opening. Peter threw his arms around her in a
bear hug, lifting her off her feet then brought her down to the mat. He
struggled furiously to get a hold on her but she kept him at bay. She seemed
to be taken off guard by this burst of energy on Peter's part and was briefly
on the defensive although never in any real trouble. Peter slowed up a bit and
Amanda secured a body scissors which she combined with an armbar. Fortunately
for Peter, it wasn't his damaged right arm she held trapped. Knowing he would
lose the match three falls to nothing if he submitted, Peter held out for as
long as possible, but Amanda was comfortably settled into the hold and content
to keep the pressure on his arm while periodically jolt his stomach with her
powerful little legs. It wasn't long before she again had him uttering the
words "I give." He sounded thoroughly demoralized. She kept him in the hold.

"Say Amanda wins, Amanda is the best." Another jolt from her legs. "Say it!"
she shouted.

"Amanda wins, Amanda is the best." Peter said unhappily.

"Do you submit to my superior strength?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"I submit to your superiour strength."

Amanda stood and flexed her arms. Smiling seductively, she looked in to the
camera. "Do you want to submit to my superior strength? Anytime, boys. The
number's on the screen," which it was, right underneath the stats.

THIRD FALL: AMANDA TIME: 6:32

AMANDA WINS THE MATCH 3 - 0 ELAPSED TIME: 13:10

There was another match on the tape but we didn't bother watching it. No one
spoke until I finally said, "She's damn good," displaying my keen grasp of the
obvious.

"I know." Lisa answered "I've got to use my head the way she does, right

Jody?"

Jody didn't answer. Her eyes were closed and shewas breathing heavily. I could
see the outline of her erect nipples poking through her tight tee shirt. Why
hadn't I noticed before that she was bra-less?

"Jo-deee." Lisa and I both sang out. She opened her eyes and smiled shyly.

"Sorry. Drifted away there." Her expression became serious and she said "I
know I've had a bit to drink, but that tape it was, well, it did something to
me. Look, I don't want to embarass you guys but I've got to ask. Do you two
ever..." Her question trailed off.

"Wrestle?" giggled Lisa, "Of course, all the time."

"Like for real?"

"Uh-huh."

"Can you beat him?"

"Yup, and I do most of the time. Except when he gets lucky." She teased.

"Wow, that must be an awesome feeling." Jody sighed.

"Come on" I said "You must have wrestled with some of your boyfriends."

"Not really" she replied, "just play wrestling. I'm afraid to go all out. I'd
probably win and then what?"

"What do you mean, then what?" I asked, not understanding.

"What kind of a guy is going to want to be with a woman who can beat him in
wrestling?" she said, sounding almost ashamed. Lisa and I looked at each other
in amazement.

"You're kidding, right?" Lisa asked. The expression on Jody's face clearly
showed she wasn't. "Jody baby, you've got a lot to learn." said Lisa,
playfully tousling her friend's hair.

"About what? Jody wanted to know.

Lisa looked at me, arched her eyebrows and cocked her head as if to say "what
are you waiting for?".

"Jody," I spoke up "would you like to wrestle me?"

She quickly glanced over at Lisa. "Is it all right?"

Lisa smiled enthusiastically "Sure. I think I'll enjoy this."

Jody shook her head. "Man, I can't believe it. You guys are so cool."

Jody and I began clearing the living room while Lisa dug out the mats. I left
the girls to lay them out and made a quick trip to the bathroom. Removing my
shirt, I came back into the living room. Seeing I was shirtless, Jody went to
lift hers over her head and then stopped, remembering she had nothing on
underneath. "I, uh, I didn't wear a bra." she said apologetically.

"So?" replied Lisa.

"You don't mind?" Jody asked.

"It's okay with me if it's okay with you, and I really can't see Rob having
any objections." she laughed.

Jody peeled off her tee shirt, revealing two of the most extraordinary breasts
I had ever seen. Small and perfectly round, they were like saucers, with hard,
upturned nipples. She slipped of her shorts as well, facing me in just her
panties. What an incredible body! Every inch of her was thickly rippled
muscle.

"Isn't she beautiful, hon?" asked Lisa, not the slightest bit jealous. An eye
for the muscular female form was another thing we had in common. "Okay you
two," said Lisa, holding both our wrists "you know the rules, same as always.
Wrestle hard but fair. Ready? Go!"

I tried grabbing at Jody but she was so short, there wasn't much to go for.
She seemed uncertain and content to merely fend off my attacks. Finally we
locked up and I got a half-nelson on her. Putting my foot behind her ankle, I
tripped her to the mat and leapt on her, looking for a grapevine hold. Jody
seemed surprised that it was a real wrestling match instead of the tickle/play
wrestle stuff she was used to with her boyfriends.

"Come on Jody, he's not going to let you win," called out Lisa. "You can do
better than that."

Because Jody's legs were so short, I was having a difficult time wrapping them
up with my own. She kept slipping them out. I settled for scissoring one of
her legs, pressing her wrists down. I stretched her arms behind her head and
tried to keep as much of my weight on her as possible. I was unlikely to get a
submission in this position but at least it would give me time to plan my next
move. Or so I thought. Although Lisa had described some of their matches in
great detail, I had never actually seen Jody wrestle and was not prepared for
her strength. Convinced I had her pinned, I momentarily shifted my weight and
that was all the opening she needed. She powered her arms off the mat, forcing
my own up with them. I tried to lean back into her but it was too late. She
got partway up and, with a loud cry, rolled me sideways and off her, At the
same time she jerked her leg free of the scissors. We grappled on the mats for
a few moments and it soon became clear that this is where she was most
dominant. Before long she had me underneath her, my wrists pinned and her
forearms resting on my elbows. I thought she might try to grapevine me and was
concentrating on keeping my legs free when she surpised me with something
unexpected. Waiting for me to arch my back in an effort to buck her off, she
slipped her feet under me and locked her ankles in a body scissors. I had
never seen the hold applied in this manner before and wouldn't have thought it
very effective. Guess again! Her knees were pressing directly into my ribcage,
and her leg strength surpassed anything I had ever felt. It hurt like hell and
I was on the verge of submitting when I heard Lisa say "Come on Rob, don't
give up. You can get out of this." I could?

"Mind telling me how?" I grunted, as Jody turned up the pressure on my ribs.

"Forget it Rob, I've got you now. You're not getting out of this. Unless you
want to say uncle. Do you (squeeze) want to (squeeze) say uncle?"

Instead I said "Aaarrggghh!"

"That's not uncle" she laughed "now try again. Un--cle. You can do it."

I gasped in pain, feeling like my ribs were going to crack. "Uncle, uncle, I
give."

"You sure?"

"Yes, yes, Jody you win. I give up!"

"Nice one, girl," said Lisa, applauding her friend's victory. Jody unlocked
her ankles and sat up high on my chest. Lisa came over and raised her arm up
saying "The winner of this one fall match, the mighty Jody!" Both girls
giggled and Jody looked jubilant. She jumped up and hugged Lisa.

"Thank you, thank you, that was so great. I always wanted to beat a guy in
wrestling. I knew I could, it was easy." Suddenly she stopped and knelt beside
me, looking anxious. "Oh Rob, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." Again, she
seemed ashamed of herself. I stopped her by putting a finger to her lips and
wrapped my arms around her.

"Jody" I said sincerely "you were great. The way you powered out of that hold
was fantastic. Your strength is unbelievable. Now I see what Lisa's been
taking about. I think you are magnificent."

Jody sat back and looked at me in utter astonishment. I could see her eyes
were moist. Lisa came up behind me and put her arms around my shoulders and
looked intently at Jody.

"You see," she said "not all guys are hung up on the macho image. Rob's no
wimp or pansy. He's a normal, sweet, wonderful guy who happens to appreciate a
strong, muscular woman. He's made me happier than I've ever been and I love
him so much I can't even put it into words. Guys like this are out there, and
you need to find one. But for tonight, you can share mine. Now, I believe you
have some winner's rights to exercise." She reached over and slipped off
Jody's panties. Jody looked completely dumbfounded. "You mean...?" She
couldn't finish the sentence.

"To the victor go the spoils," giggled Lisa, nuzzling Jody's neck and ears.
Jody sighed and sank back into Lisa's arms, crooking a finger at me. I leaned
forward and she cupped her hands around the back of my head, guiding it down
between her legs.

Fade to black.

End of Part Four