The Ecstasy of Defeat



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This is a recap of the first time I wrestled a girl. I lost. We won!
Incredible sexual ecstasy was had by all. Easy to see why I became a fan
for life.


Nancy is the first girl that I had the pleasure of wrestling with. She was
small and wiry but stronger than she looked. She had been a gymnast in high
school. She was incredibly flexible, way more than me as I found out,
athletic, scrappy, and full of energy. At the time she was an 18 year old
freshman girl. I was a 22 year old senior.

We met at a Halloween party. Nancy wore a one piece black leotard with a
tail. She used mascara to paint a cat's whiskers on her face. She was lean,
small breasted (barely a B cup?), and the sexiest cat I ever saw. She had
shoulder length dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. I couldn't take my eyes
off of her. She was dancing a lot. Sometimes with a boy, other times with
her girl friends. She was constantly moving. There were perspiration stains
in her armpits and even in her crotch. Did I mention that I couldn't take
my eyes off her?

Apparently, I wasn't very subtle. At some point, she came up to me and
grabbed my hand pulling me on to the dance floor. She said "let's dance."
So there we were dancing to some loud rock music with a bunch of other
people. She was even sexier when she danced. I am NOT a good dancer but she
didn't seem to mind. As we danced she yelled that her name was Nancy and
asked what was mine. Sid, I replied. (Her name isn't Nancy and I'm not Sid.
But, ya gotta love Sid and Nancy so I'll continue now.) So we danced for a
couple of minutes until she grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the punch
bowl. She was hot and thirsty. I didn't know she was thirsty, but good God
she sure was hot!

As we got some purple kool aid spiked with God knows what, we began a
conversation. She led me outside where it was cooler and quieter. She said
that she noticed that I seemed to like to look at her. I asked if I was
that obvious. She giggled and said "Yeeesss." But she liked that I liked to
look at her. She said I was cute too even if I was kinda shy. She was easy
to talk to and when she looked me in the eyes and smiled, I melted. I had
been with a handful of girls before, but never one as pretty and sexy as
Nancy. I knew I could never attract a girl like her so I wanted to enjoy
whatever brief time I was going to spend talking to her.

Turns out she was a freshman and had been a gymnast in high school. She
mentioned that she was very flexible. It showed on the dance floor. We
talked about how she was enjoying her college experience and living away
from home for the first time. She loved the freedom and independence, but
didn't like her tiny room. I told her it gets better when you get an
apartment or rent a house off campus like me. I rented a perfect little 2
bedroom house with a kitchen, living room, and a bathroom. But it was way
better than the crowded dorms and for me it was paradise. My roommate
worked a lot so most of the time I had the house to myself. This weekend he
had gone home. I was hoping to get her to my house if I played my cards
right. She said she was already looking forward to getting her own
apartment. She seemed to like that I had my own house. Most of the boys she
met were freshmen or sophomores and they lived in dorms too. She mentioned
how embarrassing it was to sneak out of a boy's dorm room or even worse, a
fraternity house. She was being very forward. We talked for a little while
longer before she said she wanted to dance some more.

We went back inside and started dancing. The second song was a slow one.
She put her arms around my neck and pulled me tight and we danced to Color
My World. Slow dancing with such a sexy little devil, (she may have been
dressed as a cat, but in that sexy black leotard she looked much more like
a devil than an angel) I couldn't help but develop a boner. She had to feel
it. She did. She moved her left hand down my back and grabbed my ass and
pulled me even more tightly into her. I was rubbing my rock hard cock
against her belly and she was grinding her dampening young cunt against my
leg. I never wanted that song to end. When it did, she kissed me. On the
mouth! On the dance floor. In public. With her tongue. It was sweet. It was
sexy. It was very aggressive. She meant business. And I was about to become
a very willing customer.

She asked if she could see my house. She didn't need to ask twice. As we
walked to my car, she pulled a joint out of her jacket and lit it. We
smoked it and developed a really good buzz. I was stoned and happy and I
had this silly smile that wouldn't go away. I was half in shock. These
things didn't ever happen to me. The most beautiful girl I've ever come
close to being with, basically picked ME up and wanted to come over to my
house. On a Friday night. She was being the aggressive one which I
certainly wasn't used to. She was about to get even more aggressive.
Thankfully, much more aggressive.

As we were driving to my little house, we discussed our family upbringing.
She was the oldest. Nancy had 2 little brothers. One was 3 years younger,
the other 5. I mentioned that I had one older sister, she is 4 years older.
Nancy asked if my sister used to beat me up. I blushed. At first, that
fight I witnessed in high school where the cheerleader beat the shit out of
the geek came flooding back to my stoned mind. I paused and admitted that
when we were younger, my older sister used to beat me up. I said that I
presume that you like to beat up your little brothers.

"Of course silly." She replied.

"I hope you're not planning on beating me up." I said.

"Don't worry silly. I'm not. I wouldn't mind wrestling with you though. It
could be fun. Have you wrestled with a girl before other than your sister?"

The thought of rolling around on the floor of my house with her turned me
on. I pictured her pinning me down flat and riding my face. The vision was
downright intoxicating.

"No" I replied. "But something tells me that I'm about to."

"Is that a challenge? I accept" she quickly replied before I could get a
word in edgewise. "Where is your roommate?

"Fortunately, he went home for the weekend." I was never as happy that my
roommate was gone as I was at that moment. I also mentioned that he was
going to be gone ALL WEEKEND, just in case everything went perfectly.
"Something also tells me that it's going to be more fun to lose."

"Oh, you're gonna lose alright. I plan on winning. And yes. Something tells
ME that you're going to love losing too. But, I want you to try your best.
It's more fun that way. To ensure you do, let's make a bet. The loser has
to kiss the feet of the winner. Or are you chicken?"

"Well, I'm certainly not a chicken. You're on. It's going to be fun making
you kiss my feet." At this point, I had no intention of winning. I would
make it look good, but I wanted her to feel like she won. I outweighed her
by probably 50 or 60 pounds. So, even though I had never wrestled or even
been in a fight since like 2nd grade, I figured my sheer size and strength
would be too much for her. No, I wanted her to have her way with me and
make her think that she was the better girl. As it turns out, my superior
weight was immaterial. She was every bit as strong as me, if not stronger.
And she knew how to wrestle. In reality, I never had a chance. I learned
that I am not any good at wrestling or fighting. I learned that just
because she is a girl, doesn't mean that she can't beat me up. And I
learned that sometimes it's really fun to lose. The next 36 hours changed
my life forever.

When we got to my house I showed her around. Kitchen, living room, 2
bedrooms and a bath. That took 5 seconds. I showed her my bedroom last.
Thank God it was clean. She told me to change into gym shorts and meet her
out in the living room. She didn't want to rub against blue jeans with
zippers and those pesky little studs. No shirt. And no panties! She laughed
and closed the door and left me standing there with my mouth open. I took
off my shirt and pants and put on a pair of shorts and practically ran to
the living room. The vision that awaited me is forever etched in my feeble
little mind. Standing with her legs spread shoulder length apart, arms at
her side in a black neck to ankle leotard, grinning like the cat who
swallowed the canary, or was about to, stood God. Or at least she was to
me. Those blue eyes framing her cute little nose and white teeth just
looking at me and looking like a little bit of heaven right here in my
living room, it was almost too much. She had put her hair in a ponytail. I
wanted to be her pony boy. Without a tee shirt, I couldn't very well hide
the boner she had created. Nancy looked at me and quipped that it appears
that I really got up for our little encounter. I blushed. She said that it
was time to rumble.

I stood there with my hands outstretched awaiting her to grab them and
begin grappling. She had other ideas. She lunged toward me and lowered her
head and tackled me. Ray Lewis would have been proud. The next thing I know
I'm laying on my back with her arms around my thighs. She lifted my legs
and pile drove me. This little bundle of dynamite was on top of me. Just
like that! I had intended on losing but I was getting slaughtered whether I
liked it or not. I was able to roll her off of me with my superior weight.
For a moment I was on top of her. She was smiling and laughing. This was
fun! My perch was short lived as she slithered away. The next thing I know,
that little black cat is standing up behind me. She sure was slippery and
quick too! She secured a headlock and rolled us over. She had a pretty good
grip on my head. I really didn't mind as my face was getting mashed into
her left little titty.

I don't know about you, but I know about me. I kissed it! I really didn't
know what else to do. Nancy continued to giggle and asked me if I liked it.
But that little minx had a devious plan. Her right hand snaked around until
it found her destination. My balls! Now that was cheating. She used her
superior position to force me onto my stomach with her on my back.
Meanwhile, she still had that vice grip on my balls. In other words, I was
in trouble. I attempted to protest but she wasn't having any part of it.
She let go of my balls and turned me onto my back. She quickly scooted
forward until she was sitting on my chest with her aromatic young pussy
mere inches from my face. Her arms were pinning my arms over my head. I'm
sure I could have bucked her off of me, but that really didn't seem like
the best course of action. I was perfectly comfortable right where I was.
She looked down at me and mentioned that she was winning. She scooted
forward even further until her black leotard covered my face. Now that's
more like it. I knew there was going to be more wrestling later, but right
now I had other things on my mind, and on my face. She suggested that I
kiss it. Being the proper gentleman that I am, I obliged. Besides, nothing
even remotely like this had ever happened to me. She grabbed the back of my
head and forced me into her. I dutifully kissed and licked the dampening
fabric. As I was doing her bidding she asked if that was all I had. Some
more sweaty wrestling ensued. Actually it was more like rolling around on
the floor and laughing. We were getting sweaty and I was getting very
turned on! Nancy was able to maneuver me into a position where her prying
right hand found my cock. She noticed its erect appearance. It didn't take
her long to confiscate my shorts. She was able to get a grip on my boner as
she continued her assault. At this point I was tired, sweaty, hard as a
rock, and ready to do something else. She proceeded to pin me again with
less than full resistance. I said that she won. I lifted my head and began
kissing her pussy again. Nancy was dripping wet and her juices and sweat
were soaking right through her leotards. She began humping my face in
earnest. I think she was getting ready to come. She paused and got off of
me. She stood above me smiling as she began to remove her leotards. First
her gorgeous little tits appeared in their full glory. Her tiny nipples
were rock hard. As she continued to lower her outfit, slowly, I just took
in the sight of absolute teenage female perfection. Those perky little
tits, her cute little belly button, her widening hips, and the slow
inevitable lowering of her little black barrier to heaven. Slowly but
surely her dark brown pubic hair appeared surrounding her glorious young
pussy. A perfect triangle on a perfect specimen. As she stepped out of her
catsuit I leaned forward and kissed the center of her bush. I began licking
and kissing all around her most precious parts as she stood above me with
her legs spread to provide me easy access. I pulled her down on top of me,
and she sat on my face. Naked. With her dripping cunt grinding away against
my lips, tongue, nose, and chin. She warned me that I was going to make her
cum. And then it happened. She came all over my face. I loved it. I had
found my new home. She scooted back and kissed me telling me that she had
never come like that before. She stood up and grabbed my boner and walked
me into my bedroom. She pushed me onto my bed, climbed on top, and guided
me into her hot and damp pleasure palace. We fucked like a couple of
rabbits and I haven't been the same since.

Nancy stayed all weekend. She became my girlfriend. We spent almost all of
our time together and both of our grades suffered. For the next 2 months we
were in love and I was in lust. By Christmas she was ready to move on. We
wrestled a lot. She always won, but I always felt like I won too. Needless
to say, she made a fan of mixed fighting out of me.

If, by some small miracle, Pamela Sue, if you're reading this, thank you.
You changed my life forever.