Allison 



Now I'm a senior and everything at school seems boring to me, but when I 
was in ninth grade and just starting high school, it was all so 
exciting. I used to attend all the events at the huge school I go to -- 
there are more than three thousand students -- including plays, recitals 
and sports events. 

One Friday afternoon, together with my girlfriends Shayn and Allison, I 
even went to a wrestling meet. It was like nothing I had ever seen 
before. Secretly I was excited by the intensity of the competitors and 
the whole atmosphere, but afterwards we didn't really talk about that. 
It was late and already dark out, and we all just went home. 


Nothing related to the wrestling meet happened for several weeks, until 
one Sunday I was studying with Allison at her house. Of course, that 
meant we were mostly just gossiping and goofing off. We called Shayn, 
who lives just down the street from Allison, asked if she wanted to come 
over, and she said she'd be right there. 

Allison and I were up in her bedroom when Shayn arrived. Allison is a 
blond, and has always been the best athlete and student among the three 
of us. She is fairly tall and has a slender, athletic build, with 
beautiful silky hair that has always been very long and straight in all 
the years that I've known her. Allison has a very strong personality 
because she knows she has a lot of ability in many different areas, and 
she can be a little pushy at times, but she is really very sweet. 

Shayn is not as good a student or athlete as Allison, although she is 
very attractive in her own way. Shayn is kind of a classic redhead. She 
has light skin, blue eyes, and copper colored hair that is curly and 
worn fairly short. When she was younger we used to call her Orphan 
Annie. She has always a rather stocky build and kept a little of her 
baby fat into her teenage years, yet her hips and her breasts began to 
develop before almost anyone else's. Even at that time, in ninth grade, 
she was five feet six and weighed almost a hundred and thirty pounds. 

I'm by far the smallest and lightest of the three of us. Now I'm five 
feet four and weight about 115, but four years ago I was probably at 
least two inches shorter and seven or eight pounds lighter. I have brown 
hair almost the same color as Allison's, though it's never been as long 
as hers. I've always been a pretty good student and athlete -- not quite 
as good as Allison but better than Shayn. 

We sat around up in Allison's room and talked and drank cokes. Then 
Allison mentioned that there was another wrestling meet coming up this 
week and asked if we wanted to go. It really took Shayn and me by 
surprise. Actually the last meet had made quite an impression on me but 
I would never have suggested going to another one. 

Shayn and I both looked at Allison in total surprise. But Allison just 
laughed. 

"I really liked the wrestling meet," she said. "I've even wrestled 
myself a few times with my sister. Here, Shayn, let me show you some 
holds." 

And with that Allison jumped up from the chair at her desk and got down 
on her knees on the carpet in front of Shayn, who was sitting on the 
edge of the bed. Both girls were wearing cutoffs and T-shirts, and as we 
had all taken off our shoes they only had white socks on their feet. 

Shayn looked at Allison and laughed just a little uneasily. "I don't 
really want to, Allie. You know I'm not that good at sports." 

"Oh, come on! I won't hurt you. Are you scared? " Allison challenged. "I 
just want to try a few holds." 

"Well, get Ellen to do it," Shayn said. 

"Ellen's too little. I might hurt her without meaning to. But I couldn't 
hurt you even if I wanted to. Come on --" 

Playfully grabbing Shayn's ankle, she pulled the redheaded girl off the 
bed and down onto the carpet. Then Allison quickly got behind Shayn and 
caught the larger girl in a hold. 

"This is called a full nelson," Allison said happily, with her hands 
locked behind Shayn's head. "Ellen, do you think she can get out of it?" 

"I really wouldn't know," I said. 

"Try," Allison said to Shayn, as she pressed down on the hold a little. 

Shayn struggled, but Allison held on. "I can't get out...so let me go, 
okay?" Shayn said. 

"Sure," Allison said, and immediately released the hold. "Here's another 
one. Lie down on your back. This is called a scissors..." 

Over the next few minutes Allison showed us a scissors, a hammerlock, a 
chin lock, and a toe hold that she'd learned from her older sister, who 
was then away at college, or from watching pro wrestling on TV. I never 
knew she was so into it. For her part, Shayn was getting quite a 
workout, although Allison never really tried to inflict any pain and 
always let Shayn go almost immediately. 

Finally the demonstration seemed to be over. Allison stood up and 
stretched. "That was fun, wasn't it? I think wrestling is really cool." 

She was about to sit back down at the desk when Shayn, who was still 
sitting on the floor, said, "Don't I get to show you any holds?" 

Allison looked totally surprised. "Well, I didn't think you knew any. 
But yeah, sure." And she got down on her knees on the carpet again, 
facing Shayn. 

"No, not like that," Shayn said. "Lie down on your back." 

"On my back?" Allison asked, suddenly looking a little suspicious. But 
now it was Shayn who just smiled. 

"Sure, Allie. Just like I did for you." 

So Allison stretched herself out on her back on the carpet next to her 
bed. Then Shayn crawled over beside her, straddled Allison's middle, and 
held her wrists down beside her head. In this position Shayn was not 
putting much of her weight on Allison, just sort of holding her down. 
Shayn's big muscular butt, in the blue jean cutoffs, was resting firmly 
on Allison's stomach. 

"This is the only wrestling hold I know," Shayn said, looking down at 
Allison's face. 

"Well, it's not even a real hold," Allison said. "You never see them do 
this at the wrestling meets." 

"No, I guess it's not a real hold," Shayn said. Releasing Allison's 
wrists, she now sat straight up on Allison's stomach and put her hands 
on her thighs. "But it can still work, can't it?" she added, glancing 
quickly up at me and then back down at Allison. 

"Well, maybe sometimes," Allison answered, her voice a little strained 
now, with Shayn's full weight on her stomach. "You can get off me now, 
Shayn, it's kind of hard to breathe --" 

"And what about like this," Shayn said, ignoring Allison's protest and 
sliding forward on the girl beneath her. Shayn's wide butt was now 
planted right on Allison's chest. Then, taking hold of Allison's wrists 
again for a second, she scooted even farther up so that she was sitting 
almost on Allison's neck. Since her shins and thighs were on top of 
Allison's arms, Shayn immediately released the pinned girls wrists and 
put her hands back on her thighs. Allison's head was now completely 
trapped between Shayn's muscular legs, which were pressed against the 
sides of her face. 

"Hey, come on," Allison said, getting angry now. "You weigh a ton --" 

"Really? Okay, I'll get off you," Shayn said. But instead she only moved 
up even higher, so that Allison's chin was now actually pressed against 
the crotch of her cutoffs. Then Shayn said, "I  mean, I'll get off you 
eventually, Allie. But first I think I'll teach you to behave yourself 
while I'm sitting on you. Because I've actually had a couple of other 
girls in this position, and even a boy once, and I know a few neat 
things we can do." 

Then, bouncing a little on Allison, Shayn looked up at me, giggled, and 
said, "Ride 'em cowgirl!" 

"Shayn, I thought you didn't know anything about wrestling," I said.. I 
had never seen her act anything like this before. 

"I don't know anything about it. I just know how to get somebody down on 
the ground and sit on them and make them behave. But Allie made it even 
easier than usual." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, I didn't even have to get her down, did I?" 

While Shayn and I were having this little conversation, Allison was 
being completely ignored. And why not? Trapped under the larger girl she 
certainly wasn't going anywhere. But then she suddenly began to struggle 
furiously. 

"You bitch! You fat cow!" Allison hissed. She was trying desperately to 
get her arms free from beneath Shayn's thighs and to arch her back in 
order to unseat the girl on top of her. 

Allie did succeed in getting one arm free, but Shayn just simply reached 
down and put it back under her shin. Meanwhile she kept her full weight 
on Allison's neck and upper chest, just smiling and keeping her balance 
as she rode and crushed the pinned girl's revolts and let her wear 
herself out. 

And that's exactly what happened. A few times Allison actually lifted 
Shayn several inches off the ground, but as she gradually began to 
weaken under Shayn's ass, Shayn put her hands on her hips and began 
teasing and taunting her. 

"Come on! Gidyap! It's more fun when you buck," Shayn said, again 
bouncing a little on Allison. But Allison was now thoroughly tired out. 
She was just lying there, her face red and flushed and locked tightly 
between Shayn's thighs, her hands pitifully grasping the knees that kept 
them pinned. Her own legs were now drawn up and bent at the knees, 
almost as if she wanted to provide a backrest for the girl who was 
sitting on her. 

Looking down at Allison, I saw that tears were beginning to well up in 
her eyes. Maybe this had gone far enough. But just as I was about to 
tell Shayn to let Allison go, Shayn looked at me and casually said, 
"Ellen, could you go down to the kitchen and get me another coke? I'd go 
myself but I can't really get up now. " 

And with that she reached down, took Allison's nose between her fingers, 
and squeezed. "Honk, honk!" Shayn laughed 

As Allison, sobbing now, squirmed under this new insult. I stood up and 
walked out of the bedroom. What would I see when I returned? In a way I 
was afraid to find out. But in another way I could hardly wait. 


  Downstairs in the kitchen I casually got a couple of Allie's cokes out 
of the refrigerator while Shayn sat on her upstairs. I didn't feel bad 
about drinking her cokes because, after all, Allie had been the one to 
bring up wrestling in the first place, and then she had used all those 
holds on Shayn. Since Allie's parents weren't home, there wasn't really 
anything to worry about while she was being beaten up. I was mainly just 
curious to see what was going to happen next. 

When I opened the door to the bedroom again, my friends were in exactly 
the same position they had been in when I left. Shayn, with her back to 
the door, was still astride Allie, and Allie's legs were still drawn up 
and bent at the knees. Shayn was working on her and she was squirming a 
little, but I couldn't see what Shayn was doing because she had her back 
to the door. I could just see that she was doing something to Allie's 
head or face, and I could hear Shayn giggling a little over Allie's 
little sobs and sniffles. 

"Oh, hi," Shayn said, looking back at me over her shoulder as she heard 
the door open. "Allie has almost had enough of this mean old wrestling 
for the day, but not quite. Thanks for the coke." 

I handed her the can and sat down on the carpet next Allie's head. Shayn 
took a drink and then placed the can on the floor beside her. She still 
had Allie's left arm pinned under her knee, but she was holding Allie's 
right arm by the wrist and was using it to lightly punch Allie in the 
face. "Look how she keeps hitting herself," Shayn said. "Why do you keep 
doing that, Allie?" 

"Oh, please, please, please let me up," Allie wailed, with her 
conqueror's creamy thighs pressed hard against the sides of her face. 
This was the first time I had ever seen a really good straddle applied 
on someone, and from then on I've never had a doubt that this is the 
ultimate wrestling hold. The girl on top is free to do so many things, 
and the girl on the bottom is totally helpless. When a straddle is 
really tight, the pinned girl can't even move her head. 

Ignoring Allie's pleas, Shayn lightly punched her again with her own 
hand. "Why do you keep hitting yourself, Allie?" she mocked. 

"Please, please!" Allie cried. 

"Shayn," I said, "maybe she's had enough. Maybe you should let her up." 

Placing Allie's right arm under her knee again, Shayn put her hands on 
her thighs and gave me a look of consternation, like a spoiled child. 
"No!" she said stubbornly. "I'll sit on her as long as I want. So 
there!" And again she jiggled her straddling thighs, bounced a little, 
and sarcastically said, "Yahoo, ride 'em cowgirl." 

But Allie had found some hope in what I'd said to Shayn. She looked at 
me pleadingly. "Just get her off me, Ellen! I'll do anything you want!" 
Then she looked up at the redheaded girl sitting astride her neck. 
"Please, Shayn! I'll do anything!" 

Shayn sighed in exasperation. "Well, just remember, Allie, you were the 
one who wanted to wrestle. Are you sorry?" 

"Oh yes --" 

"Will you give me all your homework answers from now on?" 

"Yes! I'll do whatever you want! Please, just get off me!" 

Shayn picked up the coke, took a drink, and then said, "Oh, all right. I 
need to stretch my legs anyway. How long have I been sitting on her, 
Ellen?" 

"At least twenty minutes," I said. "Maybe longer." 

"Well, I guess she's pretty well sat on then" Shayn said, and I thought 
she was going to get up. But then she looked over at me with sudden 
interest. "Ellen, have you ever pinned another girl?" 

Hearing this and knowing what Shayn was going to suggest, poor Allie let 
out a wail and began to struggle furiously again. But Shayn simply took 
hold of her wrists, moved her ass up onto Allie's head to muffle her 
cries, and smiled in my direction. 

"Well, have you, Ellen? I think you'd really like it." 

A strange feeling came over me. I was feeling sorry for Allie, who was 
now kicking her legs and squirming while her head remained trapped under 
Shayn's ass -- but I was also very excited by the idea of sitting on her 
and taking some of this fun for myself. 

"But, Shayn, she's bigger than I am, she'd probably be able to get out," 
I said. 

"No she wouldn't. No way," Shayn said calmly, as she continued to 
control Allie's arms and maintain her straddle on Allie's head. "All you 
have to do is hold onto one of her fingers. If she gives you any 
trouble, just bend it back a little and tell her to be good. Come on, 
it's fun." 

I couldn't resist. Very slowly, with Shayn still sitting on her head, I 
brought my leg over Allie's struggling body and settled my ass on her 
breasts. It was an incredible feeling, an unbelievable thrill. Both 
Shayn and I were now sitting on her! 

Carefully, Shayn swiveled around on Allie's head so that she was now 
facing me. "Here, Ellen," she said, offering me one of Allie's hands. 
"Just hold onto her little finger." 

I did as she said. "Are you going to get off now," I asked Shayn. 

"Yes, but don't worry. You can handle her real easy." 

Then, without completely relinquishing her straddle, Shayn raised her 
ass a few inches off her victim's head. "Allie," she said, "Ellen is 
going to sit on you now, so you'd better behave." 

Then Shayn slowly stood up and sat down crosslegged beside us. Allie's 
face was bright red from being squashed under Shayn's butt. She looked 
up at me, tearful and miserable, but I was totally into it now. Holding 
her finger, I scooted forward and planted my ass right on her neck -- 
good and hard too, to show her who was boss. Then I took her free hand 
and quickly wrestled it under my shin. 

"Please, Ellen! Please," Allie moaned. 

But I only smiled and gave her finger a little twist. "Yahoo," I said. 
"Ride 'em cowgirl!" 

As I mentioned earlier, Allie can be a little pushy sometimes but she is 
basically very sweet. Since that afternoon almost four years ago, she 
has provided Shayn with a lot of homework answers and she has bought 
some nice clothes and CDs for me. Once or twice she has tried to start 
trouble and has had to be sat on, and perhaps I will tell about those 
times in another letter. But in general she has been a lot of fun to 
know.