Posted by Peter on 11/18/2002, 1:31 pm
Message modified by board administrator 11/20/2002, 9:08 am

Like many men fascinated by female combat, my interest was sparked by a lucky encounter with a fabulous girl at school. Growing up in the suburbs of Sydney in the 60s and 70s, wrestling was quite commonplace. It was just another thing to do like riding a bike, playing ball games or swimming in funny little circular above ground swimming pools. It was my favourite thing to do however and I was always looking for a new kid to wrestle. Robert lived down the road, we were pretty evenly matched and would usually wrestle most days. I also wrestled his older sister and the girls would often wrestle each other or with the boys. It was no big deal, we were just kids horsing around. It is a shame adults generally can't be so uninhibited! At the time I first became aware of girls, I had a crush on several really pretty ones in my class. The delightful practice arose of the more daring ones issuing "Kissing Permits" to boys they had a crush on. You can imagine my excitement when I found one on my desk from Bronwyn, although she was tomboyish, tall, tanned and well built whereas the girls I thought I liked were girly, pale skinned and petite. Having never kissed a girl before, I met her at the appointed place after school and with fumbling and growing enthusiasm, consummated a first kiss. [It was hers too, or so she told me!] Naturally we started playing together quite a lot after school! One day we happened across two girls wrestling quite competitively in a nearby park and sat down to watch. The girls were Robert's sister Dianne and her friend Carmel, both 2 years older than us. They were locked together on the ground with Carmel on top but she had no apparent advantage and from the grunts and straining of their bodies it was apparent that it had come down to a titanic trial of strength. They were dressed simply in shorts and T shirts with bare feet. I'd seen them wrestle before but never with anything like this intensity. They were evenly matched, similar height and build, and would often pin each other when fooling around. As I watched I became aroused and wished it was me in the grip of one of those girls. I'd wrestled both of them before but not in this way - only semi-seriously. Bronwyn said to me "You want to take on the winner, or the loser? I'll take the other." Taking on the winner or loser was the accepted way of joining in a wrestling party. I said I'd take the winner and noticed that Bronwyn was breathing heavily, as was I. I don't think Carmel and Dianne were even aware of us at this stage, so intent were they on each other. Although Carmel had been on top she hadn't been able to pin Dianne who had now managed to work around so that they were on their sides still facing each other. I had no idea how long the contest had been going on but the sweat poured off them and they were gasping for breath. Then I could hear a few words of conversation and they giggled and let each other go. As Dianne lay back gasping she said "Hi Peter, whose your friend?" "Bronwyn" I said "Can we join in?" "No" she gasped "We were so exhausted we had to call it a draw! Why don't you and Bronwyn have a go?" I looked at Bronwyn and she gave me the most beautiful smile. Excellent idea! I thought as we removed our running shoes and socks - barefoot was the only way to wrestle. As I stood up, short of breath, I looked at Bronwyn in a new light. I truly appreciated, in a way I hadn't quite before, what a powerful and sexy girl Bronwyn was: tall as me, nice stocky figure with broad shoulders, strong arms and legs. My only problem was the awkward bulge in my shorts, which made it difficult even to stand up! Whether Dianne noticed this or not, she said "Sorry we can't hang around, we've got to get a drink." Bronwyn and I stood, smiling at each other, aglow with anticipation, while we watched them out of sight. The rest of my life began that day wrestling with Bronwyn in the park. I found to my surprise that she was incredibly strong and skilful. We had a tremendous struggle which culminated - partly because I just couldn't move very well with a huge erection - in her pinning me. She sat astride me for a long time. I'd stopped struggling and she let my hands go. I started to caress her and she started groaning. She'd obviously noticed the huge bulge in my shorts and put her hand down there and squeezed. I saw stars. That was a magical summer of discoveries. We learned something that most people unfortunately never do: the sublime dimension that wrestling adds to sex. I became accustomed to making love with Bronwyn astride me. Bronwyn was a terrific sport and would wrestle anyone. She took on both Dianne and Carmel and other girls over the summer for my benefit. I now found watching girls wrestling, especially Bronwyn, incredibly erotic. Likewise Bronwyn got turned on when I wrestled Robert in front of her. I don't think any of them twigged to the sexual thrill we got out of it. She also had one catfight that I witnessed, when an older girl teased her about her parents divorce. Sadly her mother and her moved to Melbourne and I lost touch with her. Bronwyn, I've tried everything to track you down over the years. If you ever read this, as I think you might, my wife Elizabeth and I would love to get to grips with you again. Peter peterjsaunders@hotmail.com