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Match



   By Ed Rider



   "I think we're probably evenly matched," said Robin.

   She was wearing a workout outfit and looking in the full length mirror
in our bedroom.  I was taking off my clothes after coming home from a late
meeting, and she was about to hit the shower.

   "What do you mean?" I asked her.

   "I mean physically," she said.

   Robin towered above me.  I was maybe around 5-8, but compared to my 6
foot 3 wife, I looked small, especially when she wore heels.

   We met as freshmen in college, and I liked her a lot.  She was in
several of my gen ed classes, and she was smart, good-natured and fun. 
Nobody else would have described her that way, because she was the tallest
woman on campus in those days, with a voluptuous body that caught every
male eye, and every woman hated her when she walked into a room.  I
appreciated her curves as much as the next guy, but I didn't fantasize
about her because she was way above me -- literally.

   Then she asked me out.  I said thank you, that I was flattered, but she
needed to pick on somebody her own size.  But she wouldn't take no for an
answer, and I finally gave in after telling her that I was going to enjoy
all the stares, but I wondered how she would handle them.

   It was an uncomfortable evening, because we went to a party where a lot
of her friends and some of my friends made us the focus of attention all
night.

   When she called me up a week later and asked me out again, I said,
"Didn't you have enough the first time?"

   "I didn't realize you were so sensitive about your height," she said.

   "I'm not sensitive," I said.  "I do just fine.  But you should ask
yourself why you want to be seen in public with a man so much smaller than
you.  I don't mind, but I'd rather enjoy your company the way I did before
we went out.  I'm sure you can find another smaller guy to work out your
fantasies with."

   "You know, Ned, you're a real asshole," she said and slammed down the
phone.

   The next time I saw her was at a party a couple of weeks later, and I
went over to her.  "I'm really sorry, Robin," I said.  "I had no right to
say that to you.  I guess I must have been more sensitive than I thought.
I'm sure you're just curious about smaller guys, like I'm sometimes curious
about bigger girls."

   "You still don't get it, Ned," she said.  "I've dated guys who are much
taller than me, who are my height and who are shorter.  I don't give a damn
how big they are.  The only reason I asked you out was because I thought
you were a nice guy.  I did think for a moment that it was too bad you were
shorter than me.  And then I thought how stupid that thought was.

   "Anyway, that's the way I feel.  If you ever get over the size thing and
feel that way, too, you know my number." She got up and walked away.

   That conversation did get me thinking and even fantasizing.  I thought
for three weeks later, and when I called her, she was surprised.  "I gave
up two weeks ago," she said.

   "So it's too late," I said.

   "Shut up," she said.  "Yes, I'm free Saturday night."

   During a nice dinner at a quiet place, we exchanged life stories, likes,
dislikes, opinions on politics and music and hopes for the future.

   When I took her back to the dorm, she said her roommate had gone home
for the weekend and would I like to come up and talk.  We spent the next
four hours in a rut, bouncing off the walls, both beds, the floor and maybe
the ceiling.  I don't even know how many times I came, because it seemed
like I was orgasming nonstop.  There I was with this beautiful Amazon with
an amazing body who seemed to be in even a bigger sexual frenzy than I was.

   When I finally left, I was staggering, and I was out the minute my head
hit the pillow.  I slept like I was drugged until noon the next day.  Her
phone call woke me.

   "Want to have some lunch?" she said.

   At lunch, she was embarrassed.  "I have a confession to make, Ned," she
said.  "When I accused you of being sensitive about your size, I could have
been talking about me.  I've been thinking about asking you out since the
second week of school, but the size thing stopped me.

   "It's a different kind of size thing, and I hope you don't get upset
when I tell you this.  See, I discovered sex in the second semester of my
senior year in high school, and, well, you saw what happened last night.

   "No, I'm not a slut.  I've only done it with three guys before you.  Two
of them were good -- not as good as you -- and the other one was a dud. 
But I've found out that it's important part for me, and, I don't know how
to say this, but I was worried about you.

   "A girlfriend told me to check out how big your feet were, and your
shoes didn't look that large.  I was concerned that we wouldn't be a good
fit and neither of us would satisfy each other.  I told myself I was being
shallow and stupid, but I didn't want to lose you as a friend.  So I wasn't
sure if I wanted to take the chance of starting something that would lead
to us being uncomfortable around each other because of the size thing, not
the height thing.

   "Then I met this nice girl, and when I was talking to her, I found out
you used to date her.  After she told me you were a great guy, I steered
the conversation to men and their size and then found a way to insert you
into the topic.  She told me that she thought you were almost a freak of
nature, because your size was all out of proportion to your height and that
she never told you she was sore each time the two of you had sex.

   "Then I met another girl you dated, and she said the same thing.  That's
when I decided to call you."

   I listened to her story and wondered whether she was laying it on thick.
If she was, what was the motivation?  She was already a legend as a
freshman, and she had her choice of any athlete, rich fraternity guy or
social superstar on campus.  I was none of those.

   I decided to let things take their course.  She was a fantastic sexual
athlete, and if the next time was only half as good as the first time, it
would still be amazing.  I resolved not to invest my feelings into
something that had no future but to just enjoy being with her until she
moved on.

   Within a couple of months, I found out moving on was the last thing on
her mind.  Instead, she moved in, and we haven't been apart since our
sophomore year.  We got married after we graduated and are getting ready to
start a family.  The sex has continued to be amazing.

   Robin was telling the truth about her sex drive.  Mine is strong, but no
match for hers.  She's always thinking of ways to spice things up.  So I
figured this "evenly matched" statement was going to lead to some strange
twist.  But I didn't mind.  When she got excited, I was the beneficiary.

   "When you say physically, do you mean that you're much taller than me?"
I asked.  "I thought that didn't matter to you."

   "Don't be silly," she said.  "I'm just doing an evaluation.  Yes, I'm
taller, and I'm strong, because I work out.  I can lift you up.  But you
also work out, and you're also strong.  Plus you're a man, and your muscles
develop more than a woman's.  Even though I weigh more than you, you can
also lift me up.

   "I was thinking that my extra size and weight and training might match
up against your male muscles, and we would be evenly matched."

   "Evenly matched for what?" I asked.

   "A wrestling match," she said and laughed.

   When we got to know each other, we found out that we had both been on
our high school wrestling teams.  Of course, among the girls, she was the
league heavyweight champion, while I was just No.  2 on our team in the 145
class.  "What brought this up?" I asked.

   "You shouldn't have asked that, Ned, because now I'm going to tell you,"
she said.  "It started because I was getting angry and jealous, and I was
trying to figure out a way to get back at you."

   "What are you talking about?"

   "I've seen you with Darlene at the club, and also with Sheri and
Madison. They are always all over you, touching, poking and rubbing.  You
seem to enjoy it."

   "Are you accusing me of cheating?"

   "Of course not, but why do you let them buzz around you like that? 
Don't you get enough attention from me?"

   Darlene is the owner of the club, and one of Robin's girlfriends.  Sheri
and Madison are also close friends of hers.  She was right that they
enjoyed teasing me and flirting.  I couldn't figure out why, but my guess
was that that Robin had bragged to them about our sex life.  I joked with
them at the club, but I never initiated any contact, and I never saw them
outside the club.  Robin was right.  She kept me so busy sexually, that I
was too exhausted to cheat, even if I had the urge, which I didn't.

   "You know I don't lead them on, so why are you mad at me instead of
them?" I said.

   "I'm not really mad at you, but that one day I was angry and jealous,
and I was thinking of how I could diminish you in their eyes.  For some
reason, wrestling came to my mind.  I thought about my advantage in size
and your male muscles and wondered what would happen if we actually had a
match."

   "How would that solve anything?" I said.

   "Well, if I could humiliate you in front of them," she said, "it would
make me feel a lot better.  But you're right, it wouldn't solve anything.
In fact, it might make you even more exciting to them.

   "But that idea took on a life of its own.  I can't explain it, but the
idea of humiliating you in a wrestling match really excites me.  Then
someone showed me a website where lesbians wrestle each other, and the
winner gets to humiliate and even rape the loser.  I couldn't stop watching
those matches, and when I watched, I imagined the two women were me and
you, and I won and humiliated you in front of my friends.  The more I
watched, the more I thought about it, and the more I thought about it, the
more I wanted to do it.

   "And don't ask me how do I reconcile this with me loving you.  One has
nothing to do with the other.  I love you, and I want to do this, which is
completely opposite from love, and there's no way to explain it."

   "But why would I want to participate?" I said.  "If I won, I would be
the male bully, and if I lost, you're right, I'd be humiliated in front of
your friends."

   "That's where I'm stuck," she said.  "You don't have this strange
fascination with the idea that I have.  You're more normal.  What would it
take for you to participate?  I could ask you as a favor, but that's a
copout.  I was thinking of offering you a fivesome with me and the girls if
you won."

   "What?" I said, finally a little shocked by where this was going.

   "In your dreams," she said.  "I don't share you with anyone.  I'm only
kidding.  But there's got to be something that would get you into a kinky
contest involving extreme exhibitionism and sexual humiliation.  If we're
going to do it, we may as well go all out."

   "Who's going to watch this match?" I asked.

   "Just my three girlfriends," she said.  "They would also video it for us
to watch later.  No, I don't plan to sell it on the Internet."

   "Well, it's a fascinating idea," I said.  "You're right that I'm not
interested in the slightest.  Let me know if you come up with a reason to
for me to change my mind.  I can't think of anything."

   "I'll think of something," said Robin.  "You know I don't give up easy."

   I hoped she would give up on the whole strange thing, but instead she
did think of a way to manipulate me into a match, using probably the only
thing in the world that would work.  It was called Robin sex.

   At first, I had no idea what was going on.  She just acted like she
wasn't as interested, and one day a week or so was fine with her.  I didn't
understand at first, especially since that one day was still amazing.  But
I had become accustomed to three or four days, and after her disinterest
lasted more than three weeks, I asked her if she was feeling all right.

   "I'm fine," she said.  "Why do you ask?"

   "Because we used to be a lot more active in the bedroom than we are now,
and I was wondering why," I said.

   "Would you like to have sex more frequently?" she asked in an innocent
voice.

   "Wouldn't you?" I replied.

   "That wasn't the question," she said.  "The question is, would YOU like
to have sex more often?"

   "Yes is the answer," I said.

   "What would you be willing to give for more sex?"

   "Is this your new thing?" I said.  "I have to pay for sex.  Does that
excite you, to be paid for sex?"

   "Don't be stupid, Ned.  I don't want money, but I do want a match.  Do
you think that would be worth more sex?"

   "So that's what this is all about.  Forget it.  I know you miss the sex
more than I do."

   "You're right, Ned.  I'm very frustrated, and I'm asking you in advance
to forgive me if I get short with you and act irritable.  I do miss our
wonderful times in bed.  But to accomplish something you really want to do,
it sometimes takes sacrifice."

   "Suit yourself," I said.  I had had enough of the whole thing.

   But after a couple more weeks, I had to hand it to Robin.  I could tell
she was wound up tight, and little things set her off.  She never failed to
apologize for her occasional outbursts, and she never brought up the reason
why she was doing this.  She just stewed, and because she stewed, I stewed.

   I broke first.  "OK," I said to her one day after a tough day at work
when all I had to look forward to at home was an evening of boring TV. 
"Tell me more about this match.  It can't be worse than what you're putting
us through now.  I feel like calling up someone to shoot us and put us out
of our misery."

   She had been listless when I came home, but as soon as I said those
words, she was animated, and there was a gleam in her eyes.  "Oh Ned," she
said, "I'm so glad you've agreed.  It means so much to me."

   "Wait a minute," I said.  "I haven't agreed yet.  I just want to know
what sick thing you've got planned.  Then I'll think about it and decide."

   Sick was the right word for what she was proposing.  During the weeks of
deprivation, she must have been thinking about the match constantly and
spicing it up in all sorts of ways.  I could hardly believe her words.

   "Well, first of all," she said, "it wouldn't be wrestling the way we did
in high school.  I've been checking on those clubs where women wrestle in
oil while the men watch, and that's a lot more exciting.

   "I'd wear my bikini, and you'd wear a speedo.  One of the things the
winner would have to do is get the loser naked.  Anything would be allowed,
except for something that would hurt the opponent on purpose.  For
instance, you couldn't twist my breasts, and I couldn't squeeze your
balls."

   My mouth dropped.  What was she talking about?

   "Are you ready for my really crazy twist?  With all that oil, it's going
to be almost impossible to pin somebody, so I thought of something that
would also be hard to do but still could be done from several positions. 
The first person to put a hand up the other one's anus is the winner.

   "I thought at first you could go for my vagina, but that wouldn't be
fair, because it might be easier for you -- or harder -- but it wouldn't be
the same as for me.

   "Anyway, that's the match.  It's going to be really exciting.  Think of
how humiliating it will be for the loser.  And I don't intend to be the
loser.

   "Oh, I forgot one thing.  During the match, we both have to trash talk.
We have to call each other names and talk about all sorts of filthy things
that we're going to do to each other.  What do you think, Ned?"

   "I think that I will never be able to understand how you can come up
with such bizarre ideas.  Won't the loser get hurt?"

   "That's where all that oil comes in.  It will help protect the loser. 
The loser will be sore for a few days, but that should be all."

   "It sounds like you've thought of everything, Robin, but I still can't
get my head around this.  I think of us as pretty open about sex, and we've
had fun experimenting and getting a little wild.  But we've never done
anything remotely close to this.  I don't know if I'll ever be ready for
it."

   "That's too bad, Ned," she said, coming over and stroking my face softly
with her beautiful hands and giving me a familiar look.  "Because I'm ready
for something right now that I think you would like a lot."

   Her amazing mouth locked with mine, and her tongue plunged into me with
weeks of pent-up frustration driving it.  My body trembled and I could feel
myself hardening.

   Breaking our clinch, she backed away as we both gasped for air.  When
she was able to talk, she began stroking my face as she spoke.  "You know,
Ned," she said, "sometimes you can overthink something, and all it does is
make you miserable.  What part are you going to think about next week that
you can't think about right now.  I've told you pretty much everything. 
You just need to trust me that this is going to be one of the most
memorable nights of our lives and go with the flow."

   She began to unbutton my clothes and smiled as she saw me trembling.  I
didn't resist.  She stopped for a moment, but she already knew the answer
when she asked, "So are you going to do it, Ned?"



   For a few days after that, I didn't hear anything further about the
match, and she kept me so busy in bed that I barely got to work in the
morning.  She was so ravenous that I wondered whether I could have cracked
her if I had held out a few more days, but it was too late now.

   The first mention came from Darlene.  "Do you have any idea how
expensive baby oil is?" she said to me when she saw me at the club.  She
had made a beeline to me to tell me that.  She was smiling broadly, but it
wasn't a friendly smile.  Lascivious maybe, depraved maybe.  I felt as
though I were standing in front of her naked while she was licking her lips
at what she was about to do to me.

   "Are we paying?" I asked, trying to keep it light.

   She patted my ass as she said, "Don't worry.  Robin and I have worked it
all out.  I have some connections to get good discounts on everything we
need.  We're all set." Then she reached around in front and stroked me over
my shorts.  She had never done that before, and I was glad that Robin
wasn't there, because I could imagine her getting angry enough to think up
something even more bizarre for the match.  I had to run into a stall in
the men's locker room until my protrusion went down.

   "It's a week from tomorrow," Robin told me that night.  "We picked a
Friday night, because that way we don't have to go to work the next day. 
The club closes at 10, and by 11, everything should be set up.  I'll be
there working on it with the girls, so you can just show up at 11."

   I worked out at the club three times in the following week, and each
time either Sheri, Madison or Darlene was there.  And they were much bolder
with me than ever before.

   "I've been watching videos of women fisting men online," Madison said
one night as she got me in a corner.  She was standing in front of me and
actually reached down and began fondling me outside my shorts.  "They
really turn me on.  I hope I can keep from jumping in and piling on."

   On another night, I was lying on my stomach on the leg lift machine
recovering from a heavy set, when I felt someone approach from behind.  I
almost jumped out of my skin as a hand slid up one leg of my shorts and a
finger tried to squeeze between my cheeks.

   I looked up and it was Darlene with a grin on her face.  "Have you been
practicing inserting stuff?" she asked me, "like dildos or maybe a big
thick cucumber.  Robin's got a pretty good sized fist for a girl." She
laughed and withdrew her hand.

   The worst was Sheri.  She followed me to my car one night, but I didn't
see her behind me until I felt her reach around me and plunge her hand into
my shorts, grabbing my member and starting to pump it before I pushed her
away.  "I see you're sensitive there," she said with a huge laugh.  "You
better be careful Friday, or Robin's going to play you."

   Usually, I see Robin at least once a week at the gym, but that week,
none of our sessions coincided.  I wondered if that was on purpose, and I
wondered if the groping by her friends was part of her psychological battle
plan.  I didn't bring it up in case it was.

   We had a great night in bed on Wednesday, and I was ready for another
one on Thursday, but Robin said no.  "The night before the game, the
athletes need to conserve their energy," she said.  "Also, I want us to be
hot and horny when we step into the ring."

   When I walked up to the club the next night, I noticed that even though
all the windows were covered, light was still coming out at the edges.

   The front door was locked, so I pounded on it until Darlene came and let
me in and locked it behind me.  I followed her through the reception area
leading to the men's and women's locker rooms and into the large carpeted
exercise room.  It had been completely cleared of equipment was now almost
totally covered by a large, rubber mat that was thick and cushony.

   Robin, Sheri and Madison were standing next to a tripod with a video
camera on top of it.  The tripod was extended so high that it almost
touched the ceiling, and the camera was aimed down at the mat.  I saw three
other tripods around the mat that were just a foot or two off the ground.

   The reason for the light leaking outside was that even though the room
had no windows, there were so many bright lights on stands, also high and
low, all aimed at the mat, that it seemed like high noon on a sunny day.

   Robin finished her conversation and came over to me.  "How much are you
spending on this?" I asked her.

   "Don't worry," she said.  "If we run out of money, I'm going to
moonlight as a wrestler." She gave a big laugh.  "No, really, I worked it
into the budget.  We may have to skip a few dinners out and stay home in
bed instead.  I hope you don't mind." She gave another big laugh.  I could
tell she was really excited by the whole scene.  I couldn't figure out what
my attitude was.  I guess I found it interesting in a strange way, although
I was in no way enthusiastic.

   "I think we're all ready," said Robin.  "Do you see what we've done with
this big mat?  The sides and corners are raised a little and held firmly in
place.  We poured a ton of oil on it, and this way it all flowed into the
center, where there's a big puddle.  Even though we're going to splash a
lot, I promised Darlene, we'd stay as close to the center as possible so
the oil doesn't get on her carpet.

   "I borrowed all the video cameras that are on the tripods.  I want to
concentrate on winning and not worry about whether the videographer is
getting the action.  This way, we'll have the action from so many angles
that no matter what we do, we'll be in focus.  And Sheri and Madison have
handheld cameras.  They'll be walking around the ring and getting into the
best position so they can shoot great close-ups.  Sheri does video editing
at work, so she's going to put everything together and even add music.  I
told her not too much music and not too loud.  I want to hear every sound
being made by our bodies and the oil.

   "For fun, Darlene is going to play a role, too.  We've got a hand-held
mike, and she's going to be the ring announcer.  OK, Ned, let's get it on.
Take off your clothes and come over to this side of the mat."

   She began pulling off her sweats.  She was wearing her bright red
swimsuit.  It showed a lot of cleavage, but only on top.  She didn't like
to shave or wax, so her suit bottoms were modest.  My speedo was much
skimpier than her suit bottom.

   I took off the shorts I had put on over my suit and my T-shirt and shoes
and joined her and Darlene at the edge of the mat.  I felt like I was
almost sleepwalking.  My brain wouldn't accept that this was reality.

   Darlene got between us, and then we all faced Sheri who was standing in
front of us with her camera.  We waited a few seconds, and then Sheri said,
"Action."

   Darlene lifted the mike to her mouth and started speaking.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, today's match has been a long time coming.  Our
two wrestlers are here for a grudge match, and they are prepared to go all
out to win.  First we have our Amazonian beauty with her towering talent,
Robin." She lifted Robin's arm in the air and then brought it down and
lifted mine as she said, "Pitted against her, we have Ned, who's not as big
but who's probably stronger.  Or is he?  That's what we're going to find
out tonight."

   "Now, Robin and Ned, look at me.  Here are the rules.  No intentional
hitting, kicking or biting.  No gouging the eyes or twisting fingers, toes,
breasts, balls, dicks, lips -- upper or lower -- or any other moves that
are only for the purpose of inflicting pain.

   "There will be two parts to the match.  You will begin by standing up
and facing each other.  The first round will end when one of you strips the
swimsuit off of the other and raises it into the air.  The winner of that
round gets to keep wearing a swimsuit into Round 2, which will begin with
the loser of the first round on hands and knees and the winner above in the
classic referee's position.  Round 2 will continue until one of the
opponents has his or her complete hand inside the other's ass, up to the
wrist.

   "Do you understand the rules, Robin and Ned?  Good.  Now get in the
center of the ring and stand facing each other, about four feet apart. 
Don't begin until you hear the bell."

   Robin stepped eagerly over the raised lip of the mat and then she almost
slid down on her back before she managed to balance herself.  That prompted
a big laugh from her and her friends.  I stepped in a little more gingerly
and slowly and kept my feet wide for balance and as I walked and slid over
the oil.

   When we got in the middle, we both crouched down and faced each other
with a big pool of oil between us.  I looked at Robin.  Her face was
determined, but she also had a little of that lascivious look she gets when
she's turned on.  I was totally confused.  What could she be thinking?

   The bell rang, and Robin immediately lunged for my knees.  I stepped
back quickly, barely keeping my balance, to see her belly flopping into the
pool of oil.  For a moment all was quiet as she lifted her head up.  I saw
that her face had landed in the oil, and it was running down her face and
hair.  She had an angry look on her face for a moment, but then she laughed
and shook her head like wet dog and moved quickly again.

   At the same time I felt the drops of oil from her shaking head landing
on me, I also felt her hands grabbing my ankles and yanking.  In a moment I
had joined her in the pool of oil and my whole body was also covered.  Then
we started grabbing, pulling, pushing, sliding and spitting out oil.

   We both tried some of our wrestling moves, but nothing worked right in
all that slime.

   As I got more used to what would happen when we made certain moves, I
began to adjust, but Robin adjusted faster.  She was the first one to
realize that she had to focus on a goal and not worry about anything else
that happened.  Her goal, she told me later, was simple: get my swimsuit
off while preventing me from getting hers off.

   The move that worked for her was a distraction move.  As we were jumbled
up and twisting around in the oil, she stopped moving for a second as if
she was catching her breath.  I took the opportunity to rest for a moment,
too.  Then I felt a slimy hand inside my swimming suit, clasping my tool
and starting to pump it.

   I yelled and jumped back from the hand.  But I didn't notice that she
had her other hand ready for me, and I jumped right into it.  The other
hand had grabbed hold of my suit tightly, and it wouldn't let go.  Then the
first hand joined it.

   I tried to twist away, but she held tight, and my movement whipped her
entire body around me.  As her body began sliding away on the oil with her
hands still pulling at my suit.  I twisted the opposite way, and her body
flew in that direction.  She still wouldn't let go.  How long could she
hold on as I flung her body around me?  I wondered.

   But she wasn't thinking about that.  She was adjusting.  The next time I
flipped her, she knew what I was going to do, and she was ready.  A split
second before I twisted, she yanked down on my suit.  It didn't come off,
but it moved enough that the force of her flying away from me continued the
pull she had started and it came down almost all the way over my ass.

   I was startled and didn't know what to do.  If I sent her spinning in
the other direction, she'd probably pull more of it off because of the way
it was positioned.  I would be stripping myself.  I hesitated, but she
didn't.

   As soon as she caught her breath from being thrown across the oil, she
struggled to her knees and then pulled both arms straight up as hard as she
could.

   Because she was holding onto my suit, which was already mostly off my
ass, this sudden yank pulled my whole body out from under me and I went
sliding back with my feet up in the air.  That's when she jumped to her
feet and yanked my suit up.

   She was on her feet less than a second before sliding down hard on her
ass, but it was long enough to pull my suit to my knees.  I looked at her,
and her face was ecstatic.  I tried moving my body in various directions,
but she just kept holding onto the suit.  I saw that if I stopped moving to
reach down to grab it, she would be able to pull it right off.  She now
knew that she just needed to wait for me to make a mistake or relax for a
second and my suit was history.  So she rested while I thrashed.

   Finally, a tiny bit of my brain revved up for the first time, and I
started thinking about my strategy.  I knew that she probably had me for
Round 1, but if I had any chance at all, it wasn't with defense.

   I sized her up.  She was sitting and breathing heavily, holding onto my
suit, which was still at my knees, and waiting until I gave her the
opportunity to pull it off.  I knew what I had to do.

   I pretended to kick my legs and try to escape her death grip on my suit,
but as I did so, I slid closer to her and reached out and grabbed her
bikini top.  I caught her by surprise and she screamed, "No!" But I had two
hands on it, and I wouldn't let go.

   She tried to pull away and twist just like I had, but it didn't work for
her either.  She stopped, and I saw that she was thinking.  I began moving
my hands slowly around her, one hand sliding on the oily bikini top while
the other one grasped it firmly.  Then the first hand grasped while the
second hand slid.  She couldn't stop me unless she let go of my suit.  I
was moving steadily to the clasp.

   She knew that, too, and with a tremendous effort she turned and
attempted to get up at the same time she twisted around.  With us both
holding so tightly to each other's suits, this maneuver sent us both flying
and then slamming back into the oil and bumping and sliding like crazy.

   I didn't let the move distract me from my goal.  I was almost there.  In
a moment, I'd have the clasp off.  I was surprised that she was no longer
pulling away, but had started leaning toward me with her upper body, which
was making it easier for me.

   Then, she leaned even closer.  Actually, she didn't lean, she fell on
top of me.  My hands pulling at her swimsuit top now had no resistance. 
The top was going over her bountiful breasts and they were springing free
in all their glory.  I didn't even need to unclasp it.  Now I had both
hands pulling on it, higher and higher.  It was caught under her armpits
for a moment, but I kept pulling and now all I had to do was pull her arms
up with it and it would slide right off.

   Then I pulled hard at the top and it pulled her arms straight in the
air. Her top slid over them, and I held it in the air for a second and
tried to wave it when suddenly my feet slipped out from under me and I
splashed down into the oil again.

   I was so focused on getting her suit off that I didn't see what Robin
was doing when she fell on top of me.  Her body weight had pushed my legs
together, lining up the knees right next to each other, making it easy for
her to pull my swimsuit over them down to my ankles.  She didn't yank but
had gently slid them down while I was busy working on her top.  Then she
waited, holding tight

   She saw what I was doing and positioned herself.  When I pulled her arms
straight into the air to pull her top over them, her hands were still
holding tight to my suit, so I was also yanking my own swimsuit off my
feet, and that's what made me fall back into the oil.

   She waved my suit wildly about while screaming at the top of her lungs.
Her friends soon joined in the screams as I slowly sat up.

   After things calmed down, I heard Darlene's voice again on the portable
mike.  "The mighty Robin devastates the opposition in Round 1, and she gets
to start on top in Round 2," she said.

   "Wait a second," I said.  "That's not fair.  I had to take two things
off and she only had to do one."

   "You knew the rules," said Robin, sounding smug.  "You could have worn a
bikini, too.  The video would have been even more exciting.

   "That reminds me.  I guess we were too intense to think about anything
else for Round 1, but remember, we're going to talk trash for Round 2.  I
know I will, and I hope you get into the spirit, too." I didn't say
anything, because I was already starting to strategize for Round 2, and I
knew exactly what my first goal was.

   "All right, Robin and Ned, the same rules apply for Round 2," Darlene
said.  "Remember, the first person to get a hand into the other's in the
ass wins, and once we have a winner, the bell will ring.  When it does, the
loser must let go of the winner and accept defeat."

   I got on my hands and knees totally naked, and Robin got on her knees
next to me, leaning over me with one arm around my stomach.  I felt her
large breasts pressing into my back.

   I knew she was going to try to drive me straight down flat with her
weight, and the oil covering my hands and knees would help her do it.  She
probably figured I was going to try one of the classic escapes.

   The bell rang, but I didn't try to get away.  Instead, I quickly rolled
under her so I was on my back.  In a real match, that would have been a
deadly mistake, because she could have easily pinned me, but that didn't
matter in this crazy match.

   As I rolled on my back, I slid sideways so that I was at a right angle
from Robin above me and as I slid, I grabbed.

   Robin was surprised, and before she could do anything, I had both my
hands on the elastic of her suit bottom, one on each side of her ass.  I
pulled and the suit was over her cheeks in a second and down to her knees.

   She decided to lift up off me and then drop down hard on my stomach,
trying to knock my wind out with her weight.  But I was moving and pulling
and so the impact was softened.  Now I knew what to do.  I let go of the
suit and moved my hands to her cheeks.  I grabbed them and began pulling
them apart.  She probably thought I was trying to finish her off quickly
and she reached down to pull my hands away.

   As she did, I pulled her ass to me tightly and rolled us both over so I
was now on top of her.  Then as fast as I could, I got back to her swimsuit
bottom and grabbed it.  I quickly lifted my body up and leaned back while I
was pulling.  Her feet flew into the air and her suit bottom was whipped
off of her.

   As it flew into the air, she scrambled away from me and sat on her knees
looking at me silently for a second.  Then a nasty curl of a smile started
at the corner of her mouth as she said, "You little twerp.  You must be
proud of yourself.  Well, enjoy it, because in a few minutes you're going
to feel these long fingers halfway up your intestine."

   I was taken aback, but it was nothing compared to her friends.  Almost
in chorus, they said, "Whoa!" Neither they nor I had ever heard Robin say
anything like that before.  Neither of us had any time for dirty talking
when we made love.  We were too busy.  We might say something like, "Please
shift a little to the left" or "Faster," but that was about it.

   I tried to get into the trash talking frame of mind but was having a
hard time.  "Those fingers are too pretty to get all smelly in my asshole,"
I said.  "But your dirty mouth should fit just right.  I'm going to sit on
that mouth and give you my blue plate special for dinner."

   Robin enjoyed my feeble attempt while her friends gasped.  She had
insisted that we both clean ourselves out thoroughly before leaving the
house so that we could get down and dirty without getting down and filthy.

   Now the battle was on.  The oil was splashing in all directions, and I
wondered whether the girlfriends with the cameras were getting covered in
it.

   Both Robin and I knew that we could never accomplish our goal on the
fly. We had to get our opponent into a locked position where we had time to
start pushing fingers into the anus and then forcing our hand to victory.
But as soon as one of us got a hold on the other, the slippery oil allowed
an easy escape.

   Robin tried her distraction technique a few times, pumping my tool and
playing with my balls with her greasy fingers.  But I returned the favor
and strummed her bush with my fingers until I felt her clitoris.  Her pussy
was all slimy, but I couldn't tell if it was from her excitement or the
oil. She was responsive, though, and it did distract her momentarily.

   We were both getting tired and frustrated.  This wasn't going anywhere.
Robin decided to take a risk.  She moved on top of me in the 69 position
and sucked my tool into her mouth.  Her slimy ass was right above my face,
and she was vulnerable.

   But I didn't have time to take advantage of it, because I felt a finger
going into my rear.  While working me with her mouth, she had reached
around my legs with both hands and pulled them back over her head, pushing
out my ass and spreading it a little.  Then she slid one hand down and
stuck the finger in.  I tried to move and slide in the oil, but the finger
inside moved with me.

   Her left arm was locked around my right leg, pulling it back.  Now my
asshole was almost facing straight up.  She let go of my left leg because
she knew she couldn't do much if she had to keep reaching around it to put
her finger in.  The finger was pulled out of my ass, but in a second, it
was back in.

   She had used her left arm to pull my right leg so far back that my left
leg came with it.  That's when I realized how strong she was in her upper
body.  Now all she had to do was move her right hand straight down past my
balls, and there I was, spread perfectly for her.  I felt a second finger
go in.  I moved, but again her fingers moved with me.

   Focus, I said to myself.  How can I distract her from her goal.  It was
just a matter of time before she would work up to it.

   I looked up and saw her ass above me.  She was on her hands and knees
but trying to hold it up high and out of my reach.  I wrapped my right arm
around her left leg, as high and tight as I could, and began pulling it
back and down.  As I pulled her ass to me I managed to pull it down far
enough so I could stick the index finger of my left hand between her
cheeks. I pushed it up as far as I could.  Paydirt!  I felt her body tense
as I quickly added a second finger and began moving them quickly in and
out, matching the speed of her fingers moving in me.

   I said to myself, this is just a holding action.  I'm not going to be
able to get enough leverage to push all the fingers in from this position.

   But Robin panicked and played right into my hands, so to speak.  She
suddenly dropped her lower body down on me and quickly slid back and rolled
to the side a little.  With my fingers in the cookie jar, I was forced
slightly to my side, too.  That's when I felt one of her legs go under my
head to my neck while the other leg went over my neck.  Then both legs
locked.

   I heard some noise from her friends, who were impressed by the move, and
so was I.  Her bush was smothering my mouth and her tightening legs were
cutting off my air.  Now she could smother me and knock me out cold if she
wanted and then stick anything in the room up my anus.  That wasn't against
the rules.  I needed to move fast, and I decided the best thing I could do
was copy her.

   I began to lift my rear and move it around, pretending I was trying to
dislodge the three fingers that were now inside me.  Robin's mouth was no
longer on my tool, and she was leaning forward watching her fingers zooming
in and out.

   I began kicking my legs into the air as if I didn't know that would be
fruitless.  I heard Robin laugh and say, "Does the little boy need his
diaper changed?  Is that why he's kicking his little legs in the air? 
Mommy will take care of you soon, Sonny.  Mommy's hands know how what to
do. Soon you'll be feeling really special."

   The girls laughed as they heard this, but I wasn't laughing.  I was
kicking as high into the air as I could while Robin's left arm was pulling
my right thigh back and she was attempting to get four fingers from her
right hand into me.

   Now!  I said to myself.  I couldn't wait any longer.  This could be
disastrous, but I was having such a hard time breathing between her locked
legs that I couldn't think of anything else.  With as much force as I could
muster, I kicked into the air again, but this time I didn't kick straight
up.  Instead, I pulled my legs backward in the direction she was pulling.
In fact, her pulling sent my legs back further than I could manage by
myself.  I felt something between them and hoped I was where I needed to
be, and then I locked my legs before they could fall down again.

   Her scream told me I had succeeded.  My legs were now locked behind her
neck, and as they fell, I pushed her head down into my body.  Even this
didn't stop her fingers working inside me.  There were four of them now,
and it hurt like hell, but I focused.  I had to consolidate my move.  If
she was able to slide her head out from between my legs, I was as good as
finished.

   I closed my locked legs against her neck and pressed as hard as I could.
I felt her head pushed harder down into my body and then I tightened my
legs until I felt that nothing could escape my vice.  She was able to turn
her head to the side so she could breathe, but it was immobile.

   Her fingers never stopped, even though now she couldn't see what she was
doing, But my legs smashing her head against my lower stomach finally got a
reaction.

   "You're hurting my neck," she yelled out.  "That's not fair."

   I ignored her and said as loud as I could, "I can't breathe," while
pushing my locked legs even harder.

   Then I felt her legs around my neck begin to slacken a little. 
"Thanks," I said and I relaxed my legs slightly.  "Move your neck to a
better position right now," I said, "because I'm getting ready to tighten
up again." I wondered if she would try to escape.  But she shifted her head
a little and didn't attempt anything.

   Meanwhile, I caught my breath and looked around.  My head was locked, my
mouth was in her bush, her ass was at eye level and my arms were free.  If
I worked fast, I still had a chance.  I dipped my right hand into the oil
all around us and pushed a finger into her, then a second.  I used my left
hand to pull one cheek to the side so I had better access to her anus.

   I didn't have time to waste, so the third finger went in soon after and
then the fourth.  As I got the fourth in, I felt her thumb that had been
outside of my anus disappear.  It was no longer there.  I looked at my four
fingers going in and out of her and realized she had tucked the thumb under
the other fingers so all five were going in.  Now she was moving them all
at lightning speed, and she was also adding a little pressure.  I felt the
pain of my anal muscles being stretched.

   I tucked my thumb in the same way and continued to follow her lead and
her pace.

   She and I were now squirming and groaning without even thinking about it
because of the pain we were inflicting on each other.  But victory was our
only focus.

   I realized that Robin now had the advantage, even though we both had all
our fingers inside up to the second knuckle.  Because she was bigger than
me and had longer arms, she had more leverage for the final push.

   Then she surprised me again.  I felt something on my limp noodle.  It
was her blowing on it, trying to distract me.  Then her tongue started
licking it.  She was pulling out all the stops.

   "Dr.  Robin is almost ready for you now, Little Ned," she said.  "You've
bent over nicely already.  Get ready to cough when Dr.  Robin puts her hand
into you all the way to the shoulder."

   The girls laughed, but I wasn't distracted.  I could feel she was
starting to push past the second knuckle.  I tried to contract my anal
muscles while pushing harder myself, but she had that leverage going for
her.

   She didn't say another word and she stopped licking me.  She was
groaning and panting from the pain of my fingers in her anus, but it didn't
slow her hand pushing straight down into my anus that was raised high in
the air for her convenience.

   But I was also making progress.  I felt her muscles trying to tighten.
She was also about to yield.  I was almost there, just a few more seconds.

   Then I felt something horrible.  It felt like a bulldozer was plowing
into my body and pounding my insides to mush.  Then it stopped, and I felt
my anus closing around her wrist.  She had won.  I heard her friends
cheering, but she wasn't talking trash or gloating.  She was breathing hard
and speaking as fast as she could at the same time.  She screamed out her
words but had to stop after each one for a breath.  It sounded as if she
was in tremendous pain as she screamed, ""Ned - I - won.  Stop - now. 
Help! - Help!  - You - lost!  - Stop!  - Stop!  - Help!  - No!  - No!  -
No! - No!  Nooooooooooooooo!"

   I saw her friends rush over to pull me off of her as she screamed, but
it was too late.  The last "no" came as my fist plunged into her.  I still
don't know whether I just forgot the rules or I was ignoring them, but my
mind never stopped telling me I had to get that fist into her.  So I did.

   I unlocked my legs and lifted each one slowly to the side, as wide as I
could, so they weren't pressing against her neck anymore.  I waited for her
to loosen her choke hold on me.  but she just lay there crying softly until
I said, "Robin, would you please get your legs off my neck."

   "Oh, sorry," she said and moved them.  She also stopped crying.

   We both lay there exhausted with our fists inside each other's asses
while her friends fluttered around us, shooting video, congratulating us on
a great match and telling us they all had orgasms while they watched us.

   After a while, I saw a smile come back to Robin's face, so I asked her
the question I'd been thinking about the last five minutes.

   "What now?" I said.

   She thought a moment and then surprised me once again.  "We've got to
get our hands out of each other's asses," she said.  "I don't know whether
it's less painful or safer to do it slowly or quickly, but I do know which
way makes for better video.

   "Darlene, Sheri, Madison, make sure you've got one camera aimed at each
of our faces and the other ones shooting our hands in the asses from
various angles.  Ned and I are going to have one more contest.  We're going
to make a fist that's as wide as possible inside each other, and then we're
going to see who can pull the fist free the slowest.  I want one camera on
each ass to shoot slo-mo.

   "I want this to look like those birth videos we saw in school, where the
head comes out slowly and mother looks like she's being split in two. 
Understand?"

   We followed her directions, but she lost control when I was starting to
pull the widest part of my fist toward her hole and began to scream from
the pain.  I stopped.  "No, no, Ned," she screamed.  "Don't try to make
your fist smaller.  This was my idea."

   I made my fist smaller anyway and hoped she wouldn't notice.  Later, she
told me she did notice and thanked me.

   We almost pulled our fists free simultaneously and our painful screams
were in harmony.  She didn't ask anyone who came out the slowest.  Like me,
she was in so much pain that she didn't care about anything at that point.
But she recovered faster.

   The girlfriends were buzzing around us again, telling us they couldn't
believe how big our holes were right after we pulled out and how great it
was going to look in slo-mo.  I listened but was too tired to say anything.

   Robin, on the other hand, perked up after a few minutes, and she began
participating in the conversation about how the film might be edited, how
she wanted to see the raw footage from each camera, what a shame it was
that nobody else would ever see it and so on.

   After a while, she looked over at me and smiled.  She had wiped herself
off and put on her sweats and was off the mat.  I was still sitting there
naked in the puddle of oil.

   "Come on, Ned," she said, holding up my shorts and T-shirt.  "Time to go
home.  The girls are going to clean up."

   I got up slowly and walked to the edge of the mat.  Each step caused
shooting pains inside my anus.  She handed me a towel to wipe the oil off
me.  I did the best I could, but my skin was still slimy as I put my
clothes on, and I felt like I was sticking to the seat in the car.

   We were both hobbling as we walked into the house with our legs spread
wide so there wouldn't be any friction between our cheeks.  We looked at
each other and laughed at how ridiculous we looked.

   When we got inside our front door, I said, "I'm going to take a long,
hot shower."

   "Oh no, you're not," she said as she grabbed my arm and started up the
stairs.

   "You're crazy, Robin," I said.  "We're covered with oil, and every move
we make is a pain in the ass."

   "I don't know about the pain, but I'm excited about the oil, and I'm
really turned on by what we just did in front of my girlfriends.  I promise
you the rest of the night is going to be one of the best nights you've ever
had in your life."

   Of course, I gave in, and she was right.

   I never did watch the video, even though she and the girls tried to get
me to because they were so proud of the editing and production.  Maybe I
would have enjoyed watching myself fist Robin, but I know that watching her
fist me would have been extremely uncomfortable.

   About a year later, she mentioned at dinner that she was thinking about
a sequel.  "What if we did a tag team match," she said.  "We'd each have a
big stud with a huge dick on our side that we could tag if we got tired. 
Only one of us could do this at a time, so it would always be either us
against each other or one of us against a stud.  The winning team would be
the first one whose stud was able to fuck one of us in the ass."

   I looked at her, and she returned my stare for a full minute until she
burst into laughter.  "You should see the look on your face," she said. 
"Don't worry I'm only joking." I don't know if she was, but that was the
last time she mentioned any video ideas.

   I get my money's worth out of the video even without seeing it because
it really turns Robin on.  She doesn't watch it on a regular basis because
she says it's too special for every day.  She says it's only for special
occasions, maybe when we are in a rut or have some career or personal
challenges.

   I know when it's a special occasion as soon as I walk in the door and
see that special light in her eyes that tells me she was watching the video
before I got home and that tonight's going to be a good, good night.  

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