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Match
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

What would a man do if offered a fivesome orgy with 
four women? (FFFF/M, d/s, size, oral, anal, fisting, 
huml, orgy)

***

"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 
rutting, 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 that night, 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.

"And, 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 an 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, you know, 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 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 seem to be 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. 

END

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