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A Lesson in Thigh Power
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A Lesson in Thigh Power
My interest in female wrestling began a number of years ago. I'd like
to describe the experience, as it may interest the readers of your fine
magazine.
It was the start of my third year in college. I had moved into a small
apartment in a large old house away from the campus, where I thought there
would be peace and quiet to allow me to concentrate on my studies.
Soon, however, I discovered there would be distractions in the
neighborhood. Two teen-age girls lived next door. I noticed them one day
as they worked in their back yard, which was in view of my apartment window.
They both were in their late teens, and a little young for me. I watched
them for quite a long time, however, and admired their attractiveness and
enthusiasm.
One afternoon, as I started to study, I saw them engaged in a wrestling
match on the grass of their back yard. It wasn't the first time I had ever
seen girls wrestle, but I had never seen such intensity and competitiveness
between two females. It thoroughly captured my interest, and I watched in
fascination for several minutes as they struggled vigorously and displayed
more skill, stamina and determination at this sport than I would have ever
expected from two girls. Not only was I impressed with their athletic
prowess, I found it to be an erotic thrill, and I nearly had an orgasm just
from watching them.
A few days later I met these two exciting young combatants. Bonnie was
18 years old, and her sister Sue a year younger. They were even prettier up
close than from a distance. They were about equal in size, so they seemed
well matched for wrestling. They were average sized, well-built, feminine
and looked physically fit without being overly muscular.
I mentioned that I had seen their match from a few days before. They
laughed and explained they often wrestled, sometimes for fun and exercise,
and sometimes to settle disputes. I offered to referee a match if they ever
needed one. To my surprise they agreed and seemed pleased to have someone
interested in their sport.
The next day they agreed to have a match for some important stakes.
The loser would have to clean the house, mow the yard and rake leaves, while
the winner had to do no work and got her choice of which television shows to
watch for the entire week.
I was thrilled at the prospect of seeing these two shapely young
athletes in action again. Bonnie, the older girl, appeared to be slightly
heavier and stronger. Sue was my favorite, as she was somewhat friendlier.
As far as refereeing, though, I would be fair and now show any favoritism.
The match was again to be held in their back yard. Both girls wore
jeans, and although I'd have preferred to see them in shorts, the jeans were
tight and gave a good view of their nicely shaped backsides. They agreed to
two out of three falls, with a pin occurring when one had her shoulders
pinned to a count of three.
Bonnie won the first fall after a struggle of several minutes, when she
worked Sue into a pinning position. Both girls were perspiring and
breathing hard, and I was impressed with their stamina, in view of the
intensity of their struggle. Also I was again sexually turned on, but this
was nothing I'd ever mention to either girl.
Sue came back to win the second fall with a body scissors. She smiled
at me after the fall and said the scissors the most effective hold a girl
can use.
Bonnie used the same hold, a scissors to Sue's midriff, to win the
final fall and the match. Both girls were exhausted, as they had fought
hard for probably over 20 minutes.
Sue seemed despondent afterwards, and I tried to console her. She said
she was careless to allow herself to get trapped between Bonnie's legs, as
it meant almost certain defeat. She extolled her sister for having
exceptionally strong legs. I reminded Sue that she had won the second fall
with a scissors, and Sue agreed that both of them possessed formidable legs.
Sue went on to say that most girls are a lot stronger in the legs than they
are generally given credit for. She seemed a little brash when she added,
"Pound for pound, we're stronger than guys from the waist down."
I didn't believe her for a minute, but it was exciting to hear her talk
that impudently. Maybe she was teasing and just trying hard to get a
response out of me. I told her women athletes couldn't even come close to
men in any sport. This seemed to upset her, and she started to argue,
saying women have never been permitted to play sports or develop their
strength as men have. I said it's a good thing, because they are too
fragile and just not meant to engage in any strenuous sports. I was teasing
them, of course, as she and her sister had just impressed the hell out of me
with their fiercely contested match.
Sue wasn't going to concede me the argument. She returned to her
original thesis, that females have stronger legs, relative to weight, of
course, than the so-called stronger sex. She explained that women have
broader hips and bigger, heavier thighs, and they're naturally stronger in
that area. I continued by stating that women accumulated fat, not muscle,
in their hips and thighs, and it was ridiculous to say women had any
advantage in strength whatsoever in the legs or anywhere on their bodies.
We didn't agree on the issue, and what started as a not-so-serious
teasing kind of debate ended up with both of us a little agitated. It was
exciting to meet a girl with so much spunk and pride in being a female, but
at the same time her assertion was a threat to my male ego. This was in the
early 1970's, and the thought of a woman being stronger than a man in any
way, or able to compete with him in any sport, seemed implausible and
threatening.
We didn't discuss the matter the next time I saw her. I did ask,
however, how she and Bonnie got interested in wrestling. Sue explained that
their mother had started to take judo lessons years ago, and as an adjunct
took up wrestling with another woman from her judo class. Their mother had
taught both girls to wrestle from an early age and still participated with
them on occasions.
I had met Norma, their mother, but didn't know her very well. She
seemed "too old" to be very active in wrestling. Actually she was in her
mid to late 30's, not very old at all, but to me then she seemed really old,
and I couldn't imagine how a woman her age could wrestle.
Bonnie explained that their mother was too strong and skilled for
either of them. I expressed surprise about this, and Sue said something to
the effect of, "There you go again. You don't want to give us women credit
for anything. You're just like most guys. Well, I'd like to see you take
on our mother. She'd tear you up. And if you doubt the power a woman can
have in her legs, you should try and get out of her scissors!"
I was shocked at this outburst and realized Sue was quite serious. The
thought of wrestling a woman had never occurred to me, but there I was,
being goaded into such a match by two determined teen-age girls.
Sue pressed me about testing my strength against her mother. I was
reluctant to do so, as I had not wrestled anyone since I was a young boy,
but on the other hand, I couldn't imagine losing to any woman, especially an
"old" woman like Norma, who was a few inches shorter than I was and
certainly didn't outweigh me. I said to "bring her on," but scarcely
believed that the match would become a reality.
The next day, though, Bonnie and Sue met me right after school and said
the match was on. It would be held in their basement, where they had mats
suitable for wrestling, that Saturday afternoon. I was surprised and didn't
want to go through with it, but I couldn't back down. Bonnie and Sue seemed
delighted that I was going to do it, and their confidence was disturbing to
me.
How could I lose, though? I was 5'9" and Norma was only about 5'4". I
was about 150 lbs, and although I wasn't overly muscular, I did lift weights
and could bench press over 200 lbs, and certainly was strong enough to
defeat a woman. I was in reasonably good shape, so I thought, from an
occasional game of tennis or handball.
I was nervous on the day of the match. I arrived on time at their
home. Sue greeted me, and she was smiling as if there was no doubt in her
mind that I would be trounced. She was wearing shorts, as it was a warm
day, and her legs, which I was seeing for the first time, looked very nice,
well-developed, and strong. Her thighs were bigger than I expected, and she
looked very sexy.
Norma wasn't ready, and I had to wait a long time for her to enter. I
was feeling terribly nervous by then, and the presence of Bonnie and Sue,
acting sassy and smug, obviously proud of their mother and seemingly
contemptuous of my strength and wrestling ability, added to my malaise. The
long wait probably was intentionally planned to give me more time to get
nervous.
Norma finally appeared, and I was amazed, not just at how formidable
she looked, but also at how gorgeous. She wore a leotard which showed the
contours of her large breasts and trim waist. It wasn't those features,
though, that my eyes were fixed on - it was her legs! Beautifully shaped is
the first thing I'd say in describing them, but also they were larger and
more muscular than I expected. Her upper thighs were massive but solid as
could be. She looked capable of crushing the rib cage of a bigger guy than
me. Also her legs were darkly tanned, which added to their allure. She
warmed up for several minutes, demonstrating her remarkable flexibility and
showing off her bulging voluptuous thighs. I was very nervous at the
prospect of what those legs could do to me, but also I was excited at the
thought of having contact with this gorgeous female.
We weighed ourselves on a bathroom scale before the match. I was
surprised that Norma was only 135 lbs, as her legs were so prodigious. I
was 146 lbs, and with an advantage of 11 lbs in weight and 5" in height, I'd
have no excuse for losing.
We agreed to the same rules Bonnie and Sue used - two out of three
falls, with pins or submissions counting as falls. Norma was very serious,
if not grim, and seemed nervous too, which was of some relief to me.
The first fall began with me on the offensive. Norma fought more
defensively, leading me to think I was in control. I worked hard, too hard,
and after a few minutes I was breathing hard and sweating heavily. She was
very experienced and managed to keep me struggling constantly against the
big muscles in her thighs and butt, draining my energy completely.
The end came suddenly. She caught my head between her upper thighs and
had me helplessly engulfed. I struggled and managed to break loose from her
brutal grip, but in a flash she had me again, this time with her knees
around my head. The pain was intense, and I tried desperately to get free,
but this time she had me, and I was forced to submit.
My face and head had taken a great deal of pressure from the hard part
of her knees, and I had trouble getting to my feet for a few moments. Norma
knelt in front of me and seemed very concerned, asking me over and over if I
was hurt, and if I wanted to submit the match to her. She seemed to be
overdoing it, as even when I was able to get to my feet, she expressed
concern about my ability to continue. Sue and Bonnie smiled and asked if I
still doubted the leg strength of a woman.
I was embarrassed, of course, but felt I had given a pretty good
account of myself and was eager to redeem myself in the next fall. This
time, though, she changed her style and came right at me, switching from a
defensive style to the offense. She soon had me trapped in a body scissors.
She kept me in it for a long time, and I wasn't able to free myself from her
constricting legs, despite my vigorous struggle, which resulted in nothing
more than depleting my energy. She then slowly increased the pressure and
warned me she was capable of breaking my ribs, which by then I had little
doubt she could do. I soon submitted the second fall to her, and the match
was over.
I was embarrassed, of course, but the thrill of being overpowered by
this surprising female was one I'd never forget. I admitted to the three of
them that I had been wrong, and that in the future I'd never underestimate
the power of a woman, especially the power of her legs.
Norma and I had another match several months later, when I was better
prepared. I'd like to describe it in a future letter.
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