A wrestling Tournament

I just barely managed to get to school before the first class, and unfortunately, it was one of the most boring classes in school. Logistics. Since everything had to be rationed, monitored, accounted for, and allocated since the fall, logistics had become one of the foundational pillars of education. Everything down to the last grain of rice needed to be accurately distributed among our tiny civilization. So, everyone, from the lowliest laborer to the institute head researcher of botany, had to learn logistics. The most boring subject at school. Before I first found the artifact, I found the subject tedious, uninteresting, and hard to comprehend. That seemed to be the case for all the boys at school.

But for some reason, today, I found that subject was much clearer. Don’t get me wrong, it was still dull, but I found I had an easier time concentrating. When I wasn’t working, I had time to ogle my classmates, who didn’t seem to mind wayward attention. That wolfish leering also included the logistic teacher who had those womanly charms. Maybe that’s why I was able to focus. After all, if I could look at beautiful women, it made that dreadful subject more engaging. In fact, that was the case for all my classes. The school was taught exclusively by women, as most teaching-age men were either labor foremen or scout veterans. Regardless, I found myself pretty amped up through the morning’s lessons. After all, I couldn’t help myself. There was an entire school of girls and women built for sex.

So, at around lunch, I made my way to Miss. Flemings biology class. I was so pent up I needed an easy release. Sexual release and I was betting on Miss. Flemings scientific curiosity to get me through the day. Unfortunately, it seems that fate had other ideas.

“Oh, I’m sorryCliff, but I am behind on my grading and paperwork. I’m afraid I can’t do any research today,” said Miss. Fleming with a quick bite of her sandwich.

“Are you sure? I mean, maybe I can help you relax so that you can focus on the paperwork,” I said, holding my penis in front of her.

“I’m sorry, but our research session last night, while enjoyable, has put me on the backfoot of my administrative duties. While our exploration of such an important scientific discovery is important, it’s something that can wait.”

“Well, what if I just use your vagina while you work? I promise I won’t get to wild so that you can focus,” I said, reaching out and fondling one of her boobs.

“Cliff, while your enthusiasm for science is commendable. I must give you a firm no. I am already in the process of organizing my schedule with Angela so that we can have some dedicated research time. But for now, you are just going to have to engage in your own independent research.”

“Alright,” I sighed, as I pulled my pants back up,” I said, feeling more wound up having been denied a potential outlet for sex. “Speaking of research, I think I found an element that could be helpful.”

“Oh? Well don’t keep it to yourself lets here it?” she said, writing a note on a test.

“Well, we thought that the erect penis inside a vagina was all that was needed, to cause enough sensation for the release of cum. But I think it might be equally important to stimulate the vagina so that it can go through its own contractions. I mean, I found more then one vagina that goes through a tightening and releasing faze that helps with releaseing of male cum. Maybe these processes are linked. Maybe its just the female version of male cum.”

“An interesting hypothesis, I will have to do some independent research of my own of that’s true. Well, you better go eat your lunch. I believe you have wrestling practice. You will need all the calories you can get to keep your energy up.”

“But I hate wrestling, I not any good at it. None of the boys are. The girls always just throw us around.”

“Be that as it may, you still need to get ready for class. That kind of competitive physical activity is important for a young man such as yourself,” said Miss. Fleming.

“Alright, I guess I will see you Monday,” I said, leaving my biology teacher to finish her work.

“And if you stick your penis in any more vaginas be sure you don’t do it in one part of town. Spread it out, so as not to raise suspicion form the institute.”

“Can do!” I said before leaving for lunch.

Like I said to Miss. Fleming, I hated wrestling. You got in these spandex suits wait in a circle for a moment before a girl jumps you and pins you to the mat. Worse. That was the class Venessa, and I shared, and Venessa was the worst.

Venessa was the mayor’s daughter, so she got many of the ranks and privileges that accompanied that rank. Better rations that included a protein other than beans. More attention from the teachers. She was often singled out for preferential treatment. Worse, for some reason, she hated my guts. She hated all the boys and didn’t even treat her father that well. But for some reason, she had it for me. It might have something to do with my father working with the institute and sitting together during formal functions. But Venessa hated my guts, and the feeling was mutual.

We usually didn’t share gym classes, but the institute had said wrestling was the sport of choice. It had something to do with logistics. It was easier to have 12 matches at once with minimal space. Thank you, logistics. Because of those very same tedious logistics, Venessa and I shared the same wrestling class.

So, what I did was I went into the locker room and found the furthest locker from the door. If I was fast enough, I could be on the mat before Venessa even arri-

“Hey knuckle dragger,” I heard from behind me. Nuts, I wasn’t fast enough. I turned to find Venessa flanked by her two cronies, Elinor and Lucy. Venessa had her arms crossed over her exposed breasts with an imperious disapproving glair. She must have been in the middle of changing as the straps of her leotard were hanging off her waist, giving me a clear view of her nude upper body. For a moment, I was caught off guard by just how lovely she looked.

“Your shoe is untied,” she scoffed. I looked down at my shoes and was flicked on the nose. “How stupid can you be? Really that is the oldest trick in the book. When are you going to drop out like some of the other boys? Teaching your gender is like teaching a housefly, utterly pointless.”

“Did you think that up all on your own?” I said. Venessa suddenly pushed me into the lockers with a loud clatter.

“Don’t get snippy with me, loser. You’re the one too dumb to realize that you don’t belong,” said Venessa clutching the collar of my shirt.

“Seriously, you’re just taking up space,” said Lucy, who was already in her leotard and was tying up her hair.

“I have every right to be here,” I said.

“Oh, do you?” said Venessa leaning in close to my face and pushing me into the locker. “Then lets throw a few facts to dispel you of that pea brained notion. Women test higher on all fields that they are in, they make better logicians, better scientists, hell they make better foremen for the labors.”

“It’s true, I saw his sister bossing a bunch of the workers around the other day, she was practically shouting at them to do the most basic tasks,” said Elinor.

“See, even your sister is better suited to a man’s task. The only reason I can think of that we use your gender at all is because women have better use for the time the slapping blobs of concrete to repair the roads.”

“Then what about the men in the institute?” I asked.

“What about them?” said Venessa stepping away from me and letting me catch my breath.

“There are a pathetic number of them, only like…Lucy, how much was it again?” asked Elinor.

“Like 1 for every 20 people,” said Lucy.

“There are maybe a few men qualified for such a prestigious position but get real. If you are implying that you’re going to work there is comical. You of all people are singularly unqualified to work at the bedrock institution of Yellowfield,” said Venessa. She then pulled the straps of her blue leotard over her shoulders, hiding her breasts.

“Alright you made your point, just leave me alone Venessa. I just want to get through this dumb class,” I said.

“My oh my, where did he get this sudden spine from?” asked Venessa.

“I don’t know Venessa,” said Elinor.

“Kind of pathetic if you ask me,” said Lucy.

“I’m going to throw you around the mat like a rag doll,” said Venessa, poking a finger in my chest. “I’m going to make you regret every minute you stay in the school. That’s what you get for thinkin you belong here knuckle dragger.”

“Cliff, is everything alright?” asked Joy looking around one of the locker stalls.

“Oh, hey Joy, I didn’t see you there. I was just giving your friend a few pointers for when he gets on the mat, and I thought he could use a few tips with it being tournament day and all,” said Venessa with a few not-so-friendly slaps on the cheek.

“He hasn’t done anything to you. Why don’t you just leave him alone?” asked Joy, her own straps hanging off her waist, revealing her perky breasts.

“Your sympathy for this pea-brained knuckle dragger is a true testament of generosity to all humanity,” scoffed Venessa.

“You can scrape him off the mat when we’re done with him,” said Lucy.

“You might need a spatula,” laughed Elinor. With that, the trio left me feeling angry and dejected.

“Hey forget about them, they’re just bullies,” said Joy holding my shoulder.

“Kind of hard to forget when you’re on the receiving end,” I said, taking off my shirt and throwing it in the locker, and pulling out my spandex.

“Well, it’s just for class, I think they might be a little aggressive because it’s the tournament today. The winner gets a candy ration token,” said Joy rubbing my shoulder.

“Yeah, that must be it,” I said, eyeing Joy’s breasts.

“Hey,” said Joy drawing my attention to her sweet face. Before I knew it, she had planted a kiss on my lips, which startled me.

“Why did you kiss me?” I asked, touching my lips.

“It’s the hot new thing you introduced, kissing people you like. I saw you doing it to Miss. Fleming yesterday, I have been doing it to all my friends and family, but they just seemed confused by it,” smiled Joy.

“Thanks, Joy,” I said, getting into my wrestling spandex.

“Hey we can hang out in the bleachers when we get knocked of the tournament,” I’ll see you there.

When I was dressed, I went out into the main gym with everyone else. Our gym teacher, Miss. Groover explained the format and who was to be wrestling. Just my luck Venessa and her two lackeys were in my bracket. It seemed I would be wrestling Elinor first while I looked her over in the lineup. Elinor could beat any boy any day of the week, but she struggled against some of the other girls. I usually didn’t pay Elinor any mind as I tried to avoid her and Venessa as much as possible. Still, I couldn’t help but notice how large her breasts were. For the first time, I noticed that she was cute, attractive even. She was a head shorter than me, but like that mattered as she had beaten me every time we wrestled in the past. Made a point to impress Venessa by rubbing my face into the mat on more than one occasion. I was annoyed that this petite girl had humiliated me in the past. So, when Miss. Groover told us to get in our perspective rings. I was ready to go.

When the whistle blew, Elinor was on me, knocking me to the ground with her atop me. This was expected, but what was unexpected was the sheer excitement I had of Elinor’s soft squishy body all over me. She tried her best to pin me, but breast squishing against me got me excited. I forgot about technique and focused only on overpowering her to her in a position where I could more easily feel her up. To my surprise, this brutish method allowed me to flip Elinor on her back before mounting atop her. My hands were attacking Elinor’s breasts, and this method seemed to confuse her. She let out little yelps as she tried to wriggle away from me, but with my newfound aggressive style, I was able to drag her back to me by the hips. She was plump and squishy, and I freely ground my now erect penis against her bum. It wasn’t quite penetration, but it made me feel like I dominated her.

“I give! I give!” she said, tapping the mat. The whistle blew, and my match with Elinor was over. “What the heck was that? You call that wrestling?”

“It worked didn’t it,” I said.

“Couch, that can’t have been legal?” said Elinor.

“Quite being a sore loser, Elinor. You have to roll with the unexpected,” said Miss Groover. Elinor huffed before returning to the bleachers with the rest of the washed competitors.

Lucy had beaten her opponent, another girl, by the second wrong on the tournament brackets. One other boy and I were the only males left. A better turnout than usual if I do say so. Joy was still in, but she was against Venessa, and that meant she would probably get knocked out as well. Unlike Elinor, Lucy was fitter, with long, athletic limbs and thick thighs from her track and fieldwork.

I admit she was intimidating. While not as petty as Elinor or Venessa, she was still an awful girl. I have never come close to beating her. But then again, I had never come close to beating Elinor either. So maybe I have a chance.

“You may have beat Elinor, but you’re going down,” she said as we faced off in the ring. She said some other things, but I was already focused on my target. When the whistle blew, I flung myself Lucy and caught her in a bear hug. The momentum alone was enough to throw her off her feet, but I had at least a good 50, 60 pounds on her. There really should be weight classes for this sport. While I was on top of her, I began to rub her breasts.

“What are you doing?” she growled as she used a swift thrust to throw me off her. She was much better than Elinor, and now she was atop me. She tried to pin me down, but I was too busy holding onto her waist and thrusting up. The whole thing was incredibly arousing.

“Stop it!” she shouted as I grabbed her breast while thrusting up again. “You’re not even wrestling, you’re just groping around!” Lucy was distracted enough that I could sit up and push her back on the mat. Now I was atop her and between her legs. I felt like an animal as I pinned her in place and gyrated into her crouch. Lucy looked embarrassed, mainly because she was being thrown so easily. Then the whistle blew.

“Pin!” shouted Miss. Groover. “Alright Cliff, you can get off Lucy.” I let a frustrated sigh as I climbed out between her legs.

“Freak,” muttered Lucy as she got up, messaging her no doubt sore breasts. Then she looked down and saw the outline of my erect penis with a wet spot of pre-cum. “Ew, what going on with your penis?”

“Is something wrong?” asked Miss Groover stepping forward. Our gym teacher was a well-built woman with brown hair and a slim build. She always wore sports bras and midriff-bearing shirts showing off her smooth belly.

“Yeah this freak is leaking,” said Lucy, pointing at the outline of my swollen genitals.

“Good gracious, Mr. Dalton, are you all right?” asked Miss. Groover.

“I’m fine,” I said, as more and more eyes were drawn to me.

“It’s a medical condition,” said Joy stepping up to the small circle. “He has a fluid build-up that needs to get extracted by putting it somewhere warm and soft.”

“Is this true? It isn’t anything infectious is it?” asked Miss Groover.

“No, mam. I talked to a doctor last night, and yes, I do need to relieve it, but its not anything infectious,” I said, hoping Miss Groover didn’t decide to document this whole event.

“Well, you better go take care of that, I’m afraid I’m going have to drop you from the tournament,” said Miss Groover.

“No, it’s fine, it can wait for when I get into the shower,” I said. I admit it was a little stressful having everyone look at my genitals, but it was exciting.

“Well ok, you know your own health better then anyone,” said Miss Groover. “It looks like Venessa is ready for your final match. Honestly I’m impressed you made it this far.”

“Thank coach,” I said, meeting Venessa in the ring.

“Trying to get out of our match, knuckle dragger?” said Venessa getting into position.

“You really need to get better material,” I said.

“You’re going eat the floor in a second,” smiled Venessa. She might be right, I thought. When the whistle blew, I tried the trick I did on Lucy of trying to bowl Venessa over. Unfortunately, she was too savvy for that, splayed herself out, and caught me in a lock under my armpits. From there, it was a simple matter of throwing me to the side and landing on me. Wrestling Venessa was like wrestling a wild cat. She was all over you and knew her stuff. Really it was no match. Venessa had my arm and head in a leg lock that, try as I might, I couldn’t wriggle out.

“Give up, dweeb, that dessert ration is mine,” she smiled. “Your unorthodox crap may work the others, but it won’t work on true wrestling.”

“We will see about that,” I said. I still had one hand free, and now it was as good a time as any to see if stimulating the vagina would cause a tension relaxation reaction. With my free hand, I pushed the thin material of Venessa’s leotard out of the way and began rubbing her pubic area.

“Aaack! What are you doing you weirdo? Stop it!” said Venessa tightening her hold but only really forcing my face right against her vagina. Brown pubic hairs tickled my nose and eyes as I spread up my rubbing of her lips. I remembered what happened to Miss. Fletcher when I stimulated the little bump above the vaginal lips. The clitoris, I think it was called, was supposed to be filled with nerve endings, though no one knew why. That might be my ticket, I thought. With limited options, I began licking that sensitive spot of hers.

“Hey!” Venessa shrieked. “Miss. Groover, he’s licking me!”

“Is he biting you?” asked the couch.

“Well, no but it feels weird,” said Venessa digging her heels into my shoulder.

“Well, as long as he is not biting you, I’m afraid it’s not against the rules,” said Miss Groover, who had already wrapped the rest of the matches. The rest of the class watched the struggle between Venessa and me, and there was a lot of cheering for the mayor’s daughter. With sporadic cheers for me from the boys and Joy.

“Listen you’re just humiliating yourself at this point, just give up,” growled Venessa as she began to wriggle under my tongue’s ****.

“Not a chance,” I said, noticing that her labial lips were slick. The smell she was producing was delightful. It was a mix of sweat and musk that made me bury my face between her thighs. Venessa seemed more annoyed and tickled than anything else. Nothing like the reactions I got from the other women I had sex with. I wondered if the penis needed to be involved somehow. But then the answer hit me. I had modified the other women’s implants with the artifact. Even Joy I hadn’t yet modified acted as if she was being tickled instead of the convulsing pleasure I had come to expect. That only meant I needed to try harder, and if I couldn’t use my penis, I would have to use something penis-like. I slid two fingers into her slick channel, causing Venessa to loosen her grip a moment. I took the opportunity to pull myself into a kneeling position, so she was hanging down. While my fingers relentlessly moved in and out of her vagina, my tongue swirled around her sensitive clitoris.

“Oh jeez,” Venessa said, tightening her hold of my arm. My hand was now pressed up against her chest. With a bit of groping around, I managed to grab ahold of a spandex-covered breast. Her nipple had grown stiff and was sticking out of the fabric. It was the perfect target for my captive hand. I had three means of attack on Venessa, and all she could do was hold tight, trying to eke out a submission hold on me. But she was only after that dessert prize and my humiliation. I was battling for science. I stopped licking and began sucking on her clit. I figured that if suction could cause my penis to cum, this would work as well. A moment later, Venessa began to quiver. Her arms and legs began to shake, and her grip slackened. I went into overdrive, pinching he nipple while shoving my fingers inside her up to the knuckle.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she cried before every muscle in Venessa’s body tightened up. I couldn’t breathe as her thighs were crushing my head for a moment. But a moment of stiff quivering, she let out a loud scream that filled the gymnasium. A jet of liquid shot out of her vagina and splashed against my face. This was quite a shock for me. It was a salty, creamy texture that filled my mouth and nose while giving my face a wet sheen. I found it delightful.

While I was mentally analyzing this latest discovery, Venessa had relaxed and collapsed to the mat. Remembering I was in the finals of a wrestling tournament, I jumped on Venessa and pinned her to the mat.

“Pin!” shouted Miss. Groover after the countdown. The entire gym erupted in either groans or applause. It was pretty significant, as I was the only boy to win a wrestling tournament in years. Venessa, meanwhile, had a large patch of wet fabric between her legs, and she was covered in sweat. While I was awarded the dessert ration, my opponent was slinking off the showers. Obviously very confused and very embarrassed.