Elsa goes for a deep dive

The two nude wrestlers stood face to face, eyeing each other warily as they guarded against one another’s approach. It was like an ancient Roman-Greco wrestling match in the baths, only they were two naked young women in a women’s changing room.

Elsa had to smirk at her predicament. She wasn’t planning on facing off against this complete stranger in a submission match this morning, but after seeing how hot and feisty Sam was, she just had to try the slinky, raven haired rocker out.

She had watched women’s submission wrestling online, even got interested enough to try it out herself, but never pursued it very far. Her previous match experiences felt lacking. She had either one opponent who she beat handily and only seemed in it for the after match play, and another who bested her handily, only to pass up on her winner’s prize. This time, she could feel the adrenaline pumping, the emotional high of competing against someone who could keep up with her, forcing her to push deep to find something inside her she didn’t know was there. Her match with Samantha was sparking the fighting spirit within her and she really wanted to win!

Elsa was still ahead on points, so all she would have to do was keep Sam from scoring any more. Sam’s strength was waning as well, so the momentum was shifting to her side, despite her opponent’s clear superiority in wrestling experience.

From Elsa’s swim experience, she could tell when someone was gassed. The slouched posture, the heavy breathing, lack of focus. She saw all those traits in Sam. She tested her opponent’s reactions with a feint. Sam reacted, but not as sharply as she had done earlier. This was definitely her chance to push!

Elsa made another feint, aiming for the arm. Sam pulled away, but Elsa was already diving in, catching Sam’s foot. Sam tumbled back onto the mat, but kept her legs outstretched to keep Elsa from closing in and catching her body. Elsa struggled to get in. Every time she tried to sneak around, Sam kicked back with her feet. Elsa decided to change tactics and yanked Sam’s foot, bringing the petite woman to her!

She reached down to grab for more points, but Sam’s hand blocked access to the basket. They wrestled some more, eventually getting their fingers interlocked. Sam stretched her arms out, taking Elsa’s hands away from her honey hole.

Undeterred, Elsa leaned in and sealed her lips over Sam’s pussy, causing her rival to gasp and moan. She squeezed Elsa’s hands tighter and outstretched her arms, which only allowed Elsa to push in deeper with her mouth. She sucked and probed with her tongue, feeling Sam’s body tremble in response.

“Sffntn! Entn!” she garbled, muffled in Sams muff.

Sam tried to calm her mind. She was embarrassed that Elsa was running away with the match. Just when she thought she was getting better at the sport, she comes up against another novice that was pushing her to her limit! She told herself to save the pity party for later though. She was in a tight spot, falling behind, but not out of it. Elsa had the better stamina and conditioning, but she still had some moves she could pull out. She bit her lower lip and clamped her legs around Elsa’s face, suffocating her in Sam’s lucidious scent.

“Mmff!” Elsa mumbled, unable to count.

It was a cheap move, especially against a beginner, but if Elsa couldn’t count, she couldn’t gain points. The next step was to break free, which meant finding out how long Elsa could hold her breath. Sam squeezed her legs together, wrapping them in a leg scissor, before rolling her body over. She took Elsa with her in a Gator Roll. Elsa’s face was squeezed between Sam’s pussy and legs. She spun around and around like she was in a washing machine, unable to breathe. The only way out was to let go and that meant giving up on her advantage.

Stubbornly, Elsa forged on. Rather than fight the rolling, she focused on getting her tongue into Sam’s hole.

Sam’s concentration dropped when the hot lifeguard pressed her tongue into her pussy. She cursed to herself, unable to get momentum like this. She was not getting out this way, but she might be able to get out another way…

Elsa realized that they were no longer rolling and Sam was grinding into her face! She was shocked to feel juices gush into her mouth as Samantha’s body tremored.

If she couldn’t get loose with wrestling, she was going to try to get free with shock and awe! Sam kept Elsa’s face in a vice-like grip between her legs as she rode it up and down. She practically slammed Elsa’s head against the mat with how roughly she was grinding. Technically, Sam had regained control and could be earning points, but she was too deep in, only able to concentrate on finishing over her opponent. Her body shivered and convulsed as she spilled her juices all over Elsa’s face. She let out a satisfied moan as she rode out the orgasm.

Slippery and wet, Elsa pulled away in shock! Gasping for air, she wiped her mouth and checked her hand. It was covered in juices. She asked Sam, “Did I just make you cum?”

Sam didn’t reply. Instead, while her opponent was distracted, she grabbed Elsa’s legs and twisted them together like a pretzel and then flipped her over to face the mat, then leaned back, bending Elsa’s back.

“Ahh! What are you doing?!” Elsa asked in surprise.

“It’s called a Texas Cloverleaf!” Sam informed her. She then sat back, squatting on top of Elsa’s back, pinning her to the match.

Elsa tried to push out, but the position Sam had on her put all her weight on top and planted both feet on the ground. It was a stable hold that didn’t cost a lot of energy to keep on. She then felt fingers enter her.

“Twelve… Fourteen… ” Sam counted off.

Elsa struggled desperately to get out.

“Hold still or I’ll go in the wrong hole…” Sam warned.

Elsa ignored her and tried to twist around. Suddenly, she felt pressure from behind. She gasped and shivered. A digit had entered her anus, sending alarm bells ringing in her head.

“W-w-Whaaaa?!” she gasped, trying to hop up.

“Sixteen…” Sam continued to count.

The feeling of both her ass and pussy being worked at the same time sent shivers up and down Elsa’s spine. She rolled her eyes and dropped her jaw as the sensations overcame her. She shivered and bucked, only held in place by her opponent, perched on top of her.

“Oh wow… you’re really into this!” Sam remarked.

“Shh… shut up!” Elsa cringed. She felt exposed, now that her opponent had found a weak spot.

“Eighteen… Twenty…” Sam counted on.

Elsa was now behind. She had to do something or she was going to lose the match!

Samantha’s fingers deftly stroked her from the inside, causing her to spasm involuntarily. She was paralyzed with pleasure. The timer was counting down. There were less than thirty seconds left to go. She could either lay there and take it or try something to turn the match around.