tagNonConsent/ReluctanceGrappling with a Challenge

Grappling with a Challenge

byedrider73©

Many thanks to Kitty Pain for all her hard work in editing and improving this story on a fast deadline.

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"Don't move," she said.

"OK," I said.

That's how the worst day of my life started. Or I should say ended, because it was close to midnight.

I was lying on top of Sally like dead weight. She had her long legs wrapped around my waist. We were both drenched with sweat because we had just finished an extended session of lovemaking. I had given her a bunch of orgasms -- I wasn't counting -- and we had ended the way she liked the best -- her version of the missionary position. She was on the bottom with her legs hugging me around my back, and I was on my hands in a pushup position pounding away at her as hard as I could while listening to her saying "Harder!" in a whisper that gradually grew louder until she was screaming it as she came, all the while magnifying my body hammering away at her by pulling me toward her with her legs and then releasing me while I was making the upstroke. Sometimes this lasted so long that I couldn't hold myself up, and I would have to lower my upper body to my elbows and rest with my chest pressed against her beautiful breasts, stopping their wild flopping for a while until I gathered the strength to get into the pushup mode again.

When she came so loudly, it almost always drove me over the edge, too. And then we both collapsed in exhaustion. I rolled off of her and lay next to her while we panted and laughed.

Sally and I had been having great laughs and great times together since we were kids. Well, not always at the beginning. She was my baby sister's best friend, and she lived in our house almost as much as in her house down the street. The first thing I remember was Omie and Sally ganging up on me. Even though I was two years older than them and pretty strong, they were both athletic, and together, they were more than a match for me.

But it was all good fun, and when there weren't any boys around to play with, I appreciated that the two of them were happy to participate in any sport I dictated, from running, to football, to basketball, to baseball, and even wrestling.

It all ended when I was turning 15 and they were almost 13. That's when they became boy crazy, and my role changed to protector. Sally thought of me as her big brother as much as Omie did, and even though she grew tall and curvy and cute as can be, she never looked at me like I looked at her. She dated lots of my friends, and some of them didn't like the warnings I gave them about trying anything that she wasn't ready for.

Actually, Sally could take good care of herself without my help. She was the star of the women's wrestling team and won State heavyweight in her senior year. She was lean and strong, and when she wrapped her long arms and legs around opponents, they weren't going anywhere.

She was also very popular. I didn't date a lot in high school, but once I entered college, that changed. Omie and Sally joined me as freshmen when I was a junior, and because we were all townies, I began seeing more of Sally again in our frequent car pools. It was like the three of us took an intermission from childhood and were kids all over again. On the way to school and home, nothing was sacred -- not professors, not clueless classmates and not our love lives. If I were to write down some of the things we said to each other, you'd think they were cruel, but they were all said in fun and there was more laughter than talk.

I don't even know how it happened, but Sally and I started going out, and then came the best year of my life, which ended that night, a month from my graduation. Until that night, we were almost inseparable. We enjoyed doing everything together. We laughed together and occasionally even cried together. But most of all we made love together.

It turned out that while Sally dated a lot in high school, her height and strength intimidated most guys, and she was at about the same sexual incompetence level as I was. We set off on a crash course together and tried almost everything we heard of in almost every odd corner of our town. Some of it was wild enough to be called kinky, but neither of us enjoyed anything that might in any way cause physical or mental pain to the other.

A good example was oral. She loved it when I ate her out, but she said she was scared to return the favor, because she knew she'd throw up if I came in her mouth. I told her I didn't blame her for feeling that way, because the thought disgusted me, too, and I would never do that to her. A couple of times, she tried to overcome her aversion, but each time she gave up. I didn't care at all, especially after she went on the pill and I didn't have to use protection anymore.

We were too busy having sex and studying to do anything else -- like talk about our feelings for each other. I did think once or twice about whether we would ever move on to a more serious relationship, but I always decided there was plenty of time for talking about stuff like that later. Right now, we were having the time of our lives. Why let the future interfere?

And that brings us to the night it all blew up into a million pieces. It started when I was ready to roll off of her.

"Don't move," she said.

"OK," I said.

"I want to try something new tonight," she said.

"I just wanted to roll over so I'm not crushing you," I said.

"Not yet," she said. "I want to tell you what you're going to do."

"OK," I said.

"You're going to eat me," she said.

"I already ate you," I said.

"I mean now," she said.

"But I didn't use a condom," I said.

"I know," she said. "You're going to do it anyway."

"I don't want to," I said, trying to figure out what kind of game she was playing. She seemed satisfied with the way I was responding, so I continued to improvise.

"I know you don't," she said, "but you're going to do it anyway."

"No I won't," I said.

"Yes you will," she said. "I'm going to make you."

"OK, Sally, I give up," I said. "Am I supposed to think up things to say that are as silly as what you're saying?"

"No," she said. "I want you to start eating me now."

"I'm not doing anything of the sort," I said, "and if you don't tell me what this is all about, I'm getting up."

"No, you're not," she said.

"That's enough," I said, and I put my hands on either side of her shoulders and began to push my upper body up. I didn't get far because she loosened her legs from around my waist, stretched them out and then slammed them into my back and locked them around me, pushing me more tightly into her body than I had been a few seconds ago. At the same time she put both hands behind my head, grabbed my neck and pulled it down behind her left shoulder. I struggled against her for a while with my mouth pressed into pillow and then I decided to stop and just go limp. She let go of my neck but didn't do anything else.

I raised my head and said, "Would you mind telling me what you're doing?" I asked.

"Right now nothing except preventing you from getting off the bed before you eat me," she said.

"May I ask you why you're doing this?" I said.

"I thought you'd never ask," she said. "It's because of Valentine's Day, sort of. You know Sheridan and Sloane?"

"Yes," I said. "What do they have to do with Valentine's Day."

"Nothing," she said.

Sheridan and Sloane were her grappling buddies. Sally could have had a wrestling scholarship, but she decided to give it up to focus on her studies. She ran into Sheridan and Sloane, who used to be opponents in high school tournaments, and they talked her into joining a Brazilian jiu jitsu club. They worked out together once a week with other former wrestlers and also saw each other socially.

We had double and triple dated a few times, but I didn't care for Sheridan and Sloane's male friends. Both of them were muscular women, even more than Sally, and it seemed strange that their choice in men ran to small, puny, nondescript guys. Sally thought so, too, and told me that the men enjoyed being submissive and her friends enjoyed being dominant. I never asked for any details.

"Should we start over?" I asked, talking at the pillow.

"No, I'm sorry," she said. "I know it's confusing. But it started with Sheridan and Sloane telling me some of the things they did with their weird men friends. The guys like to be humiliated and degraded, and the girls love to give them what they want.

"They told me they practice armbars, cross sides, knee mounts and even illegal moves like slamming and scissor takedowns on their boyfriends. And sometimes they do things like facesitting and reverse facesitting."

"I don't even know what you're talking about," I said.

"I know," she said. "You've never taken an interest in submission grappling -- or submission sex."

"I didn't know that was important to you," I said.

"It's not," she said. "Let me finish. All you need to know is that the girls can force the men to eat them out, both the regular way and the, uh, back side."

"You're kidding," I said.

"No, and the guys don't mind," she said.

"But I mind," I said.

"I know, and you're not going to do the back side. You're just going to do one thing they do, which is eat me out when I'm full."

"Even if I agree, which I won't, why is this so important to you?" I asked.

"I want to get back at you for Valentine's Day," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"You stood me up," she said.

"You're crazy," I said. "We talked about it weeks in advance, and you agreed I could go to Ollie's bachelor weekend and I would make it up to you with a special dinner later. And I kept my word."

"I know," she said, "but I didn't tell you how hurt I was that you chose Ollie over me."

"I didn't choose Ollie over you," I said. "I got your permission."

"But Valentine's Day is a special day for women, and we were going to be with your sister and her fiancé, and now both of them probably think you don't really care that much about me, and they are probably right."

"And you are probably more irrational now than you've ever been," I said. "So you want to punish me for not being with you on Valentine's Day. Don't you think that's sick?"

"Yes, but I still want to do it," she said. "I admit that's only part of the reason. It's really more like the excuse. OK, the real reason is I've been hearing all this stuff from Sheridan and Sloane, and I wanted to try something just this once. I promise I'll never do it again. And I'm glad you're not going along like those boyfriends. I don't want you to be like them."

"You're darn right I'm not going along," I said to the pillow. "Now let me go."

"Not until you do it," she said.

"You can hold me as tight as you want for the next few hours, but I still won't do it," I said.

"Yes you will," she said, "because I'll force you. You're probably stronger than I am, but I can use BJJ just like women police officers use it against criminals twice their size. Now that I've explained what you're going to do, we can get started. I'm not going to injure you, but you might as well give in because until you do, you'll be extremely uncomfortable."

I didn't say anything more. I decided she must have taken leave of her senses, and there was no use talking to her while she was like this. She was right that I had no knowledge of grappling, but I did have my weight and it was all on top of her. So I just lay there limp.

Then I felt her hands go toward my head again. Without thinking I raised myself up so she couldn't reach my neck. Then some things happened fast.

She grabbed my left wrist tightly with both her hands and pulled it across her body. Then her right leg moved so fast that I didn't even see it. But I felt it unhook from around my waist and fly up until her foot was against the left side of my face and pushing my head to the right.

As soon as she did that, she grabbed my right wrist and pulled it under my body in the other direction, and just like before, her left leg moved up against my right cheek. Her legs crossed behind my head, and then I felt them pulling my head down towards where her hands were now reaching for my neck.

My hands were now free, and I tried to pull her hands away. I finally succeeded, but not before I felt her lift her legs so that her thighs were now at my neck. And then she moved her legs so that they were like two hands choking my neck, but much more powerful than two hands. I let go of her hands and reached up to grab her legs and pull them apart so I could get my head out of those powerful thighs, but now she grabbed for my hands and pulled them down. I shook free of her and lifted my hands again, but she pulled them down again. Meanwhile, the tight thighs were like a vise that was closing around my neck. I was in tremendous pain, and it was starting to affect my breathing.

I stopped trying to raise my head and lowered it slowly as she moved her legs up higher and pulled my head down with her hands. I felt weak and dizzy. My head was pushed into her large bush of pubic hair. I had been in this position often, but always willing and eager. I loved pleasuring her. It turned me on as much as when our bodies were slamming into each other.

But this was no turn-on for me. I was in pain and feeling sick. As I smelled the strong odor of my sperm through her hair, I became even more nauseated. A thought came to my mind: How excited would she be if I threw up all over her crotch?

She loosened the grip of her legs, but she kept them locked. I was able to breathe more easily, and my neck didn't hurt as much. I lay there thinking. I thought about us as children, as teenagers, as lovers. I thought about how my good feelings about her were being destroyed forever. I wondered why I had never seen this side of her, why I could never imagine her hating me enough to do this to me. I thought of what I would do to her when I finally got free of her. Then she interrupted my thoughts.

"Are you ready to cooperate?" she asked.

"No," I said. Now it was her sweaty pubic hair, reeking of my semen that I was speaking to, not the pillow.

"I'm so excited that I'm sure I'll come really fast," she said, "and then I'll let you go."

"I don't care how excited you are," I said. "You can lock my head up again so tight that I faint. Or you can pull my neck down until it breaks. I'm not going to stick my tongue into you."

"Yes you are," she said. "Why can't you be reasonable? Just do it and let's get this over with."

"No," I said.

"OK," she said. "I didn't want to do this. Sloane says her boyfriend likes this, but I know you won't."

I felt her legs tighten around my neck again and pull my head down. One hand was pulling on my neck, too. I wanted to push it away and lift my body up, but I couldn't summon the strength. Holding me like this she wiggled her body and moved both of us close to the edge of the bed. Then she stopped, and I felt one of her long arms drop down on the side of the bed and move around as if she was reaching for something under the bed. Then she found it, because the hand came up to the bed again. I couldn't see what she had reached for. My eyes were closed because they were pressed into her hair.

Then I heard a sound like the wind, and boiling water poured over my body, and I was screaming in agony as it scalded me. It wasn't boiling water, but that's what it felt like. The searing pain started in my buttocks and moved out to envelop every inch of me. I drew my breath in and held it, trying to control the burning, but I couldn't. And then I started crying, and I hated myself for giving her that -- almost as much as I now hated her.

"I'm sorry," she said. "That was a cane. I know what you just felt, because I had Sloane give me one hard stroke. I told her it wouldn't work on you, but once I felt it, I realized I was wrong. It's no shame to give in to that. I can't imagine anything hurting more. I'm going to let you collect yourself, and then you can start."

I thought hard. Now I was in basic, Neanderthal fight or flight mode. I could probably resist a little longer, but all it would mean would be more boiling water. In the end, I'd have to do what she wanted. I might as well avoid the pain if I had to submit to the degradation anyway. I lay there shaking. Slowly my body grew quieter. The pain was still there, but not quite as strong.

"OK," she said. "I'm loosening my legs a little. Move your head down slowly." And then she made my blood run cold, because she giggled. Maybe it was a nervous giggle. That's what she told me later, but I think she was lying. She was enjoying all of this, including the cane. She was totally delighted.

I followed her instructions, and as I moved my head down, the smell grew stronger and I felt moisture against my cheeks. I held my breath to keep from gagging. How was I going to do this? She opened her legs a little as I reached her crotch. My eyes were tightly shut as I moved my head. I couldn't see where I was going.

She must have realized this, because her hands went to my head again, but this time they didn't grab. They gently guided me to the spot and pulled me just enough so my lips were at her opening. Then she let go and waited. The smell was now overwhelming, and I couldn't help lifting my head and gagging. She didn't say or do anything. I shuddered and slowly lowered my head again and began licking.

Usually, I play with her when I'm orally satisfying her. I do different things with my tongue and my lips and when she goes wild I sometimes lift my head up and look at her and get so excited that my penis feels like it's going to explode. But all I did now was just lick up and down. It didn't seem to matter. Almost immediately, she began squirming like she does just before she comes. As she did, her vagina spasmed open and shut and my sperm gushed out over my tongue. I pulled back quickly, but it was too late. It was all over my face and a lot of it went into my mouth, and I couldn't help swallowing it.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly several times to keep from passing out. I wanted to wipe my face, but my hands were trapped beneath me. I couldn't believe what I had just experienced. I wanted to die of shame. I froze.

"Keep going," I heard her say, but I couldn't move. She said it again a little louder and then a third time. I wanted to do what she said so she would release my head and I could kill her and then kill myself. But my body didn't listen to my head. It wouldn't budge.

Then I screamed. This time it wasn't boiling water. It was worse. It was more like being burned at the stake. My whole body rose from the bed as the cane tore into my buttocks. That got me back to licking and gagging, licking and gagging. And then she went into an orgasm that seemed to last forever. When it finally subsided, I felt her legs loosen. I pulled my head up and got my arms between her legs and pulled them violently apart and jumped out of bed.

I stood there panting and swaying from the nausea. I looked down at her. She was lying there quietly, not trying to move away from me. She looked at me, and her face had an angelic smile on it that enraged me. I saw the cane lying next to her. I grabbed it and raised it into the air.

"Go ahead," she said in a soft voice.

"What?" I said.

"Go head," she said again, this time speaking loudly. "Do it! I won't stop you. Beat me bloody. Go ahead!"

"You bitch!" I screamed as I broke the cane over my knee. "That's what you'd like, isn't it? When the police come, you can show them what I did to you, and they'll forget all about what you did to me. You're not getting off that easy."

I didn't say another word as I dressed quickly and left. She sat on the bed watching me. A couple of times I heard a sound as if she was about to say something, but she never said a word.

I didn't go to the police. As soon as I was calm enough to think about it, I realized that if I filed a report, I would also be damaging myself. She might plead guilty, but for her first offence she'd probably get probation or highway service in an orange jumpsuit for a week. In other words, she'd get off easy.

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