First Experiences 
by OldDave000@aol.com



The following short stories are about some of my first experiences wrestling
with girls when I was a teenager. These were the start of a lifelong fixation
with wrestling with, and losing to, girls and women. These stories first were
told on various message boards some years ago but I thought I would but them
together here for any who missed them then. My first encounter, the one that
got me started on a lifetime's fixation, happened as I was just turning 13
when a new family moved in across the street but they didn't interest me much.
There were two girls, the oldest about 10 and the youngest about 5. My 6 year
old sister was thrilled to have someone her age to play with so the were
around a lot. One day I was in my room reading when all three of them came in
to bug big brother. One thing let to another and before I knew it I was face
down on the bed with this little (5' 85 lbs.) 10 year old girl on my back with
a full nelson on me. I was about 5'6" and 105 lbs. but couldn't get out till
she let me. She taunted me about how weak I was and said she could get out if
I had the hold on her. I couldn't believe she could so she laid face down and
I got the hold on her and then it happened. I can still remember it like
yesterday even though it was many years ago. She took her legs, which we quite
well developed for her size and age, and very strong as I was to find out, and
wrapped them around mine in what I now know was a reverse grapevine. She
spread her legs and two things happen: the pain came and then I did. It was my
first orgasm and it was wonderful. Then and there my fixation happened, not
with a fantasy but with a real experience. I didn't have many encounters with
her for the next few years since I found even a better encounter with two
sisters, one and year older and one a year younger than me who lived down the
street. But that's a story for another time. The next encounter with those
legs came when Sandy was about 13 and I was 18. I was at her house to borrow
some tools from her father and she and I were in her basement getting them.
She was again taunting me about how she could beat me and to prove it she sat
up on the workbench and wrapped her legs around my gut in an exquisite
scissors. She was still small, about 5'2" and 115 but her legs were large and
strong, about 13" calves, and I stood the pressure, and the joy, as long as I
could before giving up. I can still see her small little feet crossed at the
ankles and her large calf muscle grinding into my stomach. It was sheer bliss
until I had to give. She jumped down from the bench gave me a smirk and said
that she could beat me anytime. I loved it but was also embarrassed and these
duel conditions have stayed with me most of my life. I had other experiences
(including one with Sandy's younger sister when she was 15 and I was 23) but
nowhere as many as I could if I had been more honest about my desires.

Her name was Judy and she was a 15-year-old sophomore. She was about 5'4" and
120 lbs. and she was feisty. One time when she was about 13 she had challenged
my friend Ken, who was her age and considerably bigger to a fight when he said
that she, being a girl, couldn't play baseball with us. There was no fight
that day as Ken wouldn't fight but it was clear Judy would. I was a freshman,
13 years old, the youngest in my class and about 5'7" and 125 so we were about
the same size. I was taller but skinny and she was older and more compact and
stronger. Sometime later she proved that when we armwrestled and she beat me
two straight with little apparent effort. I complained that since I was
left-handed she had an unfair advantage so she agreed to go with left hands. I
won the first, but when we locked hands again I could feel in her hands that
for the first time she was really trying. She put my arm down on that try and
then on the tiebreaker it was no contest, she looked my in the eye, smiled and
then put my arm down in about 2 seconds.

I dug out an old yearbook from this time and compared a picture of me against
one of her. While she didn't have the muscular arms we see on girls and women
today, she had tight, firm arms, which were visibly lager than my skinny ones.
And she had legs to die for, firm and shapely, not with hard muscularity, but
with nice firm curves that showed the strength underneath. Many years later I
read a quote from Billie Jean King that behind every curve is a muscle. She
was talking about Judy.

As I said I was the youngest in my class, so I was closer in age to her sister
Susie who was an eight grader. Susie and I were playing some game at their
house one evening when we got into a pushing and shoving argument over I don't
remember what. Anyway Judy heard us and came out and said that if I wanted to
fight I could take her on. (I was to find out later that Susie really didn't
need her help.) Since Judy was going out that night, we agreed to meet the
next evening.

It had been several months since my encounter with Sandy and I was still
feeling confused. I knew that I enjoyed the sensation but I was ashamed that a
little girl, or any girl, had so easily taken me and I didn't want my friends
or parents to find out about it. So I had avoided Sandy but the memories came
back as I thought about my upcoming match with Judy. I went over to her house
after dinner and we went into her front room to wrestle. Her mother, who was
separated from her father, was gone a lot in evenings, so we had the house to
ourselves. Judy was wearing a red sweater blouse and a pair of pants that were
called pedal pushers. These were fairly tight pants that tapered to a snug fit
just below the calf so the wearer wouldn't get them caught in a bike chain.
They were very attractive and showed off the firm curves of her legs.

We decided to start from a kneeling position on the floor. I was still
uncertain as to just what was going to happen as we started to try to take
each other down. As Judy was both stronger and quicker I ended up on my back
with her sitting on my stomach and my arms pinned to the floor. I struggled
but could not break the hold until she let go of my arms to re- button her
blouse that come undone in the brief struggle to put me on the floor. As she
finished and went to re-secure my arms I bucked and rolled her off to the
side. I scrambled to get on top saying "now I've got you" as I reached up to
grab her wrists.

But I didn't have her, she had me. Her legs wrapped around me and she crossed
her ankles, turned on her side and had me helpless in a nice tight scissors
hold. "I though you had me" she laughed as I tried, to no avail, to pry her
legs lose. "Come on can't you get out of this" she said as she increased the
pressure, but not enough to make me want to quit. I was just as confused as I
had been with Sandy. I wanted to win, I didn't want people to know girls could
beat me, particularly so easily, but at the same time I liked it. The feel of
a girl or woman's legs tightly wrapped around you and pressing into your
stomach, there is nothing like it. I know many people prefer head scissors,
and I have had many of those and they are exquisite, but there is nothing like
a body scissors, especially your first one.

Judy held me there for some time, asking me if I gave up, but I refused,
partly out of not wanting to admit defeat, and partly out of not wanting,
ever, to have her stop. After a while she got bored with holding me and let me
saying "if you can't get out then I win." She went into the kitchen to get a
glass of water and I followed disputing the fact that she had won by insisting
that she didn't win if I didn't give in. About that time her sister Susie and
a friend came in and Judy told them that I was no contest, she had beaten me
easily. I again disagree saying that she " ... was the one who quit, not me."
Big mistake on my part. Judy said "oh yeah, well I'll show you" and grabbed me
from behind and took me down. Now she was sitting behind me with her arm
around my neck and again she wrapped those strong legs around me and squeezed.
Only this time she also squeezed my neck with her arm and stretched me by
pulling on my neck and head. So here I was, her thighs were crushing my sides,
her strong arm was tight around my chin and hurting me, and I was being pulled
back and my neck stretched. I was helpless and she was really pouring it on
with both legs and arms. I wasn't able to enjoy in as much this time, not only
because of the added pain but because of the audience. Susie and friend were
watching with obvious amusement while I was very embarrassed that Judy now had
witnesses. I had no choice but to give up and Judy let me go saying "I guess
that settles that."

Susie looked down at me lying there and said "that looks like fun" and for her
these were prophetic words. I was to wrestle Judy several more times in the
coming months and they all followed the same pattern. She would take me down
and pin me and then let me roll her off so she could get me in her scissors
hold, keeping me there till I gave (very seldom) or till she got bored. She
would then release me and send me home till the next time. I came (little play
on words here) to spend many nights replaying these scenes in my head and
after each defeat I would stay away for a few days or weeks and then come back
for more. Judy, however, became more and more reluctant to wrestle, she was by
now going steady with a big shot senior and I think she felt she was too
mature to wrestle with me. Or maybe she started to learn what that hardon I
had each time was all about or maybe she just got bored with the lack of a
contest. Whatever the reason, our sessions ended and I moved on to Susie. Not
that this was a bad trade. Susie was heavier and stronger than Judy and for a
while liked it more.

When I was in HS I had a job as the attendant at the local pool. I took money
for entrance and I checked in the baskets the clothes went into when people
changed into swimsuits. I used to kid various girls that they could not have
their baskets unless they armwrestled for them. One girl in particular, her
name was Margie, not only agreed but after the first time seemed to make a
point of coming in when no one else was there so we could armwrestle. We were
both about 15 and she was about 5'5" and 120 Lbs. to my 5'7" 125lbs. so we
were about the same size but it was no contest. She would come in, put her
elbow down on the counter and announce that she wanted her clothes. I would go
over, we would lock up and I would start to push while she giggled and held me
straight up. She would then slowly push my arm down with me straining and her
laughing as she put my arm flat on the counter. I would then give her the
basket of clothes and she would go change. We usually would arm wrestle again
when after she got dressed. She seemed to really like it but I never had the
nerve to talk to her about it or try to carry it further.

This happened with the younger sister of Sandy, who had taught me the strength
of a female's legs. (Earlier post.) The sister was some 7 or 8 years younger
than I was, about my baby sister's age, so I had always considered her just a
little kid and a pest. Anyway I was home one summer after college and what a
change. She is now about 15 and working as a lifeguard at the local swimming
pool and running around in one of those tight black swimsuits lifeguards wear.
Not quite the cut of a baywatch suit since this about 1963, but still very
sexy.

She was about 5' 3" or 4" and about 130 very solid pounds, shaped like only a
young girl in the peak of condition can be. Having found memories of her older
sister I thought about how great it would be to wrestle her but, since she was
a friend of my sister's and did not want this to become a subject of family
discussion, I did not pursue my desires. However, one day she came over when I
was home alone to borrow something. For the life of me I don't know how it
started but suddenly she had me in a tight full nelson and was forcing me too
my knees and talking to herself saying "now I've got him were I always wanted
him." Obviously she had wanted to do this also but, given my reluctance to
have this come out between families I didn't pursue her comment. I was too
busy anyway, here was this young girl, just a kid, and she was taking me down.
I was 5' 10" and about 145 lbs. And while I was not all that strong, and had
enjoyed wrestling, and losing, to a few gals over the years, I thought I
should be able to handle her. But I could not, she was stronger and had a good
hold and leverage and she forced me to the ground and then sat behind me. She
then wrapped her swimming strengthened legs around me and started to squeeze.
It was exquisite torture as she squeezed my ribs while at the same time
stretching my arms out and forcing my head down on my chest. I was helplessly
caught by this strong, sexy young body and thought I could stay there forever
but then she started applying more power and the pain began to exceed the
pleasure and I surrendered. As we got up I said that she had taken unfair
advantage by coming up behind me. I knew that regardless she was stronger but
I didn't want this session to end. So she said OK, we squared off and she
quickly got me in a headlock. Putting on the pressure she forced me to the
ground locked between her biceps, her forearm and her breast. Now I know some
guys like leg scissors but I want to tell you that there is nothing lacking in
being squeezed by a strong arm while also being smothered by a large, firm
boob. It was ecstasy and ended all too soon as she let go, rolled me over, sat
on me and pinned my arms over my head telling me that there was no way I was
getting out. Again not a great perhaps as a scissors or headlock but nice
enough with a firm young butt pushed into my stomach while her legs squeezed
against my side.

I continued to struggle and try to push her arms up, getting fairly tired in
the meantime and she finally got bored with sitting there (I was not going to
give in to this hold, I could lie there all day) and got off. Then to add
insult to enjoyment she invited me to try to hold her down. As I said I was
fairly tired from struggling and she had proven to be stronger but I couldn't
resist the pleasure of sitting on that strong young body. I didn't sit there
long, as soon as I saw settled and had her arms pinned she told me that I had
no chance of holding her and started to push with her arms and bridge with her
body. She easily rolled me off, got up and went home. That was my only time
with her and as far as I know she never mentioned it to my sister and I never
brought it up when she was around. But I never forgot it either and even now,
40 years later, I can still feel those strong young arms and legs squeezing
me.