The Office Party
by AmazonFan
The annual outing turns into rowdy mixed wrestling


"I'm in much better shape than you are.  I work out every 
day.  You just sit at a desk."

The person berating my physical condition was Sharon 
Tracey, 26 year old secretary (administrative assistant if 
you're politically correct) at the advertising agency I work at.  
Sharon joined us about eight months ago.

Behind her back, amongst the heterosexual males at the 
agency, she is known as "The Rack".  Every day we all seem 
to make a point of stopping by Sharon's desk to lean over 
and take a peek down her top.  And Sharon never 
disappoints us since she's wearing v-necks or scoop necks 
about 95% of the time.  The cleavage thus revealed looks so 
full and firm, it's turned us into one breast-obsessed office.

The speculation (unconfirmed unfortunately) is that Sharon 
measures a 40DD.  She is 5'7" tall, a honey blond, and very 
attractive.  And it's true, she does work out every day.

Sharon has chosen Ed Blake's annual pool party to deliver 
her critique of my physique.  Ed is a fellow account director 
at the agency and every year he hosts a party for 
everyone who works on the Provine Cosmetics account.  
Three years ago (right after my divorce) I convinced Ed to 
let me co-sponsor the party, inviting everyone who works on 
my main account, McLoughlin Computing.

This year's turn out is about 15 people, including the 
incredible Sharon Tracey.  Ed and I prayed, first, for good 
weather, and second, that she'd wear a bikini. Both of our 
prayers have been answered.

"Once you guys hit your late 30's, you go soft," she chided.  
"Especially if you don't do anything about it."  Even though 
I'm only 38, she was beginning to make me feel like a senior 
citizen.

"Hey, I'm still in pretty good shape," I replied, tapping my 
stomach.  I'm 5'9" and about 175 pounds.  The stomach's still 
pretty flat, but I do have love handles.  But hey, with my 
schedule at the agency and all the traveling I do, I never 
have time to go to the gym anymore.

"Oh, you're just fooling yourself." she replied.  "I'd love to 
show you how out of shape you are."

Ed Blake had been listening on the sidelines.  I could see 
from the look on his face that he had mischief on his mind.  
"And how would you propose to do that, Sharon?" he 
asked.  "We can't all drive over to the gym and watch you 
exercise him into a heart attack."

"Who's side you on?" I asked him.

"I'm just defending us old fogies," he laughed.  "From these 
women who live at the gym and think we've got nothing 
left."

"I don't know, Ed, " she replied.  "We're talking about 
strength, endurance.  One-on-one.  Outside of the gym, 
there's not many ways to be tested."

A couple more people had picked up on the conversation 
and joined our little circle.

"What have we got going here, Ed's version of 'Battle of the 
Network Stars'?", Hank Parker asked.

"No, we're trying to figure out how to pit Sharon against 
Saunders in a test of strength and endurance," Ed 
explained, pointing to me.

"That's easy." Hank answered, smirking.  "Wrestling."

"No way." I thought to myself.  Then I looked over at Sharon.  
She was smiling.  It looked like she'd be willing to do it.  She 
rubbed her hands together in anticipation.

"Well I may just be a farm girl from Iowa, working here in the 
big city, but we know a thing or two about wrasslin' in Iowa.  
I'm game for it."

Now about half the partygoers were crowded around us.

"No way," I said out loud.  "That's silly.  I'm much bigger than 
Sharon.  I'm not going to be cast as the big bully wrestling 
some nubile young thing to the ground."

"How much do you weigh?" Hank asked her.

"143."

"And you?"

"175," I said.

"I wouldn't take on somebody who weighed that much 
more," Hank continued, "But if Sharon wants to, now that she 
knows what the difference is, I don't think it'll be fair to accuse 
Saunders of being a bully.  Everyone agree to go easy on 
the dirty old man?"

The group laughed its agreement.

"So now the choice is Sharon's," Hank concluded.

"I told you, I'm game," she answered, not hesitating.  Not 
backing down one bit.

"Don't I get a say in this?" I interrupted.

"Hey, we've got a pre-match agreement that you can't be 
called a bad guy if you win." Hank said.  "You've got 32 
pounds advantage.  You turn down her challenge, there's 
only one thing this august group can conclude.  All together 
everyone."

"CHICKEN!" the group roared.

I shook my head in acceptance of the group's pressure.  
They wanted to see a wrestling match, and Sharon sure 
seemed to want to do it.  There was no way out of it.  En 
masse, we walked over to the large grassy area beside the 
pool.  People formed a circle around us, standing or pulling 
up chairs.

"Thanks a bunch," I whispered to Hank.  "What the hell have 
you gotten me into now?"

"You should be thanking me man," he replied.  "Best 
goddamned body in the agency and you get to get your 
hands all over it.  Just don't embarrass us."

Sharon stood across from me, stretching and limbering up.  A 
couple of the other women were talking to her, giving her 
words of encouragement.

"Flex your arms for him, Sharon.  Show him what he's up 
against." Gina from Print Production yelled.

Sharon proudly flexed her right biceps.  Maybe I'd spent so 
much time staring at her breasts that I never noticed it 
before, but she had one hell of an impressive muscle.

Ed walked over to feel it.  "Holy shit.  This thing's hard as a 
rock." he exclaimed.

Gina walked over to me.  "Flex," she ordered.  I raised my 
arm and tried to make it as hard as I could.  She squeezed 
it.  "No comparison," she declared.  "I think Sharon's arm 
might even be bigger.  This should be interesting."

The group cleared to the sides, leaving Sharon and me 
standing in the circle.

"We going to have any rules, any do's and don'ts, here?" I 
asked.

"Well I think we have to remember that on Monday we have 
to work together again," Ed interjected, "So I think you two 
should avoid anything that's going to get anyone hurt, no 
biting or scratching or striking the face.  Just be honest and 
fair."

"OK by you?" I asked Sharon.  She nodded yes.  "Well we 
might as well get this thing over."

Sharon crouched down and began circling me, extending 
one arm high and one arm low.

"So do you really know anything about wrestling?" I asked 
her.

"My brother was all-varsity and used to use me as his training 
partner after regular practice," she grinned.  "I know every 
move and counter hold and sneaky trick in the book."

We briefly locked up and Sharon stuck a leg behind mine 
and shoved me.  I tripped and fell on my ass.  The women 
watching let out a cheer and the guys chuckled.

"Well you just proved you know the sneaky stuff," I said, 
getting back to my feet.

We locked up again, collar and elbow.  Then I could feel 
how strong she was and was I ever surprised!  I could move 
her around a little, about as well as she could push me.  But I 
was amazed that she seemed just about as strong as I was, 
and she was giving up a lot of weight.

She get her arm around my neck and suddenly twisted me 
into a side headlock.  My jaw ached from the pressure she 
was able to exert.  I put my hand on her biceps.  It was big 
and very hard, just like the others had said.  I was trying, but I 
couldn't pry her arm open enough to free my head.

Sharon thrust her right hip out and just flipped me over it.  I 
was sprawled out on the lawn again, but at least I was free 
from her headlock.  There was another smattering of 
applause from the crowd.  Sharon smiled in 
acknowledgment and waited for me to get up again.  She 
didn't seem to be in any rush.

Sharon's smile was getting wider as she began to grow in 
confidence.  We circled each other and grabbed hold of 
each other again.  Her experience was starting to show as 
she made a nifty move to spin behind me and slap on a full 
nelson.  She bent me way forward and leaned her weight 
against me as I fought to resist the pressure on my neck.  I 
strained with all my might to stand up straight and break free 
of her arms.

I got loose and turned to face her.  She still had one of my 
arms behind my back in a hammerlock.  Our bodies were 
pressed tight together.  I realized I was trying so hard I was 
actually grunting out loud.

"Is that lust or an impending coronary I hear?" Hank called 
out.  Sharon began laughing and I lunged forward, tackling 
her to the grass.  If I thought that dropping my 175 pounds on 
top of her would do a number on her, I was wrong.  She 
rolled us over and got on top of me.

We wrestled for about five minutes on the grass, me trying 
everything I could to put her away.  But nothing worked.  She 
was lightening quick and more than strong enough to 
defense me.  The women in the circle kept calling out words 
of encouragement for Sharon.  They guys weren't cheering 
much for me, because there wasn't much to cheer about.

What was happening was that I was getting exhausted.  Five 
minutes of full tilt exertion had me wheezing and feeling like I 
was out of gas.  Sharon, on the other hand, was a machine.  
She showed no signs of fatigue whatsoever.  She had said 
she was going to show me that she was in much better 
shape, and she was doing it.

As far as who would win in wrestling, well, I hadn't given up 
hope yet, but her strategy was becoming apparent to me.  
She would rely on endurance, wearing me down until I was 
too weak to win.  I should have gone all out at the start when 
I was fresh, but I let her set the pace.   And now it was too 
late.

Sharon had that smug expression on her face that said that 
she knew that the tide was turning in her favor.

"A little out of breath, are we?" she chuckled, maneuvering 
me onto my stomach as she rode on my back.  She felt 
heavier than before.  That's how I knew how weak I was 
getting.

"Come on, Sharon.  Use your legs on him.  Give him a 
squeeze." Gina called out.

Sharon obliged her audience by wrapping her arms around 
me and rolling us over so I was lying on my back on top of 
her.  Her legs quickly swung up and she tightened her thighs 
around my middle.

She squeezed in short bursts that got harder and harder.  I 
had no idea a woman's legs could be so deadly.  I 
grimaced and grunted each time she jolted me.

Gina was jumping up and down applauding.  "Squeeze 
him!  Really give it to him!" she cheered.  Sharon then really 
turned it on, not letting up with the pressure.  I groaned.  She 
was absolutely crushing me.  I pawed at her muscular thighs, 
trying in vain to pry them apart.  They were like solid oak, 
massive and surging with power.  I would guess they 
measured 24 or 25 inches.  All I knew was that they possessed 
enough strength to make my middle feel like mush.

"Had enough yet?" she said in my ear.  I could see the 
faces in the crowd, the women anticipating victory, the men 
glad they weren't in my position but hoping I'd hang in there.

"Tough it out, old man." Ed Blake encouraged.

"Had enough yet?" Sharon repeated.

"No way." I said through gritted teeth.

"Good!" she exclaimed.  "I was hoping you'd say that so I 
could have some more fun with you."  Sharon parted her 
thighs and rolled away from me and jumped to her feet.

Reluctantly I rose to my feet, rubbing my sore sides.

"I'd say she won.  She let him get loose." another one of the 
women said.

"I'm just getting my second wind," I said gamely.  "This isn't 
over yet."

Sharon was rubbing her hands together again.  She looked 
remarkably fit and fresh.  Tearing my eyes away from her 
prodigious breasts I noticed how solidly she was put 
together.  Her arms and legs were big and well developed 
and her stomach was flat and taut.  No wonder she was 
doing so well against me!

Looking to get an edge, I tried some head fakes, but she 
didn't go for them.  Her eyes stayed fixed on my chest.  After 
a lot of false moves we finally locked up again.  There was a 
lot of pushing and holding going on and I was beginning to 
notice that it was tougher to move her than it had been at 
the beginning of the match.  I wanted to try knocking some 
of the wind out of her so I went for a bear hug and really 
squeezed her tight.  Her feet were dangling just off the grass.

The heat from her body was intense.  So was the feeling I 
was getting from having her breasts pressing against my 
chest.  I couldn't resist the temptation to look down her top.  I 
thought her boobs would be flattened by my squeezing, 
but they were still thrusting out quite proudly!  As if they were in 
firmer shape than I was too!

"Is this supposed to be wrestling or dancing?" she chuckled 
in my ear.  "Because if it's supposed to be wrestling..."  
Suddenly she wrapped her legs around my middle.  I was 
supporting her weight and now she had those twin pythons 
around me again.  She squeezed and I dropped to my 
knees and let go of her.  Sharon's head and shoulders were 
on the grass and she used her powerful legs to pull me 
down.

"How'd you end up between these again?" she laughed.  "I 
would have thought you'd have learned the last time to stay 
away from these."  She used short bursts to punish me.  I put 
both hands on her thighs and tried as hard as I could to 
extricate myself from her vise lock.  I managed to slide up so 
that her legs were around my hips and that reduced the 
pain she was able to inflict.

Knowing her position was less effective, Sharon unlocked her 
legs and rolled onto her elbows and knees.  I went to 
pounce on her and I ended up lying across her back.  I felt 
her grab hold of me and then to my amazement, and I think 
to the amazement of every guy in the circle, she got to her 
feet!  She had stood up lifting a 175 pound man on her back!

The women cheered and I heard Hank mutter, "Holy shit.  Is 
she strong!"  Sharon performed some squats to show off her 
power and then she began spinning around.  I always 
thought those airplane spins were phony ploys by the pros, 
but let me tell you, held in Sharon's arms, I was getting very 
dizzy, very quickly.

Suddenly she stopped and dumped me unceremoniously 
to the grass.  I landed with a loud thud and my body ached.  
But I had worse things to worry about because my head 
was spinning and I had no idea what Sharon's next move 
was going to be.

I felt her foot on the small of my back and I turned my head 
and focused my eyes well enough to see that Sharon was 
hitting a double biceps pose, standing over me in apparent 
victory.  The women were cheering and even the guys were 
applauding.  But I hadn't given up, so the victory wasn't hers 
yet.  I rolled over onto my back and yanked at her ankle, 
causing her to tumble to the grass.

"Haven't you had enough yet?" she laughed as we rolled 
on the lawn, me trying to get control of the situation.  The 
cumulative exertion of the match was taking its toll on me.  It 
was getting more and more difficult to be able to do 
anything to her.  In the close contact I could feel how solid 
her physique was, how hard her muscles became when she 
exerted herself.  I could feel that now, thanks to her superior 
conditioning and endurance, she was actually stronger than 
I was.

I'm sure that Sharon could feel it too.  She must have realized 
that I was much weaker than I had been at the start.

"What's the matter Saunders, running on empty?" she 
teased.  "Everybody's watching you get your butt kicked by 
a 143 pound girl.  Problem for you is that every ounce of me 
is muscle.  Go ahead, feel my arm.  You know how big that 
muscle is?  Fifteen and one half inches!  You can only dream 
of having an arm like this."

Sharon had pushed me onto my back and was lying prone 
on top.  She lifted her butt up and then slammed her pelvis 
against the lower half of my torso.  Over and over, she raised 
her hips up and then banged her body against me, her 
thighs acting like pistons for a human battering ram.  This was 
her most surprising move yet.  She was using her weight and 
the solidness of her body to their maximum advantage.  And 
the power she could generate with her muscles and her 
unrelenting stamina was pulverizing my weakened, 
outclassed, overpowered body.

"There.  I think that should've softened you up a lot more," 
she said as she paused, leaning over me.  Again that lovely, 
confident smile that said she knew exactly what she was 
doing.  That she knew she had taken me far beyond the 
limits of my strength.  That she was completely dominating 
the match now.  She raised her hips up and slammed 
against me another dozen times in only a matter of 
seconds.

I had absolutely nothing left.  Her pounding me into the 
ground had me completely whipped.  The parts of me that 
didn't ache from the pain of her muscle annihilation felt like 
jelly from fatigue.

"I think that second wind you were hoping for has been 
knocked out of you," she asserted.  She moved up so she 
was sitting, straddling my chest.  I tried to bridge my body up 
to buck her off, but I didn't have any strength.

"Well folks, who do you think won the endurance part of the 
contest?" she asked the crowd.  Everyone, myself included, 
knew the answer.  Sharon clasped her hands together and 
shook them in a victory salute.

"And as far as strength is concerned..." she paused and 
looked me straight in the eyes, beaming with delight.  "Well 
let's see the big strong 175 pound he-man fight off being 
pinned by little 143 pound me."

She grabbed my hands and looked to see the group's 
reaction.  They were smiling and the women were cheering 
her on and even Hank called out for her to finish me off.  
Sharon turned her attention back to me.

I felt like I was a child again back in the schoolyard having a 
wrestling match.  The crowd was standing around anxiously 
waiting to see both my wrists pinned to the ground.  But 
instead of having a boy on top of me, I had a woman, a 143 
pound dynamo.  I kept telling myself that there was no way 
she should be able to do this to me, but there she was.

I tried fighting back as best I could, but I sensed she was 
holding back, just toying with me for the crowd to add a little 
drama.  She felt so incredibly strong.  Her biceps and delts 
swelled and rippled as she exerted herself.

She pressed down harder and I began to give, my arms 
bending, getting closer to the grass, yielding to her superior 
power.  She leaned forward, giving me a tantalizing close 
up view of the deep chasm of her cleavage.

"Are you the one who gave me my nickname?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied, feigning ignorance.

"You know.  Around the office?  You don't think I've heard it?  
The Rack." she replied.

"Uh oh," Ed said.  "Looks like she's nailed her man."

"Well after today.  After this little demonstration, you're all 
going to know I'm a lot more than a pair of tits." she 
proclaimed.  With that, she poured on the force and 
slammed my wrists to the grass.  "I could have pinned you in 
seconds," she declared.  She began to count 
"One......Two...." and at the last millisecond she yanked my 
arms up!

"What?  You thought you were going to get off that easy 
now that I know it's you who started this rack thing?" she 
announced.  "None of them is going to come to your 
defense now that I've shown them what I'm made of."  She 
pointed to the sheepish-looking males in the circle.  "And I 
think the women here would like it if for once you guys were 
taught a real lesson.  How we don't like to be treated as tits 
and ass.  Right ladies?"  The women in the circle cheered 
and whistled and applauded.

"Get him Sharon.  Teach him good," shouted Gina.

"Get off me, Sharon.  Play time's over.  We've all had a 
good laugh at my expense.  Let's not go overboard." I said.

"I haven't heard you admit you were wrong.  I haven't 
heard you say that you're out of shape.  That I'm stronger 
than you.  I haven't heard you apologize for coining my 
nickname.  I haven't heard you say you're going to stop 
coming by my desk and staring down my blouse everyday.  
And you want me to get off you?  Go ahead!  Make me."

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Isn't that the 
way the saying goes?  Desperate times sometimes result in 
really dumb moves.  That's my saying.  Lying underneath her, 
knowing she was too strong for me and that I couldn't force 
her off, seeing that she was angry, knowing that she was 
being encouraged by the other women to keep going at 
me, well I was feeling desperate.  I wanted to do something 
that would stop her quickly.  Get her off me right that second.

I reached up and yanked her top off.

I figured she'd scream and jump up and cover her boobs 
with her hands.  She might try to hit me or kick me, but she'd 
have to put something on, so she'd have to stop sooner or 
later and then I'd be freed.

Wrong.

A couple of the women gasped.  Sharon looked down at 
her prodigious breasts and snatched the top back from me.  
She inspected where it had torn.  It wouldn't stay on if she 
tried putting it back on.

Very coolly she told me, "You're going to buy me a new 
bikini Saunders, and I can assure you it's going to be a very, 
very expensive one."

Everyone else was silent.  No doubt both the men and 
women were both awestruck by the sight of Sharon's 
unfettered breasts.  I've seen my share of men's magazines, 
but I've never seen natural breasts that big that were so firm 
and full.  They just jutted straight out.  And her areolae were 
big and a mouthwatering pink.  Hey, I was right when I 
nicknamed her "The Rack".  These were extraordinary.

"I suppose you thought that ripping this off was going to 
make me stop," she continued.  "Bad miscalculation, 
Saunders.  Don't you think I'm used to having people stare 
at my chest by now?  You know I don't try to hide it with the 
clothes I wear.  Makes no difference to me whether I've got 
a top on or not.  In fact I'll let you in on a little secret.  I got 
fired from my last agency job for taking my top off at their 
summer outing.  The president's wife caught the picture of 
me sitting on his lap."

There were murmurs and a few chuckles from the group.

"Go ahead boys.  Get a good look.  Who knows when I'll 
whip these babies out again." she laughed.  Then she 
looked back down at me sternly.  "Tsk.  Tsk.  You're in deep 
doo-doo now Saunders.  I'm going to embarrass you like 
you unsuccessfully tried to embarrass me."

"Please, Sharon.  I'm sorry," I apologized.

"Too late for that buddy boy."

She grabbed hold of my hands again and this time pinned 
me in seconds.  She stretched my arms out to the sides.  I 
was terrified that she seemed stronger than ever.  She 
flopped down prone on top of me and started working her 
legs between mine.

I didn't understand what she was trying to do until it was too 
late.  Suddenly I felt her shins and ankles hooking around 
mine and I realized she had me in a grapevine.

"Oh shit," I muttered and the crowd laughed.  Sharon 
laughed too and began to spread my legs apart.  "Ow!  
OW!!  Ouch! Oh, that hurts," I exclaimed.  I tried squeezing my 
legs together, but I was no match for her mighty limbs.  She 
spread my arms further apart too.

I was spread-eagled and completely helpless.  Her strength 
was commanding now, feeding on itself, magnified by my 
weakness.  She lifted her butt up in the air and paused for 
effect.

"Please.  Not that again." I pleaded.

Her answer was an even harder battering than before.  
Relentlessly she slammed against me, pounding me with her 
solid physique.

"I give!  I give!  You're too strong for me," I pleaded.  The 
women cheered Sharon again.  She stopped her hip thrusts 
and inched slightly higher up my body.  My arms and legs 
were still captive.

Her breasts were now positioned right over my face.  She 
grinned down at me.  "Now that I've got you under control, I 
can really have some fun toying with you," she smirked.  
"Come Monday, you'll be the laughingstock of the 
agency."

She raised her voice so the rest of the group could hear her.  
"You know how they say be careful of what you wish for, 
Saunders?  You wanted to see my breasts?  Here, get a 
good close look at them!"  Sharon rolled her shoulders, 
making her breasts swing back and forth.  Then she got 
closer, so her heavy globes started slapping against me.  It 
was highly erotic, but at the same time my face was being 
hit pretty good because her breasts were so heavy.

"You've heard of a Big Mac attack?  This is a big rack 
attack!" Hank joked.  This seemed to get the audience into 
the match again.  They started making remarks like "Smother 
him!" and "She's slapping him silly" and "Look, ma, no 
hands!" and "What a way to lose." and "It's no contest.  She 
can whip him with just those."

Sharon was enjoying the crowd's reaction and attention and 
encouragement and she began upping her energy level.  
She pressed herself tightly against me, burying my face in 
two suffocating mountains of breast meat.

"I can't breathe!" I pleaded, but my words were all but 
muffled by her smothering bust.  This brought more laughter 
from the crowd.  I was writhing and struggling underneath 
her, but she managed to keep on top and keep my face 
buried.

"Ride 'em, cowgirl!" someone shouted.  Sharon had 
everyone in the group on her side now.  And she was loving 
every minute of it.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably less 
than a minute, Sharon sat up and I could get air again.  
"There now, wasn't that fun?" she teased.  She stood up and 
walked around me, watching me lying on the ground, trying 
to catch my breath.

"When I was in college I used to go down to Florida for 
spring break and you know I always came back with more 
money than I went down with." she said.  "That's because I'd 
enter wet t-shirt contests and bikini contests and I'd always 
get prize money.  You were so dumb thinking I'd stop if you 
pulled my top off.  I'm not shy about showing off my assets.  
How about you?"

"Please no," I answered.  I tried rolling to my feet to get 
away from her.  Everyone was cracking up that I was trying 
to escape from Sharon, and of course that only 
encouraged her more.  She ran me down in a couple of 
steps and wrapped her arms around my waist from behind.  
With little apparent effort, she hoisted me up on her shoulder 
and started parading around the circle, carrying me to the 
delight and applause of everyone.

"Let me down!" I demanded, but I think everyone could 
hear the fear in my voice.  The fear that comes from the 
realization that you are powerless to stop the other person 
from doing whatever they want to you.  Sharon's 
remarkable conditioning had transformed her over the 
course of the match into a superwoman.  A woman who 
was now far stronger and tougher than I was.  And everyone 
could see it.  The proud way she strutted around the circle, 
carrying me so easily.  The fear and helpless look in my 
eyes.

In my frantic struggles, I got loose from her grip and fell to the 
lawn.  Sharon was on me in a flash.  She grabbed me by the 
ears and pulled my head between her thighs.  Once again 
she showed me the staggering might of her thighs as those 
steel beams pressured my skull.  My hands felt the 
fantastically solid muscles holding me prisoner.  It was a 
hopeless mismatch.  Indeed, that's how the whole match 
was turning out.  My mind still reeled with the question:  how 
could this younger, smaller, lighter woman be doing this to 
me?

She used her strength and leverage to bring me all the way 
back down on the grass.  I was putty in her hands now as she 
used a hammerlock to force me to roll over flat on my back.  
I saw her glorious butt coming down on my chest and I knew 
I'd be pinned again.  Sharon was facing my feet and 
waving to the group.

"Now the moment we've all been waiting for," she 
announced.  "The grand unveiling."

I tried reaching up to grab her shoulders and pull her 
backwards.  She reached behind and out to the sides and 
grabbed hold of both my arms.  She forced them down.  
Then, raising her ass off my chest again she wedged each 
of my arms between her calf and thighs.  So when she 
lowered herself back down on my chest again, my arms 
were completely restrained.

"Well, that takes care of those," she snickered.  "Your arms 
are trapped and my hands are free."

As she leaned forward I kicked my legs up, hoping to trap 
her head or neck with my ankles, to pull her forward and get 
her off me.  But Sharon outsmarted me again.  She saw it 
coming and grabbed my legs instead of my legs grabbing 
her.  Her brawny arms hooked my legs, holding them straight 
up over me.  My ass was half off the ground.

"Thanks.  That'll will make this even easier to pull off," she 
announced. She held both of my legs with just one arm 
wrapped tightly around them.  With her free hand, she 
slipped her fingers inside my bathing suit and found the 
drawstring.  She pulled it out and slowly untied it.  Then she ran 
her hand all around the waistband, pulling it out, making sure 
it was as loose as possible.

The group was going crazy with anticipation.  The moment 
of humiliating truth had almost arrived.  Suddenly she 
dropped my legs and moved back over my head, behind 
me.  I immediately sat up to try to grab hold of my trunks.  But 
the second I sat up, Sharon laced her arms around me and 
had me in a full nelson.

"Gotcha!" she proclaimed.  I tried reaching forward to grab 
that drawstring and retie it, but, no way, I couldn't even get 
close.  She had my arms completely under her restraint.  
"Now I don't want you claiming to management that I took 
your clothes off.  So now I can have all these witnesses here 
back me up that your suit fell off by itself when you stood up!"  
The group howled.

"There's only one thing that can stop that from falling off," she 
cooed in my ear.  "And that is, if it gets snagged on 
something that keeps it from sliding down."  I felt her pressing 
her breasts against the back of my head.  "This give you any 
ideas?"

"No, don't do that to me," I implored.

She slithered her tongue into my ear.  I writhed helplessly in 
her unbreakable hold.  "So what did you really think when 
you first pulled my top off?" she whispered as she nibbled on 
my earlobe.  "I'll bet you've never seen another pair like 
mine.  And then, when I mashed them all over your face?  
How did they feel?"

"Hey, what are you whispering to him?" Hank yelled, anxious, 
as was the rest of the crowd, to know what Sharon was up to.

"Oh, I was just giving him once last chance not to have his 
shorts fall off," she replied coyly.

"And what's his answer?" Gina asked.

"Now that you've seen what this body can do to you 
wrestling, imagine what I could do to you in bed," she 
purred into my ear.  The vision of her magnificent body on 
top of mine, fucking not fighting, flooded my brain.  My worst 
fears were being realized.  I was starting to get a hard on.

"I think you'll figure out what his answer is," Sharon giggled.  I 
felt her getting to her knees and beginning to straighten me 
up.  I was determined to make it as difficult as possible for 
her to pull me up to a standing position, because if I didn't, 
someplace along the way, my suit was going to come off 
and everyone at the party was going to see me naked.

"Let's stand up," she said.

"No!" I answered.

"Even if you don't cooperate, you know it's not going to 
make any difference." she replied.  I tried to make myself 
dead weight in her arms.  She just snickered.

Gina interrupted things.  "Why are all you guys standing 
around?" she asked.  "Unless some of you are wanting to 
see Saunder's schlong, I think you should go inside.  This 
scene is just for the ladies."  No knowing what to say or do, 
the guys went inside, leaving me with Sharon and five other 
women.

"They're all dying to see what you've got," she whispered 
seductively.  "I'm sure you don't want to disappoint them.  
Did you find my rack, that is what you call it isn't it, shall we say 
inspirational?"

"Don't do this to me," I implored, feeling the blood 
continuing to surge to my penis.

"Oh, I can see it growing," she cooed.  "Now I've heard it 
said that my boobs look even bigger when my top is off 
because of the way they just kind of stick straight out.  You do 
like my boobs, don't you?"

"Stand him up!" Gina demanded.

"Here we go," Sharon announced.

My erection couldn't have been more obvious.  The 
women were all staring at my crotch, waiting in anticipation 
of Sharon lifting me up.  I felt her tighten her grip on the full 
nelson.  She planted one foot on the ground.  She started 
pushing off on it, lifting my body off the grass.  There was 
nothing I could do to stop her.

She was still leaning forward when she got to both feet.  I 
could feel my suit beginning to slip down.  Sharon was 
having no trouble dealing with my weight.  She straightened 
up and I was dangling in her arms.

Just as Sharon predicted, my trunks slid down a little but didn't 
fall off because of my erection.

"Shake him!" Gina yelled.

Sharon leaned backwards and lifted me off my feet.  Then 
she started bouncing me up and down.  With each bounce 
the suit slipped down a bit more.  The women were 
clapping in unison.  More and more of my erection was 
showing.  Finally, I felt it slide off completely and it ended up 
around my ankles.  Sharon put her foot between my legs 
and kicked it aside.

She put me back on my feet and spun me around.  She 
took a long look at my penis and then stood in front of me 
and cupped her melons.

"I'd have to say that my assets are considerably more 
impressive than yours," she smirked.  The other women 
applauded.

"In fact," she continued, massaging her huge areolae with 
her fingers, "it's no contest, just like our little wrestling match 
was.  Isn't it Saunders?"

Seeing her touching herself like that was making my erection 
get full.  Sharon never took her eyes off my cock.

"My.  My.  That thing seems to have a mind of its own.  Can't 
you control that thing?" she taunted.  "Of course not.  I'm just 
too much woman for you, aren't I Saunders?  Too strong.  
Too sexy.  These are much more than you can handle."  She 
pressed her perfect boobs together tightly with her hands.  
"You wouldn't know what to do with these would you?"

The sight of her fondling herself was so instantly, powerfully 
arousing that I suddenly could feel the powerful urge to 
ejaculate.  I tensed myself, trying to stop it from happening, 
but that only made it worse.  My cock twitched and then let 
loose with a blast of come that shot out so far Sharon had to 
jump back to avoid getting splashed.

The women all shrieked.  Sharon just started laughing.  
Mortified, I grabbed my towel and clothes and ran.


I almost didn't go into work on Monday.  I was pretty hung 
over, having tried to consume as much gin as possible the 
rest of the weekend to bury my humiliation and 
embarrassment.  Ed was the first one to stop by my office.

"We heard it got pretty crazy out there after we were 
shooed away." he began.  "Sorry.  I guess I should have 
stayed outside to chaperone.  Boy, Sharon is something 
else.  I couldn't believe she could take you apart like that.  
And that body.  Holy shit."

"She knows what she's got and she know how to use it.  A 
very dangerous woman." I replied.

"More dangerous than you may realize, chum." Ed said.  
"Hate to break the news to you but Sharon and Gina were in 
the president's office behind closed doors first thing this 
morning."

"Oh shit." I said, just as the phone rang.  I was summoned 
down to the president's office.

Tom Barker, my boss, did not look too happy.  "Sit down 
Saunders." he began.  "This isn't going to be pleasant.  I had 
two of our female employees in here this morning telling me 
what happened of the outing this weekend.  The bottom line 
is that they say you exposed yourself and ejaculated in front 
of the women.  They want to know what we intend to do to 
persuade them not to file a sexual harassment suit.  It was a 
company-sponsored event you idiot.  What in god's name 
were you doing?"

"I know this is going to sound strange," I started, "but the 
group pressured Sharon Tracey and me into a wrestling 
match.  Things got out of hand."

"I'll say they did."

"But Sharon was the one who was the troublemaker.  She 
was beating me in wrestling."

"A girl that size able to beat a guy your size?  What do you 
take me for, an idiot?"

"Ask Ed.  Ask Hank Parker."

"I'll admit I pulled her top off.  But she announced to 
everyone that she wasn't bothered by that.  That she's been 
in wet-T-shirt contests.  That she even lost her last job for going 
topless at their outing.  Everyone there witnessed it Tom.  And 
then she untied my trunks and lifted me up so they fell off.  
And then she fondled herself and I'm sorry, but I lost control."

"So that's your side of the story?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'll talk to Hank and Ed and I know the president at her 
last agency and I'll check out your story.  Get your ass out of 
the office until I call you."


Two days later the letter came.  I was fired.  Sharon was fired.  
Gina was let off with a stern warning.  Barker just said that 
since both Sharon and I were culpable, the only fair thing to 
do was terminate us both.

The phone rang.  I thought it would be Ed calling for 
consolation.

"You fucking asshole!" Sharon screamed.  "I lost my job 
because you couldn't keep from coming!  I'm going to get 
you for this Saunders.  This weekend was just playing around.  
Next time I'm going to hurt you so bad you'll wish you'd 
never come in your life."

She hung up before I could say anything.


The End

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