Being a veteran of three wrestling sessions, I began looking for a fourth with a better idea of what I wanted and what the ladies could provide. I used the web to set up the first three sessions, but Girl Four came to me via snail mail with a Mass Muscle flier.
Christine Marshall was coming to Maryland
in March 98 according to the flier. Thinking back to the videos I've
enjoyed her in and researching her on the 'net, I matched her assets with
I favor the taller girls, but the idea of a 5'2" powerhouse like Christine is also very appealing. We exchanged e-mail for a while. She didn't have many sessions booked for the visit early on, and was depending on Mass Muscle's Ed Winik to round up customers. I used my limited connections in the internet schmoe community to get the word out, and she seemed genuinely grateful. As the visit approached her schedule was pretty full, but I have no idea if I contributed to that. A meeting was scheduled, and finally the day arrived.
For some reason, I wasn't as anxious about this session as I was about earlier wrestling dates. Maybe I'm getting jaded, knowing what to expect. Maybe I'm learning to keep my expectations in check; what if she isn't as attractive in real life, or unable to lift my 220 lbs, or not a very good wrestler?
I hit the ATM the day before for her fee, and the money was in an envelope. I called the hotel before leaving my apartment to let her know I was coming and to get her room number. I also asked if she wanted me to pick anything up for her on the way, and she asked for coffee and a bagel so I stopped at a supermarket for her breakfast. I was a little lost on the way to the hotel and got there just 10 minutes late, much calmer than when I arrived at previous sessions.
She greeted me at the door in sweats, looking just as adorable as in any of her videos. I don't know how old she is but I'd guess she is in her mid-30's, no kid but, as I said before, very attractive. Her English accent didn't seem as strong as I recall from her videos, perhaps due to years living in Florida, maybe just my perception. We talked a bit and she asked me what I wanted to do (though I had explained it in my e-mail!) and she also answered some phone messages from a guy who took the train down from New York to see her.
I took off my shoes and pants, exposing the gym shorts I wore for the occassion. We continued to talk as she went into the bathroom to put on a bikini to wrestle in. I always have lots of questions for the ladies, mostly about what it's like to travel around and wrestle strangers in hotel rooms. I was sitting on the bed when she walked up to me and began to pose.
I lack the vocabulary to describe a muscular female physique, but I know what I like! She apologized for not being in contest shape and showed me some 8X10's of her ready to compete. I glanced at the photos and told her that I prefer the way she looked in front of me that day.
I asked her weight but I can't remember what she said; I'd guess like 155 lbs. She had a healthy amount of body fat, obscuring her abs and filling out her implant-free breasts nicely. Arms, legs, lats, back... all were beautifully dense and rounded with muscle, warm to the touch and pulsing with life. Any blase attitude I maintained before was gone, and my excitement would only grow through the next hour.
We laid the bed spread out on the floor to wrestle on. She took me by the hand and led me to the middle of the wrestling area, me looking down at her from my 5'10" and very eager to see what this beautiful little body builder would be up for.
She quickly threw one arm between my legs and in an instant I was in a firemans carry. She squated me several times, not very deeply but working very hard while I was comfortable on her broad shoulders. She gently set me on my feet again then drew me near, pulling me in a bearhug and again my feet were off the ground. It was a great experience, like a power-hug, and my arms were free to explore her upper body.
After that, we squared off to wrestle. I'm pretty sure that in a competitive match I would've held my own at least, but Christine had some powerful holds I could not evade. She asked me if I had any favorite holds and I described some that either showed off her power or could control me in ways I would enjoy. She certainly came through.
I don't give in easily to grapevines, but her short sturdy legs caused me to submit immediately. She didn't put me in any effective body scissors, but after a few head and neck scissors I asked her (please!) not to do that anymore. If she was above me and had any kind of leverage I didn't have a chance of budging her. If I took the advantage it wouldn't be for long. Even from below her grapevine was crippling, something I wasn't expecting.
I like being on the bottom, but even more I like not having much of a choice. Christine and I were both working hard through the match, sweating and breathing hard. She never stopped smiling and she seemed to be enjoying herself.
At my request we armwrestled. With right arms I won after a long struggle. She mentioned pulling her left bicep a while ago and she quit after a few seconds using that arm.
Among other moves that stood out, she hoisted me over her shoulder and twirled around quickly, disorienting me and throwing me down on a couch. Another time, we began wrestling standing up and I got behind her and began to get my arm around her neck. She grabbed my arm and pulled, lifting me up on her back. She started to whip me briskly over her shoulder, then held me suspended at the last moment before putting me down gently.
Many of her holds were very erotic and she often brushed slyly up against my erection, which was evident (at least to me) since the session began. A few times she sat on my face, drawing me deeply between her thighs, but unfortunately the move cut off my air supply causing me to submit after just a few seconds.
Many of her grapevines and schoolboy presses were accompanied by having my face pulled into her solid chest, her perfect natural breasts incapable of a decent smother. A few times she actually scissored my genitals (gently, fortunately) in a move that has no counter. Toward the end of the meeting, both of us dripping with sweat there were a few minutes of affectionate cuddling; those minutes could justify the time and expence of the entire session.
I don't want to stress the sensual aspects of the match, and there is probably a good reason why people don't want to talk about it. For me, the sessions are a sexual turn on, but that is only part of the experience. I hope nobody books a session with Christine (or any of the wrestling ladies) because they are looking for a hooker with muscles. I'm just reporting my experiences here.
Anyways, the guy from New York showed up and my hour was over. A brief consumer wrap-up follows:
Competitive wrestling: This wasn't my goal here, but Christine is capable and ready to rumble. If you aren't an unusually large, strong, and skilled wrestler I expect you could get a decent match.
Lifts: She handled my 220 lbs pretty well for a few lifts/carries.
Scissors: If you can handle a full session of all scissors from Christine, you are a better man than me.
I look for an overall experience with a strong woman, just enjoying her presence and the physical contact. The session was great, and I look forward to seeing Christine again.