Overpowered By My Cousin BeverlyI love watching and taking part in mixed wrestling sessions, this began in my mid teens when I would be left in the care of my older cousin Beverly. She was 16 at the time and had matured early being both taller and heavier than me with a fantastic curvey figure, I was only 14 and had yet to shoot up, being fairly weedy.
I can't remember how it started exactly, it may have been while we were watching the wrestling on the TV, here in the UK the wrestling was on every Saturday afternoon and we definately watched it together so that may have been it. Anyway I recall she was messing about and pushing me around and I was trying to stand up to her but it was obvious I was no match for her. Before I knew it I found myself on my back with my arms pinned to the carpet and Bev sitting astride me high up on my chest.
She was wearing a rather short, pleated skirt so her dominant position gave me a close up view of the crotch of her knickers (that's what we call panties in this country). I remember distinctively they we plain cotton ones in white and to me they looked a little small for her as they really seemed to accentuate her crotch which was bulging out towards my helpless face.
I was struggling like crazy trying to buck her off but she was way too heavy and strong and she just laughed down at me, teasing me and calling me a weaking, I just kept looking back at her tight knickers in fascination, after a while she said that if I liked looking at her knickers so much she would give me a closer look. So saying she slowly moved herself forward untill her warm, slightly damp knickers were planted firmly over my mouth and just pressing up against my nose. I was just able to breath through my nose though this did mean drawing my air filtered through the crotch of her knickers.
She kept me in this position for what seemed hours (probably around 30 mins) until I felt her shudder and heard her sigh deeply, I just became aware of her crotch getting wet when she jumped up and went up to her room leaving me confused by mixed feelings, thinking about in in bed that night I beacme very aroused at the thought of what she had done to me. After that I took every opportunity to goad her into wrestling me which she was only too glad to do, always resulting in a similar ending although her repertoir of humilliating holds increased as time went on.
After about a year her family moved down to Cornwall and I only saw her on the odd visit. I do remember attending her wedding about six years later and getting a bit drunk with her and she asked if I remembered our 'little wrestling games', she had a wicked smile on her face as she asked me, I assured her that I would never forget them. Hence my love of Mixed Wrestling and being overpowered.
Please let me know if you found this interesting and if you have had any similar experiences.