My Dream Come True!
Photo story by Mr. Chain
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You can say a lot of things about my friends, but one thing that is undeniable is that they know what I like. And on the Saturday night before my thirtieth birthday, they were determined to deliver those likes, all wrapped up in a neat little package. I was told to leave the night free, so being the good friend that I am, I followed those orders. They picked me up at about 7:00, threw me in the backseat of one of their cars, and before I knew it, we were off. I had no idea where we were going, so as we sped away, I pressed them for an answer, and finally got a reply.

"Dude, we've all known you long enough to know that there are two things you dig more than anything. First of all, we've been on lots of exotic vacations together, and every time, we all wait for the scene to play out. Whenever we end up on a beach somewhere, within minutes you begin to scour the area for a beautiful girl in a skimpy bikini. Then you run over to her, suntan oil in hand, and beg her to let her rub some on her.

The other thing you are passionate about is chicks wrestling. We've all seen the collection of videos you have in your apartment. Man, you must have brought every catfight, oil wrestling and foxy boxing video out there!"

I laughed, knowing they had me pegged. But I was still at a loss to figure out where they were taking me, until finally, they filled me in.

"When it came time for us to celebrate your birthday, we saw an ad in the newspaper, and it had your name written all over it. There's this bar out in the suburbs and tonight, tonight only, they've got this oil wrestling promotion coming through. So dude, tonight you will get to experience beautiful chicks in skimpy bikinis, bathed in oil, wrestling each other!"

I couldn't believe it! They had come up with the one thing which encompassed all of my desires in one. Well, most of my desires anyway. The one thing I had never let them know about was my armpit fetish. But I had a feeling that even that would be satisfied tonight. It took about an hour to get there, but when we walked into the bar, I was in my glory. I had never actually seen oil wrestling in person, I was always too embarrassed to actually go and watch it by myself. But with my friends by my side and lots of beers in my belly, I was ready to go!

They had this inflatable wrestling pit set up in the middle of the dance floor, and the chicks were already working the crowd, wandering around and getting friendly with the guys in order to solicit tips. I was handed one each of a 10, 5 and 1 dollar bill and instructed to stuff them into the chicks I liked the best, in order. The way the show worked was that there would be three wrestling matches, and the guys in the crowd got to bid to see who would be each of their managers. The manager got to rub oil on the girl before the match and stay in her corner and take care of her between rounds. There were three, three minute rounds, so it promised to be a great night.

I began making my selections, stuffing the ten dollar bill into a gorgeous, Asian looking brunettes' bikini, the five dollar bill in another beautiful brunettes' bikini and the one dollar bill in a cute, petite little blonde's bikini. So they knew my preferences and were ready to go and get one of them for me.

In the first match, the girl I had stuffed the five dollar bill into was one of the contestants bikinis, so my friends' bid up until $100, but when some big old cowboy offered $200, they backed away. I was disappointed, but there were still two other matches to go.

The first match was great to watch, though there wasn't much wrestling going on. The girls were beautiful, the oil was flowing, their pits were on display constantly, and I was loving it. The chick I had picked ended up winning, and her cowboy manager had a blast.

Then came the second match of the night, and the two girls involved in this one were the other two I had identified. My first choice was a gorgeous, tall, exotic-looking chick with long, black hair, a big chest and skimpy orange bikini. She was a classic stripper; tall, thin, big tits; very sensual. Again my friends bid, going up to $150, but when the bids went higher, they backed down again. The chick got a final bid of $200, and I was impressed. Her manager ran down to ringside, and I watched with envy as he began to rub her down with oil.

Though I wanted nothing more than to rub oil on her luscious bod, I still had my number three girl left. She was a little different than the other two in that she was a little older, probably in her early 30's, and much more sweet and innocent looking. Don't get me wrong, she still had a great body, but she was more petite, had a smaller chest and looked more like the girl next door than a stripper.

That innocence must have turned the crowd off though, because after my friends bid $75, no one else challenged them. She was mine, so I made my way down to ringside, licking my lips as I approached her. As I got to her corner, she leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, handing me a bottle of baby oil in the process.

"Hi. I'm Barbara. Care to oil me down?" she asked, in a sweet, high pitched voice.

I nodded like a fool as she laid down on the inflatable side of the wrestling pit, lifting her arms over her head and spreading her legs apart. I jumped right in, squirting the oil on her legs and massaging it into her succulent thighs. After rubbing them down to the point where her legs could absorb not another drop, I squirted it on her belly and went back to work. The crowd was hooting loudly, though not nearly as loud as they had for the other girl. But Barbara did not seemed bothered by it, and the sly smile on her face told me that she had a plan.

Her abs were chiseled nicely, though she still had a layer of soft, baby fat to the touch. I took my time, rubbing every inch of her tummy before inching up near her chest. As I tried to slip my hand beneath her top to rub some on her chest, she lifted her hand, softly squeezing mine in a gentle reprimand. "Now, now. Be a good boy!" she scolded my playfully, and I laughed back at her, enjoying the flirtation.

I couldn't help but think that she was great! Sure, some of the other girls were better looking, but this girl was still hot. And besides, she was all natural! Next I made my move, squirting a huge glob into her right armpit before carefully massaging it in. Slowly and deliberately I ran my fingers into the depths of her smooth underarm, lingering for as long as I could. I was delighted to discover that there was not a hint of stubble, and that the skin in my favorite area was as soft as a baby's behind! I continued to linger in her right armpit for quite some time, prompting her to lift her head and glance up at me with a smile. "A pit man, eh?", she joked, winking at me.

I was stunned at first, but drunk too! So I played right along with her. "You know it!" I replied, "And you've got some of the best pits I've ever seen!" I exclaimed.

"Well then don't waste all of your energy on one side, check out the other!", she chided, still smiling sweetly.

I wasted no time, spraying another glob into her left armpit and continuing to rub her heavenly skin.

"Does it feel as good as the other?" she asked, enjoying the attention.

"Even better!", I replied, winning points with her in the process.

Finally both girls were called to stand up and get ready for battle. Barbara then turned to me and began whispering in my ear.

"Get ready, this could get rough." She informed me.

I assumed she was joking and laughed. The first match had been little more than play wrestling and I had rougher fights with my sister, so I didn't take her seriously. But Barbara leaned forward again, and confided even more.

"She and I have never got along very well anyway, but last week she gave me a shot in the ribs which really hurt, so I got mad and took a few cheap shots at her too. In the end it got pretty rough so I think she's looking for revenge!"

I took it as part of the show, her way of hyping the fight and trying to titillate me, though I still expected nothing more than the first match. And for the first minutes, that was exactly what happened. Barbara had long, curly hair, so the other girl would grab it and pull her around for a few seconds, but then Barbara would put her in a headlock, and it went back and forth like that. But then Barbara seemed to crank it up a notch and ran across the ring, landing a dropkick into the other girls chest.

The other girl soared backward before crashing onto her back as Barbara dove down on top of her. She sat right on the girls' chest, thrusting her arms in the air to incite the crowd. I joined right along with them, cheering my girl on.

Barbara smiled, enjoying the cheers, and apparently enjoying the chance to have the upper hand against the other girl. After grinding her ass into the girls' chest for a few seconds as she twirled her arms over her head, providing me with yet another great view of her glorious pits, she then got up, pulling the girl up by the hair with her. As the girl rose, her face ended up planted in Barbara's armpit. The irony was not lost on Barbara, who pushed the girl's face deeper into her pit, winking at me in the process.

I howled back in approval, but couldn't help notice the angry expression on the girl's face once she was able to remove her face from Barbara's underarm. Barbara then flipped the girl over by her hair, sending her crashing onto her back once again, as she used another opportunity to thrust her arms in the air. She was working the crowd, and they cheered back at her in approval, voicing their endorsement.

Barbara turned to me once again, winking another time before she stretched her arm out over her head and dove down to the mat. As she came down, her right armpit landed directly over the girl's face, covering it completely as she held her arm in place, burying the girls' face in it. Again Barbara wriggled on the mat, squishing her armpit even deeper over her face, before finally relenting and getting to her feet. Just then the announcer stepped into the ring calling an end the first round, prompting .Barbara came prancing back into our corner, thrusting her arms over her head to the cheers of the crowd.

Reaching the corner, she leaned over toward me and asked, "So, how did I do coach?"

"You were great!" I replied enthusiastically, "but I 'm jealous that you shared your armpits with her!"

Barbara laughed out loud before laying down on the bumper in front of me, slowly laying her arms up and over her head, turning to me with a sweet but sexy look.

"So, are you just a pit toucher, or are you a pit licker too?" she asked.

The question threw me for a loop, but I had lots of beers in me, so I called her dare.

"When it comes to armpits like yours honey, anything goes!" I replied.

"Then while I've got the crowd going, let's keep em on my side. Go ahead, take a nice long lick!" she whispered back to me.

Not hesitating, I bent down, stuck my tongue out, and took a nice long lick of her right armpit. It was deep and long, smooth and supple, so I started at the top and slowly glided my tongue down the entire length, stopping in the middle to enjoy it even more. Suddenly, the attention of the entire crowd, including the other girl, was on us, and Barbara was loving it. I saw her glance across the ring and smile, noticing the jealous look on her opponent's face. The crowd began hooting and hollering as I finished my lick, prompting Barbara to offer the other armpit up to me.

Again, without hesitation, I dove right in. Stroking my tongue from top to bottom, I was loving it! Barbara's pit was so soft, so slippery, that my tongue slid over like... well.... Like sliding over oil! Her pit had a surprisingly wonderful taste too, the combination of oil, a hint of perspiration made for a pungent kick, sort of like a sweet and sour sauce. As the crowd whooped it up, I heard the announcer instruct them both to get ready, so I stopped licking, stepped back, and watched as Barbara rose.

Her opponent was really pissed now! Barbara had stolen the spotlight from her, and the other girls' expression told me that she desperately wanted it back. She knew that the girl who got the attention of the crowd was the one who got the biggest tips, and even though the Asian-looking girl was hotter, Barbara had won the crowd over. And she knew it too, leaning back toward me.

"Looks like I've got them now! And she looks pissed off about it too!" Barbara chirped happily.

I nodded in agreement, not knowing what to say. But Barbara surprised me once again, whispering to me once more.

"I don't know if your friends told you yet, but they bought you some time with me in the VIP room after this is over."

My face lit up at the prospect of being alone with her. Barbara smiled sweetly at me, and I longed for the match to be over so the two of us could get at it. But she shot me down quickly.

"But don't get the wrong idea, we're not going to have sex!" she insisted, though she softened that blow by saying, "but after this next round, I may need you to lick my wounds! I think she's going to come after me!"

The next round then began and the other girl moved quickly, charging at Barbara, who easily sidestepped her attack. They moved to the middle of the ring where Barbara began to play some more, lifting her arms over her head and jiggling for the crowd, who reacted favorably.

But the Asian-looking girl grew more furious as she settled back into my corner, charging at Barbara once again, this time catching Barbara off guard as she seemed more worried more about the crowd than her opponent. She hit Barbara with a vicious knee in her midsection, jarring her Barbara so hard that one her tits fell out from beneath her top. With Barbara doubled over, the girl stood in front of her, leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Barbara's waist in the process.

With a mighty tug, she lifted Barbara's upended body into the air, causing both of her tits to fall out form beneath her top. She then tossed Barbara aside like a sack of potatoes, my girl falling to the mat, looking disoriented. The other girl then raced over, grabbing the string from behind Barbara's top and untying it before ripping the top off of her.

The crowd erupted, jumping to their feet and cheering wildly as Barbara sat up, her cute little tits on display for all to see. The other girl retreated to her corner, smacking a high five with her manager as Barbara slowly got to her feet. Just as she got up however, the other girl charged at her again, smashing her forearm into Barbara's neck and clothes-lining her.

With all of the noise, few people heard the CRACK from the impact, but I was standing at ringside, and it was unmistakable. I tried to get a look at Barbara's face to see if she was hurt, but her hair surrounded it as she bent forward, cupping her face in her hands. The Asian-looking girl then moved the center fo the ring, twirling Barbara's top up over her head.

I tried to see if Barbara was okay, but she had gradually gotten to her feet, so I assumed she was. She saw her opponent twirling her top over head to incite the crowd, and rushed over to get it back. As they stood face to face, I realized for the first time how much taller the other girl was than Barbara. She had to have at least 4 or 5 inches on my petite wrestler. As a result, Barbara was forced to jump up to try and grab her top, her tits bouncing around in the process.

The Asian girl whisked Barbara's top overhead, just out of Barbara's reach, teasing her. Though a part of me felt bad for her, the other part was loving the view. Her pert tits bounced up and down as she reached for her top, her sweaty pits on full display. But without warning, the other girl then lifted her knee into Barbara's gut, causing her to double over once again. She then grabbed Barbara by the head and flipped her through the air, causing her land on her back, now in obvious pain.

The crowd was loving it, still on their feet cheering the spectacle as the Asian girl tossed Barbara's top over to me. But unlike Barbara's mistake of playing to the crowd, she other girl wasted no time, instead grabbing Barbara's ankles and dragging her around the ring, Barbara's arms laying over her head, flat against the mat as she was dragged to all sides of the mat. The crowd was still on their feet cheering as she finally dragged Barbara back toward my corner.

Still clutching onto Barbara's ankles, the Asian girl shifted her grip and pulled Barbara up by the legs, forcing them into the air and upending her, Barbara's arms now laying against the mat, the rest of her inverted torso and legs held erect. The Asian girl then looked at me, leaning over to whisper as she smashed the ball of her foot into Barbara's right armpit.

"She's gonna need another lick or two after I get through with her!", the other girl hissed at me, her anger obvious. Barbara began to moan out loud, but most of the crowd didn't know whether to take it seriously or not, so most just cheered even louder. But I could see Barbara's face, and I knew that this girl wasn't playing.

Ramming her foot into the depths of Barbara's underarm, the other girl then began to grind it in even deeper, twisting her foot to intensify the pain. Barbara continued to whine until finally the other girl pulled her up even further before falling backward and flipping Barbara over her. Barbara flew through the air, landing face first on the mat. Just then, mercifully, the announcer stepped in and called an end to the round. The other girl began to celebrate, thrusting her arms over her head in a victory dance as the crowd cheered her on.

I jumped in the ring to check on Barbara, helping her to her feet before we walked back into the corner. She tried to smile as I checked to see if she was alright.

"Are you okay?", I asked, thinking that she was hurt.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. It's all part of the show.", she responded. "Now help me put my top back on." Though she was smiling, I could sense that she was in pain, but I didn't know what to believe any more. After helping her to tie her top, she then suddenly laid down in front of me once again, sitting up to whisper into my ear.

"Wow, she is really pissed off!", she proclaimed. I looked back at her, and must have had a look of concern on my face, prompting her to try and calm my fears. She laughed, and I laughed right back with her, realizing that she was probably okay after all. She then laid down and placed her arms back over her head again, displaying her luscious pits for me once more.

"This pissed her off so much the first time, we might as well do it again!", she whispered, glancing toward her right armpit. I took her cue and dove in, licking deeply as the crowd again reacted. This time she tasted even better, she had begun to perspire even more, making for a sweeter taste, much to my surprise and delight. I buried my face in her armpit as the crowd went nuts, until I realized that the other chick was doing the same thing with her manager across the ring.

Barbara glanced over, seeing what was happening and noticing that the attention of the crowd had now shifted as they focused solely on her opponent, rather than on her. She quickly got that jealous look, the same one her opponent had after the first round, and I could tell that she felt shown up. But that didn't bother me any as I continued to glide my tongue into the recesses of her underarm. After another minute or so, the call came to get ready, so she stood up and turned to face me.

"Wish me luck!" she whispered in her soft, sweet voice, as the call came to start the final round.

Barbara moved out of the corner cautiously, circling toward her opponent, who stopped turning toward the crowd. The other girl then lifted her arms to the crowd, exhibiting her armpits in an act of defiance. Barbara saw this and scowled, so as soon as the other girl lowered her arms, Barbara turned in the same direction and raised hers, trying to win back their approval. But just as she did, the Asian girl came flying across the mat and delivered a dropkick into Barbara's chest.

The kick knocked Barbara for a loop, sending her tumbling onto her back as her hair flew everywhere. The other girl got up quickly and stood over Barbara, grabbing a handful of her hair and ripping her up by it. As Barbara stood up, she received a knee in her ribcage, causing her to double over. The crowd gasped, and did so again as Barbara received another knee in her face, knocking her back onto the bumper, directly in front of me.

With Barbara's shoulders pressed back against the bumper, the Asian girl jumped on her, using her knees to straddle Barbara's chest. She had Barbara trapped, leaning forward and grabbing hold of Barbara's wrists to press her arms up over her head.

"If you thought she needed you after the last round, wait until after this one!", the other girl yelled to me again before leaning forward and burying her face into Barbara's left underarm. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! It looked like the other girl had begun to lick Barbara's armpit, but once Barbara began to scream in pain, I knew that she wasn't licking. She was actually biting her, sinking her teeth into the soft skin in the valley of Barbara's underarm.

The crowd, pretty riled up by this time, cheered loudly, drowning our Barbara's screams, though I could hear them clearly as she was only inches away from me. The biting went on for a few seconds more before the other girl pulled her face from the recess of Barbara's right armpit and repeating the bite. My girl again howled in pain, still drowned out by the rambunctious cheering mob. After a few more seconds, she again lifted her face out of Barbara's pit, the oil and sweat from Barbara's underarms transferred onto her face.

She then slid her herself up higher on Barbara's body, placing her knees down onto Barbara's arms to trap them in place. Barbara looked worried for the first time as I glanced down at her, the other girl sliding herself up even further until finally she was sitting On Barbara's Face! I couldn't believe it, but it was happening right in front of me. She began to wiggle her hips, writing them on top of Barbara's pretty face as she hoisted her arms over her head in a victory dance.

Barbara's petite body writhed from beneath her opponent, trying to squirm free, but to no avail. After a few more seconds, she finally backed off, getting up off of Barbara and standing in the middle of the ring, again hoisting her arms in the air as the crowd cheered. Barbara meanwhile had slowly gotten to her feet and was ready to confront her again, but the other girl acted quicker than my beleaguered wrestler, spinning Barbara round and quickly placing her in a full nelson.

With Barbara's arms trapped up behind her head, her pits were on display once again, much to my delight. The other girl pushed her forward, forcing Barbara to face the other girls' manager in their corner. While Barbara tried to resist, the other girl held on tight, whispering something to her manager who then walked forward and buried his face into Barbara's left armpit.

In an animated motion, he feigned sniffing it, only to back away, making a disgusted face as he held his nose. The crowd roared with laugher as the other girl smiled with pride. She then released her grip, freeing Barbara's arms, only to quickly grab the string on the back of Barbara's top and untying the knot once again. She then ripped the top off of her body for the second time, leaving Barbara topless once more. The crowd jumped to their feet cheering, Barbara turning quickly to face me, and for the second time I got a view of her tits. They weren't big, but were nicely proportioned to the rest of her body, her nipples small and dark.

Meanwhile, the other girl had walked back to her corner, lifted her arms up over her head and placed them in her manager's face. He took another animated sniff, this time keeping his face planted in them for several moments, shaking his head back and forth for emphasis to show how much he was enjoying himself. Finally, after some time had passed, he backed away, but instead of the crinkled look of disgust he displayed after sniffing Barbara's underarms, his face was aglow with a smile. He then raised his fingertips to his mouth, kissing them before lifting them in the air, an indisputable sign of his approval. The crowd loved it and cheered, leaving Barbara with an angered expression on her face.

Time was winding down, so Barbara, in a desperate last attempt, reached for the other girl's top, trying to rip it off of her. But her attempt failed and she lost her balance, allowing the other girl to trip her, sending her falling on her face. The mishap drew even more laughter, prompting the other girl to join in and giggle

Barbara was not done however, and tried to grab the other girls' ankle, only to land on the receiving end of a stomp to her belly. As Barbara rolled onto her back, the other girl walked over and stood next to her before placing her stomping her foot down between Barbara's tits and raising her hands in victory. Just then the announcer entered the ring, proclaiming her the victor while holding her arm up high in the air.

As I watched, wondering if she was okay, Barbara lifted her head, looking right at me. She then winked, letting me know that she was okay before dropping her head back down in defeat. The cheers were thunderous, and I joined in, applauding the effort of the two warriors. They had given me the best birthday present I could ever imagine, and as things settled down, Barbara walked back over to me, plopping her tired, sweaty body down next to me.

"So, what did you think?", she asked, her voice still sweet, but the exhaustion in it obvious.

That was great, I couldn't ask for anything more!", I proclaimed.

She then placed her hand on my knee and looked at me with her innocent eyes.

"Well it's not over yet. Remember, you promised to come lick my wounds in the VIP room!"

I had forgotten all about that in the excitement. The night was still not over, not by a long shot. We both got up, she put her arm around me, and together we headed toward the VIP room together.

TO BE CONTINUED?

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