BEA - by Anonymous
Ever since Bea had
gotten off the train and spotted the woman walking briskly
and purposefully toward her down the station platform, she
had felt a tingle of excitement. The woman who boldly stared
at her from twenty feet away just had to be Claudia, thought
Beatrice. At least she certainly fit the description that
her friend from Europe had sent to Bea the week before.
Bea let her eyes
travel slowly and appraisingly along the figure of the
dark-haired woman who walked up and stopped in front of her.
The young woman put her hands on hips . . . a pair of sleek,
lithe hips that perfectly matched the narrowness of her
waist. Bea's eyes moved spontaneously to the woman's bare
arms, attractively revealed by a white sleeveless blouse.
Oh my, Beatrice
thought to herself, she really was a big strapping girl . .
. just as her friend had described her in his letter. And,
as Beatrice's glance took in the strongly muscled bare arms
and the long length of curvaceous yet sturdy leg that peeked
out from beneath the rather short skirt, Bea knew that this
was a strong woman. It was enough to make her feel a sudden
dampness at her crotch.
"So you decided to
come", Claudia said, as Beatrice walked up to her on the
platform. It was a low, husky voice that seemed to fit the
athletic young woman perfectly. As she spoke, the woman
smiled and held out her hand in greeting.
"Yes, I simply
couldn't pass up an invitation like yours, now could I?"
Beatrice said in return. She took the woman's extended hand
in her own; their palms pressed tightly, fingers entwined,
both exerting a slow steady pressure at the same time. Bea
almost gasped out loud as she felt the strength of the other
woman's grip. She WAS strong!
While the two
women strained in their silent test of strength, their lips
never losing their smiles, they sized up one another.
Beatrice's eyes watched the ripple and play of Claudia's
sinews as they flexed in effort just beneath the tanned skin
along her arm. The woman's bicep showed, swelling upward
tautly as she strained with Beatrice in dead-lock. But to a
casual onlooker there on that train station platform, it
would have appeared as if two women friends were merely
greeting one another with a friendly, but prolonged,
With a quick grin,
Claudia suddenly released her grip and stepped back. "Oh-hhh,
this is going to be such fun," laughed the young woman.
"Let's make this testing of our strength last a while.
There's plenty of time . . . all weekend, if you're game?"
her head, and returned Claudia's challenging smile. "Sure, I
didn't come all this way for a quick best two-out-of-three,"
Bea laughed in response. "But are you sure that you are up
to a whole weekend of this? Think you can last that long, my
lips parts and her teeth sparkled again in a smile. It was
obvious that she enjoyed this light-hearted yet challenging
banter with Bea. She was thinking of the letter that she'd
received from a male friend who lived in Europe, the letter
which initiated this adventure that was now unfolding. Once
again, Claudia's eyes swept over Bea's athletically fit
figure with approval.
"You know I wasn't
really sure what to think when our mutual friend wrote and
suggested that the two of us should get together. But I
trust him, and he said that I would find you to be a good
match for my strength. And now, having seen you, I'm
absolutely sure that he knew what he was talking about.
Actually, he and I have wrestled many times and he knows all
about my grappling style . . . and what I like. And he tells
me that the two of you have enjoyed many a mat session, too.
He feels our styles and preferences for certain holds will
produce some exciting matches between us. In fact, I have an
idea that he would love to be here to see our little contest
in-person. Of course, knowing him, he'd want to take on the
"But this is going
to be just us girls . . . with no one to interrupt us,
right? Nothing but raw female energy, doing what strong
ladies like to do best", laughed Bea.
"Well, you can bet
on one thing; you've never met a woman like me", Claudia
murmured in a dreamy tone of voice, almost as if she were
far away in her own fantasy. "Before I'm done with you, my
dear, you are going to feel like a limp dishrag. I'm going
to wring you out, both physically and sexually."
"Oh, promises and
more promises . . . that's all I seem to get. So how about
we get to your place and start the action, if you think that
you're woman enough!" said Beatrice in a bantering voice.
Claudia just smiled, and cocked one eyebrow in answer.
It took them less
than twenty minutes to arrive at Claudia's beach-side
cottage, then another ten minutes for Beatrice to get
settled into the guest bedroom and change out of her
travelling clothes to "something more comfortable". That
turned out to be a brief thong bikini bottom and an even
skimpier nipple-bra. As Bea stood looking at her figure in
the full-length mirror on the wall, she quite
unselfconsciously tensed her supple body, flexing herself so
that the etched muscularity popped into sight.
"Hey, not bad for
a 47 year-old housewife", Bea thought to herself, as she
sent her sinews rippling, coiling and bunching throughout
the glorious length of her compact physique. It was,
however, the kind of smooth muscularity that left her body
completely feminine in it's appearance . . . not bulky and
hard-edged like so many of the female weight-lifters. Hers
was a firm, smooth body without any droopy flesh, which was
amazing for someone into her middle years. Even her tits
were firm and solid, jutting out insolently like some
teen-ager. Not even a hint of sag.
heard a slight sound behind her, and turned quickly. And
there was Claudia standing in the doorway with a gleam in
her eyes. But Bea wasn't really looking at Claudia's eyes at
all; instead her startled gaze was devouring the younger
woman's magnificent body. And there was a lot of it to take
in, since she was standing there naked except for the
briefest of bikinis bottoms. Her magnificent upper torso was
bare, her splendidly heavy breasts exposed.
If someone had
been present in that bedroom, he or she would have been
surprised at how closely the two women resembled one another
in build. Claudia was obviously the taller of the two, and
she appeared to be more full-figured. This was especially
the case in terms of her upper torso. She was obviously a
solid C-cup. Bea's breasts were somewhat smaller, but they
sat wide and jutting upon the older woman's much broader
Claudia's eyes widened in surprise when she saw how firm
Beatrice's breasts were, especially for a woman of nearly
50. Bea's tits were medium sized but well-contoured, with
strong cleft pectorals that held them arrogantly aloft. Bea
saw the expression of delighted surprise in Claudia's eyes,
and so Bea quickly reached up and unclipped her narrow
nipple-band, throwing it onto the bed. Now both women were
bare to the waist, clad only in their skimpy thongs. They
would wrestle in bare-breasted Amazonian combat . . . that
had been decided without a word being spoken.
"Yes, my dear,
let's do leave our titties some room to breath . . . and to
enjoy their getting acquainted with one another," laughed
Claudia. "I can't wait to feel my bare nipples rubbing
against yours. What do you think about that?"
"Well, I think
that I can hardly wait to get you down on the wrestling
mat," replied Beatrice. The two women moved toward one
another as if hypnotized, stopping only when their thrusting
tits came into contact. Claudia's nipples began to slowly
harden as the two sets of solid breasts pressed together . .
. lightly, very lightly. The two half-nude females stood
toe-to- toe, letting their nipples joust and play, letting
their heavy tits rub back and forth against one another.
Then, abruptly, they each took a step backward. It had
over and slid open the wide glass doors leading to the
lushly landscaped garden outside. She motioned over her
shoulder for Bea to follow her. The garden area was ringed
by a high brick privacy wall, and in the very centre of the
grassy area laid a double-wide, blue-surfaced wrestling mat.
It was huge, and obviously well used!
"This is where I
like to wrestle," said Claudia. "It's private, and no one
will bother us. In fact, no one will even hear us. And
that's good, because I'm going to have you screaming for
mercy, Old Girl!"
another word the two muscle women came slowly together and
began their test of ultimate female strength. They went
right down to the mat, locking together tightly with arms
and legs clasped about one another, rolling first one way
and then the other. For several moments they traded holds
and grips, testing each other's skill and strength. And
then, finally, they settled into a kind of slow-motion
grappling, with first one on top and then the other.
herself locked beneath her slightly larger adversary, the
woman's muscular weight pinning Bea to the mat. Beatrice
quickly set her heels against the yielding surface of the
wrestling mat, leaned back on her shoulders, lifted her
butt, and bridged straight up into the air, trying to
dislodge her opponent. Claudia instantly slid her legs
around and under Bea's raised hips, her ankles locking
against the older woman's tensed buttocks, her long
sun-bronzed thighs scissored tightly around Bea's body. She
rode Beatrice like some rodeo cowgirl as Bea tried her best
to buck her off. After several moments, Bea realized that
she would simply have to figure out something else.
Bea tried to
settle back down onto the mat, but Claudia's encircled legs
kept her slightly aloft in a kind of supported bridge. The
way their bodies were tangled together left them
face-to-face. By now their bodies were slippery with sweat,
giving their naked flesh a kind of wet and rubbery feel as
they slid together. As Claudia had suggested earlier, the
two muscle-maiden's jutting tits were getting acquainted . .
. and especially their nipples.
Bea felt her
smaller pink-hued nipples growing stiff as they jousted with
the larger, browner nubbins of her opponent. It was like two
pairs of pencil erasures rubbing against slick flesh, and it
was really turning Beatrice on. Of course the constant
pressure of Claudia's pubic mound against her own didn't
help matters any.
For her part,
Claudia discovered that the older woman's strongly muscled
body was far stronger than she had imagined it would be.
Claudia was amazed at the way this erotic combat was playing
out, especially the way in which Bea had been able to
maintain that bridge for so long a time. Now THAT took
strength, and agility!
loved it when an opponent bridged up beneath her, pushing
sweat-slippery loins against hers, pressing her mound into
Claudia's. The fact that both women were wearing thong
bikinis gave their clamped bodies an even more intimate
weapon of arousal. The thick rope-like thong cinched between
their thighs eventually worked its way against their aroused
labial lips. It was like a finger softly kneading and
spreading the portals of their sex, awakening the clit from
its place of slumber. Both women knew that before long they
would discard these thongs, so that their now engorged clits
could joust and wrestle on their own.
absolutely ecstatic with joy. This was the kind of erotic
wrestling she most enjoyed, the kind of "Strain & Struggle"
that was almost like Domination/Discipline in its sexual
intensity. She loved being held prisoner within the muscular
limbs of another woman, while she herself attempted to
wrestle her way free and subdue her dominant partner. It was
simply a matter of locking your two bodies together until
you were almost glued tight as one, then squirming your
naked body against the sinewy length of the other in
Oh yes, it was
also fun to exchange quickly applied holds and grips, to see
if you could catch your opponent in a full-nelson before she
got you, to slap on an arm-bar, or send the other to the mat
in a perfectly executed flying mare. But these more
technical aspects of wrestling no longer appealed to Bea as
it once had. And Beatrice had very quickly discovered that
Claudia shared her own delight in slow, squirming, tightly
locked grappling . . . the kind of wrestling that left your
body glued full-length to your opponent's, your sweat
mingling with hers, smoothly muscled limbs knotted and
entwined, joined together as tightly as a pair of
impassioned male and female lovers. Except THIS kind of
eroticism was of the female versus female variety . . . a
much more interesting kind of wrestling, at least as far as
Bea was concerned.
And this is how
they were wrestling now; chest-to-chest, nipples jousting,
belly pressed to flat belly, grinding their loins together
as clit sought clit. Their buttocks clenched and relaxed . .
. clenched and relaxed . . . in a slow-pulsed flexing as
their thighs clasped each other. Each had the other's long
leg locked within the imprisoning strength of a powerful
scissors, squeezing and humping the other's lithe-muscled
thigh. Their breath was beginning to come in quick gasps,
and both were emitting low moans of pain mingled with
Their eyes were
wide-open and staring, but not at one another. It was as if
both of the women were watching an erotic movie being
projected upon the screen of their minds, both of them lost
in their own fantasies, and yet each somehow contributing to
the other's erotic mind-play by the sensual movement of
their nude-muscled bodies.
By now they had
worked up a good sweat, the glistening perspiration
lubricating their sleek-sinewy bodies. They lay locked in
each other's arms and scissoring thighs, their silken skin
slurping and sliding as wet met wet. The sweat gave their
limbs an oiled look, and seemed to accentuate the etched
shape of each cleft muscle and corded sinew. It also made
their flesh feel somewhat rubbery; warm and hard, yet
yielding and soft all at the same time. It was a highly
erotic sensation. And then, of course, there was the pungent
odour of their mingled free-flowing sweat.
It is often said
that the sense of smell acts as a trigger for arousal. For
our Beatrice at least, this was true. And as her face slid
along the perspiration soaked solidity of her opponent's
naked breasts, as her nose caught the pungent scent of
Claudia's heated body, Bea suddenly felt a tickling
sensation between her powerful thighs. She was also VERY
aware of the way Claudia's thigh felt, clamped between Bea's
as it was at this moment. The soft flesh of her pubic mound
could feel each ripple and quiver of Claudia's superbly
muscled leg, which Beatrice was riding. And the harder Bea
scissored Claudia's thigh, the more strongly she felt the
dance and play of the sinew in that long leg.
The strange thing
was that Bea sensed that Claudia was feeling the same erotic
emotions, since Claudia had one of Bea's muscular thighs
clamped between her own scissoring legs. Beatrice slid both
hands up to cup the hard-flexed glutes of Claudia's
buttocks. She filled her hands with the sinew-packed flesh,
her fingers pressing into the muscles that writhed and
played beneath her exploratory touch. Then suddenly she felt
Claudia's hands on her own butt, and both women began to
flex the hard, compact muscularity of their glutinous
maximus as they humped and wrestled one another in
sweat-soaked naked combat.
When women touch
women, they go at it differently than the way in which men
touch women. Deep, deep down . . . almost hidden away in the
primordial ooze of the male brain, there's a fear of strong
women. Perhaps it's left over from matriarchal rule in the
dim past, but men are very skittish around strong and
masterful women. So when a man runs his hands across a
female body and discovers hard, athletic muscularity there's
always that whisper of caution in his mind . . . DON'T
AWAKEN THE AMAZON!
Don't fuck around
with a physically powerful woman, unless you KNOW that you
can hold your own. That's what it is murmuring softly to the
male. Even if the man has a fetish for muscular women, and
loves to feel the supple strength of a sleekly athletic
female body, or loves to muscle-worship those satiny sinews
. . . even still, the inner- whisper of caution is ever
present. But not so with two women.
Women are not
usually as interested as men in physical strength . . .
that's basically a guy-thing. Women get off more on the
eroticism of touch; the feel of flesh against flesh, the
sensuous way one body fits against another. But there are
also women who are turned-on by the feel of sleek sinews
writhing and rippling against them, and especially if those
firm muscles are in another woman's body. Add a playful
contest of female strength, so that those muscles are even
more pronounced to both sight and touch, and you have the
recipe for "Girls Just Wanna Have Sexy Fun" (as pop singer
Cheryl Crow would have sung). At least that's what Claudia
was thinking at this very moment . . . she was one woman who
loved lots of strength and muscularity in another female.
daydreaming thoughts had put her off-guard, or maybe it was
simply Beatrice's skill and speed, but somehow the younger
woman suddenly found herself captured in a crushing
scissors. But unlike her own body-scissors, Bea had
scissored Claudia's head between her thighs. It was like
being trapped within the constricting coils of an Anaconda,
with just as deadly a potential outcome!
Damn! Claudia had
known from the beginning that she would have to stay away
from the muscular thighs of the older woman. The first time
Claudia had seen Beatrice's body stripped of her travelling
clothes; she had recognized the sinewy strength of those
lean thighs and solid calves. And now those gleaming limbs
were wrapped tightly around her head, in danger of crushing
her into submission if Claudia couldn't free herself.
Claudia pried at those mighty thighs with both hands, but
she couldn't spread them a single inch. The way she was
imprisoned within Bea's head-scissors, Claudia's face was
jammed into the inverted V of Bea's lap. She could smell the
musky dampness of Bea's crotch, but she could see nothing.
Then, suddenly, her lips brushed across a pair of silken
ridges of flesh. And within that softly folded flesh Claudia
felt the quivering movement of a hard nubbin rising up
against her lips . ... It was Beatrice's clitoris, stirring
Claudia let out a
muffled moan, and then she made her move! Her tongue flicked
out and grappled with Bea's clitoris. She was rewarded with
a gasp of surprise from Bea, and at the same instant a
momentary relaxing of the thighs scissoring Claudia's head.
That was all she needed. With a wild twisting and wrenching,
of her body, Claudia broke free of Bea's head-scissors and
rolled quickly to her feet.
Bea stayed there
on the mat for a moment, looking up at Claudia with a
strange smile on her lips. Then she too rose to her feet.
Bea just stood there with hands on hips, her broad chest and
thrusting breasts heaving as she sucked in air.
"So, you want to
wrestle THAT way, do you," murmured Bea. "Well, two can play
at that game. If you want to sex-wrestle, then that's what
we will do, my dear girl."
invitingly as she opened her arms and beckoned Claudia to
meet her in the centre of the mat. Claudia stood slightly
crouched, circling Bea warily as the other moved toward her.
Claudia was surprised to find that she was fantasizing about
how it would be to have sex with this magnificently muscled
Amazon. She wondered if Bea would be able to make her
submit, to wrestle her into an explosive orgasm that would
drain her fierce strength and allow Bea to pin her to the
mat in sexual surrender.
"OK, let's just
see who can make who cum first!" Claudia challenged the more
The atmosphere was
suddenly filled with sexual tension as the two naked females
moved toward one another to wrestle again.
"Come on, bitch, let's see what you've got", murmured Bea as
she reached out with extended arms for Claudia. "Let's
They locked their
fingers together, arms straight, wrists slightly bent. For a
second there was no movement, but then both sets of arms
began to quiver from the strain. Claudia's eyes were drawn
to Bea's shoulders, watching the way the older woman's hard
deltoids bulged into sculptured clefts and ribbons of
For her part, Bea
glanced down at Claudia's arms and found herself becoming
excited by the ripple and play of muscularity in those
smooth arms. Bea was slightly surprised by the size of
Claudia's biceps, now that they were swollen into evident
shape from the strain of her effort. And then, while Bea's
attention was distracted, Claudia suddenly broke the dual
finger-lock and slid her naked arms around Bea's body in a
front bear hug. And just as quickly, Bea sent her own mighty
limbs coiling around Claudia's upper body. They were now
locked together face-to-face in a new test of female
The two glistening
bodies stood jammed together, swaying slightly from side to
side as each put more pressure into her hold. Their breasts
were mashed; belly flattened against flat belly, loins
locked, buttocks tensing and rippling. The two straining
bodies appeared as one, sinewy limbs melding, smooth flesh
flowing into a hard knot of tangled female strength.
"Now I'm going to
take you down to the mat," whispered Bea into Claudia's ear
as they stood there struggling. "I'm going to pin your ass,
then I'm going to face-sit you until you have made me cum!
So what do you think of that, bitch?"
respond with words, she let her actions speak for her. With
a wrenching twist of her upper body, the sleek muscled
younger wrestler off-balanced Bea and sent her crashing down
to the mat. In a flash, Claudia was stretched out full
length along the older woman's body, legs grapevine Bea's,
her hands pinning Bea's wrists to the mat. Bea bridged
upward against Claudia, balancing herself aloft on shoulders
and heels as she strained to topple Claudia's muscular
weight from off her.
her legs from their grapevine, and instead scissored them
around Bea's upraised body. Circling the older woman's hips
with her legs, Claudia pulled the woman tightly against her
own sweat-slippery form. Their loins were locked tightly,
pubic hair tangling, clits wrestling for a grip. Their two
bodies began to hump up and down . . . slowly at first, and
then with greater and greater rapidity.
They were now
holding each other within the grasp of their encircled arms,
their tits jousting, sinew-corded bellies sliding back and
forth against one another. Sweat was now drenching their
naked bodies, making the flesh slick to the touch and hard
to grip. Claudia could hear Bea's breath beginning to pant,
and at the same time heard the woman begin to moan softly .
. . not in paid, but in frenzied pleasure!
"Come on, bitch,
give it up", demanded Claudia of the older woman. "I've got
you beat and you know it."
hissed up against Claudia cheek. "No, you don't have me yet,
bitch. I'm still going to pin your ass and wrestle-fuck you
into submission, don't worry about that!"
As she spoke, Bea
let her hands slide up and down the sweat-filmed expanse of
Claudia's powerful back. Her fingers traced the deep
indentation of her spine, and then slid across the
hard-flexed sheaths of hard-flexed muscle across her upper
back. Finally her hands came sliding down to the girls'
sinewy waist and lithe hips. She captured Claudia's buttocks
in both hands, gripping the mounds of flesh as hard as she
could . . . but there was almost no yield in that firm
flesh. It was like trying to pinch a pair of rubber balls.
Still holding onto
one hard-flexed glute, Beatrice sent her other hand snaking
down to cup one of Claudia's jutting breasts, while she
tested the weight of the heavy breast, one of Bea's fingers
moved up to tweak Bea's engorged nipple, massaging it into
stiffness. Bea moved quickly, twisting around until she was
plastered against Claudia's powerfully muscled back. Both
hands now kneading the Claudia's hard nipples, Bea jammed
her crotch against Claudia's hard-packed buttocks and slid
one long thigh around the woman's sinewy waist, pulling
Claudia's body even more tightly against Bea's loins.
Then with a quick
movement that caught Claudia by surprise, one of Bea's hands
slipped from Claudia's breasts, reached down until she felt
the soft fuzz between Claudia's legs, then Bea's fingers
were suddenly searching for Claudia's labia. She found what
she was looking for, and quickly slipped two stiff fingers
inside Claudia's moist and throbbing sheath. At the very
same instant, Bea gave a short leap upward and scissored her
thighs around Claudia's waist, locking her in place. Claudia
spread her legs to balance Bea's weight, which made it even
easier for Bea to finger-fuck the imprisoned young Amazon
with slow, even strokes.
"Ah, now I've got
you," whispered Bea into Claudia's ear. Her face was pressed
against Claudia's cheek, their lips only inches apart. When
Claudia moved her head to reply, Bea suddenly kissed the
woman . . . deeply, with a darting tongue that wrestled with
Claudia's. Twisting and straining, the two women lost their
balance and crumpled to the mat. Bea landed on top, and
stretched her sinewy weight on top of her opponent pinning
her down onto the blue wrestling mat.
Bea's legs were
grapevined with Claudia's, her hands pinning Claudia's
wrists to the mat. Bea moved forward, putting more of her
supple weight across Claudia's hips. As Bea strived to keep
Claudia pinned down, her glutes clenched and flexed from the
effort of holding her younger opponent flat against the mat.
The mat itself was sweat-slippery, which made it more
difficult for Bea to keep Claudia imprisoned beneath her and
it appeared that at any moment Claudia would escape.
However, Claudia was completely pinned and at Bea's mercy.
"Come on, say
'uncle' and I'll let you go," panted Bea. Her voice held a
tone of pleading, because she was very nearly at the end of
her strength. But Claudia fought on, refusing to yield.
Actually, she didn't want to quit because Claudia sensed
that Bea was only seconds away from an exploding orgasm. And
if that happened before Claudia herself had to give, then
she would emerge the winner of this bizarre wrestle-fuck. Or
at least the first fall. There would, of course, be many
more sessions on that sweat-soaked wrestling mat before this
weekend was at an end.
But finally, after
another five minutes of straining erotic combat, Bea felt
the muscular body beneath hers begin to tremble and shudder.
It was like the feint vibrations along steel track as a
freight train approached from an unseen distance, building
in intensity as it came ever closer. Such was the way in
which Claudia's impending orgasm felt to Bea. Then,
suddenly, Claudia arched up strongly beneath Bea, her
magnificent body arched and hard-flexed. Claudia's breath,
like Bea's, was coming in gasps. A soft moan of pleasure
escaped Claudia's lips, and then the moan became a cry as
her orgasm overtook her.
At some point in
the last minute or so, Bea's grapevine had been released in
favour of her legs coiling around Claudia's waist in a
hard-locked scissors. It was a good thing that she was
locked onto the woman beneath her, because as Claudia's
orgasm exploded the young woman's splendidly muscled body
was heaving and bucking like a wild mare trying to toss her
rider. Bea rode her young opponent, clamping her own body
tightly against Claudia's as she wrestled her into surrender
at long last.
This had proven to
be the toughest match that Bea had ever experienced, other
than a couple of brutal contests of strength with a woman
named Ali Day. Those had been wrestles set up by a film
producer, with a sizable purse being offered to the winner.
Thus, the fight had been "rough and tough", with no love
lost between the two women.
between Bea and Claudia was an entirely different match.
This was a test of strength and wrestling ability between
two athletic and well-trained females, with no disruptive
male energy being present to channel their emotions into
some kind of man-pleasing direction. It was just a case of a
"Girls Just Want to Have Fun" meeting. And it was going to
last all weekend. . One wrestle after the other!
But right now, at
the end of their first fall, it was time for Bea to take her
prize. She pulled herself up from the supine body of her
beaten rival until she was kneeling on Claudia's broad
shoulders, a knee on each arm. Claudia looked up, a puzzled
look on her beautiful face. She had already conceded the
fall, so why wasn't Bea letting her up. As if in silent
response to the unasked question, Bea inched forward until
her crotch was even with Claudia's mouth. Her knees clamped
themselves around Claudia's head, holding her in place.
"Do me!" Bea
demanded in a harsh grunt.
Claudia tried to
twist free, but she was held securely in the vice of Bea's
knees. She looked up almost uncomprehendingly, surprised by
the tone in Bea's voice, even more surprised by the sudden
change in Bea's personality. Peering down at her like some
avenging goddess, Bea seemed harder, far less attractive.
"Damn you, I told
you to do me, bitch!" grunted Bea. As she spoke, Bea lifted
her arms and hit a bicep pose that would have bested most
professional women bodybuilders. She looked like an artist's
illustration of an ancient Amazon warrior . . . impossibly
strong, impossibly well muscled, and impossibly dominant.
Claudia's eyes got
big as she watched those arms bulge and ripple. For the
first time in her life she felt completely dominated by
another woman. And it felt strangely exciting! She found
herself moving her mouth onto the silken slit that was Bea's
swollen labia, searching for the engorged clit that she knew
was hiding just within. And then, with increasing
excitement, Claudia "DID" her victorious wrestling opponent.
The two women
slept-in the next morning, recharging their energy after the
titanic battle of the evening before. When they had finally
awakened, done their stretching exercises and their
toiletries, they met outside in the private garden for a cup
of tea. They talked about their previous day's contest,
praising one another for particularly well-applied holds.
All the while, their eyes roamed up and down each other's
robe-clad bodies in appreciation . . . and excitement.
"So are you ready
for today's first test of strength?" murmured Bea to her
hostess, a gleam of anticipation sparkling in her eyes.
"Oh, I can't wait
to get you down on the mat again," laughed Claudia. "It's
going to be my turn to pin your butt!"
The two women
continued their bantering conversation for another few
minutes. It was, for Bea at least, the kind of pre-fight
"trash talk" that she loved to engage in before coming to
grips with an opponent. Nothing ever harsh or un-ladylike,
no profanity or such, just an exchange of softly murmured
comments about what each was going to do to the other once
they got on the mat. It was a kind of foreplay; verbal
foreplay, that revved up their sexual excitement.
pre-fight "trash-talk" at an end, the two women pushed away
from the patio table. They stood and ever so slowly removed
their robes. They were naked beneath the silken robes except
for brief exercise thongs. Then they walked to the big
wrestling mat, limbering their bodies with some stretching
exercises. Then by mutual consent, but without a word being
spoken, the two women stepped onto the mat and began
circling. The second round was about to begin!
"Come on, girlie,
let's see how much strength you've got this morning," Bea
challenged her young weekend hostess."
"More than enough
to wrap you up like a pretzel," replied Claudia with a grin.
"I've got a few holds you haven't seen yet, old girl."
promises." chortled Bea as she flexed her muscular upper
body in anticipation of their coming to grips. She did a
couple of quick deep-knee bends to wake up her sinewy thighs
and prepare them for the effort that she would call upon
them to provide. Bea found herself terribly excited by the
thought of scissoring those legs around the body of her
hostess, of capturing the younger woman within the
inescapable prison of her muscular thighs and solid calves.
"OK, less talk and
more action", taunted Claudia as she beckoned Bea toward her
with outstretched arms. And so they came together with a
soft THUNK of bare female flesh, and wrestled!
The two nearly
naked bodies were clasped tightly together; sleekly sinewy
limbs grappled into entwined knots of sweat-gleaming flesh,
firmly moulded flesh that felt all rubbery as their two
muscular young bodies slid slowly back and forth. Their
straining bodies appeared to be hardly moving, aside from
the ripple and quiver of their aroused musculature. Their
bare arms were tightly locked around one another's necks,
hugging one another with every single ounce of their
strength, their hot breath panting into each other's ear.
The wrestlers, grunting and hissing with effort, lay
face-to-face on the mat; their solid breasts mashed together
nipple-to-nipple, their flat bellies grinding, their
pelvises pumping. Each imprisoned the other's thigh within
the scissored clasp of her powerful legs. They lay there,
squeezing rhythmically as each rode the other's sleekly
Bea always enjoyed
this kind of thigh scissoring, since it meant that her groin
would be pressing against the muscular pillar of her
opponent's long leg. It was almost like lying in bed and
locking a heavy pillow between her legs, and then squeezing
her inner thighs with rhythmic pressure until she had
masturbated herself into release. But in this case, it was
another woman locked between her thighs, and she didn't want
to be the one who would cum first. . She just wanted to
enjoy the erotic sensation of Claudia's heavy muscular thigh
captured between her own legs. Bea felt the firm flesh of
her opponent pressed wetly against her own, felt the ripple
and roll of flexing female muscle moving slowly in a
sensuous dance against the sweat-oiled length of her
squirming body. Their bodies were by now wet and slippery
with perspiration, pungent-smelling sweat that had been
squeezed from their pores in the exertion of their
The early morning
sunlight reflected off their gleaming bodies, highlighting
every cleft and ridge of their superbly sculpted female
muscles. The layer of perspiration coating their flesh
accented the ripple and roll of rounded layers of sinew
across their bare backs and shoulders. Theirs was a smooth,
sculpted muscularity that was quite obviously female . . .
none of the heavy slabs of bunched knots of muscle that male
wrestlers would have displayed. These were women's bodies,
gloriously curvaceous female bodies that had become
exceptionally strong and agile through countless hours of
exercise and wrestling. And at this very moment, the two
women were having the time of their lives testing their
splendid strength in the timeless manner that harkened back
to the fabled Amazons of old. And thus they wrestled.
Claudia clung to
Bea like a leech, seeming to snuggle even closer as they
strained together in silent combat. They heaved and tossed
on the mat, first one on top and then the other. Neither
seemed able to catch the other in any kind of lasting grip .
. . and the film of gleaming sweat that covered their naked
bodies didn't make the effort any easier.
The two females
now lay quietly within one another's imprisoning arms and
legs. For a moment they seemed content to catch their
breath, and try to figure out their next moves in this
sensual and erotic combat they were engaged in on the big
Somehow, Bea had
manoeuvred herself so that she was riding the back of the
other woman, locked full-length along Claudia's body. One of
Bea's arms was locked in place around the young woman's
neck, while her other arm was clasped around Claudia's
front. Her thighs were still scissored around the back of
one of the young woman's legs. This combination of holds
left Bea's groin pressed tightly against the firm-rounded
buttocks of her opponent and her arm locked across the young
woman's thrusting, melon-solid breasts. Her forearm was
pressed tightly across Claudia's nipples, and she could feel
them becoming stiff and aroused to her touch. Ah, Bea
thought to her, the bitch was getting turned-on.
As Claudia fought
to free herself, her glutes flexed powerfully up and down.
The rhythmic movement of the young woman's butt against her
loins brought a quick gasp from Bea's lips. She tightened
her scissors around the young woman's thigh, bringing Bea
even more tightly against that hard-packed butt that she was
jammed against. For several moments, the two of them just
lay there pumping away . . . their eyes shut, mouths open
and panting, sweat coursing down their bare bodies until
they were as wet as if they had been splashed down by a
now locked beneath Bea's squirming body, and began bucking
up and down like a wild mare. Bea lost her balance and slid
down to the mat. With a quick cat-like twist of her supple
body, Claudia was on top of her opponent, pinning Bea in a
full-length body smother.
"So-ooo, you like
to hump, do ya?" the young woman panted down at Bea. "Hey,
I'll show you how that's done," Claudia laughed. "But what
say we get naked?"
By mutual consent,
the two women drew apart just enough to permit them to
wriggle out of their thongs. Now they were naked. The young
woman quickly slid in- between Bea's thighs until her thick
thatch of pubic hair was snarled with Bea's own black brush.
Then Claudia sort of scootched forward until her clit was
pressed against her opponent's. Both women trembled at the
touch of their loins against each other. Now they would get
down to business!
Bea slid her legs
up around the young woman's powerful back, locking her
ankles and pointing her toes to form a scissors hold around
Claudia's upper body. This brought their loins even more
jammed together, and the resulting angle was such that their
clits had even greater purchase. It was as if their
respective clitoris had minds of their own, as if the soft
pink nubbins had decided to have a wrestle of their very
own. Now, for the first time since they locked together that
morning, this had truly become a female fuck-wrestle. And
Claudia seemed to be getting the best of her older opponent
at this point. She held Bea in a combination body-smother
and front bearhug, holds that pressed Bea down into the
yielding surface of the mat.
Had there been a
referee present, he (or she) would have pounded the mat
three times to signal a pin. But these two were not after
merely a pin. The two muscle-maidens were wrestling for a
greater prize than that . . . they were each determined to
bring the other to a panting, hissing, moaning orgasm.
Claudia was trying desperately to wrestle her weekend guest
into sexual submission, not a merely some variation of a
Claudia kept the
pressure on, despite Bea's heaving and bucking movement.
Claudia reached down and grabbed Bea's wrists, pinning them
to the mat. She grinned down at her guest.
"Well, looks like
I've got you right where I want you", Claudia chuckled. As
she spoke, the younger woman leaned forward until her chest
was mashed down upon Bea's jutting breasts, helping to keep
Bea pinned to the mat with her upper body weight. The effort
made Claudia's firmly packed buttocks begin to writhe and
ripple with hard-packed muscularity; the glutes slowly
flexing up and down, the back of her thighs bunch, her
calves harden and bulge. And her muscular calves weren't the
only thing that hardened . . . so did Claudia's nipples! She
liked the feeling of her own bare breasts sliding back and
forth across Bea's, and continued to lean forward atop her
As if in answer,
Bea wrenched her scissor-lock even more tightly around
Claudia's trim waist, causing the young woman to emit a
sharp gasp of pain. Claudia let go of Bea's wrists for a
brief second, but that was enough time for Bea. She quickly
bent at the waist, as if doing an abdominal crunch, and
flung both arms around Claudia's neck. This brought the
young woman's face into the deep crevasse between Bea's bare
breasts, imprisoning her within the sweat-slippery slopes of
woman flesh. Claudia could still breathe, but just barely.
She knew that Bea could bring her to eventual
unconsciousness, if Claudia didn't gain release quickly.
wrenched her head sideways, her mouth felt an aroused and
jutting nipple in her path. Without a moment's hesitation,
Claudia sucked the thick nipple into her mouth and began
working on it with her tongue. She was rewarded with a quick
cry from her opponent and a slight release of pressure of
Bea's arms from around her head. That was all she needed . .
. or so she thought. However, the erotic sensation of
Claudia's tongue jousting with her engorged nipple seemed to
energize Bea into frenzied activity. She pivoted around
beneath Claudia's weight, until her head was positioned
below Claudia own melon-solid breasts. And then she, too,
sucked a nipple into her own mouth. Now both women were
stretched out, one against the other, their faces pressed
tightly to one another's breasts, their tongues wrestling
with the jutting distended nipples captured within the firm
grip of their lips.
Bea could feel a
tingling "itch" in her vagina, the first indication that the
beginning of an orgasm was slowly building within her. For a
brief moment she let herself enjoy the feeling, allowing the
pulsing movement deep within her to gain strength. It felt
so damned good. It was so easy to just let Claudia's
educated tongue wrestle her into panting submission. But
then, suddenly, Bea realized that her daydreaming fantasies
were about to lose her the fall. She pulled away abruptly,
freeing herself from Claudia's encircled arms and rolling
across the mat. Bea crawled to her feet, as did her
opponent. Claudia stood there looking at her, a big smile
tugging at her lush lips.
"Had you going
there, didn't I," Claudia chuckled. And with that, Claudia
dove at Bea. She caught Bea in a short-spaced tackle that
took them both back down to the mat in a tangle of arms and
legs. For several seconds they grappled neither one
seemingly able to secure a lasting hold or grip. Then
Claudia put an arm-bar on Bea, at the same time scissoring
her thighs around Bea's midsection. The dual holds
completely immobilized Bea, and she knew that she was in
danger of losing the fall unless she could somehow free
Bea flopped back
and forth on the mat, but Claudia maintained her torturous
holds. If she could just keep the pressure on, Claudia knew
that she could make Bea submit. And that thought brought a
smile to her lips.
It actually took
almost another ten minutes before Bea gurgled out her
surrender, and the two women rolled apart. It was now a fall
a piece. Claudia was excited by her victory over the older
woman, and she was ready to go right into the next fall.
Bea, however, wanted to rest a bit before the next session.
Claudia glowered and sulked.
"Don't be in such
a snit, my dear girl" laughed Bea. We have all of today and
tomorrow to wrestle. But there's no use in exhausting
ourselves, is there dearie? Let's have a quick bite of
breakfast, a little shower, and then it's back to work, OK?"
"Yes, of course
you're right," murmured Claudia with a sheepish look. "It's
just that I have never had anyone as good as you to workout
with, and I want to take full advantage of the opportunity."
certainly get your fill before I'm done with you," replied
Bea with a lopsided grin. She reached over and ruffled
Claudia's short hair playfully.
The two women
walked out of the private garden and into the house, heading
for their respective bedrooms to grab a quick shower. A few
moments later, Bea was standing under the stinging needle
spray of water, rubbing her still-hot body with soap. As her
hands moved across her taut flesh, kneading and massaging
the sore muscles, they paused for a moment at her breasts.
Her fingers reached for her nipples, carefully pinching them
between her fingers. Then her hands slipped down to cup the
breasts, holding the satiny globes as if testing their
weight. Although she was nearly fifty, Bea's medium- sized
solid breasts didn't sag a fraction of an inch. The
well-defined pecs held them as firmly aloft as a teenager's.
They were set in perfect balance on her wide, powerful chest
just above her well-defined ribcage.
Bea's hands slid
downward until her fingers found the surface of her
flat-as-a- board belly. With a soft grunt of pride, Bea
examined the six-pack sculpture of her well developed
abdominals. It was still a woman's stomach, but it was as
sinew-packed as any man's could be. There was where she kept
her "Ki", as the Asians called it. And Bea was also quite
vain about having such a hard set of abs at her age. Then,
with a dreamy disregard for time, Bea slid one hand downward
toward her crotch. A second later she had inserted a finger
within the already moist cavern guarded by the labial lips.
She began pleasuring herself, one set of fingers tweaking
her nipples, while the other set of fingers slid in and out
of her hot cunt. Suddenly and without warning, a soft voice
spoke behind her.
"Let me do that
for you," whispered Claudia as she pulled Bea into a
passionate embrace. "After all, you're my weekend guest and
I want to be a proper hostess."
Bea laughed and
snuggled her wet body against Claudia. She didn't feel in
the least embarrassed at being discovered masturbating
herself. Wrestling with a strong female was always sexually
stimulating to Bea, and pleasuring herself was a natural
outcome after such a hard-fought bout . . . if she didn't
TAKE her pleasure from a defeated opponent. But this time
she had been the one who had surrendered, and could not
demand her victory award.
A half hour later,
the two now completely exhausted and sexually spent females
lay curled together in Bea's bed, still wet from the shower
and their recent efforts, softly snoring as the two
magnificently muscled athletes cuddled together for a much
needed nap. There would be plenty of time for more wrestling
. . . all the rest of that day, that evening, and all day
Sunday to get their fill of erotic female combat. But for
now they would rest . . . and so will we (if you can wait
It was almost 3:00PM before the two women awoke, still
clasped in each other's sleek-sinewy arms. The sudden memory
of their previous "work-out" made both of them smile
contentedly, and they slid closer together within the
interlocked tangle of arms and thighs. The heat of the
afternoon had left an imprint of perspiration upon the bare
flesh of the two women. As they slowly stretched their
bodies and snuggled ever closer to the soft/firm body of the
other, the gleaming coat of sweat gave an erotic sculptured
definition to their lazily flexing muscles.
"So-oooo, do 'ya
want to move outside and onto the wrestling mat, Dearie?"
murmured Beatrice into the ear of the girl beneath her.
As an answer,
Claudia bridged up strongly beneath Bea's sinewy weight. She
wrapped her legs around Bea, scissoring the woman's muscular
waist within the steely grip of her thighs, just as she
wrenched her own body to one side. The momentum sent the two
naked female athletes in a short roll, a rolling movement
that left Claudia on top.
"Uh-uh, I don't
think we should go anywhere, Old Girl", Claudia smiled down
at Bea. "I think that we should do the next fall right here
on the bed!"
doesn't that sound exciting," murmured Bea in reply. "But
let's make this match a sex-wrestle, with the loser having
to "take care" of the winner. How does THAT sound to you?"
waiting for a response, Bea flung her arms around Claudia's
back in a bearhug. The two women were instantly engaged in
all-out erotic combat. But this time, by unspoken mutual
consent, they were not wrestling for a submission pin. This
bed-top match would be an all-out contest of strength,
wrestling skill, and sexual endurance. This fall would be
decided by which of the two naked, sleek--muscled Amazons
could bring the other to an orgasm first!
While they both
had been looking forward to such an ultimate contest between
two such strong and magnificently muscled women, each had
her own unique approach . . . her own reason for wanting to
engage in a sex-wrestle on that Queen-sized mattress in
herself, it was to satisfy a long-held fantasy of forcing
Bea, her idol and role model, to submit both physically and
sexually to Claudia's youthful strength. It was that fantasy
that had long served Claudia as the motivation to train her
body to its now superb state of conditioning. It was also
the reason that she'd taken to the sport of wrestling as she
had, a form of exercise that Claudia would not normally have
chosen otherwise. Granted, once the young woman had begun
working out with some of the better wrestlers at the local
women-only gym she frequented, she had loved the sensuous
intimacy of one well-muscled female body grappled against
another. Before long, she was looking forward to the totally
unique sensation of being brought to a mutual orgasm by her
Amazon mat-mate. But surprisingly enough, Claudia didn't
think of herself as being a Lesbian. She quickly discovered
that she could achieve the same orgasmic intensity with the
men in her life, just so long as their "lovemaking" was
conducted with the same vigour and wild abandon that she
experienced during an actual wrestling match with another
woman. In her mind, Claudia never equated sex with gender.
Rather, she thought of sex within the context of
To say that this
severely limited the number of boyfriends she had would be
the understatement of the year. Claudia smiled to herself as
she remembered one young man with whom she had a very short
affair. Until the night they actually went to bed together,
it had seemed like a perfect match up. He was as tall and
fit as her, and they shared many of the same tastes in
common. However, on the fateful night that the young man
finally made his move to "bed her", Claudia realized that he
was not THE one after all.
It had started out
as most such youthful first-encounters did; lots of
clutching and grabbing and grappling as they frantically
kissed one another within the confines of the front seat of
his car. Gradually their exertions became hampered by the
narrow seat and protruding steering wheel, and they called a
momentary halt to their "making out". Shakily, the two over-amped
would be lovers climbed out of the car and moved toward a
small grove of trees. Claudia's boyfriend had grabbed a
blanket from out of the trunk, which he quickly spread out
on the soft grassy clearing within the hidden grove of
trees. It was the perfect spot, and a perfect warm summer
evening. Encouraged by their apparent privacy, they both
began undressing one another . . . slowly, and with
considerable excitement. In less time than it takes to
describe the act, they had striped down to his briefs and
her panties. She didn't wear a bra . . . didn't need a bra.
Her perfect breasts thrust out strongly and firmly, and his
hands went immediately to cup their solidity, his thumbs
slowly massaging the pink nipples that began to grow hard
beneath his touch. But to his complete amazement, Claudia
had stepped back, flung one splendidly muscled arm around
his neck, and pulled him down to the blanket in a headlock.
Once down on the ground, she was all over him. In a second
he was captured within the vice of her considerable
strength, scissored by her long legs and throttled by her
muscular arms. Claudia had of course expected him to resist,
and such resistance would have led to a marvellous wrestle
which Claudia would prolong until the close-locked grappling
had brought them both to the necessary point of sexual
excitement that would insure a well-timed mutual orgasm.
That had been her intention, but it was far from the reality
of what happened.
Let's just say
that the young man was both startled and frightened by this
sudden change by Claudia, a change from softly feminine
compliancy to that of Amazonian aggressiveness. Any sexual
excitement that he had felt up to the moment Claudia had
caught him in that initial headlock was quickly drained
away. Most of all, his male sense of "machismo" was severely
compromised by the sheer physical strength that he was
experiencing from this woman who held him captive within her
steely arms and legs. Rather than his being thrilled by the
intensity of her ardour, he was repelled by his loss of
control. To him, he was simply being "raped" by this
incredibly strong young Amazon.
Claudia, on the
other hand, was luxuriating in the sensual inter-play of
their half naked bodies as they wrestled and rolled atop the
blanket. He was strong, and was giving her a good battle (or
so she thought) as they tossed and turned with first one on
top and then the other. Claudia didn't realize that his
hard-fought efforts were born of sheer terror instead of
desire, and the more he fought to free himself the more
Claudia got turned-on. But finally the young man was able to
struggle free, and immediately ran back to the parked car .
. . still clad in nothing more than his jockey shorts. Once
inside, he locked the door and quickly rolled up the
windows. There's no doubt that he would have driven off,
leaving his completely shocked girlfriend there, but for the
fact that his car keys were still in his pant's pocket.
Claudia smiled to
herself in memory of that ludicrous set of events. But then
she was instantly brought back from her daydreaming by Bea's
scissoring thighs. Once again Claudia had let herself drift
off into a lack of concentration, and it had almost cost her
the match. The young athlete quickly brought her attention
back to the action at hand, and realized that she was not in
a good position. So she brought her fine young strength to
bear, wrestling frantically to regain the dominance in this
match that she had once enjoyed.
The silence in the
bedroom was broken only by the sound of their panting
breath, low moans of pain, and muffled grunts of effort as
they struggled furiously atop the Queen-sized mattress that
served the two women as a wrestling mat. It was hot in that
bedroom, the kind of heat they left them both slathered in
sweat and puffing for breath.
As always, Bea
delighted in the feel of another woman's superbly muscled
body sliding slickly against her own. Hm-mmmmm, as a matter
of fact, Bea loved the feel of either female or male bodies
straining against her own . . . she just wasn't all that
particular. And if the truth were told, Bea didn't even care
which gender got her "off" at the end of a sweat-slippery
wrestling match. A couple of months earlier, a fan in Hawaii
had invited her over to Maui for the same kind of a long
weekend of wrestling, and it turned out to be one of the
nicest vacations (and fee-for-service) that Bea had ever
experienced. An older man who had kept himself exceptionally
fit, their non-stop bouts over that three day weekend had
left Bea both sexually satisfied and well-paid. Ah-hhh, but
THAT is another story!
So lost in her
"strain down memory lane" was Bea that she allowed Claudia
to catch her in what could be a deciding hold. Bea quickly
snapped her attention back to this match, and did a quick
mental check of her present situation. It wasn't good.
stretched out atop Bea, her legs grapevined with Bea's,
grasping Bea's wrists and pressing them down to the
tangle-sheeted surface of the bed. With Bea's arms spead-eagled
and pinned, and with both legs immobilized by Claudia's
grapevine, there was little that the older woman could do
but strain and squirm beneath her opponent. Longer waisted
than Bea, Claudia's melon-solid breasts hovered inches above
Bea's upturned face. Bea looked up saw that Claudia's
nipples were already swollen and hard, a sure sign that the
younger woman was getting turned-on by their wrestling. Then
she suddenly realized that her own breasts had become
aroused by the friction of their chests rubbing back and
forth as they wrestled. Two sets of thrusting tits squashed
together and did battle. Their was surprisingly little give
in those firm globes of woman-flesh, neither seemed to mash
the other's breasts. But there was really no doubt about
which woman's tits were the largest, as Claudia was proving
as she captured Bea's upturned face within her own deep-valleyed
"UM-MMMMM . . .
MURFFFFFFF . . . URRRRGGGG" sobbed Bea, as she tried
desperately to free her head from that prison of firm flesh.
She could still breathe, but barely at this point. It was as
if Claudia didn't want to actually smother her into
submission, but to break down her strength. Bea did the only
thing that she could, which was to reach up and suck one of
those swollen nippled into her mouth and clamp down lightly
with her teeth. It had the desired effect.
sneaky bitch," cried out Claudia as she lifted away from
Bea's face. But Bea's head came right up with those luscious
tits, her teeth still clamped onto Claudia's engorged
nipple. Not wanting to do lasting damage to the nipple she
had captured between her teeth, Bea had applied just enough
pressure to maintain her grip but not enough to actually
bite into the nipple. Bea did, however, nibble away at the
thick brown nubbin of flesh imprisoned in her mouth, coiling
her tongue around the nipple to lave it with saliva. She
could feel from the sudden change in tempo of Claudia's
straining body that the young woman was beginning to become
loins were clamped together, their hips moving up and down
and back and forth in a slow squeezing rhythm. Their sinuous
movement was a kind of parody of two lovers humping one
another, but in a much different position that had it been a
man and a woman. They had turned their sweat-slick bodies
until they were able to fit together within the double V's
of their thighs, their legs scissored together in such a way
that their labial lips were glued tightly into place. As
they continued to strain, both women began to feel their
respective clits swelling. The fact that each of these two
magnificently muscled wrestlers possessed larger-than-normal
clitorises made their tight-locked tussle that much more
By now they were
riding one another like a pair of strong-thighed cowgirls
clinging to the hot, heaving flanks of a wild mare. Up and
down they pumped, back and forth they thrust. Harder and
harder they squeezed, until they were both almost screaming
from the tension of vagina against vagina erotic combat.
"Oh-hhhh. ... yes,
you sweet bitch", panted Claudia. "I got 'ya now. Are 'ya
going to give, or will I have to squeeze you unconscious?"
haven't got me yet, dearie." groaned Bea. She'd had to
release her grip around Claudia's nipple to reply, but her
teeth had begun to lose their grip anyway. The sweatiness of
their naked flesh made almost ANY kind of grip problematic,
but the erotic feel of wet flesh straining against wet flesh
made up for the disadvantage.
"It seems that you
forget that I can squeeze you just as hard as you can me, so
it appears that we're at stalemate," laughed Bea. "Shall we
"No way!" replied
Claudia, gritting her teeth in frustration. She realized
that if she were smart she would accept Bea's offer to call
that fall a draw, but she thought that she actually had Bea
close to climaxing. She had only seconds earlier felt a
delicious tremor in Bea's groin, heard the woman's breath
hissing between her tightly clenched teeth, saw the cords of
sinewy dancing along Bea's strongly columnar neck. But most
of all, Claudia had felt the hot trembling of Bea's thickly
fleshed clit against her own. No-oooo, if only she could
hold on for another few moments Claudia knew that the older
wrestler would begin to heave and plunge in the wild abandon
of an explosive orgasm. And Claudia would be the winner!
So the two naked
Amazons continued their contest of strength atop the Queen-
sized bed. Several times they had tumbled off the mattress
and onto the floor. But each time they would fling
themselves back onto the soft bed as soon as possible.
Neither of them had ever wrestled this hard and this long
with another woman while in bed . . . and it was exciting
beyond belief to be doing so now. This was indeed the
ultimate challenge between two such magnificently muscled
women: being on a tangle- sheeted bed that was sopping wet
from their sweat as they attempted to squeeze one another
into a shuddering climax.
When the end-point
finally arrived, both women cried out at the same instant .
. . for both had reached their shuddering orgasms at the
same time. After all of their effort, all of their strength
had been utilized; they had "cum" to a draw. And while each
had hoped to emerge from this erotic combat the clear
winner; neither was particularly unhappy at the final
"out-cum". There would obviously be many more chances to
match their Amazonian strength before their weekend would be
The next morning, when Bea opened her eyes, she was startled
to discover that the sun outside her window had already
crept high into the sky. She had overslept! Bea groaned and
tried to sit up, and then gave a quick hiss of pain. It
seemed as if she'd been run over by a steam-roller, and
every single muscle ached. Then her lips curved into a slow
smile, as Bea remembered just exactly why she was so stiff
Suddenly, the door
to the guest bedroom swung open, and Claudia stood in the
doorway bearing a breakfast tray. With a big grin on her
lips, Claudia moved toward the bed, set the tray on Bea's
lap, and plopped herself on the edge of the bed.
"Gawd, woman, I
thought you were going to sleep away the whole day", laughed
Claudia. "Anyway, here's some coffee to get you started, and
a big sticky sweet roll to lock your lips around."
Bea looked at her
weekend hostess with twinkling eyes, noticing that the young
woman was already dressed for "action" in a brief black
thong and a cut-off t-shirt that tented out across her
"Hm-mmm, I see
something I'd rather lock my lips around", murmured Bea as
her eyes slid across the majestic slopes of Claudia's superb
breasts with their hard, already erect nipples pushing
against the cotton fabric.
"Now, none of
that," Claudia said in a tone of mock severity. Then, as
suddenly as a cloud scurrying across the face of a full
moon, a look of concern flitted over Claudia features.
"You know, Bea, I
don't want you to get the wrong idea about me", Claudia said
almost in a whisper. "What we have been doing the last
couple of days has truly wonderful, especially the sex-
wrestling. And I must admit that I've never been so
turned-on by a woman in my whole life. But I want you to
know that I'm not really a lesbian."
As Bea looked up
into Claudia's eyes, she suddenly realized that the young
woman was close to tears. With a quick movement, Bea set the
tray aside and reached up to hug Claudia to her . . . this
time quite gently.
"Oh, dear girl,"
Bea said with great tenderness,” I didn't for a minute think
that you were anything of the sort. Hey, we're just two big,
healthy women with equally hearty sexual appetites. Sure
nothing at all wrong with that, is there? And there's sure
no reason to put a label on it."
"No, you're right,
it's just that the very first time we wrestled I found
myself getting all horny," exclaimed Claudia. "It's always
been that way with me, ever since I was a teenager. Whenever
I get locked up in a hard-fought wrestling match my body
seems to respond almost as if by its own volition. I just
get really turned-on. It's like something hormonal,
something I can't really control. In fact, I don't even try
to keep those urges suppressed anymore, although I've got to
admit that this weekend of wrestling with you have about
done me in. That's why last night's sex-wrestle was so
enjoyable for me. I've got to admit it; I really love
getting-off while in a hot, sweaty, hard-straining tussle
with a strong woman like you. It's just the best possible
kind of sex for me, much better than getting fucked by some
fumbling, pawing idiot of a guy. Do you understand?"
Bea gently pulled the young woman down beside her on the
bed. "Yes, I know," she said. "It's the same thing with me.
It's one of the reasons I love to wrestle, whether it's with
a man or a woman. Straining together in tight-locked effort,
muscle-to-muscle, flesh-against-flesh is the most erotic
thing that I can think of. But tell me, dear girl, when did
you first realize that wrestling was something that sexually
excited you?" Claudia stared up toward the ceiling for a
moment, thinking about Bea's question.
"It was probably
something that happened when I was about fifteen", she
murmured, as if lost in thought. "My best girl friend was
staying the night, sort of a slumber party of just the two
of us. We were joking around, and she began tickling me.
Well, in another couple of seconds the two of us were sort
of 'wrestling' there on the bed.
Aggie, my friend,
was the best athlete in school, and strong as a young ox,
but I wasn't any slouch myself in the strength department.
I'd just spent a couple of summers working on my uncle's
farm doing a lot of hard physical work, and had grown some
impressive muscles in my upper body. So I was a good match
for my girl friend Aggie. Anyway, we really went at it, and
we must have wrestled for almost twenty minutes before she
was able to pin me down. Even then, I was able to get my
legs around one of her thighs in a scissors, and so we just
lay there straining together with neither one of us seeming
to be able to make the other give. But while I was squeezing
on her leg with mine, I began getting these shivery,
tingling sensations in my crotch.
"By that time we
were both all sweaty, and somewhere along the way we'd both
shucked out of our nightgowns, and were now wrestling naked.
Our bodies were slipping and sliding together, and my
scissors hold had left us glued together at our loins. The
more we strained, the more we rubbed our bodies together,
and the more turned-on I got. I suddenly realized that we
were both getting really wet down at our crotches, and it
was not just because of the sweat. The feel of her muscular
thigh between mine was reminding me of the way my favorite
bed pillow felt locked between my legs when I slept.
"Since I was a
little kid, I've always slept with a big, thick
five-foot-long pillow. And somewhere along the line I
discovered that if I gripped the pillow between my legs,
squeezed it with my thighs and humped against it, I would
eventually masturbate myself to climax. So anyway, that's
what Aggie's thigh felt like between my scissored legs. But
in this case it was me wrestling with another girl, not some
bed pillow. We continued straining together like that for
another ten minutes, and I was getting more excited with
every passing moment. The next thing I knew, I was
experiencing the most powerful orgasm I'd ever known. It
wasn't just me, either. Both of us were cumming at the same
time, and had my folks been home that night they would have
thought we were being attacked by some madman from all the
screaming that the two of us were doing.
"Needless to say,
my girlfriend and I were both so embarrassed we almost died.
We never talked about that night, and a couple of months
later Aggie moved out of town with her folks, and I never
saw her again. But I often found myself thinking about our
slumber party session, and wishing that Aggie was still
around so that we could wrestle again.
"Then, later on, I
began working out at a gym that was restricted to women only
and started wrestling with other women as often as I could.
But I never found anyone with whom I could get as
fantastically turned-on as I had with my slumber party girl
friend . . . until now," she finished with a shy smile at
Bea. "I guess that was my first experience," murmured
Bea lay there with
a bemused expression. As Claudia had been sharing her
intimate story, Bea's mind had been wandering back to when
she herself was a young girl of fourteen. But in her own
case, unlike Claudia's first female vs. female match, Bea
had engaged in her first erotically charged wrestle with a
young boy of her own age.
The lad was a
next-door neighbor who was all-too-rapidly emerging from
puberty and entering a difficult adolescence. Flooded with
testosterone, and experiencing strange sexual urges for the
first time, the young boy found himself both attracted and
repelled by Bea. And as often happens in these cases, the
boy fought against his attraction to her with sarcasm and
constantly picking on Bea. Finally, one day the young girl
had decided that she'd suffered enough at the boy's hands
and stood her ground for once.
athletic, and blessed with excellent genetics, Bea was both
taller and stronger than her young neighbor. But Bea had
been raised by her parents to believe that "nice girls don't
rough-house with boys!" So until that fateful day, Bea had
never actually tested her strength against a boy. As she was
soon to discover, Bea was a born-natural when it came to
When Bea and the
boy finally tangled in a tree-shrouded vacant lot behind
their two houses, the girl found that her arms and legs
seemed to know just what to do; where to grasp, where to
grip, which hold to apply. She was all over the young lad
before he even knew what hit him, wrapping him within the
strong grip of her well-muscled arms and long bare legs. She
had laid upon him, her legs grapevining his, arms wrapped
securely in place around his throat in a neck lock. Beneath
her, the boy strained and heaved, trying with all his young
strength to dislodge Bea from her dominant position atop his
body. But the girl rode him like he was a bucking stallion.
Her loins were thrust against his, and as they continued to
wrestle Bea felt a funny kind of stirring and movement
against her loins. It felt to Bea almost as if a
thick-bodied snake was crawling between her hard-locked
legs. And it felt awfully good!
that if she moved her legs from around the boy's thigh. And
inched them up his body until they were scissored across his
straining buttocks, pulling his body even more tightly
against hers, that the strangely erotic sensation she was
experiencing as she rode that lump at the boy's crotch
became even more intense. It was at that point that Bea felt
the first electric stirrings of an orgasm travelling through
her body. And the tighter she strained against the boy, the
faster the waves of pleasure coursed through her until she
was at last screaming out in both exultation and release.
And so caught up was Bea in her own climax that she didn't
even notice the shudders and groans that came from the boy
pinned beneath her trembling body. She didn't know that he,
too, was experiencing the most intense sexual release of his
young life! And, most important to Bea, it was a sexual
release accomplished without penetration. She realized for
the first time that she could 'get-off' with a guy without
his male penis penetrating her. The fact that this was
nothing more than mutual masturbation didn't seem to bother
Bea at all. Her mother had always warned her about 'making
out' with boys, and the danger of getting pregnant. So, hey,
this 'wrassling' with a boy was the ultimate in safe sex!
In the hot summer
days that followed their first "strength-testing" session,
the two youngsters continued to meet in the vacant lot to
explore their emerging sexuality (although neither of them
would have thought about it in those terms.) All they knew
was that it felt wonderful to lock their young bodies
together and strain in those sweat-slick wrestling holds.
But it became quickly evident to Bea that she couldn't get
the kind of all-out challenge to her strength from the boy
that she seemed to need. So she went looking for others with
whom to test herself. And that exploration led her to
Melvine, a slightly older girl at her school.
Melvine was a
tall, strikingly beautiful girl . . . easily the best
athlete in their school, boy or girl. Even at fifteen,
Melvine was already possessed of a superbly sculpted body
that seemed to ripple with strength. The girl came from a
racially mixed marriage; her father a tall handsome black
man, her mother a beautiful Scandinavian whom he had met
when he was stationed in her country while in the Army.
Melvine had inherited her father's rangy body and pronounced
muscle structure, while at the same time she was gifted with
her mother's beauty. The genetic combination made her almost
fatally attractive to every boy in school. But Melvine
didn't really like boys, as any of them stupid enough to try
to "cop a feel" quickly discovered.
One of the tough
young football stars on their high school team had made the
mistake of trying to grab at one of Melvine's already
jutting solid breasts. And when Bea happened upon the scene,
Melvine had just wrestled the bigger athlete beneath her and
was pummelling him with fists, elbows and knees. Bea found
herself quite strangely affected by what she was seeing. Her
eyes caught the flex and ripple of solid female muscle along
Melvine's strong young arms, and she saw the corded strength
of her long bare thighs where the girls' skirt had risen up
around her hips. Bea watched as Melvine's strength
completely overpowered the surprised young man, and squeezed
him into gasping submission. And Bea was suddenly more
sexually aroused than she had ever experienced in her young
Within a couple of
weeks, Bea had become friends with the older girl. They
found that they both enjoyed working out in the gym late in
the evening, when the male jocks had already left for the
day. At first the two girls merely eyed one another as they
hoisted their weights and lifted their dumbbells. Then they
began spotting for one another. That quickly led to some
good-humoured competition to see which of them could lift
the heaviest weight. Surprisingly, particularly to Melvine,
they were almost an equal match in strength. So one evening,
almost in jest, Melvine had proposed that the two of them
test their strength in another way. Melvine challenged the
younger and slightly smaller girl to a wrestling match.
didn't know was that Bea had become devastatingly effective
as a wrestler from all of her vacant lot sessions with that
neighbor boy. And so instead of the quick victory that
Melvine anticipated, it turned out to be a thirty minute
battle that the older girl almost lost. But while in the end
Bea was forced to cry "uncle", she emerged the winner in
their confrontation in a far different way. Bea discovered
during their straining, panting match that she could get
just as "turned-on" wrestling a woman as she could a man.
And in the subsequent late-evening wrestling matches that
the two of them engaged in at the deserted gym, it became
obvious that Melvine was also getting sexually aroused.
Soon, the two young girls were bringing one another to
orgasm during every one of their hard-fought wrestles in
that deserted women's gym.
Bea lay there beside Claudia, still lost in the memory of
her first erotically- charged encounters with Melvine . . .
and the countless other female bodybuilders and strength
athletes that followed. As she replayed the old memory tapes
in her mind, Bea almost chuckled at the thought that she as
now considered to be one of the best amateur female
wrestlers in the world, and had travelled all over to meet
challengers like Claudia; strong, well-muscled women who
thought they might beat the Champ in 'mano a mano' female
combat. And this splendidly muscled young woman, who had
invited Bea for a weekend of exciting wrestling, was about
the best she'd ever met. In fact, last night's session had
been THE most sexually stimulating that Bea had ever known.
Like Claudia, she
didn't think of herself as being a "lesbo". Bea had long ago
discovered that she was completely bisexual. But if the
truth were known, a good straining wrestling match with
another well-muscled female could get her even more aroused
than if she were testing her strength against a man. It was
just that the two events were . . . well, different! Bea
suddenly realized that she had been relating the story out
loud, and looked up quickly to find that Claudia was looking
down at her with moist eyes.
"Oh, Bea," Claudia
almost sobbed out, "You'll never know how relieved I am to
hear that we are so much alike. I was beginning to feel that
you were thinking of me as some weird kind of sexual
Bea gave a laugh,
and rolled over atop her weekend hostess, pinning her to the
mattress. Quickly, the two women stripped out of what little
clothing they were still wearing and began a furious
nude-bodied wrestle upon the King-sized bed.
"Well, my dear,
lets us two 'perverts' see who can make the other cum
first," laughed Bea. "We've only got today left before I
have to leave for home, so let's not waste a minute of that
And so the two
women began the last phase of their weekend of challenge.
Both knew that there would be one last battle; one that
would decide which of them would be the final victor in this
contest of strength and wrestling skill. But that match-up
would come later that day, and for now they would just enjoy
one another's strong female bodies in a few preliminary
skirmishes. This was truly the ultimate in erotic combat
between two such magnificent Amazons of the mat.