Aunt Carmela
By Bettino  
Female strength, sex and domination in the Italy of the 60ies. 


By Bettino  
e-mail: wrestlingloverit@yahoo.com

In the late sixties I was a skinny teen-ager who loved the Beatles, Santana and the muscular women. 
The first  two interests were easy to satisfy, the last was almost an impossible dream. Female 
bodybuilding was still an undercover fantasy, the women wrestling was a fake show of non-athletic 
and unskilled gals.
Nevertheless, there was quite a few strong and competitive women, who used to hide their 
inclination. One of this was my aunt Carmela. She was only 14 years older than me, in her late 
20ies, and was practising judo, where she reached the black belt. I was her favourite nephew and, 
because I was still considered as "a child" I share the room with her when we went for the holiday 
in a sea-side resort.  She used to walk naked in the room, because she was a naturist, and displayed 
a stokily built and rocky body.  Not very tall- she was 1.60 cm. –, she weighted 60 kg of solid 
muscle, and her tits were as hard as a stone. Her face, with a little nose and a squared chin, was 
feminine, but a little intimidating. Often, when she was naked in the room, I had big erections and, 
lying in my bed under the blanked, I masturbated myself. 
One day we were both at the see-side. A loud-speaker carried on a van passed along the ways 
shouting: "This night at the "Black Rose" pub,  at 21 p.m., directly from U.S.A., will be held a 
Arm-Wrestling Championship for amateur. Everybody is kindly recommended to be present and to 
take part".
"We have to go" said aunt Carmela.
"To watch?" I replied.
"No, to compete" she answered firmly.
I didn't dare to object and, at 21 p.m., we entered in the "Black Rose", a shabby pub which had seen 
better days. The pub wasn't very crowded: only 25 people were there. 
My aunt go to the table were sat the jury and said: "We want to compete."
"The boy?" answered the man in charge.
"No both."
"We don't have a female category." 
"It doesn't matter, I can compete with the men." aswered aunt Carmela.
"A woman with the men? Is forbidden."
"You are wrong. I read the regulation and it isn't forbidden, and therefore is allowed."
The man go out of the room with the other members of the jury, then entered again and said: "OK 
you can. But you have to sign a declaration of disclaim."
"OK" she had won the first battle.
After a while, the contestants were called for the weight. The category were: - 60 kg, - 70 kg, -80
 kg and + 80 kg.
I was 58 kg and I was sent in the – 60 class. After  all the other contestants, aunt Carmela was called 
for the weight. All the people in the room watched that woman who dared to compete with men 
scandalized and surprised. She weighted 60.3 kg and she was placed in the –70 kg class. 
"It's impossible" she complained. "weight me without shoes".
She was 59.7 and was put in the same class as me.
The contestant in our class were only 5. I want directly to the semi-final, Carmela has to pass a 
eliminatory match with another teen–ager, a boy with broad shoulder who was a swimmer – as he 
had told me – and was accompanied by father and mammy. 
"Beat her" his father encouraged the boy. "She's only a woman."
They sat at the table, surrounded by the curiosity of all the spectators, who never had seen before a 
male-female match. The referee said "Start" and they began to press. The boy was pushing as hard 
as he could, my aunt resisted without effort, and she was looking angrily at his father. Then she 
began to press, and the arm of the boy began to give way until his hand hit the table. All the 
onlooker stared surprised. The referee proclaimed: "Winner of the match is… Carmela! I'm sorry 
for you, boy." He and his family left immediately the pub.
After half an hour, when the preliminary matches of the other category were concluded, I was called 
for my semi-final. My opponent was a man in his late thirties, with black hairs,  side- boards and 
moustace, very short – no more than 1.52 cm., but extremely muscular. He was a bodybuilder and 
we knew him, because he was the barber with the shop close to our hotel. He stared all the girl who 
passed in front of his shop , and my aunt used to say me that he looked like a maniac.  
"C'mon boy" he said to me "Now is your turn, after I'll beat your aunt, if she arrives at the final."
He had an easy victory against me. "I didn't press too much" he explained "I didn't want to hurt 
you, because I see you every day with your family."
Carmela had to fight against a  tall and very thin Englishman, who displayed a great stamina. My 
aunt was nevertheless the stronger, and all the present watched mesmerized her bulging biceps, 
because at the time women didn't use to practice sports involving strength. After two minutes of 
straggling, she was finally able to pin his arm. All the onlookers remained mute for the surprise. 
The loser  was a real gentleman and he congratulated his winner with a kiss on the cheek. 
The barber too approached at aunt Carmela, not to congratulate her, but for whispering: "You'd 
better to go back to your hotel, I could brake your arm."
My aunt simply laughed to his face: "You have to grow up, little man, you are only able to beat 
boys…but you can nothing against a real woman!" 
I feel embarrassed: I loved my aunt, but I didn't like that she proved to be stronger to me. At the 
same time, I felt excited and had an erection.
When all the other matches were finished, the jury called the finalist of the –60 kg class. They sat at 
the table and started their battle.
The barber had short, but very muscular arms, developed in years of bodybuilding. Carmela's arms 
were longer, less thick but more solid. The man tried to take Carmela by surprise, attacking wildly 
and suddenly, but he gained only a little advantage. Carmela grimaced and, pushing hard, regained 
the even position, and slowly achieved a little advantage. The man looked bewildered , gave all 
what he had and reversed the situation pushing back the woman's arm. But Carmela had more 
stamina, took again the command of the match  and pressed back the arm of her contestant. He 
realized he was going to be the loser, and looked ashamed and scared. Finally his hand hit the table: 
Carmela had won her battle. The man literally sprang of his seat and run away. The referee declared 
winner my aunt, who was awarded with a cup. We didn't speak about the tournament with our 
relatives: They wouldn't have understood.
The night after, I went out with some friends. When I was back in the hotel, I opened the door of 
our room and discovered… my aunt Carmela who was riding the little barber. I remember two 
naked muscular body and the enormous cook of the man. I closed the door and I slept outside.