I was working in my backyard raking leaves, my shirt was off and I was enjoying the sun on my bare chest and shoulders. Suddenly, I heard what sounded like a cry of pain coming from the yard next door. I rushed over to the high wooden fence separating the two yards. What I saw shocked me speechless. I could hardly believe my eyes.

Allison, the young woman who had just moved next door, was down on a big blue mat wrestling with a man who looked a lot older and bigger than she was. The skimpy red bikini she wore revealed a superbly fit athletic body, her strong arms and powerful looking legs rippling and flexing with sculpted musculature as they locked around his heaving overweight body. He was groaning with pain and I could see why.

I stood there transfixed by what I was seeing. The woman was clamping him in one hold after another, handling the man with apparent ease despite their difference in size. She was stretched out full-length atop him, her long legs grapevined his. I could see that in spite of the pain she was causing him, the man had an obvious erection that tented the front of his shorts. And I could also see that the woman was very much aware of his arousal and was taking advantage of it.

The female wrestler had positioned herself on top of him in a way that left them glued together. I could see her hard, rounded butt slowly pumping up and down, her crotch obviously pressed firmly against his penis. He groaned again, this time not so much from pain as from passion.

She held him down, sweat dripping off her face and onto her pinned opponent. The rest of her body was also drenched with sweat, all of which served to accentuate her amazing muscularity. She seemed to be breathing heavily, but not because of the effort of her holds. Her eyes were closed and a dreamy smile curved her lips. I thought I heard her growl deep in her throat as she increased the wild rhythm of her pounding hips. The man beneath her tried to arch up, to match the thrusting, grinding tempo of her body, but he just couldn't keep up with her.

She rode his heaving body like a cowgirl clamped onto a bareback stallion. Her thighs clasping his hips as she held him in place beneath her. She was panting now, her breath hot on his upturned face as she kept pumping away.

Then, suddenly, she threw back her head, arched her powerful back, clenched her long legs more firmly around the man's body, and shuddered into an obvious series of orgasms. Every single amazing muscle in her body seemed to explode at the same time, flexing into tempered steel sheathed in wet flesh until she was compltely spent. Like the crushing coils of a big python having done its job, she gradually relaxed her legs from around the fellow beneath her.

With a contented smile, she leaned down and planted a long, deep kiss on the man's mouth.

"I hope that it was as good for you as it was for me," the woman murmered down to the man, then she unwrapped herself from around him and got to her feet. Both their crotches were tell-tale wet.

"OK, professor, you did better this time. We'll wrestle again next week," she said, as she shooed him out of the yard with a quick wave of her hand.

It was then that the woman noticed me standing there staring, and she strolled over to the fence smiling at me as if totally unconcerned at the erotic scene I'd just witnessed.

"Hi, I'm Allison, your new neighbor, how did you like my therapy session?" She said it with all of the natural ease of someone who didn't care what others thought of her rather unusual form of what she had just called "therapy". She stood there looking me up and down, a bright smile on her attractive face. I was not really sure how to answer her. I was still in shock at what I'd just seen.

"So does that mean you are some kind of a doctor?" I asked.

"No", she laughed. "More of a festish facilitator, I suppose. If someone has a fantasy that I can enjoy, too, then I like to role-play with them. The professor sees me as a Jungle Queen to his Tarzan, and I rather like that role. It fits me, don't you think?"

I had absolutely no idea of what she was talking about. What she had been doing to the poor guy looked more like a cross between wrestling and sex. And she was telling me that it was some kind of psychological acting-out. But however my new neighbor got her kicks, she was beautiful.

She had raven-black hair cut short. Her face had prominant cheekbones, a wide mouth and firm jawline. Her dark eyes sparkled with health. Up close her body was even more breathtaking. She looked really strong. There was a Tomboyish leanness to her; tight and hard, with a straiated muscular definition like an anatomy chart on a doctor's wall. I saw that her tanned flesh still gleamed with a sheen of sweat from the wrestling.

I told her that I was very impressed that she could so easily handle such a bigger and older guy. She shrugged her wide, muscular shoulders.

"He was too easy.The professor teaches at the college where I work, and he's into wrassling with women, so I indulge his fetish. And, frankly, I enjoy it, too. Hey, I get-off on wrestling men. Have ever since I was a teenager and used to wrestle with my uncle. He was a horny old bastard, but he had the musculature of an Adonis and knew how to wrestle a giirl to make her get all hot and tuned-on. Actually, I've wrestled almost every guy I know that'll give me a match, but no one has come close to giving me some good, hard competition. They're all more interested in fucking than fighting. Me, I like both!"

She continued staring at me, sizing me up, taking in the fairly decent muscularity of my bare upper torso. "Hm-mmm. I'll bet you could give me a tussle. Have you ever wrestled a woman?"

"No," I stammered, blushing. But then I remembered the erotic scene that I had just witnessed. If THAT was what happened when you wrestled with a woman, then I was all for it.

"But I'm sure willing to try! I've done some wrestling when I was in school, and I try to keep in pretty good shape." I wondered if my words had sounded as lame to her as they did to me.

She grinned at me, almost licking her lush lips, like a big lioness examining her prey.

"You know, neighbor, I'd love to test my strength against a real man. You wann'a do a fall or two with me, just for fun? Besides, it's really good exercise, and you look like you go for that sort of thing."

I couldn't think of anything in the world that I'd rather do than wrestle this beautiful Tomboy, so I hurriedly agreed. I started to come around the fence, but she stopped me with quick laugh.

"No, how about we pick somewhere a little more private. We wouldn't want to be interrupted, would we?"She said the last with a sultry voice and a conspiratorial wink.

I remembered a little out of the way park not far from there, with a hidden grove of soft grass that would serve as a mat for us. We agreed to meet at 4:30 the next day after we both got home from work.

I could hardly wait for the appointed hour to come the next day. Allison, too, was excited at the prospect of finally wrestling someone who appeared to be able to give her a little competition. 4:30 came at last, and the two of us met at the park. We went down a path until we came to the place I had in mind. It seemed perfect for our needs. The ground was clean and it was spongy soft. It was totally private and it would serve as a good arena for our wrestling.

We established some rules and set a "safe-word" to use if either of us wanted to stop the action. We agreed on three falls with no time limit. It was to be straight grappling with none of the so-called "pro wrestling" moves. No punching, no kicking. However, other than that it was no-holds-barred.

Then Allison surprised me by suggesting we strip down and wrestle in our underwear. "I want my body and my muscles bare and unrestrained by clothing", she murmured to me with a strange gleam in her eye. It was sure OK with me, I told her.

She stripped to silken thong panties that revealed far more than they hid. I just as quickly stripped down to a pair of Jockey shorts. As Allison took in my own well-muscled physique, she realized that she would really have liked to wrestle me nude, but felt that would be pushing it with me, someone she had just met the day before. Maybe for the second round, she chuckled to herself.

I, of course, was standing there with my mouth agape at the sheer magnificence of Allison's curvaceous, muscular body. She raised one hand to tuck away an errant curl of midnight-black hair, and I watched her biceps swell into sight. The raised arm also lifted her solid breasts. They were not overly large, just the perfect size and shape, with small nipples that were already stiffening in anticipation of what was to come. They sat high on her broad chest. The weight of those arrogantly jutting breasts seemed to defy gravity.

Allison possessed a flat, firm stomach that was segmented into six-pack abs. As she breathed you could see the muscle fibers flex up into bold, sculptured relief. I realized that this was not a steroid-enhanced body at all, just an abundance of natural muscularity that flowled gracefully into female curves.

"Are you ready?, she asked me. "Just one thing, neighbor, promise me that you'll wrestle me as hard as you possibly can. I can assure you that I can take whatever you dish out, and then some. Just forget that I'm a girl."

Now that, as I stared at her bare melon-solid breasts, would be pretty hard to do.

"Chapter Two"

We began to circle each other warily. Allison suddenly caught me around my lower back with both arms, actually lifted me off my feet, and sent us crashing down to the soft grass with her on top. She tried to straddle me, but I managed to scissor both of my legs around one of hers, and held her in place. I felt her quadriceps surge up against me, the muscle flexing against the V'd juncture between my legs. Positioned as we were, her muscular thigh was pressing hard against my slowly awakening penis. As we continued to strain in that hold, her thigh muscles kept pulsing against my cock as it began coming to life beneath the thin layer of material that was my Jockey shorts.

I tried to twist away, but Allison held me tight. Our heads were only inches apart, and I could see her grinning at me. "Looks like someone is glad to see me," she chortled at me. Yeah, I knew that she knew # that we both knew.

While we were struggling, Allison reached one hand down between my scissored thighs and got me in a crotch hold, while she circled my neck with her other arm. "Oh-hhh," I gasped, as I felt her hand touch my now rock-hard cock.

A sexual thrill shot through me and I was momentarily weakened as I felt the electric sensations rippling through my body. Somehow, I'd known from the very first that our wrestling would be both sensual and highly erotic, but I hadn't realized just how far beyond even my fantasies Allison would take me.

For Allison's part, she'd wrestled like that with the other guys, but she loved the sexy arousal that my unexpected strength was making her feel. Unlike all the others, I was making her fight all out. As we rolled slowly back and forth across the grassy clearing, locked as tightly as two lovers, Allison was getting more and more turned on to me and I to her. I momentarily let my mind wander, which was a big mistake.

Taking advantage of my lapse of attention, Allison heaved me over, breaking my scissors-hold, locked me up in her own frontal scissors and pinned my wrists to the grass. I tried to push her incredibly strong arms back, but I was still trembling and weakened from the surge of sexual energy. I watched her tensed arms, entranced by the ripple and play of muscles in her forearms, the way her horseshoe triceps leaped up into sight. As she strained to keep my arms pinned, both biceps bulged and quivered into rock-hard mounds that were as big as baseballs. At last, she tired of playing with me and counted to three for a submission.

Allison was thrilled, it was the first time that a man had ever almost outwrestled her, and she loved it. We lay there and rested for a few moments, but Allison was eager to come to grips with me again. So we got up and faced one another in that quiet, deserted clearing.

As the second fall started, I tried a different tactic. I reached out and grabbed her shoulders, spun her around, slipped around behind her and put Allison in a full nelson. Applying my full power, I slowly rode her to the ground. I was riding her back, the splendidly developed muscles of her powerful upper body scampering and flexing against my bare chest and belly. In that full nelson, my arms were beneath hers, pulling upward, while my hands were clasped behind her neck. I could see how her biceps bunched into rock-hard definition as she tried to power her way out of my hold.

Our positions, her back to my front, left my crotch pressed tightly to the hard curve of her tightly clenched buttocks. The glutes were flexing everytime she strained to get out of the full-nelson I had her in, which only served to increase the size of my erection. My penis was caught in the deep crevase between the rounded cheeks of her ass, and the more she flexed her glutes, the harder I got.

As I strained to keep her locked up and she strained just as hard to free herself, her powerul back writhed and wriggled like a mass of snaked. Except these snakes were like steel cables coasted with a film of slick sweat. Surprisingly, my own nipples started to get hard from the erotic friction of her wet muscular body rubbing against mine.

I knew that even though I was causing her considerable pain, it wasn't a submission hold. I needed to take her back down to the grass, turn her over and spread-eagle her to get the pin. But I held onto the nelson until I thought she was weak enough to safely go for the pin. Besides, I was thoroughly enjoying that particular hold, the way our two bodies fit together.

Finally, I released the nelson and grabbed her in a headlock, trying to off-balance her and take us down to the ground. But I was completely mistaken about Allison being weakened. As I turned her over, she arched her body up and wrapped her hard muscled arms around my back in a bear hug. Allison bridged up against me, heaved me over until she was again on top of me. Alll that I could do was also put my own bear hug on her.

Our sweat-slippery bodies were now locked tightly together as we rolled over and over in a fierce test of wrestling ability and endurance. At last, her strength won out and she ended up on top as we stopped rolling.She released her bear hug and pried my arms away. She gripped my wrists, pinning them to the soft grass. It seemed that she liked pinning me down beneath her. Allison was a woman who demanded the top position and usually got it. I wondered to myself if that went for her love-making as well. I looked up into her lovely face and saw that she had her eyes closed and a strange smile on her lips. It was as if she was in her own world, running some erotic fantasy movie on the screen of her mind. I found myself wondering what she was thinking about.

Allison laid her body flat on top of me, keeping me pressed down with her sinewy weight as she grapevined my legs. I was now completely helpless. Then the woman began to slowly pump her hips against mine. She rotated her body against me in almost a corkscrew movement, her groin glued tightly against mine. I could feel the heat from her sex and the tremble of tension in her glorious body.

It would have appeared to an onlooker as though the two of us were making love. Her body was pressing me down and her clitoris was right on top of my cock, but there was no penetration. Faster and faster she rotated her hips, the solid balls of her glutes flexing with each thrust. I found myself unable to do more than go along for the ride.

I was in agony, not from her wrestling holds, but from trying not to explode my wad.

Allison didn't seem to share my concern. Finally, with that same shuddering climax she had with the Professor in her backyard, Allison's big body had a series of orgasms. After they had subsided, She smiled down and counted to three for the pin. Then she suddenly bent her head down, gave me a deep sensuous kiss on the mouth,

After a moment, I tried to roll over to get back up to my feet. But the wonderfully muscled young Amazon would have none of that. A second later we were wrestling again in the soft grass.

My god, I thought, she was insatiable. According to the sun's position in the sky above us, we had been wrestling non-stop for almost an hour, and I still hadn't won a fall.

"Come on, neighbor, just one more time," Allison pleaded. "I haven't had this good a wrestle in years. I'm really turned-on, and I don't want to stop just yet. OK?"

How could I refuse her. In fact, I could hardly wait to lock my body to hers and see if this time I could make her submit to me for a change. But strangely, Allison didn't seem to mind which of us won, just so we kept on wrestling.

She threw herself at me with a laugh. Her quick move caught me by surprise as she rammed her muscular shoulder into my belly. I fell to the grass. She leaped on top of me and straddled my hips, hoping her attack would take me by surprise. It was obvious to me now that Allison liked to take the dominant on-top position. I had already guessed that she also demanded the top when she made love #. although wasn't THAT exactly what we were doing. It sure wasn't like any wrestling I'd ever known.

Some male impulse caught me up in its energy, and I decided that this time I'd take the top, keep her down beneath me and finish her off with a fuck-pin. But I hadn't reckoned with her powerful legs. She arched her back locked her legs around my waist in another vicious scissors and squeezed with all her strength.

She rolled to the side without loosening her grip then grabbed me in a headlock and crushed my head against her firm thrusting breasts. After squeezing me until I was almost unconscious, Allison rolled back on top and pinned my wrists firmly to the ground once again. I was totally exhausted, without an ounce of strength left to wrestle with her for even another second.

"Got'cha" she chortled into my ear. Her hot breath panted against my upturned face. I was ready to say 'uncle'.But she wasn't finished with me.

She held both of my wrists with one hand and used her other hand to rip off my Jockey shorts and then pulled off her panties. She reached down and slowly stroked my cock. It became rock hard, swollen and throbbing. I groaned with the delicious hurt of it, hardly able to wait for what was coming next.

She settled her wet, hot vulva over my rigid cock and plunged it into her with a powerful downward stroke of her powerful hips. Still gripping my wrists, she moved up and down in smooth powerful strokes. I wrenched my hands loose from her grip and reached up to cup the hard curve of her buttocks. The glutes swelled beneath my touch and I moved on down to her tight-locked thighs. Great ribbons of strength corded the smooth flesh, flexing and flickering as she squeezed me within her grip.

"Do you give?" she panted down at me. "NO!", I replied, and flipped her over under me. It was time that I proved my manhood to this magnificent young Amazon, time to make her submit to my male strength. And she did, but not without a fight!

"You've got to take me to have me," Allison panted up at me. She was a lusty Amazon who would yield herself only to greater strength. And so I punished her with every hold I knew, wrestling the beautiful Tomboy with every ounce of my waning energy. And finally, at long last, I forced her to submit to my male strength.

We came together with a delicious and excruciatingly pleasurable climax. There was no winner and no loser in that final pin.

As Allison lay looking up at me, catching her breath, she thought to herself that this was the best wrestling that she'd ever had, or even could dream of having. All of her adult life she had needed to experience the feeling of a male struggling beneath her to be able to orgasm. But this time it was she who had to submit, she who could both take and be taken at the same time.

"Neighbor", Allison said in a dreamy voice. "I think that we should do this more often,". She smiled up at me. I looked down at her and grinned. "Next time we'll use my bedroom. I've got a King-sized bed that would be a lot softer than this hard ground, and it would be even more private."

At that I pointed to a spot just beyond the surrounding trees where a young couple stood staring at us. Their mouths were hanging open and their eyes wide. But then I saw the girl give a smile and her eyes gleamed. I knew exactly what she was thinking, and I wondered if the young man had any idea of what was in store for him when they got back home. After all, the girl did have an athletic look about her #. just like my new neighbor and new lover, Amazon Allison.