A note to my readers:

This is a different approach for me. I have always wanted to explore the interaction between a man and woman of near equal strength in an "encounter of a different kind". However, the original version ended too soon, according to several readers. This, then, is a rewritten and expanded version. Enjoy.

"Maria The Magnificent" Chapter One It is possible, I suppose, that there is a more beautiful and stronger woman in this part of the world than Maria Vasquese, but someone else will have to point out who that might be. Don't ask me to do it, I'm biased. Let's see now, it was probably ten years ago that I first ran into Maria. It was, of all places, at a small, scruffy Mexican circus that I attended one sultry afternoon out of sheer boredom. We won't go into the reason that I found myself in this dusty, out-of-the-way little village at that time. And I could not tell you why a circus, even as delapidated as this one was, had found its way to this poverty-stricken wide spot in the road. But it was there and I went to see what there was to see. The main circus tent was tattered and torn, portions of the canvas were fluttering in the damp half-breeze. The customers who lined up to file into the tent were as bedraggled as the circus itself; poor people who could barely afford the few pennies admission charge, families who were unused to being entertained by anyone or anything. To tell the truth, their expectations of value received from the performers was probably not too high. I know mine wasn't. Perhaps that is why all of us were startled by the clear clarion call of a trumpet and the start up of a surprisingly good mini-orchestra. A tall, handsome, top-hatted Ring Master in a red coat and black boots strutted into the pool of spotlight brightness and raised a hand, as if to silence the muted murmurings of the small crowd of onlookers. "Senors, Senoras y Senoritas", his deep baritone called out. "Welcome to the Ricardo Brothers Super Circus. You are about to be dazzled by a death-defying act of courage and incredible strength. Point your eyes to the ceiling of the tent and prepare to be amazed at what you are about to see. We present for your enjoyment and pleasure, Maria The Magnificent!" As his words echoed throughout the tent, the rapid stutter of a drum roll began in the orchestra, and the spot moved from the Ring Master to send a finger of brilliant white light shooting upward to reveal a lithe female figure in a two-piece red costume that clung to her splendidly sculpted body like a second skin. Maria was indeed magnificent! The two-piece garment was skimpy and quite revealing. The bottom part was little more than a wisp of sequined material that rode low around her hips and high up her long thighs. It encased her perfectly molded butt and laid bare her flat, intricately muscled belly. What looked like a narrow ribbon of cloth held her firm, heavy breasts captive - barely! The bra covered her nipples, but otherwise left the taut melons of woman-flesh free of restraint. It was just like looking at a cellophane wrapped Christmas present that you could hardly wait to play with. It was obvious that Maria was an aerialist, but none of us were prepared for this woman's performance. There was no trapeze bar, only a trailing bundle of braided silk that the woman gripped with both hands. The heavy, foot-thick rope was tied off at the very top of the main tent pole and hung down nearly to the floor of the center ring. The intrepid aerialist was holding herself out at a right angle, with merely the amazing strength of her arms keeping her at the horizontal. Even at this distance, I could see the quick ripple and play of the corded muscles in her bare arms and strong shoulders as they flexed in concert to sustain the effort of holding her body weight aloft. And then, to the muted accompaniment of the drum roll, the woman began to work her aerial magic. She raised her entire body upwards in almost infinite slowness until she was upside down, holding her weight aloft with amazing strength; the silk rope curled around her wide chest, beneath her arms and locked in place between her long, lean-muscled legs. All the while her body was slowly revolving in mid-air, the languorous movement mesmerizing those of us in the darkness of our seats. I, myself, was completely captivated by the unexpected eroticism presented by this half-naked woman swinging back and forth high above me. She was, to me, the most enchanting creature I had ever seen. I found myself wishing that it was my body scissored between her strong thighs instead of the thick shaft of rope. My "predilection of the sexual sort" was beginning to stir. From that point on, for the next ten minutes, we were treated to a display of gymnastic agility almost beyond imagining. She worked with the column of rope as if with a human partner, each adding to the dance of almost erotic movement in a way that had all of us in that silent, frozen audience holding our collective breaths. It was as if the woman and that thick cylinder of silk were engaged in slow-motion copulation, wound tightly around each other like a pair of midnight lovers. As the woman moved up and down the rope, her glutes hardened into rounded taut spheres each time she locked her powerful legs around the silken bundle to shimmy upwards. The smoothly sculpted muscularity along her thighs leaped into bold relief like some marble statue hewn by the hands of a master artisan. Her solid calves bunched and flexed as they scissored and squeezed the rope. Then there were her bare arms; biceps swollen from the incredible effort, coiling up into quivering view each time she pulled herself upward. It was simply breathtaking! I couldn't help myself from fantasizing how those splendedly chiseled arms would feel locked tightly around me, how those long sleek legs would feel scissored hard around my waist as we made love on some hot summer night. Ah-hhh yes, there was no doubt about it, my sexual predilection was awakening. Her fabulous body was bathed in the spot's harsh light, evidencing a sheen of perspiration moistening her flesh from the incredible physical energy being exerted in her act high above us. It seemed humanly impossible for anyone, man or woman, to continue this extraordinary physical effort. And yet even as time seemed to stand still, Maria danced her dance with the silk rope as those of us below held our breath in apprehensive astonishment at what we were witnessing. There were times when I would have sworn that the beautiful aerialist's eyes were looking directly into mine, peering down through the darkness as she continued her prodigious feats of mid-air daring. Finally, with a wave of one hand to the audience below, the aerialist began pulling herself up the thick rope, hand over hand, using only the supple strength of her arms and powerful shoulders. Her legs were stretched out horizontally at a 45 degree angle, evidencing the superb conditioning of her abdominals, hard rounded abs which stood out in bold relief on the sweat-filmed flesh. Her arms flexed in effort with every pull upward, and the suberb muscularity of her bare back scampered and rippled under the taut flesh. Then, after a few more amazing stunts on the rope, Maria The Magnificent concluded her act. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around the rope one last time as she slowly slid down the thick silken cord to the arena floor, her decent followed by the blazing white shaft of light. As she decended, amidst the blare of trumpet and rattle of drum, Maria hugged the thick body of the rope to her like a lover, as if giving it a final squeeze of orgsmic pleasure. She moved downward in slow-motion, giving her audience a last look at that incredible female physique displayed in the tiny red costume. Her toes finally touched the floor, and she gave a little bow to the enraptured crowd. And once again, I had the strange feeling that her smoldering black eyes were looking directly into my own. Abruptly, the spotlight was extinguished and the tent was plunged into darkness. When the arena lighting was turned back on a moment later, Maria was nowhere to be seen. She had disappeared! We all sat there in our hard wooden bleacher seats, mute, as if slowly emerging from a collective dream. Then the applause began, ragged at first, slowly building into a crescendo of clapping. Cheers came from the throats of the people who had been held spell-bound. But I was silent. My body was washed with sweat; legs shaking, fingers clutched tightly, breath coming in gasps in tune with my thudding heart. It was as if I had just finished a marathon race, with every fiber of my body tingling. I sat there in a daze, trying to make some sense out of what I had experienced. One thing was clear, I had just had the most explosive and wonderful orgasm of my life sitting there in that darkened circus tent. Chapter Two The very next evening, I was sitting in the local cantina nursing a cold bottle of 4.5% Dos Eques beer, my third of the night - or was it my sixth? In any case I was feeling a slight buzz. The door to the cantina swung open, and I looked up from my beer with idle curiosity. Entering the dimly lit bar was a small group of people, and my eyes widened with startled surprise when I realized that one of the newcomers was none other than Maria The Magnificent herself! I recognized the tall man at her side as being the circus Ring Master. There were two other fairly attractive women and a rather portly older man who seemed to be the leader of their group. I made a quick guess that he was the owner of the circus, one of the Ricardo brothers. As they swept into the room, the fat little man waved a hand imperiously at the barkeep, indicating that he wished to buy drinks for the room. Since at the moment, I was the only other occupant of the tiny bar, it was a cheap extravagance on his part. As the bartender plunked down my gifted beer, I glanced up to nod my thanks to the fat man. But instead my eyes were locked upon those of "Magnificent Maria", whose dark-blazing orbs swallowed my attention. I suddenly saw in my mind's eye her half-naked body as it had wrestled slowly with the silken rope in her circus act, and I was reduced to a quietly blithering idiot. She continued to hold my gaze, her eyes searching my face as if trying to remember something that had slipped her mind. Then, as if coming to a decision, the circus aerialist gave me a inviting smile. "Perhaps the nice gentleman would care to join us", murmured Maria in a husky contralto. Her voice was like bare flesh sliding across a satin bed sheet, smooth and slippery. I cocked a quick look at the two men, trying to judge their feelings about her invitation, but caught no sense of possessiveness in their steady gaze. It appeared that they were with the other two women. So I gave Maria my best smile, got up from my table and walked somewhat unsteadily over to theirs and took a seat next to her. "Ah-hhh, and who is the mysterious gringo", Maria laughed, her black eyes sparkling with both mirth and mischief as she looked me up and down with appreciation. It so happens that I'm fairly well turned-out, both in face and physique. It has often been remarked that I have a Tom Cruise smile and a Sly Stallone body, so I gave Maria my dazzling grin and returned her exploratory look. "I am but a lowly wayfarer, traveling through this land of woe", I intoned in my best low-register voice. "Cute," murmered Maria, as the others chuckled. "In your travels, have I met you before," she questioned. "You look somehow familiar." "I was at the circus last evening, enjoying your spectacular aerial performance", I replied. "But I'm sure that you wouldn't have seen me in the crowd." "Oh, but indeed I did, now that you remind me. It is surprising what one can see from aloft, even in the relative darkness below. I remember someone who closely resembles you, because of the way in which he watched my movements as if hypnotized. I was flattered by the intensity of your attention." I ducked my head, breaking her stare as I tried to stop the trembling of my limbs. I had never in my life been so captivated by a woman, and I didn't want to do or say anything foolish. But I could not remain silent. "Yes, I was taken aback both by your beauty and your athleticism", I replied. I have never witnessed such strength and agility." "Ah-hhh, the gringo possesses a golden tongue" Maria chuckled to her companions. "Me, I've always liked a smooth tongue", she murmered suggestively .... or was that just my imagination at work. She leaned back in her chair and the lazy movement thrust her heavy breasts taut against the fabric of her colorful peasant blouse. The imprint of her nipples showed beneath the cloth, so it was obvious that Maria did not wear a bra. I turned my eyes away from the majestic globes, trying frantially to find another point of focus. I settled on her lovely face, drinking in the high cheekbones, lushly curved lips and strong jaw. A wild cascade of blue-black hair framed her face and tumbled down across shoulders that would have been too broad on any other woman. "I but speak the truth," I murmered in reply. "Strength and beauty is an unusual combination to find in a woman." As I spoke, my eyes glanced down at her arms, marveling anew at the superb muscularity that somehow did not detract from her obvious femininity. It was the most amazing thing that I'd ever seen, that juxtaposition of powerful muscularity with such a wickedly curved feminine form. I nearly fainted with sudden excitement, an overtly sexual excitement that Maria did not miss. Her Mexican peasant blouse was practically sleeveless, so I could see the bottom half of her solid deltoids and the hard-rounded curve of her biceps. A barely discernible web of veins could be seen in her brown forearms, the vascularity in keeping with the kind of exertion she engaged in during her act. Maria caught my fixation on her arm, and gave gave a playful laugh. But then eyes flashed and her expression quickly turned serious, almost pensive in her gaze. A second or two later Maria seemed to make up her mind about something. She leaned forward until her head was only inches from mine, so close that I could catch the subtle odor of a delightful perfume. "Yes", she murmured so quietly I could hardly hear her, but none of the others could. Her softly spoken words for me alone. "Yes, I am strong. and yet you, too, appear to have great strength. Is that not so?" Her almost whispered words were more of a challenge than a question. Her eyes swept across my body, taking note of the breadth of my shoulders, the hard leanness of my waist. She reached out a hand and curled her long slim fingers around my arm, her thumb testing the firmness of my muscle. A smile curved her lush lips as she squeezed my bicep, and her eyes widened in pleased surprise at what she felt. The hand moved down to my leg, those long fingers exploring the firmness of my quads. She appeared to be more than satisfied at what she found. "Hm-mmm, I feel that we must test our strength. Do you arm-wrestle?" she purred out to me in that husky whisper. If any other women had uttered those same words, I would have laughed. But this was, after all, Maria The Magnificent, whose strength I had already seen during her aerial performance. It was quite obviously an invitation that I could not refuse. "I warn you, my gringo traveler, you will need to employ all of your effort, not holding back an ounce of your strength if you are to compete with me." As she spoke she placed her elbow firmly on the table top, raised her forearm and wriggled her fingers, beckoning me to join hands with her. All conversation at the table ceased abruptly, as the two other women and the men realized what was about to take place. Laughter sprang to their lips. "Oh, Maria has found a worthy opponent," chuckled one of the women. "Watch out, gringo, that she doesn't tear your arm off." Our hands reached out and came together, fingers clamped and our eyes met. I was surprised, and yet not totally so, that her palms were so hard-calloused. These were the hands, after all, that gripped the rope in such a ferociously tight grip in her aerial performance. And I was almost equally startled to find that the length of her arm appeared to match that of my own. Despite her lithe slimness, this black pantheress of a women was larger than she had first appeared. For just an instant, I wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew. "Are you ready?", asked the Ring Master, who had moved into position to act as referee. Maria and I nodded in unison. "GO!" he spat out. The burst of strength that assaulted my upraised arm was quite beyond belief. Even though I instantly reacted against the force of her quick movement, my arm was pushed downward almost 20 degrees. She grinned at me, lips stretched into a grimace of effort, as I managed to bring our arms back to neutral. Like water surging through a thick fire hose, her strength bucked against mine. Both of our arms were trembling from the strain as we fought silently to master one another. My eyes were drawn from the gleaming darkness of her eyes down to her arm once again. What but a moment ago had been a smoothly rounded limb was now an arm alive with rippling, hard-clenched muscularity. A bicep had aroused itself from slumber beneath the satiny flesh, bulging into a quivering flexation of solid muscle. And while I surveyed her arm, she was looking at mine with a queer expression. "You have resisted my strength beyond most men I've wrestled", Maria gasped between clenched teeth. Her eyes sparkled with an intensity that mirrored her emotions in the heat of the battle. Then, without any warning, Maria slowly stood to her feet pulling me up with her. Never for an instant did our grips lesson, but now we were standing straight up with feet spread wide apart for balance. She leaned into me, quite unexpectedly, pressing the length of her magnificent body hard against mine. I felt the heat radiating from her strong, muscular body and nearly swooned with excitement. As if by an unspoken mutual consent, our arms extended outward until they were horizontal, hands still gripped, each still attempting to bring the other's arm downward. It was an odd style of arm wrestling with which I was unaquainted. But now a new element entered our contest of strength, with our struggle for dominance moving to a different level of intensity. While continuing to try and pressure my arm downward, Maria suddenly brought her other arm up to snake around the back of my head in a well-executed headlock. The movement slammed our two bodies together. As we thudded together, I reflexively matched her hold, bringing my free arm to encircle her neck, pulling her even more tightly against me. It was only then, strained so hard together as we were, that I realized with a start that I had grown a huge hard-on. My aroused cock was pressed stiffly against the flatness of her muscular belly, and growing harder with each passing second. As I pressed myself against her, reveling at the feel of my engorged shaft against her body, I felt a tremor surge through Maria. She leaned back, looked me straight in the eye for a second, and then pulled me to her with explosive strength. Our hands slipped loose and our arms slid around each other's straining backs. We were instantly locked in a dual bear-hug, chest to chest, our loins jammed tightly together. This was now no longer an arm-wrestling match, but a much more intimate form of struggle! Then, above the panting of my ragged breathing and hers, I heard Maria's voice as if coming from an incredible long distance. "I think that we must go elsewhere to finish our contest," Maria's voice panted into my ear. "While it is not as obvious as your own arousal, I, too, am also almost overcome with the passion of the moment. Let us pause, and continue this in more appropriate and private surroundings." We released one another, staggering back as each of us sucked air into our effort-starved lungs. I felt a hand steadying me, and realized that it was the Ring Master guiding me to a chair before I fell from sheer exhaustion. The two women were likewise assisting Maria, their arms around Maria's quivering shoulders as she decompressed from the savage effort to force me to submit to her strength. Our bizarre contest had ended in a draw! But as it happened, that was merely the first round. Chapter Three It took us several minutes to regain our breath and stop the trembling in our limbs. Although we had not actually fought one another in the sense of a fight, the aftermath of our struggle for dominance had left me shaking with tension. And as I looked across the table at Maria, I could tell that she was feeling the same. We were oblivious to the excited chatter of the others at the table, it was as if Maria and I were the only two people on the planet. We only had eyes for one another. Finally, Maria arose and took my hand, leading the two of us toward the door. We stepped out into the sultry night air, Maria still holding my hand and walking down the dusty road to where I knew the circus had been. The tent was gone, as were the various animal wagons. But a large trailer remained, nestled in the trees and almost lost in the darkness. "This is my circus trailer," Maria said in a low voice. "The truck that pulls it is being repaired, and so I am still here while the rest are gone. It is private enough for our purposes." We stepped up into a surprising comfortable living area. The feminine frilliness indicated that this was a woman's dwelling, but not in a manner that would make a man nervous in sharing the space. I could see through an open door at the far end of the trailer that there was another room. It contained a massive King-sized bed, toward which Maria nudged me. "This should provide us with sufficient room in which to continue our test of strength," Maria said in a quiet, tense voice. "That is, if you still wish to do so. Or perhaps you think of this as being too ... unusual ... for your taste?" Two old aphorisms came immediately to mind; 'don't ever look a gift horse in the mouth', and 'let sleeping dogs lie'. Neither of which could I allow myself to do, so intrigued was I to discover the reason for this kind of unconventional behavior on her part. The simple fact is that women do not usually enjoy all-out strenuous wrestling matches with men. But then again, most women did not possess Maria's extraordinary strength. I felt compelled to understand the odd intensity of her emotions although I already knew the reasons for my own. Is it possible, I wondered, if this splendid creature had a sexual predilection similar to mine? "Why do you have the need to do this," I asked, without further identifying the "this". Maria gave me a sharp, penetrating look. A frown of concentration creased her wide forehead as she dipped her head and seemed to deliberate my question. She was quiet for several long seconds, and I began to feel like a complete fool for questioning her motives, whatever they might be. But I had to know! "There are," she began hesitantly, "two reasons. One I understand, the other I do not. I have within me, how do you say it ... an animal that every once in a while wishes to come out and play. This animal nature is aggressive yet playful. Yet once aroused, the aggresion turns into something else that I have no words to explain. It is as if the competition somehow has an overlay of eroticism, a different level of sex and violence that takes me to a strange dark place that I perversely enjoy and need." Maria looked up into my eyes, a tremulous smile tugging at her lips as she searched my face for evdence of my understanding. But while her words were intriguing, I knew that there was more. So I remained quiet. "There are few men who are able to call out my animal," she continued. "and you are one of those. I knew that the moment I touched you, the moment I saw your attraction to my strength in your eyes. And I knew instantly that we would play together, you and I. Even though it was in public with onlookers who would not fully comprehend what was happening. Nor, perhaps, would you. But I could not help myself, I had the need to challenge you." I nodded my head, understanding her need simply because it was my own as well. The test of strength that she sought was exactly what I wanted for myself. It was that strange combination of eroticism and physical exertion --- of wrestling with a strong, beautifully muscled woman that was my own sexual predilection. The more confident and aggressive the woman was, the better I like it. However, with Maria I wondered if perhaps I had not met my match. Typically, the male was always stronger than the female, so such contests of strength as Maria was proposing (and to which I was looking forward with great anticipation) seldom took place. But Maria The Magnificent was far from typical in her exceptional strength, which I had already seen in action. "Ah-hhh, but here we are, alone and without an audience," Maria murmured quietly in a low voice. "Would your inner animal like to come out and play with mine?" "Yes!", I replied softly, when I could find my voice. Without another word, Maria stepped forward and began unbuttoning my shirt. When she had slipped it from my shoulders her fingers slid across my bare chest and down across my belly, once again testing my musculature. Seemingly satisfied, her hands went to her own blouse and slipped it over her head and tossed it aside. She wriggled her lithe hips out of the skirt and stood there in a tiny pair of panties that looked for all the world like the sequined costume she had worn the night I first saw her. She wore no bra, nor did those firm melons of woman flesh have need of one. I marveled once again at her splendidly developed muscular physique. I shed my trousers as quickly as I could. I was wearing a pair of black jockey shorts. For a moment or two we stood facing one another, allowing our eyes to drink in the sight of our half-nude bodies. Our flesh gleaming in the subdued light of a single bedside lamp. Then, completely without warning, Maria The Magnificent threw herself at me in a short-spaced tackle that sent us tumbling down onto the mammoth bed. Immediately, our two bodies grappled tightly together in a tangle of arms and legs. Maria had secured a scissorlock around my waist with those long, powerful thighs and was squeezing me relentlessly as we strained intimately together amidst the bedsheets. Not merely content with her well-applied scissor hold, Maria had also muscled me into a punishing necklock and was in the process of cutting off my air and strangling me into submission. Her sleek muscularity was as strong as it was excitingly beautiful, and she seemed to know how to use that strength. Her wrestling was an unusual combination of submission and free-style, which left us wrapped together in a straining, sensual clasp of grappling limbs. I was surprised at her knowledge of holds and grips, she had obviously been well-trained by someone in the past. I found myself, despite the painful prediciment I found myself in at that moment, wondering at whose hands she had gained her knowledge. I decided that it must have been one or more of the men whom she had chosen to play with her animal in previous wrestles. But one thing was certain, she was good and I was close to having to submit to her. On my part, I had flung both arms around her back and cinched her into what would have ordinarily been a submission front bear-hug. But her pantherish strength broke the hold without relinquishing her own squeezing scissors. Maria managed to roll us over atop the bed, leaving her on the bottom. Her powerful thighs slid up around my hips as her legs criss-crossed against the small of my back. I could feel the clenching musculature of her solid calves pressed against my bare flesh, clutching me even closer into her heaving half-naked body. She arched upward, slamming her solid breasts against my bare chest as her muscular arms continued encircling my neck. I felt a hard-flexed bicep bunch up against my throat at the same time that I beame aware of her nipples hardening against my chest. One sensation was completely erotic, the other merely painful. It was that combination of pleasure and pain that both of us sought, that each of us needed so fiercely. It was all that I could do to keep from crying out in joy, except this spledidly muscled woman had choked my breath away in her tight grip. Now Maria was on top, having rolled me over beneath her sweat-slick body. Her hands had gripped my shorts to help her mount me, and had partially ripped them from around my hips and butt. They were now simply in the way, so I kicked free of them. That was all Maria was waiting for, and she quickly wriggled out of her panties. We were completely nude now as we wrestled and strained atop the massive bed. Flesh slid wetly against flesh, bodies grappled so tightly that we appeared to be one intwined knot. Despite Maria's incredible upper body strength, she seemed to prefer using her long legs to apply one painful scissor hold after another. I kept finding myself captured within the steely strength of her muscular thighs, sometimes around my waist, other times around my head. The musky odor of her crotch was deliciously enticing and I could not help myself. I sent my tongue flicking out to find her clit. It was larger than I'd expected, a nubbin of stiff flesh almost an inch long. My tongue and her clit wrestled, bringing a muffled moan from me and a gasp of pleasure from her. Then we came back together, face to face, our arms grappled tightly around one another's sweaty backs. Our hips bucked together in an increasingly rapid rhythm, loins locked. I felt Maria's hands move down to my butt and her fingers grab my taut glutes, pulling me even more tightly against her. I felt the wetness at her crotch and knew that she was as ready as I was. Our erotic combat was in its final stages. "I want you," Maria panted in my ear, "but you have to make me submit to your strength. Do you still think that you can make me give?" How to answer? The problem was that I wanted to pose the same question to her! I was almost overcome with the psychological need to take and be taken, to outwrestle this woman and yet be outwrestled by her. Sex and wrestling have much in common, and when the two are combined it can produce an emotional/physical experience that can, at least in my case, transport the participants into a state of erotic ecstacy. I bore down with every ounce of strength left to me, grinding my body against Maria's, attempting to find the one perfectly applied hold that would give me victory. Her muscles tensed as she fought me and I could feel them coiling and rippling against my hot flesh. Her thighs were wrapped tight around my waist with me on my knees facing her. I slowly stood up until she lay supported on her powerful shoulders, legs up in the air. I leaned into her pushing downward .... and it was at that exact momment that it happened! So caught up in the grappling had I been that I had not even realized that my cock was hugely engorged in a hard-on. But as we strained together, or bodies locked together so tightly, my erect swollen member had somehow inserted itself in the V of her thighs. My throbbing manhood was nestled against her vaginal lips, engaged in its own wrestle with her clitoris, but without penetration. As she suddenly tightened her thighs around me, her hips moved to just the precise angle needed, and my turgid cock effortlesly slipped inside her awaiting tight warmth. Maria let out a groan. whether of pleasure or pain I could not have told you. And now the two of us were engaged in an even more exciting contest, a wrestle/fuck that was as strenuously violent as it was tender. I had fallen atop her, pinning her against the bed. Her hips were thrusting and bucking upward as she sealed my shaft within the muscular folds of her hot sex. At the same time Maria began an athletic undulation that combined a humping movement with a rythmic tightening of those powerful thighs that were locked around me. Her legs pulled me more tightly into her, as the wet folds of her vagina gripped my cock in a slow pulsating rhythm, locked around it like a squeezing fist. Our nude wet bodies slapped together in a frenzy of hip-thrusting sexual grappling, my hips were ramming into her, moving like a jackhammer. Our sweat-soaked flesh made sucking sounds as we rubbed together in our frenzied wrestle. That was the only sound in the bedroom, other than our labored breathing and soft moans and grunts of effort. The wetness of flesh upon flesh lubricated our bodies as we strained together in that entwined knot, creating an alomst electric energy between us. It was then that I felt the first tingling of an approaching orgasm, helped along by the rhythmic squeeze of her tight pussy combined with the piston-like thrusting of her powerful hips. Like an onrushing freight train surging down the tracks it came, even though I tried my best to slow the inevitable climax to our wrestle-fuck amidst the tangled bedsheets. A moment later, Maria's own scream of pleasure announced that she was reaching her own orgasm. And then it was over. Still joined together, I tried to get my breath back as did Maria. It was then that I realized that we had wrestled to a draw, again! Our inner animals were, for the moment at least, sated. We rolled slowly apart; dazed, languid, slowly emerging from the backwash of our spent passion. And then, for the first time since we had met, we kissed. She certainly had a talented tongue amd sweet lips. They ranged across my bare sweaty flesh, nibbling and arousing me, as if challenging me to another wrestle. But I was totally spent and wanted nothing more than to rest in the wild aftermath of our energetic lovemaking. But I didn't know Maria's near-magical the power of recuperative strokings, and soon had a swollen erection once again. "We still have not proven which of us is the strongest," whispered Maria The Magnificent as she slid her muscular body atop mine. "My inner animal still needs to romp and play, how about yours?" As her words teased and challenged me, her arms were reaching for a hold. Then her python legs were once again wrapped around me and I was held a captive within the sweat-slippery prison of her incredible strength. This time our wrestling was quite different than before. It was much slower paced, our bodies moving in almost slow-motion as we strained together. Maria was still on top, her muscular legs grapevined with my own, hand gripping my wrists as she pinned my arms to the bed. She humped me in a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding her hips, her flat belly pressed hard against my cock as her muscular body slid back and forth against me.... and all the while we were still wrestling. With strength born of desperation, I somehow arched upward and then rolled Maria beneath me. Now I was in command! My weight served to hold her in place and partially smother her hip thrusts. But my elation at pinning the lusty amazon proved to be short-lived. Maria somehow managed to squirm free and rolled across the bed. She sat there on her knees, catching her breath, waiting to see what I would do next. Then, with a sudden movement, she rolled off the bed and stood up to her feet. She waited for me, hands on hips, those incredible breasts heaving. Not really understanding what she intended, I climbed to my feet as well. Maria gave an excited laugh, and lunged forward to grapple with me upright. As she gathered me back into her waiting arms she quickly applied a hold that she had not used before. Maria grabbed my shoulders and spun me around so that she was standing behind me. Her right arm slid over my right shoulder and her left over my left shoulder, her hands meeting behind my back and her fingers clenching into locked position. Her muscular left thigh crossed over mine, anchoring me in place so that I could not move. And then, with a grunt of effort, Maria applied pressure. It was all I could do to keep from crying out in pain .... if not also in submission. I Her bare breasts pressed wetly against my back, nipples thickened and hard, as she gathered me more tightly within her holds. However, the sweat that now soaked our two naked bodies made it difficult for Maria to maintain her hold. Like an eel, I twisted back and forth until I'd broken her devilish hold. Without any wasted motion, I turned around and locked her within a viciously applied bear-hug of my own, while at the same time taking us back onto the bed. Once back among the rumpled bedsheets, she managed to roll us over until she was once again on top. Maria slid forward until those heavy breasts pressed down upon my face, holding my head securely within the deep crevase between those meaty globes. My tongue flicked out to lick the salty sweat that filmed those breasts and found a stiffened nipple to nibble on. I heard Maria's gasp of pleasure. Her wickedly muscled arms slid around my head in a necklock, pulling me even more tightly into her fleshy prison of strength. Then it was my turn to clamp her in a scissors to accompany the bear-hug that I still held locked around her sinewy waist. My thighs slid around her hips, my calves locked against the small of her powerful back as I slowly applied pressure. Maria reared upwards, breaking my bear-hug, holding her upper torso aloft with her arms as she tried to twist within my scissoring thighs. But I held her fast, steadily increasing the pressure like a boa constrictor coiled around its prey. She finally managed to break the hold around her waist, even though I quickly wrapped my thighs around one of hers in a desperate attempt to control her. "Oh-hhhh, yes, that's it", Maria cried out. "You almost have me." We were now laying on our sides joined at the crotch, each squeezing the other's sweat-soaked thigh. My throbbing cock was already jammed against the soft outer lips of her vagina, demanding entry, when I suddenly felt her hand reach down and guide my shaft into her warm sheath. For the briefest of seconds our two naked bodies were still and without movement. Then, slowly, I felt the inner muscles of her vagina begin to contract around my penis in a rhythmic rolling motion. At the same time, I rolled over, mounted her, and began thrusting with my hips .... back and forth, back and forth. I wanted this to last forever, so I altered the pace. Using long, slow, deep strokes I fucked her with deliberate speed. My cock slid up and down, her still-guiding hand urging deeper inside her. The tempo of our thrusting hips became more rapid, our enwrapped bodies slamming against one another in a sexual rhythm that left us panting for breath as we strained and battled on the bed. Maria bucked and heaved beneath me, but I rode her like a world champion bronc rider. Her muscles hardened, her breath was gusting into my ear, and her whole body shuddered with her arousal. "Oh-hhhh, my dear god," Maria sang out. "You have me, you have bested me. I can wrestle no more!" But just at the precise moment she exclaimed her submission, I shot my load as her vagina clamped me a final time and squeezed from me my seed of life. "No, don't you see," I whispered into her ear. "We submitted to each other. We both won, we both lost.". "Yes! You're right, my handsome gringo opponent. THIS wrestle might be concluded, and our animals return to where they will wait in darkness, but though each of us will wrestle with others when we feel the need, we will always remember this erotic combat in which we have taken each other to the very limit of our strength. At last, curled together as tightly as if we were still grappling, we slept for a while before I took my silent leave of her. I did not have the energy for yet another rematch with the lusty Maria. That was the last time I saw Maria The Magnificent. The next morning her trailer was gone, and Maria with it. I had only my memory of that incredible night with the Amazon Aerilist who loved to wrestle. It is possible, I suppose, that there is a more beautiful and stronger woman in this part of the world than Maria Vasquese, one who is more splendidly muscled and a better wrestler, but someone else will have to point out who that might be. Don't ask me to do it, for I am biased. "El Senor Emish"