Back when I was 22 years old, I applied for a job as a massage therapist at an exclusive dude ranch resort in Southern California. When I  drove out for my interview, I was surprised at how remote the place was. It was clear out in the middle of the Mojave Dessert in a sheltered oasis of trees.

 

There were several large pink-colored buildings scattered among the trees, having the appearance of something you'd expect to find in Morocco or Egypt. I could see figures wrapped in white bath robes wandering from one building to the other, and they all appeared to be women. I didn't see another man anywhere around.

 

When I'd parked and gone into the largest of the adobe brick buildings, I asked to see the owner, a Ms. Abigale Jordon. The receptionist, a beautiful American Indian girl, showed me into a private massage room and told me to wait for Ms. Jordon there. It seemed that my interview was going to consist of me giving the owner a massage. In other words, showing her what I could do as a Master Masseur.

 

A few minutes later in walked Ms. Jordon. Although she was an older woman of perhaps forty, she was drop-dead gorgeous. She was dressed in one of those bulky white bath robes so I couldn't judge her figure, but she appeared to be tall, slim and fit. The "fit" part came from seeing her bare arms protruding from the short sleeves of the terry-cloth robe. From the looks of her smoothly sculpted biceps, I figured she played a good game of tennis to build up those arms. But then she dropped her robe!

 

Abigail Jordon was not simply fit, she was just plain ripped. From the wide shoulders, the deep chest supporting a pair of heavy melon-solid breasts, to her 6-pack abs, Ms. Jordon was one of the most beautifully muscled women I'd ever seen. Her long legs were as strongly built as any Olympic runner's, with powerful thighs that tapered down to solid calves and narrow ankles. And as I was soon to discover, those legs held the power of a jungle python.

 

"Hello, I'm the owner of this place and you can call me Ms, Abagail. OK, let's see what kind of a massage you give," the imposing woman continued in a husky contralto. With that, she hopped up onto the massage table and lay face down.  While my eyes roved over the curves and crevasses of her superbly muscled backside, I took a bottle of oil from off the side table and poured some in my palms. I rubbed my hands together to warm both the oil and my hands, and then reached out to make contact with her bare flesh.

 

I usually start with the feet and work my way up, but this time without even thinking I began with her upturned buttocks. As my hands cupped the firm mounds, I felt the woman give a little shiver. My fingers slid across her glutes and I marveled at their resilient firmness, hard as a pair of bowling balls. From there I quickly slid my hands upward until my fingers were clasping her flared lats, kneading the resilient flesh slowly as I spread the oil across her muscular back and powerful shoulders. Then I moved my hands down to her well-developed biceps. The instant I touched them, Ms. Abigail gave each arm a little flex and twin mounds of rock-hard muscularity surged up to fill my hands with their strength. I must have given a little gasp of surprise, because she turned her head and smiled up at me, her eyes twinkling.

 

"Well, you certainly passed the first test," Ms. Abagail murmured up at me. "My muscles didn't seem to frighten you, just surprised you. That's good. Now let me turn over so you can do my front."

 

Ms. Abagail's "front" was even more spectacular than her backside. Her solid breasts thrust up at me, almost inviting me to inspect the firmly contoured curves and stiff, brownish nipples. Well, never one to pass up an invitation, my fingers zeroed in on those melon-solid tits. They filled my hands, the bare flesh smooth and soft. The moment my hands caressed the firm mounds of woman-flesh, her nipples snapped to attention and grew even harder. I couldn't help myself, and my index finger and thumb softly pinched the stiffened nubbins. Ms. Abagail gasped and shivered again, bridging her superb body up in an arch of pleasure.

 

As I often did when massaging a client, I climbed up onto the table so that I could exert more downward pressure with my hands. My knees straddled her lithe hips as I bent over Ms. Abagail's magnificent body and dug my fingers into the round caps of her deltoids. Ms. Abagail suddenly arched up again at my touch, bucking up against me like a wild mare. All that I could do was lock onto her with my legs to keep me from tumbling off the table. Grinding against me as she was doing, I felt my cock growing hard with an erection, squeezed as it was between her body and mine.

 

"Ah-hhh, that's test number two that you've passed.," she whispered in a thick voice. "Let's forget the rest of the interview, I think you've got the job."

 

She suddenly reached up and pulled me down to meet her waiting lips, then gave me one of the most sensual kisses I'd ever experienced. Her arms slid around my back, clamping me to her in a passionate bear-hug. I felt her long legs wrap around my hips and drag me down even more tightly against her bare body. Captured within those powerful arms and the scissoring thighs, I was being gently and erotically squeezed into submission to her glorious strength.

 

I was surprised at her gentleness. I'd somehow expected her to be rougher in her handling of me. But other than the strong clasp of her arms and legs, she moved against me with an almost languid grace, grappling herself around me sinuously until she had me where she wanted me. Then, with a contented sigh, the splendid Amazon flexed her body like a cat. Her whole body seemed to ripple and bulge up against me in a spasm of strength. I had never felt anything like it in my life, and I was both thrilled and frightened at the same time.

 

In a soft whisper, Ms. Abagail then demanded that I worship her magnificent muscularity with both hands and lips. As my fingers slid across her bare flesh, exploring each flexed and rippling muscle, my lips and tongue paid homage to her female strength; licking the flesh, tasting the saltiness of her body, delving into the hidden crevasses of her body with tongue and trembling fingers. I lowered my head, trailing soft kisses along the sweat-filmed skin as I headed down to the V between her muscular thighs. I nuzzled the crinkly dark mat of her pubic hair, my eager tongue searching for the moistened labia lips that guarded the portal of her sex.

 

She had momentarily loosened the grip of her legs so that I could slide down along her body. But when my tongue found its way to her surprisingly thick stub of a clitoris, Ms. Abagail Jordon's sinewy thighs contracted violently. I was once again reminded of what it must feel like to be caught within the coils of a big boa constrictor. Each time I drew a labored breath, her legs clenched a little tighter. And then, finally, there was no breath to be had. I could feel darkness closing in on me #. just at the very moment my hard cock slid firmly into her wet sheath.

 

Suddenly, those mighty thighs relaxed their crushing grip around my upper body. With a sigh, Ms. Jordon released her savagely applied scissor hold and abruptly sat up on the table. I then slid out of her, and off of her, crumpling to the floor, gasping for breath.

 

"I didn't mean to make you engage in test number three," Ms. Abagail said in a worried tone of voice. "But you passed it perfectly in any case." With that she hopped off the top of the table and knelt down beside me, still as naked as the day she was born. However, I was in no condition to further appreciate that splendid body of hers. Even my quickly shriveling manhood showed its disinterest.

 

"Like I said," Ms. Abagail smiled down at me, "You've definitely got the job if you want it."

 

This was the strangest and most bizarre job interview I'd ever experienced. If I had been thinking clearly, I would have said thanks but no thanks to the job, and run away as fast as my long legs could carry me. But I didn't! I would soon come to regret that decision.

 

When I had recovered, and Ms. Abagail had gotten dressed, we went down the hallway to her office. She sat down behind her desk and picked up the telephone to make a call to the gorgeous young Indian squaw receptionist, all the while beaming with pleasure at me.

 

"Strong Bow", she said into the mouthpiece, "Please ask the staff supervisors to come to my office so that they can meet our new massage therapist." She put down the 'phone and stared at me with a dazzling smile.

 

"I think that you're going to fit right in," she said. "I suppose that I should tell you that you are the only male here. The staff is usually composed of only women, just as our guests are all women. The men can visit our sister resort just down the road, but here we restrict our clientele to female only."

 

As Ms. Abagail finished, the door to her office opened and four women entered. Or should I say four young Amazons walked into the room.  Each of them was absolutely magnificent, although each was completely different from the other.

 

"This is Nicole, she's our horse wrangler," Ms. Abagail continued, waving a hand toward the tall, lean, sun-bronzed woman who stood to the far right. She was clad in a pair of Levi's that clung to her hips and butt like a second layer of skin. The woman wore a cotton blouse with short sleeves, open at the neck. My eyes were immediately drawn to her tanned bare arms, and she rewarded my gaze with a playfult twitch of her solid biceps, which sent them leaping up from their place of hiding just beneath the smooth flesh of her arm. My eyes were reluctantly drawn away from Nicole's splendidly lithe physique by the owner's voice.

 

"And this is Sandra, who is our fitness instructor," she said as her hand lazily pointed over to yet another quite attractive woman, this one a blonde.  Not as tall as the lean horse wrangler, this woman had the classic look of someone who yanked around heavy metal weights, but who had stopped way short of attaining the over-built muscularity of a bodybuilder. She looked more like a gymnast than a weightlifter, from what I could tell. She was clad in a sweat suit, which concealed her body from view. But she couldn't hide her wide, supple shoulders or her sinewy hips and long legs. This was a strong athlete.

 

Sandra nodded her head in greeting and held out a hand. I took it and felt her fingers close around mine #. hard! The woman had a grip of steel, and it was all that I could do to keep from sinking down to my knees and begging for mercy. But I poured my own strength into the handshake and saw a hint of respect gleam in Sandra's eyes. She unclasped my hand and stepped back.

 

Our little contest of strength had not escaped Ms. Abagail's attention, and she nodded in satisfaction at my show of spirit. Having already tasted her dominance, I wanted to prove that I was no push-over and didn't intend to be bullied by these other women staff members.

 

Ms. Abagail arched an eyebrow and smiled at me almost as if she had read my mind. She turned to the third woman.

 

"This is Jan, and she's our tennis pro." The woman she pointed to was almost as tall as Nicole the cowgirl, but she was heavier. She was wearing tennis shorts and her long legs were superbly muscled, both in thigh and calf. I loved the way her butt bubbled the back of her shorts. The maximus gluteus muscles were hewn into solid spheres, firm and soft at the same time. My fingers itched to slide themselves around her butt and feel its female curves for myself. I found myself wondering if those thighs were as strong as Ms. Abagail's has been, and began fantasizing about them being scissored around me in a hot and heavy bit of playful wrestling. The quick bout with Ms. Abagail, even as painful as it had been, seemed to have whetted my appetite for more erotic grappling with a woman. I'd always dreamed of wrestling a big, strong, muscular woman, a secret fetish.

 

Once again, Ms. Abagail drew my eyes away from their eager exploration of female pulchritude and back to her. She pointed to the forth woman.

 

"And finally, last but certainly not least, this is Claudia our martial arts instructor. Claudia comes to us from Norway and she teaches our guests self-defense and other interesting 'physical' stuff." Ms. Abagail accented the word "physical" in strange way, which made me wonder what that actually meant.

 

My eyes slid over to Claudia, who most certainly looked Scandinavian with her blue eyes and blonde hair. She was as tall, but not nearly as heavily muscled, as her three co-workers, but there was something about her that hinted at a tigerish strength. She, too, wore a sweat suit so it was difficult to discern her physique. My fantasy was that her body would be as finely muscled as an anatomy chart on a doctor's wall; each muscle etched, each sinew striated, rippling and coiling into sight when flexed, softly hidden when not called upon for use. Frankly, this Norwegian blonde goddess turned me on more than any of the women I'd met so far#. other than Ms. Abagail Jordon, of course.

 

So I went to work there, despite a lingering sense of apprehension. The days turned into weeks, a blur of naked bodies that I massaged one after the other. It was obvious that a few of the female guests wanted something more than a massage, but I studiously kept to the straight and narrow. Actually, Ms. Abigail had warned me about any extracurricular activities with the guests. But I was really getting horney.

 

Then, at the end of my sixth week there at the resort, Nicole the wrangler knocked on my door and invited me to "join the girls" at a little party. I was rather surprised to see that the cowgirl wore a pair of very brief exercise shorts, which revealed a pair of surprisingly well-muscled legs #.. all the better for gripping the horses she rode each day. Nicole also wore a cut-off sweatshirt that left her stomach bare. And what a stomach she had! She had a perfectly etched six-pack set of abs on that flat tummy. The more I saw of the tall, slim wrangler, the better I liked her.

 

Nicole led me toward the resort's spacious gym, but I noticed that all the windows were darkened. No lights showed. That puzzled me for a moment, but my attention was quickly distracted by Nicole's swaying hips and cute, curvaceous ass #. solidly sculpted to sit a saddle. I had never been in the gym since it wasn't in my area of work. I'd often wondered what it was like in there, and now I would find out.

 

She took out a key, unlocked the heavy outer door, and we went inside. For a moment I had trouble seeing in the dim light of the shadowy room. There was only one overhead light on, and it was in the far corner of the big space. There were strange sounds coming from there, a kind of bumping and thumping. I moved forward with Nicole to get a better look. The sight that my eyes beheld took my breath away. 

 

On a big mat in that corner of the gym, two women were locked in fierce battle - both of them half-nude! Two other women stood at the edge of the mat, urging on the two combatants with excited shouts of encouragements. It was Ms. Abagail and Sandra who ringed the mat, which meant that the two tangled bodies must be Jan and Claudia. So tightly were their bodies locked together that it was nearly impossible to recognize the wrestlers, except for Claudia's Nordic blonde hair.

 

"Ms. Abagail get to wrestle the winner," drawled Nicole. "Then Sandra takes on whoever wins that match. After that, it's your turn to wrestle with me," she finished with a slow grin that held no mirth. It was the cruel smile of a predator about to attack her prey. Nicole was possessed of a sinuous physique that exuded power. Her supple leanness concealed strength that her slender figure only hinted at, the kind of strength necessary to break wild horses and unwary men. And I could hardly wait until she and I wrestled.

 

Ms. Abagail spotted us in the doorway and walked quickly over to where we stood. Sandra, the resort's fitness instructor, continued to stare fixedly at the two wrestlers, her eyes shining with a strange intensity. It was obvious that she was turned-on by the women straining there on the mat. But then, the two half-nude, firm-muscled Amazons were turning me on, too!

 

"Welcome to our wrestle party," Ms. Abagail said to me. "It's something that we girls do every few weeks, just to let off steam. I trust that it doesn't offend your sensibilities?" She then gave me a big smile. Well now, I don't know about being offended, but I do know that the sight of the two entwined wrestlers was definitely effecting my "sensibilities" in terms of arousal.

 

"Ah-hhh, I see that the wrestling does bother you, in an interesting way." As she spoke her eyes traveled down to my crotch, which at the moment was tented outward from the huge, rock-hard erection that was growing in size every second that I watched the tangled muscular female bodies locked together on the wrestling mat.

 

"The gym is normally off-limits to men, for obvious reasons," continued the tall, imposing resort owner. We girls don't like to be clothing-constrained in our exercising, as you can see with Claudia and Jan. But if you don't mind a little nudity, which you obviously do not,' she said with a chuckle and a nod to my crotch, "then it's time for you to gain some 'special' gym privileges. I'm sure that Nicole here would be glad to show you the ropes, so to speak."

 

Nicole the cowgirl gave a hearty laugh and pushed me forward with a hand at my back. In another second we were standing at the edge of the mat, watching the action taking place. At that moment, Claudia appeared to be winning, but Jan was far from ready to give up yet.

 

The blonde Claudia had her opponent locked in a combination half-nelson and scissor lock, with Jan's muscular body captured and pinned beneath Claudia's own sleek weight. Jan had one of her strong arms clasped tightly around Claudia's neck as well, so that both of the women were head-to-head. Jan's other arm was slid between her own body and one of Claudia's thighs, trying to pry the crushing limbs apart. The effort made Jan's hard-flexed shoulder muscles bulge as she strained to escape Claudia's devilish hold, but the blonde merely scissored her powerful thighs even more tightly around the woman, drawing the brunette even more tightly against her sweat-soaked body.

 

They were breathing heavily now, their hot breath gusted onto one another's effort-reddened faces, faces that were slick with sweat as they strained together on the mat. I could hear soft moans coming from both women. I couldn't tell if the sounds were from pleasure or pain, or perhaps a combination of both.

 

Claudia grunted as she applied even more pressure to her scissor hold. Jan answered with a tortured UGG-GGGGG; half muffled scream, half gurgle of effort as she continued her attempt at escape from Claudia's clutches.

 

Their magnificently muscled bodies were shining with the wetness of sweat, a slickness that made it ever more difficult for them to maintain their respective holds. The aroma of perspiration pervaded the gym, mixed with the subtle scent of female sexual arousal. And my head was reeling from it all.

 

They had been wrestling now for almost twenty minutes, the last five in that slow-motion grappling that left both combatants in near stalemate. Granted, Claudia had the more damaging hold of the two, but Jan's powerfully muscled arms were still locked tightly around Claudia's neck, slowly cutting off the blonde's air supply. It was thighs versus arms, and usually the scissoring thighs would prevail if the match continued for long.

 

Somehow, perhaps due to the slickness of their bodies, Jan was able to twist her body until she was face-to-face with Claudia. Their breasts were crushed together, flat belly hard against the other's rippling belly, their loins jammed together, hips undulating up and down in a slow sensual rhythm. To my eyes, they looked more like a pair of lovers than two wrestlers, although at this point in their struggle for mastery it might have been a bit of both. Their two half-nude bodies hardly moved as they struggled in ultra slow-motion. It was obvious that the end of the match was near, unless Jan could do something to battle free of Claudia's hard-locked holds.

 

In frustration, Jan reached up and grabbed a handful of Claudia's blonde hair, and yanked the martial art instructor's head back until the neck was arched into what must have been excruciating pain. Claudia gave a cry and tried to lean back to relieve the pressure. In doing so, she released her scissors for a fraction of a second. It was all the time Jan needed. Like an eel she slid free of the clasped thighs, spun around behind Claudia, and slipped her arms up and under Claudia's armpits to secure a full-nelson. She pressed her bare upper body against Claudia's sweaty back, pushing the blonde's head down as she cinched up her neck hold. The sharp pain caused Claudia to cry out in agony. Now it was the beautiful tennis pro who was very much in-charge. She was able to bring her over-developed tennis arms into play, their explosive power surging into the full-nelson that she had been able to apply on Claudia.

 

"Do you give?" Jan panted into Claudia's ear. "Come on, Bitch, I've got you now, you've been out-wrestled and you know it.". Her demand for surrender was made in a good-humored tone, but there was an edge to it.

She really did want to force the big blonde to submit, something until now she had never been able to accomplish in their private wrestling matches.

 

The problem for the big tennis pro was that the woman she held immobile in that terrible hold was a highly skilled ground-grappler and knew tricks that Jan had never known existed. Helped by the slickness of their wet bodies, the blonde squirmed within the tennis pro's grip, at the same time dragging her arms down against the bulging biceps of her opponent, forcing her arms apart. Jan lost her grip, just as Claudia twisted around to face her captor and shove her own hard-muscled body against Jan's to force her to lose balance. A split-second later, the stunned Jan found herself back beneath Claudia's supple weight, her own hold broken and now a prisoner within the big blonde's hard-locked wrestling holds again.

 

"Not now, not ever," panted Claudia into Jan's ear. "You're not woman enough to make me give. And now, sweetie, let me show you how it's done."

 

Once again Claudia wrapped her long legs around her opponent, and at the same time put the young Amazon into a crushing neck-lock. This time the scissors was not applied to Jan's waist, but rather they were locked around the woman's muscular thighs. Claudia then pulled Jan's body backward, at the same time holding the other wrestler's lower body down with her encircled legs. The result was that Jan was strung as tight as a drawn bow!

 

The match was over, all of us who stood looking down on the two half-naked wrestlers knew it and so did Jan. One hand slapped the mat hard, signaling her submission. Claudia had won. And now, according to Nicole, Sandra would take on Ms. Abaagail. And THAT, I thought, would be a wrestle worth watching. The owner's wickedly muscled legs versus Sandra's superbly muscled upper body strength.

 

I found myself wondering which of those magnificent females would prevail in such an ultimate contest of female strength. My inclination was to bet on the older and slightly larger Ms. Abagail, since I'd already experienced the power of her splendidly muscled body. But could she beat the equally well-muscled fitness instructor. I could hardly wait to see!

 

The resort's beautiful owner quickly shed her clothing as did Sandra the fitness instructor. Like Claudia and Jan, the two women were attired in quite skimpy and revealing thongs, but bare to the waist. Obviously, freedom of movement was far more important to these women than any thought of false modesty #. even with a man present.

 

It was the first time I had seen Sandra not encased in her ever-present sweats. And of course I'd already seen Ms. Abagail in all her glory. The contrast between the two female bodies was very slight. At first glance it appeared that Ms. Abagail had an advantage in height, and her long legs evidencing a powerful muscularity that more than hinted at a ferocious strength. But then, as I inspected Sandra's powerful thighs, built up from countless hours of deep squats, I could see that if it developed into a battle of legs then I wouldn't bet either way.

 

Their upper bodies were virtually the same; both of them wide shouldered and full breasted, their bellies flat and corded with sinew, their arms showing hard-curved biceps. They were two absolutely magnificent Amazon women, ready to determine which was the Alpha Female by means of this competitive all-out wrestle.

 

They both moved toward the center of the wide mat, circling slowly with arms outstretched, fingers beckoning each other to close and wrestle. But when they finally did come together only their jutting breasts came into contact. They moved their shoulders from side to side, and with a feathery touch of flesh against flesh their nipples jousted. They allowing their heavy tits to rub back and forth until their nipples were as hard as pencil erasures.

 

The two female wrestlers locked themselves more tightly together, slowly entwining their muscular bodies, fitting themselves as close as possible until it seemed they were glued together. Their lithely curved hips began to rotate, one clockwise, the other counter-clockwise as their strong arms harnessed around each other's backs. Their pelvises were rocked forward so that their groins were hard-locked, both of them enjoying the electrifying feeling that the friction produced as their hips worked back and forth. Had they not been wearing those brief thongs, their bushes would be tangling, their clits would be wrestling. But even as it was, they were both becoming aroused.

 

Ms. Abagail chin was on Sandra's muscular shoulder, her eyes wide open and staring into space, as if watching her own fantasy playing out in her minds-eye. But she certainly wasn't distracted from the action at hand. Almost without conscious thought, Ms. Abagail's arms tightened around her opponent. Smoothly curved biceps popped up, thrusting up from hiding to form balls of strength. Then, as she was executing a dance step, the magnificently muscled resort owner slid a powerful thigh between Sandra's legs, locking it behind the other woman's knee, and wrenched her off-balance.

 

They went down to the mat with a thud. The two wrestlers locked holds and were quickly knotted together in a tangle of limbs. Their half-nude bodies wrapped together as legs and arms entwined, moving quickly from one hold to another as they wrestled with furious strength. The fitness instructor quickly attained a combination of holds that left Ms. Abagail locked into a seemingly unbreakable hold within a prison of firm female flesh.

 

I could hardly believe that the older woman had allowed herself to be dominated so early in the match. Little did I know that the resort owner knew exactly what she was doing.

 

As the two entangled bodies strained and struggled on the mat, perspiration began glistening on their over-heated flesh. The wetness exaggerated the sculptured muscularity, seeming to reveal each corded sinew into bold relief.

My eyes hardly knew where to focus, which gleaming body to fasten my gaze upon. I had never been so sexually aroused in my life!

 

I looked covertly over at cowgirl Nicole, to see if she was noticing my bulging cock thrusting out against the fabric of my trousers. But her eyes were locked on the two embattled figures, and I noticed that her breath was becoming rapid as she watched the nearly naked wrestlers. Ah-hhhh, I thought to myself, wrangler Nicole was getting just as erotically aroused as I was. And since the two of us would be wrestling next, I wondered how that might work out between us. I could hardly wait to get that lean, sexy cowgirl in my clutches, or me in hers.

 

Meanwhile, Ms. Abagail and Sandra were still grappling there on the mat, wrestling with a fierce intensity that completely excluded the rest of us from their attention. They did not flop or roll, instead they lay locked in each other's arms and legs straining in slow-motion. Only the ripple of muscle and the panting of breath evidenced the effort each was putting into the effort of their titanic struggle for dominance.

 

Then, suddenly, I noticed something rather strange. They were now glued together in a kind of double-scissors in what could only be called a 69 position. Facing away from one another, each had one thigh of the other locked within the grip of her legs, each riding the sweat-slick thigh of her opponent. Situated as they were, their crotches were joined, jammed tight in the V of their muscular legs. But I was more aware of the slow humping motion of their lower bodies, the rhythmic thrust of lithe hips in an ultra-slow movement that looked for all the world like they were fucking one another's thighs. And actually, they were!

 

Little gasps and moan were coming from both women. I heard Ms. Abagail whispering to Claudia with labored breath #. "I've got you now, you sexy little bitch!"

 

"You think so, huh? replied Sandra into her opponent's ear. "I'll ride you all the way 'til you orgasm, Boss. It will be you who gets off first, not me."

 

Ah-ha! It was then that I understood. The wrestling was merely foreplay, the object was not to make the other submit, but to squeeze them into an explosive and shuddering female orgasm. So wait a minute, that meant that when the horse wrangler Nicole and I matched muscles, it would end in an erotic #.. well, I could only hope I was correct.

 

Now the two tight-locked bodies on the mat were humping one another with ever-mounting speed. Both women's hands were caressing the body of the other, tracing the hard-flexed muscles with eager fingers, worshiping the magnificently sculpted sinews. Their mouths were busing, too. Lips were locked, tongues grappling, kissing one another with a feverish passion that left them breathless and shuddering with arousal.

 

Then, suddenly, Ms. Abagail rolled, swiveled around and heaved the other woman atop her. Her mighty thighs had given up her hold around Sandra's leg and instead moved to wrap them around the fitness teacher's hips. Her calves rode Sandra's hard-muscled back, ankles crossed and locked, clenching the scrappy blonde within a vise of Amazonish strength.

 

Ms. Abagail's legs had somehow pushed Sandra's thong down so that it was entangled on her thighs. Since it was interfering with Sandra's attempts to free herself, Sandra reached down and slid free of the thong bottom, leaving her gloriously nude.

 

As if by an unspoken agreement, the two wrestlers unlocked themselves just long enough for Ms. Abagail to slip out of her own thong. Now both wrestlers were naked, their magnificent bodies gleaming. Then they resumed their holds, fitting themselves together just as they had been earlier.

 

Their crotches were now jammed tightly together, but now unencumbered with clothing. Engorged and distended clits jousted with one another. Their naked loins moved together in a frenzy of motion, the friction building almost intolerably now. This Trib action was the ultimate wrestling hold between two lusty females, and their naked wrestle could now end in only one way #. an orgasmic submission!

 

In another few seconds the nude body of the martial arts instructor began shivering and shuddering as her climax overtook her. I heard Claudia's muffled scream of sexual surrender just as I also heard Ms. Abagail's own cry #."Uncle!" she panted out. "I give up, I can't wrestle any longer, you have me!"

 

If there had been a referee, the match would have surely been called a draw. But an officiator was unneeded, since both women knew they had cum at the same instant. Their erotic wrestle had come to an end. Now it would be my turn with lean, mean Nicole the cowgirl. And after what I'd just seen there on the mat with Ms. Abagail and Claudia, I could hardly wait.

 

The tall horse wrangler turned to me and crooked a finger. "OK, lad, let's go to the mat and see if those pretty muscles of yours are just for looks. I've wanted to tangle with you since the day I met you in the Boss's office."

 

With that, Nicole began wriggling out of those too-tight shorts and slipping off her sweat shirt. As she did so, she glanced over at me with a devilish grin.

 

"So, what do 'ya say we strip down and wrestle naked? Or are you too much of a prude for that."

 

Like I said earlier, I'm not one to refuse an invitation so I quickly shed my own clothes, slipped out of my Jockey shorts, and joined Nicole on the mat. Now that I could see her physique unencumbered by clothing, I saw that my fantasy of her when I'd first been introduced to her in the resort owner's office had been correct. She in superb condition with a physique to match.

 

Her splendidly developed body was absolutely ripped! It appeared that each muscle was delineated, every sinew etched as if by the hand of a master artist. The tough, hard work of breaking wild horses had molded her physique into rawhide strength and muscularity. She was magnificent!

 

What totally surprised me though, was the size and shapeliness of her breasts. They were firm and conical in shape, not really large, but certainly not on the smallish side either. They sat on her wide muscular chest like a pair of half-grapefruits. Big enough to fill a guy's hands (or a girls, too, for that matter), and were so firmly solid that on another woman they might have appeared silicone enhanced. But they were all hers, as I would quickly discover for myself.

 

While I had been looking, Nicole had been stretching and warming up. Once again she crooked a finger at me, motioning me to meet her on the mat. I was more than ready to oblige.

 

Perhaps I'd better mention something about my own physique, since I've spent so much time describing the women's. I'm five-ten, and I weigh in at about 165. Massaging people all day develops strong arms and hands, but my lower body simply wasn't in as good a shape. My legs were fairly long and had a decent muscle tone in my thighs and calves, but they were not even close to being as strong as Nicole's. Once again, it appeared that the match would be fought on a basis of legs versus upper torso strength, which meant that I'd have to stay away from the horse wrangler's powerful thighs.

 

Nicole prowled around me on the wrestling mat like a lean black panther, her dark eyes locked onto mine. Her muscular arms were outstretched as if to welcome me into her embrace. but I wasn't sure I wanted to trade bear-hugs with her quite yet. Instead, I lowered my head and ploughed into her, taking her down to the mat where I hoped that I'd have the advantage in getting her in a combination of holds that avoided those lethal legs of hers.

 

However, I hadn't planned on her having the knowledge of counter-holds that she immediately evidenced. Before I knew it, I was flat on my back with Nicole stretched out atop me, her hands locking my wrists to the mat, her long legs on the inside of mine with her feet pushing my ankles apart in a grapevine. I tried to arch up and dislodge her, forgetting that she was used to wild horses bucking when she rode them. And she was certainly riding me at that moment. She stretched further along my body until her bare breasts were practically covering my upturned face. As I frantically moved my head from side to side, my face brushed first one nipple and then the other. It took only a couple of seconds of that before I felt those dark nipples stiffening into hard, thick, rubbery points.

 

I heard a soft murmur escape Nicole's parted lips as the friction continued to build against her breasts. She dropped her hold around my wrists and sent her strongly muscled arms curling around my sides, her hands locking under my back. She wrenched upward, securing her bear-hug even tighter. What it did was also mash those delectable breasts flatter against my chest. I really liked the feel of her solid mounds of woman-flesh against me, and scootched my body to the left and to the right, reveling in the feel of her flesh on mine.

 

Now, while all my attention had riveted on her breasts, I had just completely forgotten about her smooth loins pressing down on my groin #. but my cock hadn't. It was beginning to arouse itself like a slowly uncoiling snake. I felt the head of my member pushing against the already moistened lips of her labia, and so did Nicole!

 

"Hey, pardner, no sex wrassling yet," the cowgirl chuckled. "It ain't time for any shenanigans just yet. If you want me, buckeroo, you've got to take me."

 

Now THAT was a challenge both me and my still-uncoiling cock were up for. Besides, I was too old fashion to not want to be on top, missionary style.

I reared up, shoving with my heels against the slick mat, and rolled over onto my muscular opponent. I gathered her neck securely between my elbow and forearm in a neck-lock, while the other arms curled under one of her thighs in a cradle-hold. I strained to bring her legs up at the same time as I pulled her head down. I was rewarded with a muffled yelp of surprise from the captured cowgirl. The problem now was that I didn't know how to capitalize on my dual holds.

 

Nicole, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly what she wanted to do. I felt her other leg suddenly slide around my own neck, locking it between her powerful thigh and dancer-solid calf in a one-legged scissor-lock. she yanked downward with the leg, which pried me loose from the two holds I'd been able to imprison her in, and a split-second later she was free.

 

It took her only an instant to scramble around behind me and catch me in a rear-scissors around my waist. At the same moment she slid her muscled forearms beneath my arms, reach up with her hands to clasp them behind my neck, and put me in a wrenching full-nelson. Nicole gave a quiet chuckle as she quickly tightened both holds.

 

"Got ya dude," she breathed in my ear. "I'm gonna tie you up like a calf at branding time, then have my way with you."

 

Ordinarily, I would have been excited by her promise to "have her way with me", but not in my present position. Being squeezed almost in two wasn't my idea of foreplay, even if it was Nicole's. But how in the world was I going to get myself out of this predicament?

 

I tried powering my arms down against hers, pushing against the flexed bulges of her biceps. But it was like trying to move a pair of rocks. Next, I bent as far forward as I could and pawed at her encircled thighs with both of my hands. It was like trying to pull apart an industrial spring, taking far more strength than I had. In fact, at that moment I didn't feel very strong at all. This splendidly muscled cowgirl was just plain outwrestling me! But it wasn't over for me yet.

 

Nicole's over-heated bare body was becoming slick with sweat as she poured on the pressure. I realized that if I twisted around sharply within her prison of muscular flesh, I could maybe change my position enough to escape those dual holds of female power. I gave it another minute, straining against her as I twisted, her efforts to hold me causing even more perspiration to flow and coat her naked flesh. I also realized that her hard-locked scissors must have been tough for her to maintain this long without weakening a little. I took a big breath, expanding my lats against her locked arms, and made my move.

 

I jerked my upper torso forward violently, at the same time twisting my hips.

The unexpected movements caught the beautiful horse wrangler by surprise, and I popped free of the full-nelson and slid around within her powerful legs until I'd broken her scissor-lock as well. I rolled across the sweat-slick mat and scrambled up to my knees. Nicole was still lying on the mat, her face a mask of puzzlement.

 

"Hey, now how did ya pull that off?" Nicole muttered. "I didn't think ya had it in you, massage man. You might just be a little competition after all."

 

And with that, the tall sinewy cowgirl climbed to her feet and came toward me with wary steps. This time it was Nicole's turn to launch a short-spaced tackle that took us back down to the wrestling mat in a flurry of limbs. For a few seconds a hold would be applied and then broken, as we traded grips back and forth. First one of us would be on top and then the other, as we rolled slowly across the mat. Both our bodies were flexed with effort, as we heaved and tumbled. The perspiration made holds difficult to maintain, but it was an unbelievably erotic sensation of feeling flesh on flesh, wet body slithering against an equally sweat-soaked body. If you have ever felt wet rubble, then you know what I mean.

 

I was finally able to get Nicole beneath me face down on the slick mat. I was riding her hard, my groin jammed up against the rounded curve of Nicole's buttocks. Every time that her glutes flexed, I felt them ripple and bulge against my cock which was imprisoned between our two bodies. My rigid member had slipped into the crevasse between her butt cheeks, so that every time Nicole squeezed her glutes it felt as if a hand was milking my cock. It was the ultimate masturbatory wrestling hold.

 

As my eyes glazed over and my breathing built to a panting crescendo, I lost my concentration. This was all my muscular opponent needed. She suddenly rolled to her right, scrambling from beneath me, and twisted around within my clutches.

 

Suddenly, we were back face-to-face again. We were stretched out against one another full length, holding each other with locked arms and scissored legs. Jammed up against her silky crotch, my big cock, still rigidly erect from its glute-stroking, brushed against the thick mat of hair guarding her sex. The crinkly pubic hair tickled my erect member, causing it to become even more aroused. OK, that was it! It was time to win this strange arotically intense wrestle. I shifted my hips to just the right angle and plunged downward with a grunt, sinking my shaft deeply into her welcoming sheath.

 

"Ah-hhh#." moaned the cowgirl, her own hips raising to meet my thrust. "I wondered when ya were going to get around to that hold, massage man. Now, see if you're man enough to take me before I make you cum."

 

THAT was a challenge that I was ready and willing to undertake! And so our wrestling took on a new tempo and a new urgency.

Her muscular arms pulled me close to her jutting breasts as her belly heaved up to meet mine. I felt the subtle ripple of her ridged abs against my stomach

as she arched up beneath me. Her splendidly muscled thighs slid around my back, pulling me down with pressing calves and locked ankles. But this time it wasn't a crushing scissors, it was rather an enveloping clasp of thighs that formed one of the oldest "holds" know to man and woman #. the love-lock.

 

Our rhythm slowed until our hips were thrusting up and down to an unheard musical accompaniment, that of the Bolero. Our two bodies became as one, a tight ball of interlocked muscular limbs and sweat-drenched nude bodies.

 

It was then that I felt the first stirrings of an oncoming orgasm. It was building like a midnight freight train speeding down the tracks. For once in my life I didn't want the love-making to end, didn't want to ejaculate just yet.

I was enjoying the "wrestling" foreplay too much to want it to end in climax.

 

But then I heard Nicole making strange little noises in her throat which sounded something like a low growl, and I sensed that she, too, was ready to reach her own explosive orgasm.

 

"Yeah! That's it, you've got me #.. and now you can take me the rest of the way," the muscular Amazon wrestler cried out to me. And so I did!

 

As I allowed myself to reach climax, pumping my hips like a piston, cowgirl Nicole bucked and surged beneath me, still growling deep in her throat. Then it was over. I had actually outwrestled and out-fucked an Amazon.

 

                                 

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Still locked within Nicole's muscular thighs, I heard the sound of applause and delighted laughter coming from the edge of the wrestling mat. I looked up and saw all the women looking down at us. I managed to give a victorious grin, as sweat dripped off my nose. Beneath me, still locked in place, Nicole gave a contented sigh and unclasped her powerful thighs from around my back. As I shifted my weight in preparation of rolling off her, Nicole's muscular arms slid around my neck and pulled me down for a final tangle of tongues.

 

Later, after a quick shower and getting dressed, I came back into the gym. Ms. Abagail and all four women were waiting for me.

 

"You did really well," exclaimed Ms. Abagail. "I'd never in a million years have thought you could beat Nicole, but you did #. decisively! And now let me explain what this "wrestling' is all about."

 

The four young Amazons gather around us and sat down on the edge of the mat. Ms. Abagail gestured me to do the same and took a seat herself. Then she began.

 

"As you know, this resort caters only to women. You happen to be the only male within ten miles. So we girls get pretty horny. Claudia, our beautiful martial arts instructor came up with a solution, one which I might add has proven to be a terrific way to work out our "kinks", if you'll pardon the pun. Once a month, usually at the full moon, we girls get together and wrestle in our own unique style."

 

Ms. Abagail gave me a conspiratorial wink as she delivered that last line. The other women chuckled as well. Cowgirl Nicole, who was seated beside me, gave me a little squeeze and a grin.

 

"We don't mind at all if the wrestling becomes erotic, in fact to be truthful that's the object," the resort owner continued. But although our individual tastes run toward, hmmm #. how should I put it #.. lesbian lovemaking, we all still crave a hard cock once in a while. So we drew straws and Nicole won. She won you, but only if you could "win" her in an all-out wrestle."

 

Nicole turned her head and grinned at me, a strange gleam of anticipation in her eyes. I wondered if she'd demand a rematch."

 

"While the two of you were tangling, we all drew straws again, and guess who won this time? Yep, little old me! So what do you say, now or later?"

 

I reluctantly begged off of that match between me and Ms. Abagail, I was just too worn out from my love-tussle with the lean-sinewed horse wrangler Nicole. But I promised my magnificently muscled boss that we would tangle on the mat at the next full-moon.

 

And that was my introduction to the rather kinky athleticism of the women of that desert resort. Let's just say that I enjoyed a rather long period of employment at that resort, and just as long a series of late-night wrestles in that women-only, anything goes gym.

 

 

If truth be told, I'm afraid that I seldom won many matches over the months that I worked there, but I was always rewarded for my efforts by my muscular female opponents. I was just never sure who it was who "took" who in the final pin.

 

The desert resort has long since been closed. Actually, Ms. Abagail decided to take the blonde Amazon Claudia on a round-the-world cruise, where I'm sure the two women enjoyed many a lusty private wrestle. The rest of the women went their own way #. except for cowgirl Nicole. She ended up wrestling me double-or-nothing for a wedding ring, and we've been happily married for all these years.

 

Just goes to show you, your next job might end up like mine did. If it does, then let me know about it. In any case, I'm sure glad I interviewed for the massage job all those years ago. Lots of good erotic memories!

 

 

Emish, The Massage Man