If anything, her body looked better than it had in years . . . the muscularity more developed and defined; the flesh taut and glowing, her breasts seemingly fuller and more solid than usual. She felt powerful, her body pulsing with strength. All this because she had accepted a young woman's invitation to wrestle with her, a woman she had never seen before that weekend.

The mirror reflected back an image of a middle-aged woman who still had a ultra-fit body. Bea liked what she saw. A feeling of immense pride flowed through her.

She had done it all by herself. She had slowly sculpted that body of hers into a physique that was at once both strongly muscled and smoothly curved. A splendidly athletic body, yet still sleekly rounded and totally feminine. The flesh seemed well-tanned, but it was more of a genetic swarthiness. Many people mistook Bea for having Gypsy blood. When the James Bod film "From Russia With Love" first came out years ago, Bea was often asked by men, who were caught up in their own fantasies, if she had played the dark-haired Gypsy girl who had starred in the no-holds-barred screen fight.

The memory illicited a chuckle from Bea, since it was that film which had more than anything else contributed to her predilection for wrestling with another woman in half-naked erotic combat.

As she replayed that old memory tape in her mind, Bea chuckled again at the thought that she as now considered to be one of the best amateur female wrestlers in the world, and had traveled all over to meet challangers like Claudia; strong, well-muscled women who thought they might beat the Champ in 'mano a mano' female combat. And this splendidly muscled young woman, who had invited Bea for a weekend of exciting wrestling, was about the best she'd ever met. In fact, last night's session had been THE most sexually stimulating that Bea had ever known.

While Beatrice didn't think of herself as being a "lesbo", she had long ago discovered that a good straining wrestling match with another well-muscled female could get her as sexually aroused as if she were "getting it on" with a man. It wasn't that one was any better than the other, the two events were . . . well, different!

Bea wasn't comfortable with calling herself "bisexual", although in reality she was sure that this probably was what she was. Bea was simply a VERY sexual woman, who got her kicks in ways that most other women did not. But, fortunately for her, Bea had found plenty of females (and just as many males!) over the years who shared her love of sensuous erotic combat.

But one thing was true, Beatrice liked nothing better than to wrestle another woman to a sexual submission, making the other female "cum" before she herself was "pinned" by an orgasm. If that was too kinky for most folks, then so be it.

With a quick shake of her head, Bea brought herself back from her stroll down Memory Lane, and let her eyes focus once again on her reflection in the mirror.

Bea had never felt so strong, never looked more splendidly athletic as she did at that very minute. The weekend of athletic effort had been good for her, the best exercise she'd had in years. Bea raised an arm and flexed a rounded bicep, delighting in the way the firm muscle slid smoothly under her swarthy skin.

Bea lowered her arm, then positioned both hands until they could cup her firm breasts and gently lifted them. Not an inch of sag, she thought to herself. She flexed her pectorals, feeling them raise her melon-solid mounds higher, while at the same time thrusting them out to even greater prominance. A thumb slid over to rub over one nipple, and Bea was quickly rewarded with a stiffening hardness beneath her touch.

Her fingers slid down to her flat belly, where they traced the taut ridges of her abs. Then they moved on down to examine her lithe hips, following the solid curves around to her buns. Bea tensed her glutes, her fingers probing the rubber-solid flesh, feeling the muscles bunch into hard globes. The hands moved on down to her thighs. Bea had dancer's legs; long and lithe, powerfully sinewed in both thigh and calf.She pointed a toe, slightly raised her leg, rotated her ankle to the left, and flexed. Her long leg suddenly resembled an anatomy chart on some doctor's wall, with each straiated muscle standing out in bold relief. Bea smiled at her reflection, well-satisfied at what she saw.

The sudden smile transformed Bea's face into something approaching beauty, but not quite making it. The chin was a little too strong, her nose slightly bent from an elbow that had broken it during a match several years ago, lips that were a trifle too sullen. It was a face that was more handsome than beautiful, possessing a fashion model's angularity of features. A strangely attractive face, that's about the most that could be said. That didn't bother Bea any, not being a raving beauty. Her appearance suited her own taste, and that was good enough for her. It was also good enough for the men (and women) who seemed to be drawn to Bea like moths to a flame.

Bea was so transfixed by her reflection in the mirror that she didn't sense the presence of the person who stood quietly looking at her, until she heard the sound of musical laughter.

"Hey, are you going to stand there admiring yourself all evening." said a teasing voice behind Bea. The older woman quickly turned around, her eyes widening as she saw that Claudia was standing in the doorway, just as nude as she was!

Bea let her eyes wander over the other woman's long body, delighting once again in the pure athleticism of the younger female's well-muscled physique. And a slight shiver of excitement crept through Bea as she thought of that superb body crushed against her own in the wrestles the two of them had enjoyed during this long weekend.

Claudia's sleek shoulders were capped by strongly molded deltoids, which in turn flowed down into rounded biceps and strong forearms. Claudia had a wide chest upon which sat two melon-solid breasts, held firmly aloft by carved pecs. Below was the taut flatness of her belly, with heavily indented abdominals chisled-out four to each side of the shadowed center dividing line.

Slowly, Bea's gaze lowered to Claudia's long thighs and strongly rounded calves. She examined the youger woman's limbs with a connoisseur's practiced eye. delighting in what she saw. Bea had felt the strength of those superbly muscled legs scissored around her own body on many occasions these past two days, and it made Bea shiver with excitement to remember how those python-like thighs had felt clasped so tightly around her.

"Well, don't you think that we should get started," asked Claudia with a gleam of anticipation in her eye.

"Sure, let's do it," replied Beatrice, remembering with a pang of sorrow that this would be their final match. "Yes, my dear, let's us two 'perverts' see who can make the other cum first," laughed Bea. "We've only got tonight left before I have to leave for home, so let's not waste a minute of that time."

The two women turned without another word and padded down the hallway, heading for the spacious master bedroom where a large wrestling mat had been laid out. Claudia had already lit a number of candles, and there was a fire in the fireplace, otherwise the room was bathed in shadow. The light of the flickering flames played over their bodies, accentuating the clefts and curves of their sleekly muscled figures.

This time there was no trash-talk, and no need to discuss the rules of their engagement. Both knew what to do, and how to do it. For several seconds the two women stood in silence, staring at one another. Then they both moved forward; one, slow, shuffling step at a time, as if hynotized by the sight of each other. The two women stopped only when their jutting breasts came into contact. Claudia's nipples began to harden as the two sets of solid globes slid together . . . slowly, and very lightly, with almost a feathery touch of flesh against flesh.

The two gloriously nude females stood toe-to-toe, letting their nipples joust and play, allowing their heavy tits to rub back and forth. It was as if the two women were dreamily engaged in a slow, sensual and highly erotic dance to some unheard music. They held one another tightly, their strong arms harnessed around each other's backs.

First one would press her upper body against the other's, wriggling as close as possible, fitting her body against the other woman's until they seemed glued together from head to toe. While their heavy breasts were slowly sliding back and forth, their lower bodies were grinding together in an ever-quickening rhythm. Their lithe hips began to rotate, one clockwise, the other counter-clockwise. Their thickly matted bushes were entangled, clit searching for clit, juices already beginning to flow.

Then, as their hips pumped, their arms clasped around one another, wrapped behind their straining backs in dual bearhugs. Ever so slowly their arms tightened, almost in slow-motion. Smoothly carved biceps emerged from hiding to flex up into sight, at the same time as shoulders bunched with effort. Their bare backs, already gleaming with a sheen of perspiration, became a playground for scampering, rippling female muscularity. It had begun.

The two women were now engaged in the final and decisive test of their strength and resolve . . . wrestling naked, nothing coming between their glistening bodies but flesh itself.

It wasn't so unusual for the two such athletic women to wrestle nude. Unlike men, women's genitalia were less exposed to injury, more protected and out of the way. The only protuberances to get in the way were breasts, not penises. Then, too, when a man and a woman grapple, it usually isn't very long before the man would become aroused and get an erection, which made the process of pressing their bodies together in close-locked holds quite awkward . . . among other potential problems. But women are anatomically different, since their genitals are placed safely up between their legs. The only evidence of a woman's sexual arousal was vaginal wetness, not an erection. Thus, women wrestle one another differently than in the case of a woman and a man, and are more apt to wrestle nude in private than men.

The rounded, solidly packed globes of Claudia's buns were flexing with quivering from the effort of trying to escape Bea's twin holds of torture. Bea's labia lips were, by reason of her position behind Claudia, pressed hard against the smooth surface of the woman's firm buttocks. Every time that Claudia flexed her glutes as she fought against full nelson and scissors, Bea felt the ripple and bulge of muscle against her venus mound. Bea's eyes began to glaze over, as the rhythm of the muscular contractions became ever stronger and Bea's body seemed to respond with an aroused intensity. Bea experienced the first stirrings of an impending orgasm!

Claudia, for her part, didn't have any idea of what their tightly coupled position was doing to Bea. All she knew was that if she couldn't work her way out of that devilish combination of the scissors and full nelson she would be forced to yield to Bea's amazonish strength. But then a thought suddenly cut through the fog of her pain, and Claudia almost smiled.

This final fall would not, in fact could not, be decided by a submission hold. By mutual agreement, their epic contest of female strength was to be ended only when one or the other had been wrestled into an explosive orgasm! The one who climaxed first became the loser.

Positioned as she was in that full nelson, Bea's head was clamped along side of Claudia's, her lips actually pressed against Claudia's ear. And so it was that Claudia heard Bea's almost sub-vocal moan . . . a sound not of pain, but of slowly building sexual need. The sound excited Claudia, almost as much as the feel of Bea's magnificently muscled body locked tightly against her own. Despite the pain brought about by those clamping arms and scissoring thighs, Claudia was also being aroused to a fever pitch of sexual excitement. And that realization wiped the smile from Claudia's lips.

She knew that she had to dampen the already raging fires of her desire for the other woman, lest she be the one to reach her climax first. Even if Bea was the one being held captive, Claudia could lose this final match if she could not outlast her oppoent in reaching orgasm. Rather than being the Dominant, the Top, in this most serious game of D & S she would be the Bottom.

And that was precisely what this was all about: Domination and Submission. It was the sexual predeliction which both women shared, that which had brought them together for this erotic weekend of non-stop wrestling. It was a meeting of two Dominants, both of whom were striving to force the other woman to submit. It was about Power. And lust. And wanting to find out if you were the best, if you could wrestle the other female into physial and sexual submission . . . before she could master you with her own passionate strength.

For several moments they traded holds and grips, once again testing each other's skill and strength. Then, finally, they settled into a kind of slow-motion grappling, with Bea having crawled atop of Claudia and grapevining the other woman's flailing legs. They wrestled with hardly no movement now, only the flexing and bunching of muscle evidencing the effort of their straining. Their breath came in short, panting exhilations accompanied by smothered grunts. Occasionally, a low moan escaped from between clenched teeth, or a deep sigh, then nothing but the sound of their bodies squirming and thudding across the mat.

The mat itself, thick and yielding and covered with slick vinyl, was now sopping wet from the sweat cascading from their naked and over-heated bodies. It felt quite sensual against their flesh, like a layer of water-soaked rubber upon which their nude bodies slid and slipped. It was like oil-wrestling, but the odor was different. The pungency of their sweat mixed erotically with the sweet floral scent of the candles - a woman-smell.

Claudia was very aware of the sweat odor, since her face was imprisoned within the deep crevase of Bea's heavy breasts. But she also smelled a sharp, musk-like scent that acted upon her almost like a male dog getting a whiff of a bitch in heat. She instantly knew that Bea's juices were flowing, that the older woman was completely aroused by the wrestling.

Claudia moved her head to one side between those melon-sized breasts that engulfed her face, letting the wetness of Bea's flesh assist her in her efforts. Finally, after being able to move no more than a fraction of an inch at a time, she had reached her destination. One of Bea's engorged and erect nipples was in just the proper position for what Claudia had in mind. Suddenly Claudia's lips locked upon the nipple, while her tongue snaked out to curl around the nubbin of flesh. She didn't bite down hard, but it had the same effect as if she'd chomped down with her teeth instead of her lips. Beatrice let out a moan, and her big naked body went completely rigid. The instant Claudia felt Bea stiffen, Claudia arched her back and dumped the older woman off of her. Then she spun around and clamped Bea's nude-muscled body beneath her own.

Beatrice suddenly found herself locked beneath her naked adversary, Claudia's muscular weight pinning Bea to the mat. Beatrice quickly set her heels against the yielding surface of the wrestling mat, leaned back on her shoulders, lifted her butt, bridged straight up into the air, and began to buck like a wild mare trying to dislodge her rider. The very split-second that Bea bridged she knew that she'd made a mistake. Claudia instantly slid her legs around and under Bea's raised hips, her ankles locking against the older woman's firm buttocks, her long sun-bronzed thighs scissored tightly around Bea's body. She rode Beatrice, like some strong-thighed rodeo cowgirl, as Bea tried her best to buck her off. After several moments, Bea realized that she was simply wearing herself out.

Bea settled back down onto the mat and twisted within Claudia's scissors. The way their bodies were tangled together left them face-to-face. Despite the effort to dislodge Claudia, Beatrice was smiling with joy. This was the kind of wrestling she most enjoyed, the kind of erotic combat that was most like Domination & Discipline in its sexual intensity. She loved being held prisoner within the muscular limbs of another woman, while she herself attempted to wrestle her way free and then attempt to subdue her dominant partner. It didn't matter so much whether she won or lost, rather it was the process itself that delighted her the most. It was the feeling of slick-wet female flesh sliding slowly against yours, of feeling the ripple and roll of female musculature against your bare body, of experiencing the supple strength of the other's limbs around you as the two of you strained together in almost slow-motion.

And there was something else! As the two females pressed themselves together ever more tightly, the natural friction of flesh against flesh continued to arouse both women. Now it was a case of just who could make the other reach an exploding orgasm first. That was going to be the Ultimate Submission in this final trial of strength between these two women . . . and it was what this whole passion-filled weekend was meant to lead up to.

Frankly, the more technical aspects of wrestling no longer appealed to Bea as it once had. And Beatrice had very quickly discovered during their very first wrestle that Claudia shared her own delight in slow, squirming, tightly locked grappling . . . the kind of wrestling that left your body glued full-length to your opponent's, your sweat mingling with hers, smoothly muscled limbs knotted and entwined, joined together as tightly as a pair of empassioned male and female lovers. Except THIS kind of ereoticism was of the female versus female variety, a much more interesting kind of wrestling, at least as far as Bea was concerned.

And this is how they were wrestling now; chest-to-chest, nipples hardening and jousting, belly pressed to flat belly, grinding their loins together as clit sought clit. Their buttocks clenched and relaxed . . . clenched and relaxed . . . as their thighs clasped and interlocked. Each had the other's long leg locked within the imprisoning strength of a scissors-lock, squeezing and humping the other's lithe-muscled thigh. Their breath was beginning to come in quick gasps, and both were emitting low moans of . . . of what, pain or delicious pleasure?

Their eyes were wide and staring, caught up in their own personal fantasies, and yet each was somehow contributing to the other's erotic mind-play by the sensual movement of their nude-muscled bodies. They lay locked in each other's clasping arms and scissoring thighs, their over-heated skin slurping and sliding as wet met wet. The sweat also made their flesh feel somewhat rubbery; warm and hard, yet yielding and soft all at the same time. It was a highly erotic sensation.

As Bea's face slid along the perspiration soaked solidity of her opponent's naked breasts, as her nose caught the pungent scent of Claudia's over-heated body, Bea suddenly felt a tickling sensation between her powerful thighs. She loved the feel of that wet body wriggling and straining against her own, loved the saltiness of the other woman's slick flesh, adored the scent of female combat that almost overwhelmed the senses.

Perhaps Bea's daydreaming thoughts had put her off-guard, or maybe it was simply Claudia's skill and speed, but somehow the older more experienced woman suddenly found herself captured in a crushing scissors. But unlike her own body-scissors, Claudia had scissored Bea's head between her thighs. It was like being trapped within the slowly constricting coils of a jungle python, with just as deadly a potential outcome.

Dammit! Bea had known from their very first wrestle that past Friday that she would have to stay away from the muscular thighs of the younger woman. But now those strong limbs were wrapped tightly around her head, and she was in danger of being crushed into submission if Bea couldn't free herself. But something was wrong here! Bea suddenly realized that this was a physical submission hold, not one that would bring about a sexual surrender. Hm-mmm, what did the young athlete have in mind, Bea wondered.

The way she was imprisoned within Claudia's head-scissors, Bea's face was jammed into the inverted V of Claudia's lap. She could smell the musky dampness of Claudia's crotch, but she could see nothing. Then, suddenly, Claudia scooted forward a little on her butt, at the same time reaching down and grabbing Bea's head in both hands. She lifted Bea's head until the older woman's nose brushed across the silk-soft pubic hair that lay in a curly mat atop her venus mound. And within the softly folded labia lips, Bea felt the quivering movement of Claudia's clitoris stirring into life.

"Now, you old bitch, it's your turn to 'do' me", said Claudia in the same harsh, demanding tone of voice that Bea had used on her in their previous wrestling match. "But this time it'll be a little different. While you're getting me off, I'm going to do the same for you. And I'm beting that I can make you cum first, which will make me the winner, right?"

Bea let out a muffled moan, as she felt Claudia's fingers slide slowly into Bea's hot cunt. The fingers moved back and forth in a steady rhythm, while Claudia's thumb played with Bea's now fully erect clit. Claudia clamped her thighs more tightly, as she urged Bea's nose against her own labia. She began rocking her hips back and forth, with each forward movement shoving her sweaty loins against Bea's face. Claudia was giving Bea a taste of her own medicine, but with a bizarre twist.

Claudia leaned back, holding herself aloft with one arm while she continued to finger-fuck Bea with the other hand. The tension of balancing on one arm made Claudia's triceps quiver into sight and her strongly rounded deltoid bunch and ripple. She continued to ride Bea's neck, keeping her locked within the steely clasp of her thighs. Claudia's hips were bucking back and forth with increasing speed, using Bea's upturned face to provide the friction necessary to reach a climax. But with an unerring sense of timing, Clauidia eased up on her head-scissors whenever she felt an orgasm begin to gather strength within her. But she never quit finger-fucking Bea, not for a second.

Bea would never know how she managed to do it, but by some miracle she was able to squirm free of Claudia's head-scissors. Perhaps it was the sweat-slipperiness of those entwined limbs, or maybe it was just that Claudia was lost for a second in her own lust. But Bea was able to escape that devilsh hold, rolling quickly to her feet and dancing across the mat until she was out of the range of those sleek-muscled thighs.

Bea stood there with hands on hips, her broad chest and thrusting breasts heaving as she sucked in air. Claudia slowly gained her own feet, and looked across the mat at Bea with a smile tugging at her lips.

"Oh-hhhhh, goody," murmered Claudia. "I was afraid that our final match was going to be over too soon."

"Yeah, you almost had me there. But I'm not done with you yet."

Bea smiled invitingly as she opened her arms and beckoned Claudia to meet her in the center of the mat. Claudia stood looking at Bea, letting her eyes travel slowly along the other woman's gleaming body. The sustained effort of their battle had left Bea's muscles pumped into sculpted clefts and ribbons of strength. Claudia wondered if Bea would be able to make her submit, to wrestle her into an explosive orgasm that would allow Bea to pin her to the mat in a final sexual surrender.

"OK, let's just see who can make who cum first!" Claudia challanged the more mature muscle-woman.

The atmosphere was suddenly filled with sexual tension as the two naked females moved toward one another once again.

"Come on, bitch, let's see what you've got", murmered Bea as she reached out with extended arms for Claudia. "Let's wrestle!".

This time, almost by mutual but unspoken consent, they locked their fingers together; arms straight, wrists slightly bent, palms pressed together. For a second there was no movement, but then both sets of arms began to quiver from the strain. Bea glanced down at Claudia's arms and found herself becoming excited by the ripple and play of muscularity in those smooth arms. And then, while Bea's attention was distracted, Claudia suddenly broke the finger-lock and slid her naked arms around Bea's body in a front bearhug. And just as quickly, Bea sent her own mighty limbs coiling around Claudia's upper body. They were now locked together face-to-face in a new test of female strength.

The two glistening bodies stood locked together, swaying slightly from side to side as each put more pressure into her hold. Their breasts were mashed; belly flattened against flat belly, loins locked, buttocks tensing and rippling. The two straining bodies appeared as one, their sinewed limbs melding, smooth flesh flowing into a knot of tangled female strength.

"OK, honey, let's go down to the mat," whispered Bea into Claudia's ear as they stood there struggling. "I want to feel your body against mine as I crush you into submission."

With a lithe twist of her upper body, the sleekly muscled older female wrestler off-balanced Claudia and sent her crashing down to the mat. A split-second later, Bea was stretched out full length atop the Claudia's body, legs grapevining the youngewr woman's, her hands pinning Claudia's wrists to the mat.

Claudia was able to kick her legs free of Bea's grapevine, and quickly scissored them around Bea's upraised body. Circling the older woman's hips with her legs, Claudia pulled the woman tightly against her own sweat-slippery form. Their loins were locked tightly, pubic hair tangling, clits wrestling for a grip. Their two bodies began to hump up and down . . . slowly at first, and then with greater and greater urgency.

Sweat was now drenching their naked bodies, making the flesh slick to the touch and hard to grip. Claudia could hear Bea's breath beginning to pant, and at the same time heard the woman begin to moan softly . . . not from the strength of Claudia's holds, but in impassioned pleasure!

"Come on, you sweet old thing, give it up", demanded Claudia of the older woman. "I've got you beat, so why don't you admit it."

Bea's answer hissed up against Claudia cheek. "No, you don't have me yet, dearie. I'm still going to wrestle-fuck you into submission, you can bet on that!"

As she spoke, Bea let her hands slide up and down the sweat-filmed expanse of Claudia's powerful back. Her fingers traced the deep indentation of her spine, then slid across the hard-flexed sheaths of hard-flexed muscle across her upper back. Finally her hands came sliding down to the girls' sinewy waist and lithe hips. She captured Claudia's buttocks in both hands, gripping the mounds of flesh as hard as she could . . . but there was almost no yield in that firm flesh. It was like trying to pinch a pair of rubber balls.

Still holding onto one hard-flexed glute, Beatrice sent her other hand snaking down to cup one of Claudia's jutting breasts, While she tested the weight of the heavy breast, one of Bea's fingers moved up to tweak Claudia's engorged nipple, massaging it into stiffness. Bea moved quickly, twisting around until she was plastered against Claudia's powerfully muscled back. Both hands now kneading the Claudia's erect nipples, Bea jammed her crotch against Claudia's hard-packed buttocks and slid one long thigh around the woman's sinewy waist, pulling Claudia's body even more tightly against Bea's loins.

Then with a quick movement that caught Claudia by surprise, one of Bea's hands slipped from Claudia's breasts, reached down until she felt the soft fuzz between Claudia's legs, then Bea's fingers were suddenly searching for Claudia's labia. She found what she was looking for, and quickly slipped two stiff fingers inside Claudia's moist and throbbing sheath. At the very same instant, Bea gave a short leap upward and scissored her thighs around Claudia's waist in a standing position, locking her in place. Claudia spread her legs to balance Bea's weight, which made it even easier for Bea to finger the imprisoned young Amazon with slow, even strokes.

"Ah-hhh, now I've got ya," whispered Bea into Claudia's ear. Her face was pressed against Claudia's cheek, their lips only inches apart. When Claudia moved her head to reply, Bea suddenly kissed the woman . . . deeply, with a darting tongue that wrestled with Claudia's. Twisting and straining, the two women lost their balance and crumpled to the mat. Bea landed on top, and stretched her sinewy weight on top of her opponent pinning her down onto the blue wrestling mat.

Bea's legs were grapevined with Claudia's, her hands pinning Claudia's wrists to the mat. Bea moved forward, putting more of her supple weight across Claudia's hips. As Bea strived to keep Claudia pinned down, her glutes clenched and flexed from the effort of holding her younger opponent flat against the mat. The mat itself was sweat-slippery, which made it more difficult for Bea to keep Claudia imprisoned beneath her and it appeared that at any moment Claudia would escape. However, Claudia was completely pinned and at Bea's mercy.

"Come on, say 'uncle' and I'll let you go," panted Bea. Her voice held a tone of pleading, because she was very nearly at the end of her strength. But Claudia fought on, refusing to yield. Actually, she didn't want to quit because Claudia sensed that Bea was only seconds away from an exploding orgasm herself. And if that happened before Claudia herself had to give, then she would emerge the winner of this bizarre wrestle.

But finally, after another five minutes of slow-motioned humping, Bea felt the muscular body beneath her's begin to tremble and shudder. It was like the feint vibrations along steel track as a freight train approached from an unseen distance, building in intensity as it came ever closer. Such was the way in which Claudia's impending orgasm felt to Bea. Then, suddenly, Claudia arched up strongly beneath Bea, her magnificent body arched and hard-flexed. Claudia's breath, like Bea's, was coming in gasps. A soft moan of pleasure escaped Claudia's lips, and then the moan became a muffled scream as her orgasm overtook her.

Once again, Beatrice had emerged as the undisputed Champion . . . the Supreme Dominant in this bizarre test of Amazonian submission. Yet another challenger had tasted Bea's strength, felt the coiling and rippling muscularity of the older woman's superbly sculpted body, and been vanquished on the mat.

"I'm sorry to see you go," said Claudia in a low voice that was choked with emotion.

She reached out with one strong hand and grasped Bea's upper arm, pulling the older woman to her in a tight hug. A sudden smile flitted across Claudia's lips as she felt Bea's bicep surge up against her fingers. Bea couldn't resist one last demonstration of her supple strength.

"Oh we'll see each other again sooner than you think," replied Beatrice with a fond smile. "The fellow I told you about over in Hawaii has invited me back. But this time he wants something a little different. He would like to have me and an equally athletic and capable woman wrestle to a submission, and then he would take on the winner. I'm going to suggest you for the other woman, how's that sound?"

"Great!" exclaimed Claudia. "But that's a pretty expensive trip, and a long way for to to travel . . . is he picking up all the expenses."

"Better than that, dearie," grinned Bea. "He's not only going to pay for the trip, but he's going to put us up at his beach house for a month as well. So you and I will have four long weeks to wrestle in the sand, how's that sound?"