Susan really didn't know if she could hold out much longer. She was almost exhausted, and yet it was a satisfying tiredness. She knew that she had done her best.

"Submit, dammit," panted an equally weary voice. The hushed demand was spoken into Susan's ear as sweat dripped off the aggressor's head onto Susan's pain contorted face. The pungent, acrid aroma of that freely flowing perspiration on both their straining bodies assaulted Susan's nostrils, the sharp smell mingling with the pheromones of sensual excitement.

Their two heaving bodies were entwined together like a pair of impassioned lovers. Their limbs, so tightly grappled around one another, were both hard-clasped and intimate. It was as if neither could get close enough to the other's hot flesh to satisfy them. Susan was more sexually aroused than she had ever been in her life, and yet she refused to yield to the insistant urgings of her assailant.

But it was not a man with whom Susan strained in a sweat-lathered struggle of dominance .... it was a sleekly muscled woman! It wasn't a hairy male body that covered hers trying to squeeze her into submission, it was a set of shapely female limbs that were wrapped tightly around Susan like the coils of a python, slowly forcing her into surrender. And those legs may have been curvaceous, but they were also rippling with athletic muscularity. No matter how much she fought against the punishing strength of the other woman's long legs and impossibly strong arms, Susan could not free herself from the wrestling holds that held her captive.

The other woman, named Janine, had introduced herself to Susan earlier that day, saying that she'd heard of Susan's mat prowess and challenged her to wrestle. Susan could see that she looked fit and athletic, which blended excitingly with her dark-haired slightly Mediterranean-style beauty. She had a dangerous look about her, as if her combat skill might have come from the streets or the underground fight clubs. But as Susan's eyes slid along Janine's bare arms with their evident biceps, she found herself intrigued. And so she consented to a match.

Janine wanted to go at it right then and there in the grass of the little park where they had met, but that wasn't Susan's style. Too many onlokers who might mistake what they were witnessing as a girl-fight and try to break it up. So she invited the strikingly attractive musclegirl back to her home gym for a tussle, not knowing what to expect and yet excited by the possibilities. They were close enough to the same size that Susan loaned her a black thong and matching bra, while she herself donned her favorite red bikini. And then they wrestled!

Now, half an hour later, after the most exhausting and muscle-wrenching grappling Susan had ever experienced, she lay thoroughly beaten .... the first time in three years that she had suffered defeat on the mat.

"OK, I give up!" she finally gasped out. Those four little words had seldom been spoken by Susan in her three years of wrestling, and it galled her to say them. But then too, it was the first time that she had ever gone to the mat with a woman who possessed Janine's ferocious strength and arsenal of tricky holds. That it took so long for Janine to squeeze a submission from Susan spoke volumes about Susan's ability to resist pain, her stamina and steely determination to win.

Janine retained her holds a few moments longer than necessary before releasing her hard locked limbs, as if somehow hesitant to relinquish the feel of Susan's overheated and sweat-slick flesh against her own body. Janine's muscles were pumped and cramped from the almost twenty minute effort to master Susan. It was not, however, the dense and bulky musculature of a bodybuilder. She had, instead, the ultra-fit sinuous build of a dancer - which she was in her 'day job'.

Janine's muscularity showed up especially in her long legs with their powerful thighs and rounded firmly sculpted calves, the result of years of ballet. Susan had tasted the incredible power of those muscular legs and could vouch for the effectiveness of their potent strength. Susan had certainly not been the first to feel their python-like constricting grip, although she had lasted longer than most before surrendering.

It had not been an easy win for Janine, her beautiful opponent had fought like a tigress, using every tactic in the book and some that were not. There were many times when Janine thought that the pain of a hold was so great that she would simply have to yield to the other's sinewy strength and skill, but somehow she would break free and the turn the tide of battle. It had been like two elemental forces clashing, superb female strength pitted against one another in an incredible show of endurance and skill. Neither had ever been outwrestled, neither intended this to be their first defeat. But now, finally, their ordeal was over. They slowly uncoupled their entwined bodies and flopped back to the mat in exhaustion, their battle lust slowly dissipating.

In the quiet backwash of emotions the sweat-drenched wrestlers lay quietly side by side on the mat as they regained their breath and allowed the adrenaline to evaporate. The two women luxuriated in the feeling of electrifying eroticism that each was experiencing. It had been a hard-fought and totally exhilarating battle between two strong-willed and well-matched women, and the prolonged flesh against flesh contact had the not unexpected effect of arousing the two female wrestlers to a fever pitch of sensual excitement.

Susan rolled over and looked closely at the strikingly attractive woman who has just vanquished her so convincingly. Janine looked back at her, a slight smile tugging at her lips.

"You're good!" she murmured to Susan, "In fact. you are likely the strongest woman I've ever wrestled. Was it good for you, too," she asked with a grin, enjoying the double-endendre.

Susan gave her a tired smile in return. It was the same lame question that her old boyfriend used to ask after a sweaty session between the sheets. And yet, in this case, it was really true ... it had been good, more than good. It was the most exciting and sexually arousing wrestle that she had ever experienced. And that was saying a lot. But she was also troubled.

Noticing Janine's eyes roving over the curves of her bikini-clad body in a way that was more than mere appraisal. She knew that look and was both excited and fearful of the unspoken invitation to a different kind of 'wrestle'. Susan felt that she had better set the record straight.

"Look, I want you to know that I'm not a Dyke, I don't go for the Lesbian stuff", she exclaimed in a firm no-nonsense tone of voice.

"Hey, neither am I," Janine protested. "But I've got to admit that wrassling with a half-naked opponent and all that body contact can seriously push my arousal buttons, whether with a guy or a beautifully muscled ckick like you."

Susan gave a tinkling laugh and the tension was broken. It had been a good answer, even if Susan had a hunch that this muscular beauty she had met only an hour or so ago was not being entirely honest. Like Janine had said, it was impossible for her not to have been turned-on by the intimate, sweat-slippery wrestling in which they had just engaged.

Susan realized that it was exactly the same with her, even if she resisted owning up to it. If truth be told, she usually experienced the same kind of sexual arousal that Janine had alluded to and which Susan was feeling right that moment. But that didn't make it right.

Ever since her very first wrestle with another woman, Susan had fought the feelings that had welled up within her. She tried to tell herself that the slowly building excitement when locked tightly against another female body came from the joy of battle and physical competition. And it was partly that. But there was a lot more to it than the thrill of a good struggle.

Susan let her thoughts drift back to her first mat encounters only three years ago. It had been when her life and sexual appetite had literally been changed forever.

She had joined a small women-only gym, hoping to firm up before summer came and it was swimsuit time. She certainly wasn't over-weight and she didn't need to build any more muscle than she already possessed, but she didn't feel that she was in the shape she wanted to be. Susan had the kind of sleek muscularity that was hidden away beneath a padding of resilient female flesh. Nothing really showed unless she happened to flex, then her curvy body took on the look of an anatomy chart in a doctor's office. In repose she was softly rounded and totally feminine in appreance. But when called upon, her quick-twitch muscles rose up in sculptured definition that riveled the well-trained physique of a fitness model.

One day, when she was signing in at the desk, Susan noticed two exceptionally fit women go into a room and close the door behind them. She hooked a thumb toward the door and asked the attendant what was in there, thinking that it might contain some exercise equipment she hadn't seen. The young woman gave Susan a strange grin.

"That's the Wrassle Room," she said with a laugh. "It's pretty much off-limits except to Premium Members. Are you interested in upgrading your membership," she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Hm-mmm, haven't thought about it," Susan replied. "Maybe I could peek in and see what I'm missing for the extra bucks."

The girl gave a negative nod. "No, when the door is closed and there are a couple of members in there no one can disturb them. Some of the gals like to wrestle nude and don't like to have spectators, if you know what I mean. But we have a little window here behind the desk, and you can take a quick look if you'd like."

The attendant's explanation intrigued Susan, and she wondered why they didn't want an audience if all they were doing was wrestling. Hm-mmmm! At that point, wild horses couldn't have kept Susan away from the little peek-hole window. So with a conspiratorial laugh and a finger raised to her lips to show that Susan should remain silent, the girl ushered Susan over to a closed portal. Sliding it back silently, she motioned for Susan to have a look

The sight that greeted her startled Susan and took her breath away. Two nude, superbly muscled bodies were indeed locked together in a fierce wrestling match. The two women were entwined around one another in the kind of holds that you would never see in a WWF televised wrestling match. They fought hard, grappling furiously, grunting and panting loudly. Their bodies were lathered with sweat as they exchanged one well-practiced hold after another, rolling back and forth across the expansive rubber-surfaced mat.

The shocking thing to Susan's eyes was that the two women looked more like they were having wild passionate sex than any kind of normal wrestling Susan had ever seen. And she wasn't far wrong!

The two embattled women were in a position that reminded Susan of a Kama Sutra illustration she had once seen. They lay facing away from each other, their gleaming legs scissored in a way that left them joined tightly in the V of their thighs. They were glued together, their lithe hips moving in slow-motion rotation. My God, Susan thought to herself, the two wrestlers were fucking! Or at least engaging in some strenuous Tribadism, which she had heard of but never actually observed in action.

Tribbing, as it was called, was a kind of mutual masturbation that was often termed "dry humping", at least when done between a boy and girl were engaged in heavy petting. She herself had sometimes orgasmed after a prolonged stimulation of an engorged male member rubbing against her tender vulva when making out in a car's backseat with a high school boyfriend. It did not, Susan knew, take penetration. But she certainly had never in her wildest dreams considered doing the same thing with another woman.

Susan's startled eyes focused on the women's scissored legs. Molded muscle bulged and rippled in their entwined thighs, solid calves bunched into diamond hardness. The sweat that gleamed and glistened accentuated the well-developed muscularity that stood out in sculpted bold relief. Their bodies were like polished marble, hard yet beautiful. They looked just like the famous statue of the nude Greek wrestlers, called the "Pankratiasts".

Susan could hear both nude wrestlers moaning and groaning, their labored breath coming in hot gasps. The two nude wrestlers were really hurting one another and their battle had developed into a wild brawl. Their fingers were snarled in each other's hair, tugging and pulling in hopes of making the other give up her hold. But both of them seemed to enjoy the semi-catfight, for along with their muffled cries came the grunts and moans of titillation and arousal.

Susan stepped away from the window, her limbs trembling and her mouth dry. "How often do women do that kind of thing?" she asked in a whispered voice.

"Oh, there's nearly always a couple of Premium Members using the Wrassle Room," the attendant replied. "It's the most popular area of the gym, at least for some of the women. Are you sure you don't want to upgrade and sign up for a match yourself?"

"Yes!" came Susan's emphatic reply. It was an impulse that required no conscious thought. "But not for the reason you might be thinking. I just feel that I'd like the competition and the opportunity to test my strength against another female, just to see who was the Better Woman!".

That decision proved to be a fateful first step in a long journey toward ..... well, call it a sex-wrestling addiction.

Before long, Susan was a regular in the Wrassle Room. Mona, the gym champion, who Susan had finally gotten the nerve to challenge, liked the girl's spunk and competitiveness, took her under her wing, and began teaching her some highly effective grappling holds. The hot, stuffy private room with its well-worn thick mat became a second home for Susan. A few months later, believing that she was finally ready, she again challenged the woman who had become her mentor.

Mona was, without doubt, the strongest female in the gym. When she was very young, and having lost her parents in an automobile accident, she had been adopted into a band of circus gypsies and trained as an aerialist. From the rigorous exercise of working on the bar, she had developed a set of rock-hard biceps and rippling abs that were the envy of even older, longtime trapeze artists. The gypsies had also taught young Mona their wild and uninhibited version of ground grappling, to help her protect herself against the unwanted advances of the circus roustabouts and village boys.

Mona was a perfect example of athletic womanhood. Strong shoulders anchoring a pair of B cup melon-firm breasts that were too perfect not to have been silicon enhanced, a wide heavily muscled V-tapered back, smoothly sculpted six-pack abs, lithe hips and long sleek powerful legs - a perfect blend of female strength and beauty. She was a dead-ringer for one of the sultry Turkish Gypsy girls who wrestled in the James Bond movie "Two Russia With Love."

Mona could be mean if an opponent went to grab her hair in desperation. She would retaliate just long enough to let the other woman know that she could catfight with the best of them, but then she would go back to prefered method of combat, the kind she liked. Mona really loved to wrestle. Problem was, she had already matched muscles with almost every woman in the gym and had outwrestled them all. She kept looking for victims, but couldn't find any challengers.

And it was now Susan who dared to challenge Mona, the pupil Mona had taught and knew her every trick. It was an interesting match-up that Mona knew would test her wrestling skills and require every bit of strength she possessed to beat this powerfully muscled young woman who had thrown down the gauntlet to her. And as word got around the gym, all the women immediately stopped what they were doing to watch this titanic battle of the sexes. In fact, So many of the members wanted to see the match that the big mat had to be moved from the Wrassle Room out into the gym

The match lasted almost an hour without pause, an endless time of all-out warfare between two superbly conditioned athletes. By mutual agreement, since Susan was still a little shy about nude combat, they wrestled bare-breasted wearing only thongs so that they had ultimate freedom of movement.

The two combatants knew each other's moves so well that it was like a chess game played with live bodies instead of pieces, each wrestler trying to think a move ahead. They circled around each other slowly and warily, feinting and batting one another's hands away when someone reached for a grip. It was like a sensuous tango to unheard music, knowing the tempo would pick up when they would finally come to grips. Both were enjoying the anticipation of finally locking holds.

Mona made the first serious move to engage. It was a short-spaced tackle that took Susan down to the mat. And then the real grappling began!. They rolled slowly across the mat, first one on top then the other. At last they fell into a straining tangle of limbs, each of them attempting to apply their best holds. For Susan it was a crushing full nelson while being plastered hard against Mona's powerfully muscled back. Mona's impressive biceps leaped up against Susan's levering arms, trying to break the grip. But not even her prodigious strength could budge that grip. Susan laid her head against Mona's shoulders as she strained at her devilish hold. Her lips brushed against Mona's neck, tasting the saltiness of the other woman's perspiration. That slick wetness was making it difficult to keep her full nelson. The lubrication of the moisture also made the solid globes of Susan's bare breasts slide back and forth easily against the writhing muscularity of Mona's splendid back, and she could feel her nipples grow hard from the friction.

As she lay full-length atop Mona, locked tightly against the woman's straining body, she could feel the rounded balls of Mona's curvaceous glutes flexing and bulging against Susan's pelvic area. It was a rhythmic sensuous movement that pulsed against Susan's crotch. Susan pressed herself more tightly against the solid globes of Mona's butt, seemingly picking up the measured cadence with a slow rotation of her own lithe hips. The thrill that coursed through her body felt like a low voltage spurt of electricity. The erotic charge momentarily weakened her, and the wily champion took advantage of that unfortunate lapse of attention.

Mona broke the hold and quickly twisted around to face her adversary, sending her arms around Susan in a bearhug. At the same time Mona wrapped her sinewy legs around Susan's waist and squeezed hard. It really hurt, and Susan knew that she was in trouble. Their flat, muscular bellies were pressed tightly together, pelvises locked, their rounded marble-solid buttocks clenching with effort. No two women in the history of the gym had ever wrestled like these women did. But they had wrestled to a momentary stalemate.

There wasn't a single one of the spectators who wouldn't have given their right arms to be the one locked within the slippery clutches of either one of the Amazons. Eyes began to glaze, bodies tremble and hearts flutter as the women onlookers became caught up in the sheer eroticism of that steamy match. A couple of the women snuck away, libido aroused, heading for the Wrassle Room to strip down and match their strength with one another ... followed most likely with some wild clit-wrassling Amazon sex.

But back in the gym, the two wrestlers had broken free of their holds around each other, crawled to their feet and danced away. Not wasting a second, they had lunged back together and had gone down to the mat again. This time it was Susan who managed to clasp her arms around Mona's neck in a side headlock. Susan wrenched her grip tighter and her sculpted biceps leaped up from hiding into a hard ball of strength. Mona's cheek was mashed hard between the solid curve of Susan's breast and a bulging bicep as she fought to free herself. Clawing at the arms that held her captive, she was able to loosen Susan's grip just enough to pop her head out of that sweat-wet prison of muscular flesh. But Mona had experienced some serious pain in Susan's headlock and didn't want to repeat it again. Now it was Mona's turn!

She wasted no time in taking Susan back down to the mat. She lashed her legs around Susan's lithe waist, putting her back into a crushing scissors. Her lean-sinewed dancer's thighs were, like in the case of most women, the strongest part of her body and she knew how to use that strength. Susan gasped as Susan clamped down, her hands scrabbling at Mona's hard-locked squeezing thighs to try and pry them apart, but to no avail. She flexed her abdominals against the pressure. Six molded bands of ridged musculature rose up, quivering in flexation. Mona couldn't help herself from running one long finger across the flexed abdominals, amazed at the definition of those crunnched abs. Mona's reaction was such that she partially relaxed her crushing scissors. It was all Susan needed. She squirmed free, pounced on her adversary, and a moment later she had Mona locked within the prison of her own scissoring thighs.

Maintaining her scissors, Susan leaned forward to put the weight of her upper body into play. Two pairs of magnificently molded breasts came together, nipple-to-nipple, as Susan slowly pinned her opponent's half-naked body into the yielding surface of the mat. She clamped Mona in a reverse sleeper-hold, her arms laced beneath Mona's with one forearm across the throat, the other locked behind the neck, fingers gripped around Susan's wrist to complete the hold. Then she put on the pressure. Mona fought her all the way, whimpering in frustration as her air was being cut off.

Even had there been a referee present there would have been no demand that the choke hold be released. It was a perfectly good Judo submission lock which Moana herself had taught her opponent. Mona knew that it was probably the beginning of the end for her as being the gym champion.

As is often the case at a time like that, there came a moment when one of the female combatants knew that she had been beaten by a better woman. But in this case, Mona was actually more afraid of serious injury than defeat. The blood was now pounding in her head, her eyes were out of focus. The terror of asphyxiation crept into Mona's mind with the thought that Susan might not release her hold in time. Her fingers scrabbled against the arms that held her captive, digging into Susan's hard-flexed biceps as she tried in vein to tear away those muscular arms clamped around her throat.

Almost as if she had understood her adversaries panic and dread, Susan let up a bit on her strangle hold, just enough to allow the woman to suck in a breath. Despite her exhaustion from their all-out extended grappling, Susan didn't really want their close-locked wrestle to end. She was feeling something that she'd never felt before, the stirring of an almost overpowering sensual excitement. And she didn't want it to end too quickly. But the outcome of their titanic battle was no longer in doubt. It took another five minutes of furious straining before Mona sobbed out her submission.

"You've got me, you beautiful bitch, I give up!"

Those were the sweetest words Susan had ever heard. She had outwrestled the champion! She was indeed proven to herself and everyone else that she was the Better Woman. By winning this grueling match and winning the gym championship she was now the Alpha Female there.

And now, three years later and after more wrestling matches than she could even count, Susan was still having trouble admitting why she was addicted to these Amazonian wrestling contests to prove that she was, as her old boyfriend used to say, the Top Bitch and the Best Wrestler On The Mountain. But his sarcasm might have been the result of his not liking the fact that Susan could submit him far more often than he pinned her, she remembered with a smile.

She looked across the mat at Janine, her eyes slowly taking in the still swollen musculature of the other woman's athletic physique, a strong female body with warm sweat-slick flesh that Susan wanted to feel pressed against her own body once again. Despite her loss, Susan couldn't wait to lock holds with the strange dark-haired beauty again.

Susan's eyes glittered with barely contained excitement as she looked over at Janine. Then ever so slowly she stripped off her bikini and faced her new-found wrestling partner in glorious nudity. It only took a second before Janine followed her example, wriggling out of the singlet to reveal her own magnificent figure in naked splendor.

This time there was little doubt that they would consummate their erotic grappling with a wild orgasmic sex-wrestle. Susan thought that she was finally ready for that kind of a mutual surrender and the ultimate "pin" for two such lusty and aroused Amazons.

"So come on, bitch, let's see if I can pin your sweet little ass in the next fall. I demand a rematch," Susan growled playfully at Janine. "Let's WRESTLE!"

And they did, straining in nude muscled woman-to-woman erotic combat for the rest of the night.

Not the end, just the beginning.