Tamara and Jill have some fun with Pam




Pam stood, catching her breath, basking in the glory of her beautiful power,
as Tamara and Jill, panting with excitement, quickly stripped down to their
underwear. As they got to Pam, both girls, as if of one mind, each began
stroking and feeling Pam's magnificent arms, tracing the fullness, running
their fingers along the length of those amazing veins. Reaching her deltoids,
fondling them, and alternating stroking her wonderful breasts, then back to
her delts and back down her arms. As they worked their way down her torso,
flicking their hands quickly and teasingly in out of her crotch, then back up
to her breasts then her arms, never stopping, constantly moving, touching,
fondling, Pam came with such a powerful orgasm that her legs collapsed and she
crumbled to the mats, writhing wildly as if she had been tasered.

As she physically calmed down, Tamara and Jill noticed that Pam was crying.
Hard. Almost not even able to catch her breath, she was sobbing so hard. They
loved their friend and instinctively hugged and comforted her. Clearly,
something cathartic was going on here. They all lay there in each other's
arms, Tamara and Jill comforting their friend, whom they thought to be so
strong and invincible until this moment. Finally the sobs came more haltingly
and Pam was able to catch her breath. Tamara spoke. "Pam, we thought you would
be happy to have finally met a guy."

"I am, overjoyed, as a matter of fact. But, it's kind of a forbidden type of
relationship. If I'm going to tell you guys, you really have to be sworn to
secrecy. I'm not kidding. Not even Tommy or Frank. No one." The girls
promised. "It's Coach Ditmer,?.. John Ditmer." The girls looked at Pam in
absolute shock. "He'd lose his job if anyone ever found out."

"Well, he does have a great body, and he seems to have no problem with how
physically incredible you are. Have you fucked him?"

"Gee, Tamara do you think you could be a little more direct? No, we haven't
fucked. We worked out together and then we just sort of fell into a little
oral mutual satisfaction."

"Did he force you?"

"No, I forced him. Right now I'm stronger than him, and have more stamina, but
that'll probably change after we work out together for a few months. I'm
showing him some of the stuff I showed you guys. And he's already advanced, so
he'll show results quickly. But it's more than just great bodies and great
sexual possibilities. He can quote Shakespeare. He knows who Picasso is. You
know any other jocks who can even read? I think I'm falling in love with him."
Then, suddenly, Pam started tearing up again.

"Pam, what?" asked a startled Jill.

She gathered herself again. "Okay, here it is. I love being strong. I love
being competitive. I love that being strong and fit beyond most people's
ability to comprehend means that sexual gratification is way beyond what most
people can comprehend. You girls know how it is." She stopped for a minute,
hesitating. "When I was 7, I saw my Dad beat up my mom. Evidently, this was a
somewhat common thing. Then, a few years later, I was doing a lot of sports
and had a fit, strong body. Nothing like today. Just fit and attractive. And
then I got breasts early. He noticed. He sexually assaulted me. I fought back,
just enough to keep him from actually raping me, and long enough for Mom to
hear the commotion. Between the 2 of us, we were able to fight him off. She
threw him out that night. I vowed that night never to let a man take advantage
of me. And the advantage they almost always take has to do with size and
strength. But, this event in my life has haunted me. I think that's why, when
I encounter guys who are macho jerks I unconsciously need to prove my
superiority, and if they show themselves to be aggressive towards women, then
I have to hurt them, and adjust their attitudes, if you will. But I don't like
that part of myself. I need to work on that. Now, I've met this great guy,
everything I could want, but he's twice my age. He might eventually find me to
be too immature. And we absolutely have to keep our relationship a secret or
it'll be catastrophic for him. This is going to be hard."

"We'll be here for you, Pam," said Jill.

"And we'll keep your secret about Coach Ditmer,?JOHN." They all giggled in
unison. "Pam, you look even more pumped than usual." Tamara reached over and
put her hand on Pam's bicep. "God, it's still throbbing, what did you do?"

"I did a double workout, so I've done over a hundred chin-ups tonight, along
with some heavy curling."

"You're so amazing," gushed Tamara. "Hey, let's wrestle fuck."

"Tamara honey, even after a double workout, I don't think you'd have much of a
chance."

"I was thinking of 2 against one."

"Well, Tamara, I know you're stronger than either Ted or Zack, and I know
Jilly, that you're pretty awesome for your size. You two muscle beauties would
probably give me a better fight they did. Let's go." Pam went to the other
side of the mat and got down on her knees. "Oh, wait. Let's make this a little
sexier. After all this is a wrestle fuck." She peeled off her top and looked
on while the other two girls took their bras off. The girls really went at it.
Nothing brutal like Pam needed to do to Ted and Zack, but hard. After all
these were three superbly conditioned athletes and they could take some lumps
without getting hurt. The advantage went back and forth several times, but at
some point Pam seemed to be tiring. After all, she had had quite a strenuous
evening before they started wrestling.

Eventually Tamara and Jill managed to get Pam flat on her back, with Jill
straddling her lower torso, with Pam's arms caught under her legs. Tamara was
sitting on Pam's massive, muscular legs. "Okay, you 2 win, how shall I service
thee?"

"Pam, we love you so much and you've had a rough couple of days so we'll
service you."

"You just did a little while ago, before we wrestled."

"Well, we'll do it again." Jill leaned forward and started to lick and kiss
Pam's nipples. Tamara got off Pam's legs, spread them and started eating her
delicious pussy. Pam squirmed and moaned, finally erupting in a very nice and
satisfying orgasm. After she settled down, she opened her eyes and gazed up at
Jill. Then she smiled at Jill, and in a burst of awesome power, used her arms
to throw Jill up and over her head. Before Tamara could react, Pam sat
upright, grabbed Tamara by the waist and as she lay back down, threw Tamara up
and over her head. In an instant she was up and on the two girls who were
quite dazed by the speed and power of Pam's sudden retribution. She maneuvered
them side by side, grabbed both of Jill's hands with her left and both of
Tamara's with her right, pushing them up and onto the mat above their heads.
She forced her legs, left between Jill's and right between Tamara's. She had
both of them pinned at once.

"You sandbagged us," squealed Jill.

"I guess I got my second wind," she smiled down at them.

"Or you were fakin' it," said Tamara.

Pam just smiled. "My turn." She started rubbing her perfect, firm breasts
against Jill and Tamara's equally firm and perfect breasts, first one then the
other, sometimes leaning forward and rubbing their faces with those
magnificent boobs. In the meantime, she had inched up between their legs, and
was rubbing their wet pussies with her knees. Jill and Tamara tried to lick at
Pam's nipples as she brushed them on their faces, then Pam would move back to
boob on boob. Very soon the sounds from their mouths were moans and the all
climaxed at once. Let's try another position. In another minute, they were in
some kind of triangular configuration with three heads and tongues buried in
three pussies. Finally after another half hour or so they were finally
satisfied. They hugged and kissed and chatted. Tamara pointed out that one of
the things that makes sex great is when you find giving pleasure as good as
receiving it. "That's what makes a relationship strong," she said. "That's
what we've got. Tommy's that way too."

Jill piped in "Frank, too."

"Coach Ditmer, too." She started getting teary again.

"Pam, you can make this work, we'll help you. Right now, let us just hold you.
If you want to cry, go ahead. We're here for you." And cry she did. Tamara and
Jill were happy for Pam, but both were worried. She seemed so sad also.

After a while she seemed okay. She got up and went to get a drink of water.
She turned back towards Tamara and Jill, smiling. "Gotta wash the girl cum out
of my mouth." They all laughed out loud. The mood had lightened. "You know,
girls, I know you saw me put the fear of god in my Step-Dad back in the
spring. You remember, the day I used Bill's face for a dildo." She laughed.
"He is a dildo. Let's call him "Dildo-Face" from now on. Anyway, I digress. My
Step-Dad is really an okay guy. He treats my Mom with loving care. He has the
right attitude about strong women, women who are strong mentally and
physically. I just would rather see him not be such a wimp physically.
Remember, he went to court for me and got it so I could be on the football
team and the wrestling team. You, too."

"What do you mean," asked Jill.

"I mean, you too. My Step-Dad made it possible for you guys to be on the
wrestling team too. Tamara you didn't handle Tommy as easily as I did, and I
know it was wrestle-fucking that you were doing, but you beat him nonetheless.
A state champ. That means you could be a state champ, too. And Jilly, even
though you're small, I could feel your strength a little while ago, way beyond
normal guys. And I think, way beyond Sam Elwood, who's in the same
weight-class as you, at least he was last year. I think you could beat him
right now, without any training, just pure strength. We'll call you "Mighty
Mite". We've all got some gymnastics training, even though it was a while ago,
all that hard-earned flexibility combined with our strength will make any of
us unbeatable. Unless you come up against a former gymnast, male or female
who's done the kind of high intensity strength training that we've done.
Highly unlikely."

"You've got this all figured out don't you," asked Jill.

"Yup. Shall I go on?" Tamara and Jill nodded their heads enthusiastically,
clearly getting into it. "Wrestlers are a unique group. They tend to be
quieter and more thoughtful. They tend to be much less arrogant than your
typical jock. That said, even though they intellectually don't mind the idea
of superior girls like us, they would rather die than lose to one of us. But
lose they will. Another thing girls, unless they're gay, they all wind up
sporting wood by the time the match is over. I'm going to add a little
something to the uniforms to make sure the guys have boners at the start of
the match. Every guy in the audience too. Just a sports bra underneath the
singlet, with our bare, hard as a rock midriffs showing, then a thong bikini
bottom over the singlet, going into the cracks of our asses, emphasizing our
muscular glutes, then, I think these pink kneesocks make guys think of that
old schoolgirl with a short skirt and kneesocks thing, plus the pink is very
feminine, and look at how they make my bare thighs look even more muscular."

"They're not going to let us do that," said Tamara.

"Yes, they are. Here's how. You and you and I are because we're going to be
the best and, because we're all hot, are going to make wrestling the most
popular sport in the school, which means that when the gymnasium bleachers are
packed, to see us, that's a lot of revenue coming in. They don't let us modify
our uniforms, we quit. There goes the money. Anyway, that's still 3 months
away. Tamara, you could start training with Tommy, and Jill, I'll bet you
could convince Sam to work with you."

"What about you, Pam? I don't think you're going to find anyone to keep up
with you."

"I've found someone, he just doesn't know it yet. Coach Ditmer. Are you girls
with me?"

"Yeah," both Jill and Tamara agreed enthusiastically.

Back to football. Needless to say, Pam broke every school and state record,
rushing yards, yards per carry, (8 yards per carry, doubling the old record,
an almost sure thing first down every time she touched the ball), most rushing
touchdowns, etc. On defense, she was double teamed on every play all season,
and yet she still managed to break the record of most tackles. She trained all
the linemen in the weightroom. They all got stronger, not like her, there's
only so much you can do in 2 ½ months, but they got better. Defense too. At
games, Pam kept her helmet on at all times. By the middle of the season, the
secret was out. The most dominant player in the state, offense or defense, was
a girl. A junior, not a senior, and at 174 lbs. not nearly as big as the
players she regularly ran over or put on the ground with bone crunching
tackles. She was unanimous choice top player of the year, on both sides of the
ball, and quite a draw. When word got out that she was also going to wrestle,
pre-season ticket sales went through the roof.

Pam and Coach Ditmer continued to train together. They knew they had to be
absolutely secretive. Coach never came on to Pam and she decided to keep it
cool sexually for the time being. She still wore her usual tanktop and tight
running shorts, but she wore a bra, and kept any contact strictly to what was
needed for their workouts. Coach caught up with Pam, strengthwise and
staminawise, but unexpectedly, he didn't pass her. Having someone that could
keep up with her pushed Pam to new levels. The two remained virtually even,
each of them gaining. By the end of the season, they both weighed 180 lbs.
both could bench about 325 lb., do dumbbell curls with 90 lb. dumbbells and do
70 chins at the end of a hard workout. The sexual tension was always there.
But coach always felt guilty about having the hots for someone half his age,
and Pam wanted to convince the coach that she was a person of depth as well as
strength and sensuality. They talked about the meaning of life, spirituality,
mathematics, you name it. When she was convinced that he liked her for who she
was on the inside, she decided it was time to make her move.

When their next workout came around, she decided to wear something even sexier
than pink kneesocks. Pink legwarmers, like kneesocks, but they went most of
the way up her massive thighs. Above that she wore extremely tight, white
running shorts that were torn up to the waistband on the sides, with a clearly
visible thong underneath. She topped that off with that pink tie-dyed
wifebeater that belonged to Jill. Since she had gained another 6 lbs., all
muscle, all upper body, the shirt was even tighter than before. Instead of
sweats, when John arrived, and let himself in the basement door, Pam was
standing there with an oversize men's dress shirt covering herself instead of
the usual sweats.

"What's up, Pam? What's going on here?"

"I have a different kind of workout planned for tonight, taking us to a new
level, even more intense, if you can imagine that. I can imagine it. I want
you to strip down to your tidy whities."

"Pam."

"John."

"You haven't called me that since our first workout."

"Please do what I've asked." John complied. When he was done, Pam moved to the
other side of the mats and slowly, starting at the bottom, unbuttoned the
shirt, dropping it at her feet. "Wrestle me," she commanded. And wrestle they
did, hard, harder than even reasonably well trained athletes could wrestle.
And for a long time, almost an hour, non-stop, the amount of time only the
most superbly conditioned specimens possibly ever could. The advantage
see-sawed back and forth, neither having control for long.

Finally, Pam found herself on her back with her legs around John's waist. He
had her pinned, with her arms above her head and on the mat, but she had him
immobilized with her legs. "Draw?" he said.

"Draw," she said through short breaths. Her hair was plastered all over her
face. His hard body glistened with sweat. "Take me, John."

"What?"

"You heard me, fuck me John. You know we were meant for each other, and you
know you want me." She could see the hesitation in his face. "OHH, you are so
fucking stubborn." With that, she moved her legs up a bit, and squeezed with
all she had. Almost instantly she knocked the wind out of him. She quickly
pushed her advantage and flipped him over. She went up on her haunches and
yanked his shorts off. His huge pulsing dick was sprung. Then she waited until
she had regained his full attention. Her cunt was dripping wet with arousal.
Before he could react, she impaled herself on him, letting out a moan that had
a tinge of a cry with it. She stopped for a second and stared down at him.

"What was that?" asked John.

"What do you think it was? It was my hymen."

"You're a virgin?"

"I was a minute ago."

"But you're the sexiest and most sexual person I've ever met."

"It's been all oral up to this point. I was saving myself for Mr. Right.
That's you. And I want you to be on top." With that, she flipped them back
over. "It's happened, John. You've deflowered me." She wrapped her legs around
his waist again, this time to draw him in. "Pump away has hard as you want,
you know I'm indestructible. By the way, John, today's my eighteenth birthday,
so you know longer have to worry about me being underage." He looked down at
her with loving eyes. Then he started humping away, slowly at first, then
faster and faster. At some point, Pam dropped her waist hold and put her feet
flat on the mat for more leverage. As she orgasmed, she arched her back and
lifted both of them right off the mat, balancing on her feet and the top of
her head, in a wrestler's bridge. John couldn't get any leverage at this point
but it didn't matter. He was already cumming in gushers and her orgasm was
causing her muscular pussy to spasm to the point where she was pumping him
like a milking machine on a cow's udder.

They embraced for a few minutes, then Pam, flipped them over again, so she was
on top. Both lovers were in such amazing shape that they were ready to go
again. Pam intertwined her legs with his, not to grapevine him, but so that
she could scootch up somewhat without accidently uncoupling and so that her
breasts would be closer to his face. John started flicking his tongue on her
nipples, first one then the other, then sucking on them. Pam started humping
faster and faster, harder and harder. She started slapping John's face with
her tits and came hard, really hard, for over a minute. John was going crazy
too, but this was Pam's moment. Good thing John was in such great shape. An
average person would have been pounded into the mats and would have wound up
with lots of bruises and possibly a few broken bones.

Once all the fucking was over, Pam and John remained united, John still hard
as a rock inside her even after two orgasms within fifteen minutes. Pam could
have gone for another, but she had something else on her mind. She was unsure,
but decided to take a chance. "Coach, John, I love you." "Pam, I love you."
They both spoke at exactly the same time. (Grammatic license here, both in the
same paragraph since they both spoke at the same time.) Then, the tears
started again.

"What is it, Pam?" She told him about her father, the story she told Tamara
and Jill. "Pam, I'm no psychologist, but you need to close that chapter in
your life."

"I know."