Pam, Jill and Tamara's Excellent Wrestling Season
by Musclehead



Needless to say, Pam made the wrestling team. During tryouts she not only
easily defeated the guy who was in her weight class from last year, she also
did beat all the guys above her weight class right up to and including the
unlimited, or heavyweight. That guy was probably as strong as her, he ought to
be, he outweighed her by 80 lbs. But she was so much faster than him that he
had no chance. She couldn't pin him, but, needless to say, the score was very
lopsided.

Unexpectedly to everyone, except of course, the three girls, (and Tommy),
Tamara and Jill also made the team. After two weeks of practice, Jill and
Tamara had also proven themselves good enough not only to be starters, but
good enough to move up a weight class or two if needed for the team. Tommy was
thankful that he never had to go head to head against his girlfriend in front
of his teammates, knowing what the results would be. Even though he had moved
up 2 weight classes, she could still beat him. So, she was wrestling in the
152 lb. class and Tommy was in the 171 class. After Sam Elwood helped Jill
train, he had to wonder if he created a monster when she pinned him in the
first period of their wrestle off for starting position at 125 lbs. But Jill
was also able to beat the guy in the next up weight class so she moved up for
the sake of the team. Pam could do any weight class needed from 180 on up. She
could lose 2 lbs. somewhere, (cut her hair) to be in 180 if necessary. (She
had gained another 2 lbs. of muscle since John took her virginity on her 18th
birthday.) The rules also allowed for her to wrestle more than once in a
match, and she was so good, the coach knew that he might in the future take
advantage of that rule if necessary.

When the first match came around, the girls were wearing the team sweatsuits,
as did everyone on the team until their match came. There were 2 matches
before Jill's, and the one before hers was very exciting, so no one noticed
Jill stripping down to warm up and no one noticed attire 'till she was on the
mat ready to wrestle. Jill pinned her opponent before the first period ended.
Considering the 2 previous losses, everyone was so psyched up by her
performance that no one paid too much attention to her outfit, except Sam. He
had just lost and then his pupil had won easily in the next weight class above
her actual weight. Sam had a crush on Jill, and he thought she looked hotter
than usual in her outfit.

Even though Jilly definitely looked good, her outfit didn't have the impact on
the audience that was soon to follow. 3 matches later, when time came for
Tamara's match, such was not the case. Even though Tamara was 2" shorter and
24 lbs. lighter than Pam, her tits were just as big and beautiful. As soon as
she removed her sweats behind the bench, it seemed as if all attention was
diverted from the match. The anti-gravity nature of her beautiful boobs forced
the straps of the singlet to the sides, and the thong bathing suit bottom over
the singlet emphasized how round and solid her glutes were. The pink kneesocks
finished the picture. Jill was a cute hottie, but Tamara was a walking wet
dream. When he saw her, Coach Horne knew that this was going to bring trouble
down on his head, especially when he glanced up into the bleachers and saw the
disapproving frown on Principal Keeler's face. Tamara absolutely destroyed her
opponent, earning a pin in less than a minute. It was obvious that she was as
strong and talented as she was hot, and the hometown crowd went wild. She was
gracious in victory.

And she wasn't even the star of the show. Most hadn't even known that Jill and
Tamara were on the team, and they were delighted with both their performances
and their looks, but people were there to see Pam. When Pam came out in her
skin tight singlet, sportsbra, thong and kneesocks, the crowd went absolutely
bonkers. Every bit as hot as Tamara, but with more muscle than any of them had
ever seen on a girl. The extra touches that the girls had put into their
outfits had emphasized their femininity and sexiness, but Pam's singlet also
emphasized that, from the back, her shoulders were twice as wide as her waist.
From all angles, her upper body looked absolutely astounding. Her shoulders
and arms were massive, the arms seeming bigger than her opponent's legs. He
was 4 inches taller, but she was so thick it was hard to believe he outweighed
her.

The poor guy was not only suffering from lack of attention, all eyes being on
Pam, but he was clearly intimidated by what he saw across the mat. He was
unaware of who she was, he really didn't know anything about her. As the ref
blew the whistle he came right at her, going for her legs. Pam merely bent
down, grabbed him around the waist and flung him to the side, without letting
go, but following his body as it crashed to the mats, with her on top. In
seconds, she had him flipped over on his back. She didn't even need to use her
considerable wrestling skills, honed in her basement with her training
partner/lover. She merely used her brute strength to overpower the poor guy
and pin him in less than 15 seconds. The crowd went wild. A legend was born.

The next day, Coach Horne stopped Pam in the hall. "Pam, you were awesome
yesterday. No one can deny that. So were Tamara and Jill. But I'm on the hot
seat with Principal Keeler because of your outfits. This is supposed to be a
wrestling match, not a strip club."

"Coach, all the guys are bare chested under their singlets. We're wearing
sports bras. So we're more covered up than they are. We're wearing bikini
bottoms over our singlets, so we're once again more covered up than they are.
Good, lord, you can see the outlines of some of their dicks through their
singlets. And who can object to kneesocks."

"Pam, these are good points, well argued. I guess the overall look is too sexy
for the principal's tastes."

"It sounds like the principal is the one with a problem. Maybe he likes young
girls."

"Watch what you say, young lady. Anyway, no more uniform alterations."

"Okay then. We quit."

"Pam, you're a great wrestler, awesome. And Jill and Tamara are really good
also. You want to chuck all that."

"It's a matter of principal, Coach. Our male dominated society is slowly
coming to grips with women being competitive with men, sometimes superior, but
they absolutely seem unable to deal with women who are superior and desirable
at the same time. Tamara, Jill and I aren't going to hide our femininity and
blend in with the guys. I think it would be pretty impossible anyway. No,
Coach, we're going to emphasize the fact that we're girls, superior girls, and
if you men can't deal with it, then we quit."

The coach stood, silent for a moment, then he spoke. "You're right, Pam.
Everything you said is right. You're not only one of the most impressive
athletes, no, the most impressive physical specimen I've ever seen, and you're
smart and thoughtful on top of that. I can't argue with anything you've said,
but it's above my head. The problem is Principal Keeler. And he's my boss."

"Coach, do you want to know what I think?" He nodded. "Okay, here's a
question. Have the bleacher's ever been so filled before for a wrestling
match?"

"No. I think there was a lot of interest generated when folks found out that
that girl, you, who was the all state football player, was going to wrestle."

"Not to sound arrogant, but I think that's correct. Then we added two more
girls. Yesterday, we three all won are matches, easily. And we looked like
very attractive young women while we were at it. I think that the next match
will be standing room only. That's a lot of ticket sales. But once the crowd
finds out that the main draw has quit, I predict that the bleachers will be ¾
empty for the third match. You could make that argument to Principal Keeler,
or I could go talk to him, if you'd like."

"No, I'll do it. It would seem like you were going over my head if you went.
But, if it's okay with you, I'll use your arguments."

"Sure. Should we show up at practice today?"

"Pam, you're what every coach wants on his team. Tamara and Jill, too, but
especially you. It's not just your wrestling ability and strength, which is
insane, it's also your work ethic and quiet leadership. I'll go to the mat for
you, so to speak. As far as I'm concerned, you're still on the team."

"We'll be there at 3:00. See ya later."

The Coach convinced Principal Keeler of the financial impact of losing the
girls from the team, and that seemed to work. He arrived late to practice and
what he saw when he walked into the gym shocked him. Pam had not one, but two
guys, both bigger than her, completely under her control. "Pam," he yelled.
She immediately let them up. "Come here?? So much for quiet leadership."

"Sorry coach. They jumped me. But it wasn't with bad intent like what happened
with Ted and Zack. They were just having some fun. They knew I could beat
either one individually, easily as a matter of fact. I'll bet they didn't
think I could take both at once. Anyway, sorry. By the way, what did Principal
Keeler say?"

"He doesn't want you guys to quit. Let's get on with practice. By the way,
what happened with Ted and Zack? You're talking about those 2 football
players, right? I heard they were in a car accident."

"Train wreck is the term usually used. I'll tell you about it some other time.
Let's practice."

They were working on leg dives that afternoon. Pam and her training partner,
Jim, the 189 pounder, stayed off to the side, because every time she dove at
him, she knocked Jim back about six feet. "Pam, you're going to have to get
more control or you'll be knocking your opponent out of bounds every time.
Jim, your turn, show her what I mean." Jim prepared himself then dove at Pam's
legs. She braced herself and Jim came to a sudden halt as soon as he
connected. "In-fucking-credible" the coach muttered under his breath.

The season went along smoothly. All 3 girls were very popular. They were nice
girls after all, not all stuck up and arrogant like some of the male jocks or
some of the cheerleaders. They were bringing a lot of attention to the
school's wrestling program. Jill never lost in the 135lb. weight class, pretty
good considering all her opponents were bigger than her. The matches weren't
all pins, but they were all wins. She was dating Sam now. She still loved
Frank, but he was away at school and he understood that with her new level of
strength and fitness came a heightened libido. Sam was a good guy, and he
understood that when summer came around, Jill would probably go back to Frank.
But Sam was getting better sex than he could possibly imagine except for maybe
if he would be lucky enough to do it with Tamara. But she was so much bigger
than him and so strong, the very idea of having sex with Tamara totally
intimidated him. Plus, as good a wrestler as Jill was in the class above Sam,
Tamara was awesome in her weight class. Undefeated. Only 2 matches went the
distance, and over half never made it past the first period. She had honed up
on her gymnastics skills and the combination of flexibility, coordination,
speed and amazing strength were way too much for almost any opponent. And she
looked sooo good doing it that at every match, every dick in the house was
hard as a rock. And there were a lot of damp female privates as well. Several
of the cheerleaders were re-examining their sexual proclivities when they
watched Tamara in action.

If awesome was the word to describe Tamara, then there simply was no
superlative to describe Pam. At 5'9" and 178 lbs. of curvy hard muscle, Pam
was wrestling 2 and sometimes three times in each match. In those 180 lb.
matches she usually had the guy pinned in less than 30 seconds. Some guys in
the 180 lb. class would simply forfeit rather than face Pam, that's how
physically intimidating she was. The 189 pounders didn't fare much better. Not
a single match went into the second period. And this was often her second
match of the day. A lot of times Jim wrestled this class, he was a good
wrestler, usually won. The only person he had no chance against was Pam, when
they wrestled in practice. Then he got hurt, and there was no backup. So the
coach did some shuffling. Tommy moved up to the 180 lb. class, Tamara moved to
his spot. Jill was now wrestling in the 145 class, against guys who weighed 20
lbs. more than her. She lost a couple times, to guys who were on their way to
the state tournament, but she was never pinned. So Tamara was also wrestling
against guys who outweighed her by almost 20 lbs. and still winning every
match, many times with ease.

Pam was now wrestling in the 215 and heavyweight division. Guys 35 lbs.
heavier than her still had no chance. She was just too strong and too fast.
Not a single match made it into the second period. A few of these guys may
have had equal skills, but none could match her otherworldly strength and
quickness. Even in the heavyweight division, wrestling against guys who were
50 lbs. more than her, she still won. She matched all those guys in strength,
but she was way faster than some of these lumbering giants.

She was always gracious in victory and never tried to humiliate her opponent.
Except when she did. Every once in a while she would wind up wrestling an
asshole. These encounters wound up actually being longer, because she would
toy with the jerks until they were totally frustrated or sometimes letting
them think they had a chance and then in a split second it would be over. One
guy got Pam on her back. He was on top of her, facing the same way, but higher
up so his head was above hers and his chest was on her face. He was very close
to pinning her when she wrapped her arms around his torso and went into a
wrestler's bridge. The only things touching the mat were her feet and his
face. Then she squeezed her hearhug and rocked her bridge side to side
effectively rubbing his face into the mat. She was squeezing so hard, he
couldn't catch his breath, and could make no sounds. After 10 seconds or so of
this, she flipped them over. She put one hand on his chest and looked at the
ref as he slapped the mat, indicating the pin.

Another time, the guy she wrestled in the 215 lb. class was mouthing off about
how all the guys Pam had beaten were wimps. Their match was the first one that
went not only into the second period, which started with Pam on top and her
opponent on his knees, but actually into the third, with positions reversed.
The ref blew the whistle to start the third period, and Pam was on her feet,
her opponents hold broken instantly, and in the same instant Pam back flipped
over her opponent and was on his back. Then she turned on the power. He could
do nothing to stop her from turning him over and pinning him 2 seconds later.
She actually controlled his entire upper body, head and arms with a one-armed
reverse headlock and lifted his entire lower body up with her other arm. He
was completely immobile with his legs sticking straight up in the air as the
ref signaled the pin. It was obvious that she could have pinned him whenever
she wanted. She let go of her opponent and rose up on her knees as his legs
flopped to the mat. Pam looked down at him with total disdain. "Wimp." She
said quietly.

Though she felt a need to teach these guys a lesson, she never got angry.
Except once. The 215 pounder from the rival school was named Rod, which was
appropriate, since he was a dick. No one liked him. He was a bully. Some of
the girls pretended to like him because they like his muscular body, but they
still thought he was an asshole. Just before their match started, as they were
shaking hands, Rod whisper to Pam, "I'm gonna fuck you up you juiced up dyke
bitch." Pam was clearly stricken. The ref heard what Rod had said, and could
see that Pam was upset.

"Young lady, do you want me to stop. I could disqualify him."

Pam composed herself. "No, I'm okay. But thanks."

Pam then proceeded to literally beat the shit out of the guy. Punishing holds,
twirling slams, stuff the ref should have disallowed, but he let the match go
on. At some point, she had Rod on his side, his upper body and arms completely
under control with her legs. She reached back and put one hand on top of his
head. Then she grabbed one of his ankles, the one on the lower leg. She
slipped her hand over his mouth, and so quickly that no one noticed, she
snapped his leg with just one powerful arm, her other hand muffling his
scream. She turned him over and pinned him with one hand on his chest, her
favorite pose when the guy deserved humiliation. Rod had passed out. She stood
and whispered to the ref as he raised her hand, "I broke his leg, he might
need some attention."

Later that night, John let himself in to Pam's basement and found her in just
tiny panties and that little pink wifebeater which by this point in time Jill
had just let her keep. It was riding up really high on her torso so the
underneath side of her breasts were showing. She was doing pull-ups,
alternating one arm pull-ups, left, then right, etc. This is something only
the absolutely fittest, strongest people could ever do. When John came close,
Pam reached up and held the bar with both hands. He put his hands around
behind her waist and started kissing her abs. In a flash, Pam flung her legs
up and around John's torso, catching his arms also. She then began doing (2
arms) chin-ups again carrying John's weight along for the ride, while
squeezing him tightly with her legs. After about 10 reps, she let go at the
top and they both dropped to the floor, John on his back, Pam on top. "I'll
only let you up if you promise to wrestle fuck until we're both exhausted.
Promise?" He nodded. Even though she had wrestled twice that day and had done
a workout waiting for John to arrive, Pam pretty much had her way with John
that night, several times getting him in a variety of holds then making him
eat her, then finally riding him to half a dozen orgasms as she pounded him
into the mat. There was no meanness here. Just out of control, over the top,
extremely physical sex. Though John was in absolutely tip top physical
condition and an even match with Pam strengthwise, her energy level was
inexhaustible, and she sometimes wore John out.

When Pam slowly came down from her sexual high, she looked down at his
handsome face. "John, are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I? I got carried
away."

"No, Pam, I just can't keep up with you. You wear me out sometimes." He paused
for a moment. "Maybe you should be with someone your own age."

"Don't you love me?" She started tearing up.

"Yes, I do, more than anything. I just don't want you to think I'm holding you
back. You have a voracious sexual capacity, greater than imaginable. If you
need to get more gratification than I can provide, that's okay with me. And it
will deflect suspicion that we're having a relationship if you're seeing other
guys."

"Well, in the past, I've had that side of me that when a guy's a jerk, I'd
re-adjust his attitude with my pussy on his face, but I really don't want to
go there anymore. No John, no one else except you. But, if it's okay,
sometimes we girls get into a little steam blowing off, if you know what I
mean. I'd rather people think I'm a lesbian than reveal our relationship and
jeopardize your job. Is that okay? Or if a situation arises, unexpectedly?
Would that be okay?""

"Of course. And I'll be there always. I'll try to keep up."

In the meantime, across town Tommy was having a similar problem. Tamara was
getting wilder and wilder. As her strength grew, so did her sexual appetite.
She just loved to wrestle fuck and the more in control she was during the
wrestle, the more out of control she was during the fuck. "Tamara, baby, I
know that you are the greatest fuck in the world. You're an inexhaustible sex
machine. But I gotta tell ya baby, I get more sore from our sex than I do from
my wrestling matches with guys bigger than you."

"I'm sorry, baby, I know I get carried away. It just seems like the stronger I
get, the more turned on I get."

"Well, I never win our wrestling matches, and then you go sexually insane.
Sometimes I can't keep up. I don't want to lose you, I'm afraid you'll start
to become bored with me. So, if you want to explore, it's okay with me."

"IT'S OKAY WITH YOU." Tamara suddenly looked angry. Suddenly, Tommy looked
frightened.

"That wasn't the way it sounded. I just meant if you go seeking more sexual
satisfaction elsewhere, my feelings won't be hurt, 'though I'd hate to lose
you, like I said."

"Tommy, you're my guy. And I love having your big dick inside of me. Plus you
always look out for my pleasure. Like you have a choice." She laughed out
loud. "Don't worry, you won't lose me. But, I might do some experimenting. I
wanna try 2 guys at once."

"How can you have two guys fucking you at the same time?"

"No, Silly guy. I'm talking about 2 guys against me, wrestle fucking. The goal
is to have them servicing ME after I kicked their asses."

"Did you have anyone in mind?"

"Billie wrestles in the 152 class right now, so he's the same size as me, and
Josh does 160, so even though he's bigger than me, I wrestle in a higher class
than him, 'cause as you know, I'm so much better than either one of them. And
you know, they're good guys and kinda cute, with good bodies, plus we pal
around when you're not around, Tommy."

"Yeah, but they know that you're my girl. They'll never go along."

"Are you kidding, Tommy, I'll steer the conversation towards working out, then
take them to Pam's to show them where we work out when we're not in school. Do
you think when they see me in really tight shorts and maybe a tanktop with no
bra, they won't get instantly as horny as can be. When they hear my proposal,
they won't be able to resist. They'll think that 2 on one that they'll beat me
and then get to fuck me. Sorry, Tommy, but I think my hotness trumps their
loyalty to you."

"They're good wrestlers, obviously not near as good as you, but two on one,
I'm afraid they'll win. Then they'll get to fuck my girl."

"Well, if that's what happens, that's what happens. But quite frankly,
loverboy, I don't give them much of a chance."

Three days later, they got their chance. The coach gave everyone a day off
from lifting. "Well, I'm gonna go over to Pam's and workout," she said to
Josh, whom she had been training with in practice.

"Tamara, you're already stronger than me. Don't you ever give yourself a
break?"

"Sure, we all need recuperation time, but I'm stronger than you 'cause I push
myself harder. Wanna come along. I'm sure Pam will be there too. She's an
absolute monster with the weights.

"I've never seen you guys in the weight room. I thought the coach exempted you
'cause you're doing so good."

"No, he knows that we work out at Pam's and he thought it might actually be
bad for morale if you guys saw how much we push ourselves and each other. Jill
works out there with us too. Anyway, come on along. Bring Billie too.

"Sure."

"You can meet us there. Here's the address."

When Billie and Josh arrived, Tamara was there by herself. "Jillie took a pass
today, and Pam's upstairs doing homework. She'll be down in a little while."

Tamara took off her sweats. She was wearing a baby doll t shirt, several sizes
too small and running shorts, slit up the sides so you could see that
indentation the really fit people have on their glutes. Under her shorts was
the thong that she wore over her singlet during matches. The shorts were white
and you could clearly see the thong disappearing between those hard, round
glutes. The guys tried to hide their excitement, but it was difficult. "I see
you guys like my little workout outfit. Ya gotta be able to watch your muscles
at work in the mirrors. Wearing as little as possible helps to inspire, but it
also helps you keep good form. I'm thinking that you guys think I have a good
form. You guys should probably strip down somewhat also."

"Tamara, everyone knows that you and Pam and Jill have the hottest bodies
imaginable."

"Well, thanks, and today I'll show you some of how we got those bodies." After
stretching for a few minutes, Tamara went over to the high bar, and, with her
back to the boys, jumped up and cranked out 50 pull-ups. She kept her glutes
clenched the whole time, pushing the silky fabric of her shorts to their
limits. The detail in her upper back, shoulders and arms looked like a relief
map. She knew that she was driving the guys crazy, but then she always drove
guys crazy. "Next," she said as she dropped to the floor and turned around.
Her babydoll was starting to get wet with sweat, her nipples clearly
protruding. She giggled a little. Do you guys think you can do pull-ups with
boners. Both guys blushed.

"I heard that Pam had done over sixty pull-ups in football practice, but I've
never actually seen anyone do that many," spoke Josh. "I'll go next." He
jumped up to the bar and did 45, the most he had ever done by far, he was so
inspired by Tamara's performance. Billie actually did 52, when he dropped to
the floor he said he could hardly lift his arms any more.

"Well," teased Tamara, "what about a second set." The boys looked at her in
disbelief. She asked Josh to help her get ready. She put on one of those belts
that you can attach weight plates to. As Josh leaned forward to help put the
45 lb. plate on his head bumped into her tits.

"Sorry, Tamara, I didn't mean to do that."

"It's okay, Josh, they do stick out a little," she teased.

"They're unbelievably firm too," he thought to himself.

"I'll stand on this bench, after I grab the bar, pull the bench away, and then
put it back when I'm done, so I can get down." She then proceeded to knock out
22 pull-ups with the 45 pounder hanging from her waist. But not normal
pull-ups. Wide grip pull-ups, which are much harder. After she finish, Josh
tried. He couldn't even do one, regular grip. Billie didn't fare much better.
He did 3 regular grip pull-ups with a 25 lb. weight. Tamara's superior
strength was becoming as evident as her wrestling superiority. Her shoulders
and lats were so pumped at this point she was starting to look like a smaller
version of Pam.

Tamara could see that if they did the whole workout she had planned, the guys
would have nothing left and the wrestle fuck would be even less competitive
than she figured it might otherwise be. And besides, she was getting really
horny, reveling in the huge disparity between what she could do and what these
two very fit guys could do. "Billie, Josh, I had an ulterior motive for asking
you guys to come here today. Have either one of you guys ever wrestle fucked."
They both stood there with their mouths hanging open. "You know, guys. We
wrestle and then we have sex, the winner having their way with the loser. It's
really sexy and usually is great foreplay that leads to some really awesome
sex."

"Tamara, you know that you've beaten each of us in practice many times, and
rather easily at that. And besides, what about Tommy? He's our friend, I don't
know about Billie here, but I'd feel disloyal, fucking his girlfriend."

"Josh, you're so cute. But let me point out a few things. First, if we
wrestled one on one, like you pointed out, you wouldn't be fucking me, I'd be
fucking you. And second," she stopped talking for a minute, and slowly sexily
pulled off her running shorts and pulled her babydoll over her head, standing
there in only her thong, all her muscles pumped from her workout, her perfect
hard glutes swallowing the back of the thong, her large firm breasts that Josh
had bumped into minutes ago, standing straight out, defying gravity. She spoke
again, "Loyalty is great, but do you really want to pass up the chance of a
lifetime? I know Tommy is too much of a gentleman to ever talk with anyone
about what sex is like with me, but let me assure you that girls like Jill and
Pam and myself, with our athletic prowess and strength, are the best possible
fucks you could ever imagine. Besides, Tommy knows I want to experiment, but
he doesn't know who I'll experiment with, (she lied, but Tommy was sworn to
secrecy about who Tamara had chosen). Lastly, I also plan to wrestle both of
you at the same time. And I plan to win."

Tamara moved to the other side of the room, the boy's eyes following the
incredible movement of her glutes, marveling at the powerful arch in her lower
back, the narrow waist going to her wide, pumped lats. She turned around and
ran her hands up and down her ridged abs, cupped her breasts then down those
abs again to her fabric covered pussy. She shuddered briefly, then dropped
those veiny arms to her sides, hanging like slabs of meat. "I'm ready." She
dropped into a wrestler's ready stance, waving her hand in a "come and get me"
motion. Josh and Billie approached with caution, knowing how formidable she
was. They each grabbed an arm with two hands at her wrists. Tamara braced her
legs a little farther out and started pulling first Billie in towards her,
with one arm pulling his entire bodyweight, then letting up while pulling
heavier Josh towards her. She did this back and forth several times, each time
a little harder. Finally she pulled Josh totally into her, slamming her
shoulder into his chest, while whipping Billie around, slamming him into
Josh's side. Quickly, way too fast for them to react, she pushed off with her
powerful hurdlers's legs into their bodies tackling them to the ground with
frightful force and speed. She wrapped her legs around Josh's body and her
arms around Billie's chest in a bearhug, and started squeezing with all her
might, rendering both boys helpless and completely under her control in less
than a minute. She squealed with delight and moaned with arousal. Then she let
them up, and went back to the other side of the room, writhing, her whole body
tingling with excitement. She was getting so worked up that she could feel the
energy level and strength increasing as it always did with her when she got
turned on. Boy, were these guys in for it now, she thought.

"Come on, you can do better than that," she teased, knowing they couldn't,
knowing it was going to get harder for them. This time, she attacked. A couple
of quick steps toward them and she launched her body at them sort of sideways
like a cross body block, flattening them both again in an instant with her
hard body. Very soon, Josh's head was in a scissors and Billie was being
suffocated with her awesome boobs. She sat up for a moment and stripped both
boys of their shorts. Their dicks sprang to attention. She moved her thong
covering aside and shoved Josh's face right into her shaved pussy. "You know
what to do, Joshie." Then she went back to Billie. She flattened him on his
back, facing away from her. Holding his arms out to the sides, she told him to
lick her nipples whenever he got the chance, as she swung them back and forth
on his face. They were so firm it was almost like a fist hitting him, but he
tried to comply. In the meantime, Josh was also on his back facing the other
way. She let up on the scissors since he seemed to be getting into his task,
and spread her legs slightly to the sides of his head. She felt him moving his
hands to his member. She let go of Billie just long enough to grab Josh's arms
and secure them under her legs. As she was doing this, Billie reached up to
fondle her tits. Instantly, she slammed his arms back down. She was so hot at
this point she could barely talk, but she took a second to remind them of who
had won the wrestlefuck match. Then she went back to dominating Billie with
her tits and Josh with her pussy. She came long and hard bouncing up and down
on poor Josh's face, and slamming the hell out of Billie with her tits.

As she paused to catch her breath, she quickly reversed positions, so now she
was on Billie's face with her cunt and bombarding Josh's with her boobs.
Around this time, Pam wandered in. Tamara caught site of her and put her
finger to her lips, signaling for Pam to be quiet. Pam sat quietly and started
absentmindedly sticking her finger into her pussy, pleasuring herself as she
watched her best friend put on a frenzied sexual display. After she came
again, Tamara pulled the two boy's heads closer together and secured both of
their arms with her legs. Then she had Billie licking her cunt while Josh was
forced to pleasure her anus. She arched her back, looking blankly at the
ceiling and played with her wonderful tits, alternatingly cupping their
fullness with pinching her erect nipples. As she orgasmed yet again both boys
shot copious amounts of cum into the air. Pam was so taken with Tamara's
overwhelming sexuality that she came hard herself. "Tamara, you are sooo
fucking hot, they shot their loads without even being touched." Tamara stood,
straddling the boy's heads, now her turn to bask in her beautiful power. Pam
came over, stripping off her top and shorts so she now was also in just a
thong. She started rubbing Tamara's magnificent torso and arms, tracing the
veins along the tops of her round biceps, reaching the capped shoulders then
over to those breasts and down her abs to her crotch, then kneeling down, she
moved the thong aside and licked her pussy until she came yet again. The boys
were too exhausted to move so they got to watch the whole scene from right
below. As Tamara reached climax, her legs buckled, and Pam caught her just
before she crumbled right on top of Josh and Billie. She laid her down on the
mat and let her relax for a few minutes.

While Tamara rested, Pam went over to Bill and Josh. She grabbed each one
under an arm pit and with little effort lifted them to their feet. She walked
them over to the far wall, then sat them back down, their backs against the
wall facing the mats. "Guys, you were good sports, but as you can see Tamara
performs on a whole different plane of existence. So do I. You two just watch,
you're going to get to see something almost no one else has ever been lucky
enough to watch. We're going to show you how to really wrestlefuck."

Tamara propped herself up on one elbow, looking at Pam as she crossed the
room. "Pam, I can't compete with you."

"You're getting closer all the time, my friend. I'll ease up. Let's show these
guys what it's like while we get each other off some more." For the next hour
Pam and Tamara put on a show for the boys, their dicks at attention the whole
time. The girls told them that if they were good boys and resisted the
temptation to touch themselves, they would get a special treat at the end.
They wrestled really hard, harder than Billie and Josh had ever seen anyone
wrestle. Pam was amazed at how tough Tamara was, she hardly had to hold back
at all to make the competition fair. She even thought at one point that if
they were the same weight Tamara might even get the better of her. Tamara was
just so wild and the effects of sexual stimulation seemed to affect her more
intensely than they did Pam as far as heightening her strength levels. After a
wild hour of fighting and eating eat other out to many earth shattering
orgasms, they came over to the boys.

"Your turn guys." Josh and Billie looked more aroused and at the same time
more frightened than they had ever been. "Don't worry," said Pam. "We'll let
you be on top. Even under normal circumstances if we were in the female
superior position, we'd pound you into the carpet. But we're even more aroused
than usual, and we might kill you guys if we were on top." They giggled in
unison. Tamara was still in such a state, she couldn't stand still. She was
writhing and moaning. She grabbed Billie by the hand and yanked him to his
feet. He was hard as a rock. She actually grabbed him by the butt and picked
him up with on hand, guiding him into her wet, tight pussy with the other,
while she was still standing.

Pam and Josh watched this sexual dynamo as she instructed Billie to put his
legs around her waist. Then she fucked him standing up, her hands on his sides
moving his body in and out, rubbing her tits on his chest. "Cool," said Pam
and she did the same with Josh. After cumming once, the girls slowly lowered
themselves to the floor on their backs with both boys on top and let them
pound away for all they were worth.

The boys were made to promise secrecy. "I really like doing this and if guys
think they have no chance, which by the way, they don't, I'll have a hard time
finding willing victims, I mean opponents, so please don't tell anyone. Pam
here has a steady guy who actually can give her a good match, so she's
unlikely to look for outside action very often. She was just helping me give
you guys a reward for being good sports. I won't be happy if word gets out. I
almost never get angry, and you don't want to see me angry. Got it guys? Nod
your heads."

"Yeah, I guess I'll have to explain this to John."

"Who's John?" asked Billie.

"Oh, you don't know him. He's my guy, but he's not from around here." Pam
talked to John later that night on the phone, explaining how it just sort of
happened. He was okay with that. (She didn't tell him about what a sexual wild
animal Tamara had become.)

The next day the only one, (besides Billie and Josh and Tommy, who knew better
than to open their mouths) who found out about what had transpired in Pam's
basement gym, was Jill. "You should have seen Tamara," gushed Pam. "She was an
out of control sexual monster. I've never seen anything like it. She caused
those guys to sprout like geysers without even touching their dicks. And I
think she herself had more than 20 orgasms before the night was through. Plus
I think she catching up to me strengthwise, at least the strength to weight
ratio. And you should see how it escalates. The more aroused she gets the
stronger she gets, and the stronger she gets, the more aroused she gets. I
think she could have taken on more than 2 guys before the evening was out,
such was her heightened arousal and power."

Jill pondered these things. She was going through a similar situation. She may
not have been the strength monster that Pam was, and she may not have been as
highly sexualized as Tamara (who was), but she was extremely fit and way
stronger than the average guy, and Sam wasn't keeping up with her either.
Maybe it was time for her to do some experimentation.