Pam and Tamara at the State Tournament, then Track begins 
by Musclehead



As the wrestling season got closer to the end, Tamara started to cover up.
Instead of the alterations that the girls had been wearing all season long,
the sports bra, the thong over the singlet and the pink kneesocks, Tamara
started wearing a loose longsleeve t-shirt under her singlet for matches.
Everyone wondered what was going on. She stayed covered up during practice
also. Tommy wondered what was going on. "I just want to see how people will
react to just my wrestling ability instead of my body and how I display my
body." She became somewhat withdrawn, worked out by herself, didn't even have
any wrestle fuck sessions with Tommy during the last five weeks of the season.

She spent an evening with Jill and Pam. "What's going on with you, Tamara? It
seem like ever since that night when you should Billie and Josh who's in
charge, you seem different. When you and I wrestled that night, I was
astonished at how far you've come. I remember when I first started training
you I thought you had the same potential as me, though I had a head start, and
then I shot up 2 more inches and 20 more lbs. and I figured I'd always be way
beyond you. I had to work harder during our wrestlefuck session than I have
had to all year, even against heavyweight opponents. I think in a regulation
type match, I might beat you, but I could never pin you. Now you seem so
withdrawn. Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine, Pam. And Jill, just different. But not bad. Though it
might cause some complications. It's a surprise. I'm amazed you haven't
figured out what's different since you and I wrestled that evening."

"Other than how strong you've become,?..wait?.you don't weight 150 lbs. any
more. Do you?

"No."

"How much?"

"A secret. It'll all come to a head soon."

About a week before the season ended and the state tournament was about to
start, Coach Horne called the team together to explain the arcane rules of
qualifying. "The following people are going to states, in order from bottom to
top. Jill, Billie, Tamara, Josh, Tommy, and Pam. Jim qualified, but he's still
injured, so he'll just be there for moral support. Tommy is returning State
Champ, so he can choose what weight class he wants to be in. Tommy, have you
thought about that?"

"Yeah. Not to be selfish, but my college scholarship depends on winning the
states again, and even though I'm undefeated at 180, my class is 172. I don't
think I could ever beat that guy in the 180 class. He won easily last year. So
I want to do 172."

"Tamara, the means, since Josh has to be in the 160 class, since that's what
he weighs, you'll go back to 152, which is fine, 'cause quite frankly, I'll
think you'll be the favorite in that weight class."

"Jill, I think you should wrestle 125, that okay with you? And Billie, I think
you can shed 2 lbs. and wrestle 142." She nodded in the affirmative. "Pam,
what do you want to do?"

"I think I'd like the 215 class, if that's okay with you. I think I could win
in the heavyweight class, but I'd rather have the kind of faster pace action
that that would provide. Okay?"

"Fine with me. Okay, let's go check our weights."

Jill weighed in right at the 125 necessary to qualify. She'd been very
consistent weightwise all season long. Billie weight 144, Josh weighed 159,
Tommy, 171. "Where's Tamara?"

She went to pee, she'll be right here. I'll go get her." Pam went into the
girl's locker room and came back with Tamara, holding her hand.

"Jump on the scale, Tamara," said Coach Horne. Tamara squeezed Pams's hand
tight as if for reassurance, then she got on the scale. "What's going on here,
Tamara, you weigh 164?" Tamara glanced over at Pam and Jill, with a slight
smile on her face. "How did this happen?"

"Coach, my weight has been steadily going up, but since I was always wrestling
a class, then two above my weight during the season, no one, yourself
included, Pam and Jill and even Tommy included, no one noticed at weighins,
because it was a foregone conclusion that I would make weight, so no one paid
any attention."

"Well, you're never going to get to 152, and that creates a dilemma. Do you
think, you could get down to 160?"

"No, and if I did, what would happen to Josh?"

"You'd have a wrestle-off for the spot, but since you don't think you can get
that low, I guess you'll have to wrestle against Tommy to determine who
represents us at 172 in the states." Tommy looked down at the floor, not
wanting to acknowledge what the coach had just said.

Tamara looked over at Pam and Jill. "Complications galore," she whispered. The
girls stifled a giggle. Then she looked over at Tommy. She loved Tommy and she
really didn't want to do anything to jeopardize his college scholarship.
"Coach, Tommy is my boyfriend. I've never wrestled him and I don't want to
start now."

"Why not? This is the wrestling team and the best wrestler should represent
us, boyfriend or not. I want to see you to wrestle for the 172 class
qualification."

Tommy looked up from the floor. "Coach, Tamara said we've never wrestled. She
should have said we never wrestled in public. We've done it plenty of times in
private." He paused for a minute, gathering himself. "As embarrassing as this
is to say, I've never won. She wins every single time, easily. I have no
chance." He got up, shoulders slumping dejectedly and started to leave.

"I'll wrestle 180," said Tamara. Everyone's eyes lit up.

"Tamara, he's a monster, mean as a snake. He's never lost since his freshman
year when he was wrestling 152."

"I'm not afraid. How about this coach, if it's okay with you, Jill and Billie
can train together., then Josh and Tommy, and I'll practice with Pam. She's
the best."

Coach put his hands on Tamara's shoulders. "Pam's never wrestled this guy.
He's from the other side of the state. As awesome as Pam is, I don't know that
she'd beat him. He wrestles against heavyweights all season long too, never
looses, then drops back for the states. He's awfully tough. I'd hate to see
you get hurt."

"I'll be okay. But thanks for your concern."

"Pam has been awesome from the start. You've grown, gotten better and better
all season long. And now you've gained 14 lbs. Is it the right 14 lbs.?"

"Coach, I'm sure everyone has noticed how I've stayed covered up for the past
several weeks. I said it was because I wanted people to appreciate me for my
wrestling skills instead of my body, but that's bull. I just wanted to wait
till I was ready." With that, she stripped down to her tanktop and short,
tight shorts, the ones split up the side that she wore when she had her
encounter with Billie and Josh. Everyone's eyes popped. She looked absolutely
lethal. She only weighted 14 lbs. less than Pam at this point, but at 2 inches
shorter, she actually looked as muscular if not maybe a little harder. "I'll
be okay, Coach. Let's practice."

"As they were getting ready to start, Pam saw a look of concern on Tamara's
face. "Are you worried?"

"No. I was just wondering why Tommy was embarrassed that I beat him all the
time. I thought he was beyond that. I thought he was enlightened. Maybe he
needs another attitude adjustment." They giggled.

After practice, Tamara asked Pam if she could use Pam's home gym. "Do you ever
stop?'" Pam asked.

"Pam, you are my hero, you are my inspiration. There have been times in your
training when you never stop. Since I saw you destroy Bill, last Spring, I
knew I wanted to be like you, to be able to do what you can do."

"Not to sound arrogant Tammy girl, but I thought I was one of a kind. You've
proven me wrong. In fact, I'm thinking that if you weighed 178 lbs. you might
get the best of even me."

"I don't want to get the best of you, girl, just any guy, every guy my size."

"But, you're beating guys way bigger than you. You're fucking incredible."

"Just like you girlfriend. I owe it all to you. Anyway, I still got lottas
energy coursing through my veins. I need to release it. I think part of it is
that I haven't had any sex in 5 weeks. I've been putting everything into
getting stronger, and it's worked. I've got this pent up sexual energy. I can
go up several more pounds of muscle before the states, if I keep this going."

"My gym is your gym. I've got a lot of homework to do, but maybe I can join
you if I finish it. Just let yourself in the back door."

As Tamara was exiting the girl's locker room, she bumped into Tommy in the
hall. "Tamara, that was very nice of you."

"Well, like you said, I didn't want to embarrass you in front of the coach.
Plus I want you to get that scholarship. But, quite frankly I'm surprised you
chickened out about wrestling that 180 pounder from across the state."

"I didn't chicken out," he said, somewhat defensively. "Like I said, I don't
want to take a chance of losing my scholarship."

"Whatever."

"You seem like you're mad at me."

"No, Tommy, I'm not mad. I love you, that's why I maneuvered so you'll get to
wrestle in your class. I'm just surprised. True champions are fearless. I'm
going over to Pam's to hit the weights. See you later."

"Tammy, we haven't had sex in 5 weeks."

"Sorry, baby, I'm just putting all my energy into my workouts. Besides, I
thought you needed a break."

"A little bit. All my bruises are gone," he joked. "I so horny baby, and
seeing how stunning your body looked today at weighin was amazing and really
got me going."

"Soon, baby. Right now I'm going over to Pam's to work out. If I'm going to
beat that guy you say is such a monster, I've got to be at my absolute best.
And you should be pushing yourself too. Don't take a victory in the states for
granted. Wanna join me? It'll just be the two of us. Pam's got a lot of
homework."

"Sure, babe, I'll meet you there." Tommy went to his car thinking that maybe
he'd get a little action after their workout. He knew that Tamara got horny
after working out and basking in her strength. As Tamara walked towards her
car, she was reassessing her feeling towards Tommy. She was disappointed that
he seemed scared to fight that guy, though she understood. But she was a
little pissed about his comment of being embarrassed that she could beat him.
She thought he was past those male superiority thoughts. She would have
assumed that she (and Pam) had done enough in that area to convince people.
"Maybe a little wrestling is in order after our workout," she thought to
herself. "No fucking, just wrestling to remind him of the things that modern
women can do."

When Tommy arrived at Pam's house, Tamara was already there. He was
disappointed to see that she had her sweats on. Tamara was in the inversion
machine cranking out upside down crunches. Though she often did her crunches
holding a 45 lb. plate behind her head, today she was cranking them out fast,
without the weight, for a change of pace. Tommy watched in amazement as she
did well over a hundred as he watched. When she got down, Tommy asked "Tammy,
baby, that was amazing. How many did you do before I came in?"

"Oh, I don't know, I guess a couple hundred."

"Incredible," he said to himself as he pulled off his sweats. He still had on
his practice singlet. He hoped her seeing his muscular body would get her
horny. He pulled the shoulder straps down so his upper body was bear.

"Oh, good, you still have your singlet on, we can practice some moves after we
work out. I have a singlet on too, although not regulation." She slowly
removed her pants, revealing those awesome, deeply cut legs. Then she slowly
pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Her idea of a singlet was a thong leotard
with the sides cut up all the way to her armpits, the straps in the front
covering her nipples and not much else. With the exception of the shorts and
tanktop earlier, Tommy hadn't seen her with this little on since they had
wrestlefucked 5 weeks ago. This outfit emphasized how incredibly feminine and
sexy Tamara was while enhancing a musculature that rivaled Pam's. It was
canary yellow, and it was already damp with sweat.

"Do you like it, Tommy?" Stupid question. She looked down at his crotch. "You
won't be able to get a good pump in your biceps if all your blood is in your
dick." She laughed. Then she turned and walked over to the dumbbell rack.
Tommy stared at her muscular ass, and the incredible movements it made as she
walked. "I'm going low weights, high reps today, just for a change of pace.
It's called the muscle confusion principle." That said, she picked up two 55
lb. dumbbells.

"I thought you were going light?"

"This is light, Tommy, dear." He watched in awe as she proceeded to
alternately curl 37 times with each arm. He knew that he couldn't do that. 55
lbs. was in the heavy range for him, maybe 14 reps each, if he was at his
best. As she slowed down, barely getting the weights up on the last few reps,
the muscles and veins in her arms were so pumped they looked like they were
going to explode. The whole workout went that way, her exceeding him in every
exercise. Tamara felt herself getting moist, and not just from sweat. Once
again the difference between her strength and stamina and his was getting her
a little, no, a lot worked up. But she vowed to herself to keep it strictly
workout and nothing else.

Finally, they were done with the weights. "You're amazing, Tommy."

"Me? I can't believe you."

"Well, I've been doing these high intensity workouts for a while. A few weeks
and you'd catch right up to me." (She thought to herself, "Not.") "Anyway,
let's practice. You know, we've muscle fucked plenty, but we've never really
wrestled each other while using the collegiate rules. How about we practice
some escapes. You down first, me up." Tommy got down on hands and knees and
Tamara kneeled beside him, putting one arm over his back and around his waist,
and the other on his elbow. "You say go."

"Go." Tommy moved to a sitout. Tamara followed his movements, easily
countering his efforts. He tried another move, and another. Nothing he did
worked. He could not escape. Tamara didn't even appear to be trying that hard.

"You can't get away from me, Tommy. My turn now, okay?" They switch positions.
"Go." She was on her feet and out of his hold in less than a second. Again.
"Go." She was gone. Again. "Tommy, you decide when we go."

"Go," said Tommy. This time Tamar did a sitout to a reversal with ease,
flattening him out onto the mat. After a few more of those, always the same
result. The next time, as Tommy said go, Tamara sat out, turned, shot one arm
between his legs, and the other under his near arm, around his shoulder to his
other arm, and flipped him and pinned him so fast that he could not muster any
reaction at all. They did another and another, each time different, each time
the same results. Tamara could tell that she might not be able to contain
herself too much longer, she was getting so hot.

When going for an escape, it's always best for the person on the bottom to
turn out and away when escaping or attempting a reversal. The next practice
escape, Tamara turned inwards towards Tommy, a dangerous move, but she
speedily secured one of his legs with her legs, his other leg with one of her
hands and his head and upper body with her other arm, bulling him down with
brutal strength and pinning him in 3 seconds.

"You can't stop me. You, Tommy Miller, State Champ cannot do anything to stop
me. I'm twice as fast and twice as strong. I can do anything I want to you at
any time. Tamara had vowed to keep this all practice, but this newest
revelation was too much and her arousal had clearly gotten the better of her.
She got up on her knees, staring down at him, writhing and panting, but not
from exertion. She grabbed the straps of her leotard and pulled them down
around her waist, like Tommy had earlier, moaning and growling as she went.
Tommy reached up for her boobs. In an instant she reached up grabbing him by
the wrists and slamming them to the mat above his head. She hopped off to the
side of his body and ripped off his singlet.

That's when he realized that she was holding both his arms immobile with just
one of hers. The arm that had just torn off his singlet immediately went down
below his knees, and with a mighty pull, she easily folded him in half.
Quickly reaching up with the same arm, she grabbed his arm that was on that
side, pulling it downward and behind his legs, and pulled the other arm down
as she went. She spun and planted herself on his face, spreading her bent legs
out to the sides of his head. Tommy was folded in half and his arms were
wrapped around his legs and she was now back to holding his wrists with one
hand, so she effectively had his arms and legs completely under her control
with one arm. She squealed with delight, her arousal reaching yet another
level, further fueled by the newest realization of what she had just done. She
reached down with her free hand, pulling her thong to the side and shoving her
pussy into his mouth.

Pounding up and down on his face while holding him completely immobile, she
quickly came to an orgasm, but didn't stop until she had reached several more.
At this point, her mind was reeling, thinking of nothing but how strong she
was and how aroused she was, getting more aroused, getting stronger. But other
things kept creeping into her consciousness, thoughts like how much she loved
Tommy, anger at how she was mad that he had used the word "embarrassed", how
unafraid she was of the 180 lb. monster from across the state, how afraid he
seemed. She opened her eyes and beyond Tommy's arms and legs held immobile by
her one incredibly strong arm was his bare ass sticking up in the air, and
between his arms and legs, his dick looking as pumped up as her arms did
during their workout. She spanked him a couple of times with her free hand,
then leaned back and played with her breasts with her free hand while resuming
to humping his face, closing her eyes, leaning back and reveling in her power
and feral sexuality. Suddenly she felt something hot splattering against her
beautiful abs.

With perfect timing, Pam walked in to see her best friend sitting on her
boyfriend's facing, orgasming, while holding him completely immobile with one
hand. Her back was arched so far that her magnificent tits stuck straight up
in the air, and he was involuntarily ejaculating all over her magnificent
body, again without his dick having ever been touched. Pam came over and
kneeled behind Tamara, and started fondling her breasts. Tamara turned her
head to meet Pam's with a kiss while reaching back with her free hand and
running it through Pam's thick hair. "You are unbelievable, girlfriend," Pam
whispered in Tamara's ear.

"Ohhhhh, Pam baby, I'm not done with Tommy yet. Will you still be there for me
after I'm done rearranging his attitude?"

"Sure, but can I watch."

"Anything for you sister."

"Can I service myself while I watch?"

"Showtime, girlfriend."

Pam moved to the other side of the room, while Tamara let go of Tommy's arm
and legs and as they flopped to the ground, she got up off of his face. She
took her thong leotard the rest of the way off, then went sat kneeled down at
his feet, her hands resting on her muscular thighs, her boobs rising high and
returning to merely fully upright with her breathing. Eventually, Tommy
started to come around.

"Tommy, you got you cum all over my leotard and my abs and a little on my
tits. The leotard will go in the laundry. As far as the rest goes, you're
going to lick it clean and swallow every last drop."

"Why are you doing this to me? I thought you loved me."

"I'm doing this because I do love you. You disappointed me today. I've already
explained how surprised I was that you chickened out of the showdown with that
guy. But I'm pissed that you referred to losing to me in wrestling as
something to be embarrassed about. Tommy, I'm way stronger than you, way
faster than you, way smarter than you. But I'm also way stronger, faster, and
smarter than almost every guy around. Obviously you need to be reminded of
what I am and what I can do. Now, start licking. I've got other plans for us
tonight."