After the State Tournament
by Musclehead



As exhausted as she was, while driving home, Pam's mind kept wandering to her
friend and all that had happened over the last 8 months. John, her football
coach and lover had been away for an extended period of time staying with his
aging parents as his Dad was in failing health. Pam was horny as hell, but she
could understand why Tamara needed to be with Tommy tonight. Their
relationship still needed some repair, but Pam was wondering how Tamara was
going to have sex with just about anyone except her, without physically
hurting them. Tamara would never do this intentionally, unless the guy was an
asshole. Tommy was not an asshole, and Tamara loved him, but even after she
had taught him a lesson two weeks ago, she lost control and banged him up
pretty good while overwhelmed by one of her sexual frenzies. This could prove
to be a problem for Tamara in the future unless she wound up only getting into
sexual encounters with some jerkoff jocks. She was pretty sure her friend was
not into that. Arrogant guys are to be avoided.

Tamara's parents were out of town, an unfortunate and unavoidable business
trip. That's why they couldn't see their daughter become the most talked about
athlete in the state in one day. So she and Tommy had their house to
themselves. They got some pizza and settled in on the living room floor to
watch a movie and talk. Inevitably the subject of what happened two weeks ago
came up. "Tamara, even though I'm a state champion wrestler headed to college
on a full athletic scholarship, I completely accept that you are physically
superior to me in every way. And you are a great companion and I love you. But
I'm afraid to have sex with you, and that's driving me crazy."

"I know. I've been trying to think about what we can do. I'm really sorry
about this. I never expected that when I started training more intensely it
would lead to me being a dangerous person to have sex with."

"I feel lucky to be with the hottest girl in the world, at least I can't
imagine anyone being hotter than you. I don't think there's another person who
could make a guy cum twice without being touched and four times in half an
hour while totally roughed up and exhausted. But that's what you did to me.
It's beyond comprehension."

"I wish I could control myself. The more aroused I get the more out of control
I get. And considering I'm already stronger than anyone I've ever been with,
when I get into that cycle, you know, of my strength turning me on, then my
arousal making me stronger, and on and on, I'm afraid of what might happen."

"But, I'm so horny for you."

"And I'm so horny for you," said Tamara with tears in her eyes, (even this
most awesome female specimen could still tear up like a little girl
sometimes). I really don't want to go the route of having more guys involved.
Even Billie and Josh together were no match for me I'm sorry to say." She sat,
pondering options for a moment. "Tommy, I don't want this to sound like I'm
into anything kinky. Although, I guess a lot of people would find wrestle
fucking to be kinky. I mean,?.. you know,?..I'm not into bondage or anything,
but??my bed has those wrought iron like lattice headboard and footboards. My
Mom and Dad, evidently are a little kinky. I found these fur covered handcuffs
accidently when I was looking for a blouse in my Mom's bureau."

Across town, Sam was trying to console Jill about getting knocked out of the
tournament in the second round. "Babe, last year you were a long distance
runner. Pam helped you with strength training, I taught you to wrestle, and
you got better than me, very quickly. You got into the state tournament after
one season of wrestling and the guy who beat you went onto to become the
champ. He didn't pin you, but he did pin the guy in the finals. So you could
argue that you're the second best. That's so awesome. You should be so proud.
How can I make you feel better?"

Jill sat, sorta sulking, but in her heart, she knew Sam was right. "Sam, what
was the guy who wrestled in the 125 weightclass last year?"

"That was me, Jill."

"Oh, I meant the 135 guy."

"That was Kenny."

"What ever happened to him? Is he off at school somewhere?"

"No, he wasn't a very good student. He's a good mechanic though, got a job at
the auto place repair down the road."

"You ever see him?"

"Yeah, all the time. Why?"

"Call him. Tell him to come over." Sam looked at her quizzically. "I have an
idea that might make me feel a little better."

When Pam arrived home, there was a car out in front of their house that she
didn't recognize. Kinda beat up. Something just didn't feel right to her. She
decided to park a couple doors down and then she let herself in the basement
door to where her gym was. She quietly went up the steps and opened the door.
The first thing she saw was her Step-Dad, sitting, leaning against the living
room wall with blood on his head. She silently stepped into the room. There
was a man standing there with a pistol, not pointing it at Pam's mother, but
clearly intimidating her with it. By the looks of things, Pam surmised that it
was a thief, and he had probably pistol whipped her Step-Dad.

As she tried to sneak up on the guy, he seemed to catch the movement in Pam's
mom's eyes, looking towards Pam. The element of surprise was lost. As the guy
turned around to face Pam, she was shocked to be face to face with her Dad,
whom she hadn't seen in about 5 years.

"Well, lookie here. What do we have here. Haven't you grown. Wow, look at
those titties." He now had the gun pointed a little more in Pam's direction.
He sort of motioned with the gun. "I wanna see more. Why don't you just take
off that jacket so I can see a little more."

"You pig. I'm not gonna do anything for you." Her Dad got a look in his eye
that was part angry, part lecherous. He pointed the gun at Pam. She slowly
took off her zipper front hoodie. She still had on her tight tank top that she
had worn to help Tamara get worker up before her big match.

"Ohhhh, that's fine. Man, great tits, but what are all those muscles. Your
Daddy doesn't like that too much." He got closer, actually reached out and
touched her hair with his free hand. That's when Pam struck. That's when the
gun went off. As she pushed him halfway across the room, a bullet struck her
in the shoulder. Her Dad landed face down in the middle of the room. Pam
leaped from where she was standing, landing full force on his back. She was in
such a rage, pent up after all these years, fueled by the present situation
that she didn't seem to be aware that she had been shot. She immediately
grabbed him in a sort of reverse bearhug, but around his upper body and head,
squeezing and pulling back with such force that instant ear piercing screams
were followed by a sound that could only be bones breaking as she slammed his
body against the floor, left then right then again pulling back.

Pam's Step Dad had gotten to his feet and grabbed the gun, which had gone
flying out of her Dad's hands at some point during the altercation. Pam's Mom
was already calling 911 when Pam's body went limp, probably from loss of
blood. Her Dad's body had gone limp a couple minutes before. Both were taken
to the hospital, Pam's Dad under police guard. Due to her awesome level of
fitness, she would recover and well enough to be sent home from the hospital
just 3 days later. Pam's Dad didn't fare so well. Seven broken ribs, both his
arms broken. His back wrenched so hard, the doctors said he might have to wear
a brace the rest of his life, the first six to ten of which would be spent in
jail.

Tamara laid down on her bed wearing her baby doll that she had altered for her
state championship match, and a tiny pink thong. She spread her arms and legs
out toward the four corners of the bed, and Tommy carefully handcuffed her to
the outside frames of the headboard and footboard. He then got between her
outstretched legs, and slowly crawled up towards her point of no return. Using
his teeth, he pulled aside the thin fabric of the panties. For some reason
Tamara shared that turn on with Pam, keeping the thong on and moving it to the
side. Tommy liked that too. He slowly licked her pussy from bottom to top, his
tongue flat, covering as much area as possible. "Wait, Tommy, stop," Tamara
huskily breathed out. "Tonight is role reversal night. You're going to have
your way with me. You first."

He didn't need to be asked twice. He inched his way up and sat on her rock
hard torso, just below her boobs, those amazing boobs that were so firm. He
stuck his already rock hard member between her breasts, the pushed the
together, completely enveloping it. As he moved forward and backward, he was
astonished to find Tamara moaning as loudly as he was, wondering what part of
this was turning her on so much. But then, just about everything turned her
on. He came buckets full, and she came hard, arching her back and lifting both
of them off the bed as they climaxed together. Because of the size and
firmness of her breasts there was nowhere for all that cum to go except all
over them and all over his dick.

Tamara looked up at him with glazed eyes. "Oh, my, you big man, taking
advantage of me like that."

"Well, you've been a bad girl, now you'll have to lick all this sticky cum off
my dick." He moved farther up, hovering over her and stuck his dick in her
mouth. Both were clearly getting into this scenario and as Tamara licked Tommy
clean, he came in her mouth, then moved down and used his dripping member to
tease her pussy, rubbing it up and down along her labia. Suddenly, Tamara
bucked, as if she had received an electrical shock, throwing Tommy right off
the bed with her thrusts, all from her powerful torso. Tommy immediately
jumped back up and inserted himself into her wet vagina. Tommy fucked her
several times, leaning forward and sucking on her beautiful boobs, kissing her
neck, etc. while pounding away. Tamara went as physically crazy as anyone
possibly could with the arms and legs confined. She seemed to orgasm three or
four times for every one of Tommy's. Still, he managed 5 good ones, amazing
for a guy. That was how much Tamara turned him on.

Finally, they settled down, an exhausted Tommy lying on top of her
extraordinary body, both drenched in sweat. After ten or fifteen minutes of
them lying there breathing deeply as one, both basking in the success of their
coupling without him getting hurt, Tamara asked him to undo the handcuffs.
Tommy was stunned to find that while powerfully writhing and bucking, Tamara
had actually bent the metal frames of both the headboard and footboard of the
bed. As he kneeled by the last corner, undoing the last cuff, he was suddenly
thrown to the floor. Before he could react, Tamara jumped on top of him,
planted her pussy on his face, arched backwards, grabbing his ankles, then sat
back up, bringing his legs along with her. "Lick me clean Tommy." He serviced
her until she had one final orgasm. Then she got off him and laid down next to
him, putting her head on his chest and stroking his abs. "I just wanted to let
you know what I could still do if I wanted, but I liked it with you in charge
also. I think I'm cured of this need to be in control while I'm out of
control.

As Pam woke in the hospital, she pondered to herself that the physical pain in
her shoulder had replaced the metaphorical burden that she had carried on her
shoulders since that night years ago when her father had tried to force
himself on her. She had beaten him to within an inch of his life. It had been
cathartic for her, and she felt that finally she could be happy. She needed to
share this with John, and that night she prayed, not for her wound to heal,
but for her lover to come back.

When Kenny arrived at Sam's house, he came down to the family room where Jill
and Sam were hanging out. Jill excused herself and, grabbing her gym bag, went
into the bathroom. When she re-emerged, she was wearing a long white bathrobe.
"Sammy, I thought that sharing this with you and your friend here might be
twice as much fun as just sharing it with you."

"What's up, Jilly." She dropped her robe and was wearing one of those very
revealing suits they call a slingshot. She looked terrific, not in Tamara or
Pam's league, (who was), but at least as good as any fitness model. Sam and
Kenny both reacted as any teenage guy would looking upon such hotness.

"Let's wrestle fuck," she said as she ran her hands up and down her tight
torso. "Let's go,?.come on, get moving, take your clothes off."

"Which one?"

"Both."

"No, I meant which one first?"

"Sam, you know I can beat you easily. I pinned you early in the season, and
while you've gotten a little better, I've become a lot better. Kenny here
might not know it, but I'm sure I could beat him easily also. So, what I'm
saying is I want to take you both at the same time. If you guys win, one of
you can fuck me in my tight pussy while the other fucks me in my hard ass, but
if I win?????"

So, as Pam finally dealt with the burden of her past, and Tamara was coming to
terms with her animal sexuality, Jill was about to move things to a new level.