The Padre Island Muscle Club
by supreme
A very private club where wealthy, "mature," women wrestle, box, & relieve stress.

A WALK ON THE BEACH

The sky was bright blue and the Sunday beach was uncrowded as Rico 
Schmidt strode confidently south toward the jetty. A few families, some 
singles, and the occasional group of or lone woman, sunbathing. Rico 
always noticed the women, and they always noticed him.  Of 
Italian/German ancestry, he had the olive skin and dark wavy hair of the 
Mediterranean and the muscular body and blue eyes of a Nordic warrior.  
A professional middle-weight bodybuilder, he loved to strut down a beach 
in a skimpy posing bikini, feeling the hungry eyes of the women who 
tracked his progress. At 25 he was in perfect shape, 5' 9",a chiseled 
188 pounds of man muscle, with confidence and a winning smile.  But 
there wasn't much to smile at so far, today,  which wasn't unusual for 
South Padre Island just before Spring Break.  It was the beginning of 
March.  This was slack time, between the arrival of the "snowbirds" from 
Canada, mainly retirees who came during the winter,  and the onslaught 
of the spring-breakers, who would invade the south Texas beaches by the 
thousands in one more week.  But for now all was calm...and boring.  
Rico had three days off from his job as a nutritional supplements 
salesman, and he was feeling horny.  He kept walking, feeling the warm 
sun on his almost naked body, and his imposing phallus bouncing, ever so 
lightly, inside the thin restraining fabric of his red lycra bikini. The 
last time he was here he had been mistaken for a Mexican TV star by some 
very friendly, and very wealthy Mexican women, on vacation from Tampico, 
who "adopted" him for a couple of days, taking him to their hotel, their 
parties, and eventually into their beds.  He had nailed all four of them 
within 48 hours.  Ahhh, the memory.  But things weren't looking so 
promising today. 

Rico kept walking south and neared the jetty.  This was the area mainly 
occupied by the snowbirds, mostly old, but often their women were what 
one might call "well-preserved," although the elderly ladies did tend to 
run around in bikinis that were designed for 20 year olds. The area was 
mostly deserted, with just a few couples, and one woman, off by 
herself....who was waving....at Rico.  Hah, he thought, I've attracted 
some old bitty. But she continued to wave vigorously at him, so he 
decided to be nice and say hello. 

 As he drew near her beach chair she jumped up, saying, "Hi there! It's 
good to see you again! God, what a beautiful tan!"  The woman was at 
least 60,  though still pretty, in a mature sort of way,  with short, 
thick, "salt and pepper" hair,  dark tan, very buxom, and wearing an 
obscenely brief white bikini, which let him have more than a peek at her 
breasts, aureoles, and even her pubic mound, her labia tautly outlined 
by the tiny lycra triangle of her suit. Above the lycra triangle was a 
gleaming silver stud; she was pierced! The woman was also VERY muscular, 
and Rico felt an intense wave of horniness and sexual electricity 
between them.  There was something familiar about her.  "I bet you don't 
remember," she explained, "We swam in the same lane at the workout pool 
in Harlingen. About two years ago. You raced my son, and beat him rather 
badly.  I'm Muriel, by the way." They shook hands and again, Rico could 
feel the heat.  He could also feel the big phallic bulge growing in his 
bikini, projecting straight at Muriel's thong. "I'm Rico;  now I 
remember.  I was more impressed with your swimming than his, I think."  
Muriel's son had been considerably older than Rico, and now he recalled 
that even in the pool he had been attracted to her, although she had 
been a lot less muscular, even plump.  She had worn a speedo-one piece 
racing suit, and her husband, a fat, soft looking man, had also been 
around somewhere.  Muriel laughed, "Well, after my husband died right 
after that,  my son moved back to Canada, so now it's just me. Thankyou 
for saying that about my swimming, Rico," she added, giving the muscle-
man a friendly little squeeze on his forearm.  "I hope you don't mind me 
saying this, but you have one fine bod." The old woman was openly ogling 
him now, including his bulging bikini. "Thanks;  you look great in your 
bikini; it goes well with your tan."  Muriel scoffed, "Ohhhh, thankyou, 
but I'm just a fat old lady; you should hear my grandkids squawk when 
they see me in a bikini, they think there should be a law against women 
my age wearing them."  Muriel again petted Rico, this time just above 
his muscled rump, and he in turn gave her a playful squeeze on the upper 
arm.  "You're in incredible shape, Muriel.  How did you get those 
beautiful muscles?"  Muriel moved a step closer  to Rico and hit a bicep 
shot behind her head. "Here, feel these; tell me if they are hard."  
Muriel's muscles were rock hard. The two were standing so close now that 
Muriel's big boobs were brushing Rico's chest, and Rico's swollen 
phallus, also rock hard,  and restrained only by the thin fabric of his 
suit, was lighly rubbing against the front of her bikini. Neither one 
backed off.  Rico exclaimed, "Wow, you're so strong, I should challenge 
you to a wrestling match!"  Muriel squealed and grabbed Rico's arms in a 
mock tussle, "Do you like to wrestle?  I LOVE to wrestle! I bet I can 
beat you!"  The two continued their playful rough-house for a few 
seconds. While certain she was joking about wrestling(as he was),  Rico 
did notice the old lady had an iron grip. "Say, I was getting ready to 
go on a walk when I saw you; would you like to come with me?  We could 
go to Boomerang Billy's and I'll by you a drink." Rico agreed, but 
first, Muriel asked him to rub some  tanning oil on her back. Pointing 
to a big towel laid out in the sand, Muriel suggested, "Why don't we get 
comfortable." They both sat on the towel, with Muriel in front, Rico 
close behind her, rubbing oil into her well-muscled back and his legs 
forward rubbing, rather erotically, against  Muriel's bare thighs at 
several points. Rico's bikini front brushed against Muriel's upper buns 
as he cinched in a little closer, so he could give a good backrub with 
the oil. "Ooooooohhhh, that feels good," cooed Muriel, " you have great 
hands."  She started stroking his big, firm calves, "Great legs, too."  
Rico started kissing her back and she purred like a big cat. After 
several minutes, Muriel said it was time to go, and they both stood up, 
facing each other.  Muriel said, "Here, let me thank you." and the two 
muscular specimens, both almost naked, slowly embraced in a deep, slow, 
wet, French kiss. 

Walking hand in hand up the beach toward Boomerang's, Rico noticed that 
Muriel was even more muscular than he first thought.  Damn, she's bigger 
than me, he realized. Even though she was shorter, she probably 
outweighed him by 5 or 10 pounds. What a strange situation! Here he was, 
a bronze male muscle-god, walking on a beach in an immodest bikini with 
an old lady in a  more immodest bikini,  who was even more muscular than 
he was.  He could feel her massive oiled shoulders brush against him, as 
well as her intense muscular sexuality.  His cock was exploding now, 
forming a tautly outlined curving prow as he strode up the beach. Muriel 
looked down at it and smiled, squeezing his hand, "Did I tell you I love 
your suit?" she chuckled.  "So how did you get so muscular, Muriel?" 
Rico had to know.  Muriel explained that after her husband had died 
about two years ago, she had gone heavily into exercise as a way of 
fighting depression.  Although always athletic(she had been a swimmer in 
college), she had never worked out as hard as she did now.  She 
especially liked pumping iron and had competed in, and won, a couple of 
bodybuilding tournaments, at the senior masters level. "In fact, I was 
at the South Texas Classic last April, and I saw you there. I've bulked 
up a bit since then." I'll say, thought Rico, hell, with a body like she 
had now she might have placed higher than he had in the men's middle-
weights. "You should have said hello; we could have oiled each other 
up," he joked. Muriel cackled and, stopping, turned to Rico, grabbing 
him firmly by the forearms, and pulled him into a muscular embrace, 
shamelessly frenching him for a full minute, feeling his cock pushing on 
her pubic mound.  The two resumed their walk, attracting quite a bit of 
attention, because of the difference in their ages, the skimpyness of 
their suits, and the muscularity of their physiques. They passed a 
number of college age girls, early spring-breakers, who ogled them both, 
not sure what to think about a 20 something muscleman in a bulging 
bikini holding hands with a woman in an almost illegal bikini, 
technically old enough to be his grandmother, and who, herself, had a 
killer body, even more muscular than the man's. 

As they climbed the steps to Boomerang Billy's, an open-air beach bar, 
every head in the place followed them as the walked across the deck to 
the bar.  Even on the beach, one didn't see such an unusual and sensual 
couple every day. Muriel ordered beers for them both, and sat in one of 
the high chairs at the bar.  Before Rico could sit she playfully grabbed 
his hands, and pulling him towards her, wrapped her muscular legs around 
his waist and squeezed him forward until his swollen, imprisoned phallus 
was pushing hard against the thin bikini covering her pubic mound.  
"Oooooohhhhh...mmm...that feels nice.  I've been thinking about doing 
this the whole time we were walking up here," Muriel purred.  "So, Ric, 
(I like Ric better than Rico,OK?)tell me about yourself, and how you got 
into bodybuilding."  They talked for an hour about themselves. But Rico 
was fascinated by something Muriel had not mentioned. "I still don't 
understand how you got so muscular. I mean, there are hardly any gyms 
down here, and really, you've got a world-class bod." "Your so sweet to 
compliment me.  Even old ladies are very insecure about their bodies."  
"You don't look old," said Rico, lying a little.  "Oh, come here, 
handsome, I want a kiss." After two beers Muriel was moderately 
inebriated and getting more affectionate by the minute.  "I pump iron at 
the Padre Island Muscle Club," she said.  Rico had never heard of it. 
"Well, it's sort of,  secret...kinda," Muriel explained, with a rather 
sly smile on her face.  "All the regular members are women; it's 
ridiculously expensive; but it has the best equipment and instructors in 
south Texas. Or is it that the instructors have the best equipment?  I 
can't remember." Muriel laughed at her own joke, but Rico had no idea 
what she was talking about. "Damn, I better stop drinking. Anyway, I 
need to go workout.  Why don't you come with me as my guest?"  Rico was 
intrigued, "But I thought it was all women, no men allowed." Muriel's 
sly smile returned, "No. There are a few men there... instructors... and 
others...they just have to be....special."  Rico was getting annoyed by 
the mystery, "Huh, what are you talking about?"  Muriel said she would 
explain more as they walked back to her beach chair. And she did. 

The Padre Island Muscle Club was almost, but not quite, a secret on the 
island.  Only for athletic, "mature" women(no women under 40 were 
allowed), it had a complete bodybuilding gym, and classes in weight-
training and, surprisingly, martial arts, including judo, karate, 
boxing, kickboxing, and...wrestling. When Muriel told him that, Rico 
asked her if she was serious about loving to wrestle.  "You bet," she 
replied, " that's my favorite sport there, along with bodybuilding.  
When you come workout with me today, we can finish up with a friendly 
match;  I promise not to beat you too badly!!"  Rico laughed, wondering 
if this woman could be serious.  The idea of a bunch of old ladies 
trying to wrestle was comical. But, in fact,  Muriel was a powerful 
musclewoman...he wondered if she was really serious.  Rico agreed to go 
with Muriel to work-out at the club. When he said he needed to go back 
to his hotel to change, she said it wasn't necessary. Many members 
preferred to workout in bikinis, according to Muriel, and a few even 
went "au naturale"(there was no dress code). "So why don't we go just 
the way we are?  That way we'll be dressed for our wrestling match!"  
Rico, still not really believing her challenge to wrestle, said he 
preferred "less is more" himself.  After they  loaded Muriel's beach 
paraphernalia into her Range Rover, she drove them to the site of the 
club, in the penthouse suite of one of the tallest condos at Padre. 

A VERY PRIVATE CLUB 

Muriel had slipped on a short, white terrycloth robe when they got out 
of the car, and Rico marvelled again at her sensuality; the robe was 
upper-thigh in length, showing off the curves of her powerful but pretty 
legs, and contrasting nicely with her almost mahogany tan.  They took 
the elevator to the top of the condo, and Muriel  punched in a special 
code to make the doors open at that level, which wasn't numbered, but 
marked, "Members Only," on the elevator panel. What the elevator opened 
to reveal was one of the most opulent places Rico had ever seen.  He had 
visited  fancy health clubs, selling his products, but he'd never seen 
anything like this.  Everything was marble, carpet, glass, and lots of 
mirrors.  Big floor to ceiling windows gave a great view of the Gulf, 
Laguna Madre, and the rest of the island.  It was as spacious as a big 
city fitness club, but Muriel said there were only about 50 members, and 
only about 20 or so were present. There was a definite "feminine" feel 
to the place in the decor, especially the soft mauves and pinks that 
seemed to be everywhere. Muriel, but especially Rico, attracted 
immediate attention.  Several women in lycra stretch pants and tops 
actually whistled as they walked by, eyeing the buff muscleman, and one 
said, "Way to go, Muriel." "That's right, he's mine," she replied, 
laughingly, "no touching allowed!"  She showed Rico around and he was 
amazed at the quality of the place: everything was absolutely the best 
money could by.  The weight room was huge and spectacular.  Several very 
muscular women in their 50's were lifting weights, heavy weights, Rico 
noticed. Their attire was like Muriel had said, brief. Some women had on 
high-cut one piece leotard type suits, others wore bikinis, and a couple 
went topless, though he saw no one in her birthday suit.  Muriel 
introduced Rico to several women, and he could feel their eyes feasting 
on his handsome bronzed bod, which still had a sheen of tanning oil. The 
whole place had an sensual, erotic atmosphere, although he couldn't put 
his finger on what made it that way.  All the members looked very 
attractive, fit and pretty.  "No men here today?" he asked.  Muriel 
answered, "Oh, there are a few, but as you can see, it's almost all 
girl.." 

"Ric,  look over here." Muriel was staring at a big white "dry-erase" 
board, which had announcements on it.  The board said, "Libby VS Reggie, 
4pm,Sunday". Muriel was excited. "Hey, it's going on right now!  Let's 
go look!"  Rico followed her down a hall to what turned out to be a 
small arena, with a sunken, circlular, pit  in the middle, surrounded by 
several circular rows of seats which were raised up to give a good view 
down into the pit. . About 10 women were in the room, eagerly observing 
a kickboxing match in the pit between a buxom, well-muscled and good 
looking blonde in her 40's and ...a man. 
 Rico's jaw dropped. Not only was he watching something he'd never seen 
before, a woman fight a man, he knew the man.  He was Reggie Sharps, a 
young black boxer and bodybuilder who competed in the lightweight 
class(140-160lbs).  He was wearing a brief yellow speedo and nothing 
else except very light boxing gloves, which looked more like racing 
gloves than anything else.  His blonde opponent had her hair up in a 
pony-tail, was bare-breasted and also had on a speedo type athletic 
bikini.  They were both covered with sweat, as well as a number of red 
bruises, and were going at it hot and heavy.  Their  punching was so 
furious  he could hear the thuds of the blows and the grunts from both 
fighters. 
 Rico was stunned to see the woman go toe to toe with Reggie, trading 
blows, taking punishment, and giving at least as good as she got.  But 
suddenly Reggie caught her with an uppercut under her chin and she went 
down.  He backed off and a woman in a striped one-piece speedo moved in 
- she was the ref - and began counting. 
 At the count of 8 Libby(Muriel told him her name was Libby Walt) was 
back on her feet and the ref let the fight go on.  The spectators were 
evenly divided, half cheered  Reggie,  the other half Libby.  Rico told 
Muriel  he doubted Reggie would be trying too hard against a woman, but 
she replied that whenever he won he received a large bonus, just to make 
sure the fight was the "real thing." Rico was gaining more and more 
respect for these women by the minute.  A sudden cheer brought him back 
to the fight.  Libby had hurt Reggie with a heel-kick and was taking 
advantage by attacking him with everthing she had left. Both fighters 
were obviously tired; the fight had lasted 30 minutes so far, but Libby 
seemed to be "in the zone now."  Reggie tagged her a couple of times, 
but she kept on coming and threw out another high kick that caught 
Reggie on the chin, sending him crashing to the canvas, a clear knock-
out.  As the ref counted him out and raised Libby's hand,  Rico found 
that watching the intense male vs. female combat had given him another 
enormous erection, but although he saw several women, and Muriel, look 
at his suit, it didn't seem to offend or bother them at all.  I could 
like this place, thought Rico. It turned out that Reggie was an 
instructor and trainer at the club, specializing in boxing, of course, 
and weightlifting. According to Muriel, Libby was a typical "bored 
housewife," who had taken up kickboxing to keep her weight down.  "She's 
damn good," Rico observed, "Reggie is a good fighter; I really can't 
believe she K.O.'d him." "Believe it, Ric, some of the ladies here are 
damn good at martial-arts, and all our coaches are people like Reggie, 
first class."  Muriel told him that the fighting program was an 
important part of the club.  Sometimes members fight members, but 
whenever they wanted they could challenge the male trainers.  That's 
what Libby had done.  She had taken bodybuilding and Thai-boxing from 
Reggie for over a year, and had finally worked up enough nerve to 
challenge him. "It's a great stress reliever, and makes for great sex as 
well, " Muriel continued, "I bet Libby will be in 7th heaven in a little 
while."  Rico didn't quite follow. "You mean sex with her husband 
tonight or something?"  She snickered, "Well, something like that." 

Muriel suggested they start their weight workout, so they returned to 
the free weight room. They both started on lighter dumb-bells, and then 
moved to the heavy iron.  Rico was amazed yet again.  Muriel was taking 
on heavier weight than he normally tried.  Mostly they worked 
seperately,  occasionally spotting each other.  Both Muriel and Rico 
stopped several times just to ogle the other as he/she worked out, 
flexing, straining and grunting.  She's getting as turned on by this as 
I am, thought Rico. After about an hour, Muriel asked, "Say Ric, you 
look a little tired; ready to stop?"  Although unwilling to admit it to 
Muriel, who was still pumping with gusto, Rico was getting tired, and 
allowed that it was OK with him to stop.  Muriel said she still had to 
show him the club's wet area, so they went there as they cooled down a 
bit from weight-lifting. 

The wet area was as impressive as the rest of the club.  Marble 
everywhere, an indoor waterfall, steamroom, sauna,  iceplunge, and small 
swimming pool.  But the most impressive things were the hot tubs. Not 
just one. Six.  One was a large, ornate, "party tub" with room for at 
least 30 people.  It had three or four women in it at the moment. The 
five others were smaller, especially designed for couples,  & very cozy 
looking. One of them was occupied and Rico recognized the "couple."  
Reggie and Libby were embracing and passionately kissing in the gurgling 
water.  Reggie was obviously having more success here with Libby than in 
the boxing pit.  Both their speedos were set out next to the tub and 
Libby was moaning and grunting to the rythmic strokes of Reggie as he 
pumped her full of Sharps Best High Octane Semen.  "Oh, please, ooooooh 
Reggie, oooooooh god, you're sooooo good, oh baby sweet baby," was 
followed by, "OH GOD REGGIE YOU'RE SO HARD, SO THICK, OH GOD."  Somehow, 
Reggie managed to look over at Rico and Muriel and waved, nodding in 
recognition to Rico.  " Now you know why the Padre Muscle Club is a 
secret, Ric.  Libby's husband is  president of the Chamber of Commerce 
and she has three kids. So we like to keep the club as low-profile as 
possible.  Libby's husband probably thinks she's having a coffee klatch 
with the girls."  Rico was curious, "Does that kind of stuff go on a 
lot?." "Yep; look at all the "private" hot tubs.  They get used a lot.  
That's also the reason we don't allow members under 40.  Young women 
can't keep their mouths shut.  You might say this is a club where the 
woman's needs come first, all of them."  They both laughed.  Rico 
suggested that it would be a good time for them to step into a hot tub,  
but she slapped him lightly on the chest and said, " Uh-uh, big boy,  
you and I have a date on the mat!"  Rico patiently explained that 
although he was sure she was a competent wrestler against other women, 
he was a man, had wrestled in college,  taken 5th at the NCAA regionals, 
and, to put it mildly, she wouldn't have a chance.  Instead of saying 
anything, she took his hand, led him out to the foyer where the white 
announcement board was, and pointed.  It read, Muriel VS Ric, 6PM. 
Again, Rico's jaw dropped.  "I sneaked out while you were lifting and 
put it up.  Hell, the front desk has been telephoning members about it 
for an hour.  There should be a nice crowd.  Don't you dare back out!"  
Rico didn't know what to say.  He liked and was VERY sexually attracted 
to Muriel.  His desire had been building ever since he first saw her. 
But he knew wrestling an old lady, even one as muscular and strong as 
Muriel, was absurd for him, and dangerous for her. "I won't wrestle you 
Muriel."  Suddenly he was tapped on the shoulder by Reggie, still wet, 
and looking drained, for obvious reasons. "Hey Rico, good to see you 
again, bro.  What's this about not wrestling Muriel?  Afraid you'll get 
hurt?"  "Me get hurt?  Are you crazy?" Rico was incredulous. "Hey man,  
Muriel is the club wrestling champion.  She's beaten everybody here, 
including me." Rico couldn't believe it at first, but after awhile 
everything seemed to fit together.  Muriel's muscles, her strength, her 
"love" of wrestling.  She was telling the truth.  Now what?  Finally, 
Rico agreed to the match.  After all, he thought, it will be an 
extension of my workout.  She can't be that tough, no matter what Reggie 
says.  "I'm sorry Muriel, why didn't you tell me you were the club 
champ?"  Muriel squeezed his arm, "Honey, I just don't like to brag.  
But I DO LOVE to wrestle so get ready! I'm going to go stretch and 
limber up.  I'll see you on the mat in 5 minutes!" 

MURIEL'S STRESS RELIEF PROGRAM 

 As Muriel had predicted, there was a big crowd, in fact it was standing 
room only in the arena where the Reggie/Libby fight had occurred.  Most 
of the 50 women members were there, eagerly awaiting another battle of 
the sexes.  Rico stepped out on the mat followed by wolf-whistles and 
remarks like, "How's it hangin' hunk? Show us what you got, big boy."  
Rico obliged them with a short flexing routine, and he could see some of 
the attractive, toned women break out in a sweat. He was now actually 
looking forward to the match, and planned to give it his all.  He knew 
Muriel was strong, but he didn't think he would have any real problem. 
Muriel came out next, and got plenty of cheers from the crowd.  She was 
wearing her short, white robe which showed off her curvy muscular legs 
and dark tan.  Rico's big phallus swelled even more as she slowly took 
off her robe to reveal she was topless.  Wearing just her tiny white 
bikini bottom, she posed for the crowd, hitting a couple of bicep shots 
that shocked Rico. Muriel's biceps were cannon balls, probably 18 
inches, a full inch bigger than his!! She had probably been too shy to 
flex them fully on the beach. Then she cupped her big breasts for Rico.  
He was impressed by their fullness, their huge aureoles,  and dark tan.  
This woman obviously sunbathed in the nude whenever she could get away 
with it. No matter what her age, she was one stunning, sexy, muscular 
woman. The two wrestlers met in the middle of the mat and the same woman 
who reffed Reggie & Libby gave them their instructions.  Muriel was 
clearly as aroused as Rico. Her big nipples, well over half an inch 
long, were sticking straight out and looked diamond hard.  The match was 
to be submission or knock-out only, no time limit. No time limit, Rico 
thought,  These women take their wrestling seriously.  I've never 
wrestled longer than 15 minutes my entire life. The ref told them to 
shake and wait for her signal to start, but Rico and Muriel smiled at 
each other and embraced instead, exchanging a long, wet, kiss that 
electrified everyone in the arena.  "OK, you two. Wrestle first!  That's 
for later!" someone shouted. The pair ended their kiss and returned to 
their respective sides of the mat, awaiting the ref's signal.  At her 
word they moved towards each other, circling, slowly gauging each other 
as the crowd began shouting encouragement. "Go Muriel. Go Girl!" "Be 
careful Muriel. He's a big one!" "OK, Ric, show us what you got!" 

The shouts warning Muriel to be careful gave Rico an idea.  She had 
probably only wrestled men somewhat smaller than him,  like Reggie, and 
might be a little hesitant with a hulk like Rico.  This called for an 
agressive opening, so ignoring Muriel's smiling invitation with her arms 
to lock up in a test of strength, he charged in and put her in a 
punishing headlock, dragging her roughly into the ring center.  The 
stronglady fought back hard, catching Rico's chin with both hands and 
pushing up. He could feel her brawny arms and shoulders digging into his 
torso.  God, this woman is strong, he thought.  She was also trying to 
get her leg around his to trip him, but for the moment he blocked her. 
The two wrestlers were grunting and sweating, twisting slowly around the 
mat, struggling for advantage.  Muriel had blocked Rico from really 
cinching in his headlock and now she was starting to loosen his hold, 
her shapely but strong hands forcing his jaw up to where he could see 
only the ceiling.  The crowd followed her progress with shouts of 
encouragement.  The musclewoman was obviously going to break Rico's hold 
in another few seconds, so he decided to switch tactics.  Suddenly 
releasing his hold, he scooped up Muriel and bodyslammed her to the 
canvas, catching her off guard.  Picking the dazed lady wrestler up 
again, he bodyslammed her twice more, then flipped the brawny woman onto 
her stomach, applying a vicious double toe-hold, one of his favorite 
submission holds.  Sitting with his full weight on her bare, sensual 
shoulders, forcefully pulling her feet up toward her back, he also put 
pressure on her knees. Muriel cried out for the first time, and the 
crowd sounded worried, too.  It was a brutal, punishing hold, and Rico 
felt secret pleasure in applying it to Muriel.  She needed to be taught 
a lesson on the mat about just who was the stronger sex. "OK, lady, time 
to submit!" Rico demanded.  "No way gorgeous; this match ain't over 
yet!" she answered, though her voice was strained with pain.  Rico 
poured on the pressure and Muriel cried out again, but refused to 
submit. The muscleman was worried.  He couldn't maintain the hold 
forever.  The old lady was proving tougher than he thought; what should 
he try next? Suddenly Rico felt two hands grab his face and pull back 
hard.  Muriel had somehow been able to reach back and counter his hold 
even though it doubled her pain to do it.  "Arrrgggggghhhh" The brawny 
stronglady had gotten a good grip on his face and was steadily pulling 
it down, towards her head.  Rico could do nothing without releasing his 
hold.  The crowd came alive, "Go Murie, get him!!" She was inflicting as 
much pain on him as he was on her, now, and Rico was the first to 
weaken.  Releasing his hold, he knocked her arms away and rolled free, 
springing to his feet, and knowing instinctively, from his college 
experiences, that she would be slow to get up, given her damaged legs, 
giving him time to think out another hold.  But he underestimated his 
opponent. Muriel got up quickly, though her legs were a bit wobbly, and 
moved towards Rico, who expected her to lock up with him in a 
collar&elbow hold, but she surprised him.  Dropping down on her hands, 
she did a perfect headstand, turned her back to Rico, and in a flash 
brought her massive legs down on his shoulders, catching him in a tight-
head scissors.  Rico staggered around the mat with her legs locked 
around his neck desperately trying to pull them apart with his hands.  
But  the big lady wrestler was too strong and brought the male crashing 
down to the mat. 
 
The crowd went wild!  Rico was in trouble.  Muriel had pulled his head 
up near her pubic mound, and was squeezing his neck with tremendous 
pressure.  He kicked and thrashed and pulled but couldn't get free.  "Hi 
there, handsome," Muriel teased, "now you get to feel how strong a 
lady's legs can get." Rico's face was red and he was seeing spots; he 
knew he had to escape soon or she would have him. He was aware of the 
strong musky scent of the older woman's thighs and felt a momentary 
desire to drift into a sexual daydream about Muriel but he shook himself 
back to reality. Slowly, torturously, he started moving toward the edge 
of the pit, which served the same role as ropes in a conventional ring.  
If he could touch the edge wall with any part of his body, Muriel would 
have to release her hold.  They had landed only a foot from the wall, so 
he thought he could make it.  The crowd got loud as his foot edged near 
the wall. "Hold him, Murie! Hold him!" But Rico touches it with his foot 
and the ref orders the brawny female wrestler to release him.  Both 
fighters jumped to their feet, but Muriel was quicker. Rico sensed the 
stronglady duck under him, and then felt himself tipping over and rising 
at the same time.  She had pulled him onto her shoulders for an airplane 
spin!  The muscleman panicked and screamed in terror. Muriel spun him 
until he didn't really know where he was anymore. Keeping the struggling 
man across her brawny shoulders,  Muriel slowly raised him up, pressing 
him above her head, displaying him like a piece of prime beef to the 
audience.  Rico was completely disoriented.  She slammed him to the mat,  
which knocked the air out of his body. Then the bronzed musclewoman 
pulled him up by one hand, as if she were inviting him to dance. 
Wrapping her beefy arms around  Rico's waist and lifting his feet off 
the mat,  she pulled him into a punishing bearhug.  Rico kicked 
desperately,  but she had him! Murield was getting excited! She was 
becoming intoxicated by the masculine scent of her macho foe. Grinding 
the well-hung male gladiator into her,  Muriel felt his pulsating 
cockhead against her labia and wondered if she could keep her mind on 
wrestling long enough to beat the sexy man.  Oh god, I may orgasm right 
here! she thought. Suddenly, hot juices erupted inside her, soaking her 
pubic area and bikini.  She dropped Rico with a thud, and staggered back 
a couple of feet, a glassy look on her face.  Some of the audience "got 
it," and cooed, "Ooooh, Muriel. Keep your mind on wrestling, girl."  
Muriel snapped out of her post-orgasm daze, gave a big, shit-eating grin 
to the crowd, and leaped on the back of the muscleman, who was on his 
hands and knees, trying to catch his breath.  "Ride him, cowgirl!!" 
shouted the crowd, as Muriel locked her massive, silky-smooth but rock 
hard thighs around Rico's waist.  Snaking her arms under his shoulders, 
she added a full-nelson to her body scissors and poured on the pressure, 
squeezing with all her might. Rico was in agony now, nearly exhausted, 
feeling his rib cage compress under this crazy old woman's monster legs, 
his shoulders on fire from her brutal full nelson.  Both wrestlers were 
covered with sweat and breathing hard; the crowd was cheering, and the 
ref was asking Rico if he was ready to submit. He managed to gasp out a 
no, but knew he couldn't last much longer. He'd never wrestled anybody 
as strong or tough as Muriel.  He was scared and could no longer think 
straight. 

Muriel was laughing and joking with the ref and audience.  Her orgasm 
had relaxed her and put her in a different zone.  She knew exactly what 
she was going to do.  Rolling her victim into a sitting position, with 
her still behind him, Muriel cinched in her legs even tighter around his 
waist, broke her full nelson, and wrapped her thickly muscled arms 
around Rico's head in a potent sleeper hold. The crowd roars, knowing 
the end is near, and start their chant, "Finish him, finish him."  
Muriel smiled to them and laughed, "Not much longer girls; I still have 
to cook dinner!"  This brought a storm of laughter, but Rico couldn't 
hear it.  He knew, vaguely, that the strong woman had him tied up 
somehow,  but was past caring; he just wanted the match to be over.  
Still, he feebly pawed at Muriel's thick oily forearms and rippling, 
sweat-slick thighs, trying to resist. Muriel could feel his strength 
fading as she squeezes. "It's OK, honey, just a few more seconds," she 
cooed gently into his ear, giving him a wet, sympathetic kiss.  Rico's 
arms gradually dropped to the mat and his body grew still.  The 60 
something lady wrestler had defeated him. 

The crowd cheered and applauded as Muriel gently released her holds and 
let the big muscleman slip to the mat, while she straddled him, flexing 
her biceps for the audience, and having her arm raised by the ref, who 
announced, "The winner of the match, by a knock-out, in 31 minutes, and 
still wrestling champion of the Padre Island Muscle Club, Muriel 
Davis!!" 

A few minutes later, Rico awoke to find himself in one of the "private" 
hot tubs.  Muriel was with him, massaging his sore neck and shoulders.  
They were both naked. "Hi baby, good to see you make it," she smiled. He 
guessed she had probably carried him in here;  after the match he knew 
lifting big men was no problem for her. "Wow, what happened?  Last thing 
I knew you had me in a sleeper and..."  "I put you to sleep, that's what 
happened.  I hope your not mad at me, but I told you, I love to 
wrestle." Muriel was stroking his big cock and he put his hand on her 
breast and gave it a gentle squeeze.  "No, it's OK, you outwrestled me 
fair and square."  "Everybody says you put up a better fight against me 
than anyone else has, right Reggie?" Muriel turned her head to the 
neighboring hot tub.  Reggie smiled back at both of them,"Right Murie.  
When you wrestled me, you forced me to submit in only 12 minutes, so 
Rico, you did good, didn't he Libby?"  Libby was in the tub with Reggie, 
massaging his back. "You put on a good show, and the wrestling was OK, 
too," Libby laughed.  Reggie added, "Muriel beat me up pretty good, but 
she treated me real nice after to make up for  it. Like Libby."  He 
chuckled and Libby playfully smacked Reggie on the back of the head. 

Rico turned back to find Muriel sliding onto his lap, guiding his 
swollen phallus up deep into her vagina, and starting to bounce lightly, 
in between little grunts and gasps of pleasure.  "Uummphhh,  oooohhh, 
aaahhhh, oh, yes....I've been looking at that big beautiful cock of 
yours all day mister, and now I want it in me for the forseeable 
future." "That's fine with me, beautiful, I've been wanting to jump your 
bones all day, but I guess you're a lot better at it than I am, in more 
ways than one!!"  "Oh, Ric, that's the first time any man has called me 
beautiful in years."  She sniffed back some tears, but then they both 
laughed, kissed, and fucked some more, and Muriel announced, "No way 
you're staying at your hotel tonight;  I have a  very comfortable 
waterbed,  and I'm a great cook."   "If you're as good a cook as you are 
a wrestler, I'm going to love your food,"  he replied. Rico leaned back 
as Muriel went underwater to put her sensuous mouth around his pulsating 
cockhead. 

It had been a very strange day, but had turned out OK, after all. 
 
THE END