of the
Strangest Kind

Erotic Fantasy
Narrated By

With Editorial Contributions
From Mr. E


Chapter One - The Challenge

Sam arrived at the apartment door at exactly 7:00PM. It wasn't that he was an obsessively punctual sort, it was simply the time that he had been instructed to be there . . . or, to be more precise, ordered to arrive.

He found himself thinking of the female voice that had given him directions over the telephone on how to find her apartment. The complex was in an upscale neighborhood, and required a touch-code number to get past the gate. To Sam, that in itself seemed to qualify the woman as being a potential client for his stock brokerage services.

It was a husky and melodic voice that had spoken with him, pitched to a low, intimate murmer and carrying a strong accent. There was also more than a hint of bold demand sheathing her words.

"I don' like to be kept waiting," she had finally said. "Be here on time. OK?"

It was a rhetorical question, but it came out more like a challenge. At least that's how his ear had taken it. It was an imperious tone, the voice exciting him. He couldn't quite place the accent. European perhaps. Or South American, maybe a Brazilian blonde.

And now he was at her door, wondering what the woman would be like in person. Her "voice-of-command" had hinted that she was probably a tall Amazon of a woman . . . with long blonde hair that would cascade down across a set of wide athletic shoulders, he fantasized to himself.

Then the door opened, and there she was!

She was a Hispanic brunette, not Nordic blonde, jet-black hair as dark and shiny as a star-filled moonless night. But she was every inch as tall as he'd imagined, and he had been right about the strong shoulders. She needed that sinewy width of shoulder to support the heavy breasts that jutted out against the silken fabric of her black robe. The knee-length robe fit her splendidly proportioned body like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination.

Sam hadn't actually gotten around to considering what her legs would look like during his fantasizing, and it was a good thing. He couldn't in a million years have conjured-up those long, strong dancer's legs that he was now appraising in stunned silence.

The woman cocked a sleek hip and leaned back against the door frame, an arm raised, her hand sweeping aside the dark mane of hair from her face. A wide red-lipped mouth set above a firm jaw opened just enough to hint at perfect white teeth. The pouty lips were parted in an ironic half-smile as her eyes inspected Sam from head to toe . . . which was, of course, exactly what he was doing to her.

"When you're through gawking, come on inside so's I can close 'da door," the woman said in that husky accented voice. "My name's Lupe, as in Guadalupe."

"OK, sure," he stammered. Sam found himself wondering how to address her: should he say Lupe, Ms. Lupe, Madam Lupe, or perhaps Mistress Guadalupe? It was all quite confusing, and he wasn't sure how this "game" was played . . . so he didn't say anything. After all, Sam had never met an internationally known Dominatrix before, and a very wealthy one at that.

He stepped hurridly past her and into the room, then stopped dead in his tracks. Sitting there on a couch that was as big as a bed was another woman, equally as beautiful as the one at the door. But this one was half-naked! All that was between her and a state of indecency was a skimpy black thong and a narrow band of something that held the thrusting, melon-solid mounds of her breasts into some sort of captivity. All that he could think of was that she must have served as the model for the proverbial brick shithouse. She was that well-stacked! THIS was the Nordic blonde he'd been fantasizing about earlier.

"That's Annie," murmered Lupe as she closed the door behind him. "She's my personal trainer". Annie just nodded her head. No smile of greeting, no "glad to meet you", just that level stare with icy blue eyes boring into his. Sam had the feeling that he'd interrupted something, and that the blonde wasn't all that happy about his arrival.

Personal trainer, huh? That exlained the superb muscularity of the blonde's well-tanned body. Big girl, too. Had she been standing instead of reclining on the couch, she'd probably have been close to five-nine or so.

"We've been working out," said Annie in a flat, toneless voice. "Do you wrestle?".

Did he WHAT? Whoa, wait aminute here. He quickly glanced at the brunette, then back to the blonde. Something VERY strange was going down here, and he didn't have a clue as to what it was. But he'd bet a month's pay that it was kinky!

Lupe gave a quick laugh, and her face crinkled into a smile. Sam thought that the smile transformed her features into something almost quite lovely. Still tough-looking, but on a scale of 1 to 10 she was now an acceptable 8+.

"Hey, slow down chica." Lupe chuckled at Annie. "You'll get yours, just be a leetle mo' patient, OK?"

Somehow, Annie didn't look like the patient type, Sam mused to himself. In fact, the blonde fitness trainer looked a lot like some tawny lioness who was attentively watching her prey, before pouncing for the kill! There was a sinewy arrogance about her that both excited and disturbed Sam.

"Look, ladies," Sam said in a slightly quavering voice. "I'm not sure what's going on here, and I don't want to interrupt something, so why don't I just come back another time." And with those words, he turned and started for the door.

"STOP!" It was a command that stopped Sam in mid-stride. A strong hand suddenly gripped his shoulder and spun him around. There, facing him, was Lupe. The smiling lips of a moment ago were now curved into an angry snarl, and he could hear what seemed like a low growl coming from her columnar throat.

"Naw, 'ya don't go nowhere widout my say-so," said Lupe menacingly. "That's not how it works around here. I call 'da shots, hombre"

There it was again . . . that voice-of-command, like a slap in the face. It was the quality of voice that a Marine Corps drill instructor possessed, the way a street cop might address a fleeing felon. Sam responded by freezing in mid-step.

Annie slid from the couch and stood up, then padded slowly across the room toward Sam. As she moved, a symphony of flexation took place along that long, lean body, smooth muscularity rippling and bunching with lazy strength just beneath the sun-bronzed flesh. Her cool blue eyes were locked on Sam, a level stare that held him as motionless as a mouse before a swaying cobra.

"Come on, Lupe," Annie implored softly. "You promised that I could play with him." And with that, Annie reached out for Sam.

"You'se first after me, sweety," replied Lupe, as she hip-shoved her trainer aside.

But Annie insistently grabbed Sam's arm, while at the same time bumping Lupe back with her sleek hip. Lupe gave a mirthless smile, then slowly slid out of the black silk robe she had been wearing. Sam caught his breath in excitement. Lupe's body was absolutely magnificent, with a sculptured muscularity that rivaled her trainer's.

Free of the robe, Sam could see that Lupe wore nothing more than a narrow thong. She was bare to the waist, her compactly solid breasts jutting freely from a wide, powerful chest. His eyes took in the softly contoured six-pack of strength that criss-crossed her flat belly, and he marveled at the taut slimness of her waist. While Sam was busy feasting his eyes on the lushly curved body now revealed to him, Lupe moved with such blinding speed that Sam almost missed what happened next.

Lupe leaped for Annie, her right arm snaked around Annie's neck, and at the same instant one of her long legs inserted itself between Annie's muscular thighs. A quick wrench with her arms and a twist of her leg, and the blonde was taken down to the carpeted floor with Lupe riding on top. The brunette instantly wrapped both legs around Annie's waist in a squeezing body scissors from the rear. Her smoothly sinewed arms slid up and under Annie's, clamping down on the blonde with a strongly applied full-nelson. Annie tried to buck beneath her, but Lupe rode her with squeezing strength like a rodeo cowgirl on a lunging bareback horse. She was in complete control, having locked her blonde trainer in an unbreakable combination of holds.

Locked as tightly as she was against Annie's upper torso, Lupe could feel the flexing and bunching of the blonde's powerfully muscled back against her own thrusting breasts. For a moment or two, Lupe slid the heavy globes back and forth along Annie's back, enjoying the sensation of her nipples coming alive as flesh rubbed against flesh. Lupe's thong-encased loins were jammed against the hard-sculpted glutes of Annie's muscular butt. As the trainer strained against Lupe's dual holds of torture, those glutes leaped up to press into the soft flesh of Lupe's Venus Mound, flexing rythmically against the soft portal of pleasure until Lupe began to moan under her quickening breath. But then, as if coming back from a daydream state, Lupe wrenched her full nelson even more tightly and squeezed inward with her thighs around Annie's mid-section. Not even the superbly developed abdominals of the fitness trainer could withstand that kind of pressure. Annie gave a muffled yelp of pain.

"OK, OK . . . I give," grumbled Annie. "I was just trying to have a little fun."

"Chica, I say when it's time for fun stuff, and I say what the fun's going to be, 'ya got that?" Lupe whispered into Annie's ear. She wrenched her sissors tightly one last time, as if to make certain that Annie understood.

"Arrr-gggg" moaned the blonde trainer. "OK, I'm sorry. Can you let me go now?" she pleaded.

Sam had been watching the quick, furious action with eyes that were wide with excitement. He could feel his heart pounding as he took in the sight of two nearly naked wrestlers, two fems who were fighting over him! Despite his unease at the situation he found himself in, Sam was beginning to become aroused as he watched the muscular female bodies locked so tightly together on the thickly carpeted floor.

Still holding Annie captive in her dual holds, Lupe glanced up at Sam as if suddenly aware of his reaction to the erotic grappling taking place in the apartment. Lupe gave Sam a knowing smile, and then winked at him. Her lush red lips formed silent words: "You're next, hombre."

Lupe slowly unwrapped her python grip from around Annie's waist, and, with a final rubbing of her bare tits against Annie's broad back, she released the blonde from her imprisoning limbs. The two women got back up to their feet, and Annie resumed her place on the bed where she pouted. Much to Sam's dismay, Lupe slipped back into her black silk robe, once again concealing from view her splendidly curvacious, athletic body.

All during the quick takedown and subsequent applying of Lupe's expertly applied holds on Annie, Sam had been watching the swift action in utter fascination. It was a breathtaking display of strength that astounded him. He was amazed at Lupe's wrestling ability. She had wrapped Annie in that combination of holds in the wink of an eye, while displaying a lot of previously hidden muscularity in the process. He found himself wondering how Lupe had come by that sleek sinewiness and surprising strength.

Sam could feel the aroused stirring of his cock. A second later the two women could plainly see his state as well, since his heavy penis was tenting the front of his trousers.

"Hey, look'a the bulge,"laughed Lupe. "Is 'dat a five cell flashlight, or is it that you'se is glad to see me?" She was cracking up over the old joke, and it served to break the tension in the room. Annie joined in the laughter, as did Sam with an embarrassed chuckle.

"So-ooo, 'ya like to see two chicas wrassle, huh?" continued Lupe, with a strangely intense gleam in her dark eyes. "Maybe you'se also likes to wrassle wid the girls you'self, no?"

Sam blushed red, ducking his head in embarrassment. He tried to answer, but all that came out was a gurgle. The handsome young financial expert was definitely out of his depth. He certainly hadn't counted on watching two magnificent half-nude women grappling in erotic combat before his very eyes. And he did not really know how to handle this bizarre situation which was exciting him.

The surprising thing was that Sam wasn't used to feeling as shy and insecure as he was coming across at that moment. After all, Sam had only come there to discuss handling Lupe's brokerage account. He was a stockbroker; and he was usually a hard-eyed, risk-taking, nerves-of-steel, Master of the Universe. But here he was, standing in a lavishly appointed apartment, looking from one half-naked woman to the other . . . with a huge erection!

"Hey, Lupe, let's see what he's got," drawled Annie from the bed. "Take off your clothes, slim, and show us your stuff, or would you like a little help".

Sam back-peddled across the room, but hit an immoveable object - - Lupe! He felt her fingers tugging his shirt loose from his trousers, then she ripped the shirt from his back while the buttons flew. Suddenly he was bare to the waist.

"Hm-mmm, not bad", drawled Annie. "A bit on the lean side, but I see some decent definition. Probably some good upper-body strength, too. So 'ya work out, slim?" Annie asked. Her usually bored eyes swept up and down his tightly sinewed torso with a gleam of interest. It was fairly obvious that Annie swung both ways, at least from the look of appraisal in her eye.

"yeah, I do," replied Sam. "And I've studied Judo, too," he continued in a slightly defensive tone.

Annie gave a snort of derision. "Hey, the guy 'studied' judo. So did you pass or flunk," she snickered.

"What'a 'ya weigh, hombre", demanded Lupe as she ran her long fingers along his arms and shoulders, testing the well-developed deltoids, then running a hand along his solid biceps.

"One-seventy", replied Sam as he tried to twist free of Lupe's exploring hands and probing fingers. Lupe held him with casual ease, prodding her fingers into his muscles as if she were judging a prized bull at a country fair.

"Close to your weight, huh Annie?" Lupe questioned. "What'a you'se running now, one sixty-five or so?"

"Hey, come on, I'm no more than a hundred fifty . . . but that's all muscle!

Annie slid off the couch and hit a bodybuilder's pose, her bare arms showing hard, sculpted biceps. Those sinewy arms looked almost as strong as Sam's, although not quite as heavily contoured. They were still a woman's arms, for all of their sleek muscularity. But her obvious strength was impressive.

Annie then tensed her abs, which flexed into clefted ridges. Next she tightened her thighs, making long striated muscles swell up and ripple with strength. Suddenly, she reached up and tore away her sports bra, while flexing her pecs. Her breasts had obviously been augmented, as evidenced by the solidity of the mounds of woman-flesh. But they looked good. Her C-cup tits rode on a broad chest that itself was smoothly padded with sinew. Her nipples were surprisingly large, swollen hard from her erotic exertion with Lupe. They were the size of Sam's thumbs, protruding almost an inch from the dark brown aeroles. An awesome rack!

Lupe walked over to Annie, reached out one hand, and began stroking her trainer's muscular thigh. The hand strayed ever closer to the luxuriant blonde muff between Annie's legs, only barely covered by the narrow thong she wore.

"Well, you be close enough to his weight to make a match", murmered Lupe. "How's about it, hombre, wanna wrassle Annie here? Then I gets 'ta take on da winner. Afterwards, we talk a little business, eh? Let's go to the Pleasure Room and get started."

Sam was in shock . . . at least part of him was. From the waist down, however, he was VERY awake. His hard-on was now throbbing in anticipation of what was to come. His mind was certainly not on stocks and bonds at that moment.


Without another word, Lupe pushed Sam toward a closed door across the room. Annie was already there, opening the door with a strangely sinister smile hovering upon her lush lips. They entered a surprisingly large room with almost no furniture. In the center of the room was a large wrestling mat, a shiny blue plastic surface almost twelve feet square that appeared to be well-used. Three of the walls were covered with mirrors, obviously placed there so that the people using the room could watch themselves, and whatever they were doing! The fourth wall was bare except for a leather couch.

Lupe reached over and turned down the dimmer switch for the lights, and sudddenly the room was transformed into a shadowy chamber that appeared almost Gothic. A single light hung down just above the mat, with its light spilling softly onto the gleaming plastic surface. The rest of the room was cast in shadows, especially the area where the couch was situated. The center of attention was the mat, anything else that might prove to be a distraction was conveniently out of sight.

"So get naked, Hombre!" demanded Lupe.

For a long moment Sam hesitated. This wasn't what he'd come here for, but he couldn't help but be intrigued by the possibilities entailed in wrestling naked with two beautiful and magnificently muscled women. Hey, if this is what it took to obtain Lupe's brokerage account, then so be it.

Sam slowly removed his trousers, then kicked off his shoes. He stood there in briefs and socks, looking a little ridiculous, or so he thought.

"All the way!" snapped Lupe. Then she held out an unwrapped latex condom. "Put this on, it'll protect you'se from Annie here," she chuckled.

"Hey, are we going to fuck or fight?" asked Sam in a bantering tone, more to cover his increasing unease than anything else.

"Probably both, if I know my Annie", murmered Lupe with a laugh. "So get naked, and sheath that flagpole of yours in the rubber so's we can get started."

Annie had already stripped down, her fitness model body glowing with strength, sinews gleaming in the half-light as she began to do some warm-up stretches. Sam's eyes were glued on the rippling muscularity that danced and played along her back, shoulders, arms and thighs . . . and her bare breasts.

Lupe had left for a moment or two, and then came back into the room carrying a glass of wine. She slid onto the couch, curling her long legs beneath her. She took a sip of the wine, then waved a hand at Sam and Annie.

"So wrassle him, girl," commanded Lupe. "I can referee from here, just in case you'se two need one. Straight submission grappling, no punches. And Annie, you remember to leave some of him for me, OK?"

Annie didn't waste any time with preliminaries. She attacked Sam, coming in hard and fast in a short-spaced tackle that took them tumbling down to the thick mat. The momentary shock of feeling her warm bare flesh against his distracted Sam for an instant, just enough time for Annie to wrap him in the clasp of her arms and lock him into a fierce frontal bearhug. He was instantly half way between heaven and hell!

Even though the pain of his imprisioned ribs was excruciating, Sam delighted in the feel of Annie's smooth meaty body pressed against him. His own arms slid around Annie's waist, gathering her into his own bearhug. Then the two of them bore down on their holds, each attempting to crush the other into surrender. It was their first test of strength.

Soft grunts of effort came from both of them as they tightened their clasped arms. They stood face-to-face, bodies glued together. Sam was getting the first taste of the difficulties in wrestling with a woman, especially one who was naked. His throbbing erection made it necessary for him to twist slightly to one side, rather than fit his body against hers snugly. Unfortunately, his penis seemed to have a mind of its own and was trying to insert itself into the warmth of her vagina, so that it would be safely out of the way during their wrestle. It wasn't a bad idea, as a defense strategy, but the timing was wrong.

Sam knew almost intuitively that he would have to decisively outwrestle Annie before she would likely allow him to engage her in any sort of satisfying hanky-panky. But it wasn't going to be all that easy.

Then, suddenly, he had an idea. He could kill two birds with one boner, so to speak. He needed to get his exposed cock safely out of the way, and he also needed to keep his beautiful adversary sexually stimulated without actually fucking her. So all that Sam needed to do was tuck his penis in-between Annie's legs, but not enter her vagina. To do that, because of the difference in their heigth, he either had to lower himself or elevate Annie.

Sam stooped for a moment, then lifted Annie off her feet a few inches. He had the greater height, if not the greater strength, and Sam intended to use that advantage. But he hadn't planned on ending up with his face jammed into the deep, damp crevace between Annie's jutting breasts. Once she was held aloft, Annie's solidly rounded tits completely engulfed Sam's face. He couldn't breathe. He tried to pull back, but at that moment Annie's arms quickly released their hug and wrapped around his neck in a head lock, pulling Sam's face even more tightly against her jutting breasts.

Sam was astounded at Annie's quickness and strength. Despite their difference in size, her sleekly muscular body seemed his equal in pure strength. Given that Annie's wrestling experience was more "fresh" than his own, Sam was actually quite surprised that he was holding his own in this strange erotically charged combat. He had never wrestled with a woman before, and he was having trouble figuring out where to place his hands on Annnie's soft flesh. But the fierceness of Annie's attack and the strength of her holds quickly forced him to battle all-out with the beautiful blonde fitness trainer in an attempt to wrestle her into submission. At the same time, Sam was fighting to overcome his own increasing horniness. It wasn't easy!

Not content to merely smother Sam into submission, Annie quickly brought her legs up to encircle his waist in a front scissors. In doing so, Annie ended up sitting on Sam's extended penis with its swollen head tickling her soft labial lips.

Her smooth thighs contracted like the coils of a jungle python, imprisoning Sam within the soft-strong vise of her bare legs. She crossed her ankles and flexed the steely muscles in her thighs, completing a squeezing leg-lock of such intensity that Sam let out a moan of pain. Sam made the only move he could. He bent his knees, leaned over, sprang forward and crashed down to the mat . . . with Annie pinned beneath his full weight. However, this was submission wrestling, and a mere pin wouldn't count for any "points" being won.

As they crashed down to the mat, Sam was rewarded with an explosive whoosh of air being driven from Annie, and an immediate lessening of pressue and pain around his waist. Best of all, he could breathe again. Before Annie could bring up her legs to apply another scissors, Sam quickly grapevined them, his ankles locking with hers. As if of their own volition, both wrestlers bare arms slid around one another in dual bearhugs. It left their naked bodies twined tightly together, like a pair of midnight lovers conjoined on a rumpled bed. Instead, in reality they were two strangers straining breathlessly together on a pile of mats in the lavishly appointed apartment of a mysterious wealthy woman named Lupe.

"Ah-hhh, good move, hombre," chortled Lupe from her seat on the couch. Her voice came to Sam's ears as if from a long distance away. So caught up was he in his erotic combat with the muscular Fem now locked beneath him that he'd forgotten there was anyone else in the room. It was just his body and Annie's, muscle against muscle, strength to strength. The two were lost in their titanic battle, eyes wide and staring. The only sound in the room was that of their muffled gasps of effort and harsh breathing, along with the thump and bump of bodies heaving together on the thick mats.

Enwrapped and squeezed together as the two wrestlers were, Sam once again found his cock jammed tightly against the softness of Annie's vagina, hidden within the abundant bush of her golden pubic hair. It scratched his swollen member deliciously, bringing it to an even greater degree of sexual tension. Sam could feel that Annie was already lubricating, and he was a bit surprised to feel her wetness so soon into the match. He knew that it would take only a shift in his position to breech her labial defenses, to penetrate her with his more than at-the-ready shaft of manhood. And yet he hesitated.

Annie bridged up beneath him, lifting their two entwined bodies off the mat. It was just enough to off-balance Sam, and he tumbled sideways. She rolled with him, kicking free of his grapevine and bringing her own legs into play with another crushing vise of strength around his waist. Annie lay on her side, with Sam crushed against her. Her muscular arms snaked around his upper body, capturing his arms beneath hers as she applied another squeezing bearhug. It was a formidable combination of holds to escape from.

Sam somehow needed to free himself from at least one of Annie's holds, and quickly. He twisted slightly within the grip of her encircled arms, helped by the film of sweat coating her upper body. The pressure around his chest seemed to ease a bit, and so he tried to rotate his hips. The wetness of her satiny flesh allowed him to twist himself around within the grip of her scissored thighs. Now he was not only facing Annie, but he had managed to partially free himself from the clasp of her muscular arms. He saw his opening, and moved quickly to take advantage of their changed positions.

Sam still had his legs free and used a half-forgotten judo hold to even up things. He raised one long leg, slid it across her throat, and managed to grapple Annie's head into a sort of half-figure-four leg lock. Her head was captured within the sweaty prison of his crotch with her face jammed against his turgid cock. Annie immediately knew what to do to counter that hold. Her tongue flicked out like a striking viper, licking the length of his meaty shaft, wrestling his cock with her agile tongue.

Sam's response was a sudden intake of breath and a low moan . . . this time not from pain but from pleasure. His breath began to pant in stifled gasps. While pleasantly distracted, Sam was unprepared for Annie's next move. She slid one muscular thigh beneath him, while the other crawled across his sweat-soaked back. She then quickly clasped her ankles together and locked them hard. She had him . . . or so she thought. But Sam had other ideas. So did Lupe!

"Hey, are youse guys doing foreplay or are you wrassling?" barked out Lupe in an angry voice. "I'm givin' you only another five minutes to gain a submission, then it's my turn!"

Lupe had been following the action with eyes that gleamed with excitement, but now there was a glint of irritation sparkling in those green orbs. She hadn't expected that Sam would have lasted as long in the clutches of her trainer as he had, or that Annie would have obviously enjoyed her match with the handsome young stockbroker as much as she appeared to. Lupe couldn't decide whether she should be envious of Annie, or just pissed that she had misjudged Sam. But one thing was for sure, Lupe was getting turned-on by watching the tangled bodies on the blue plastic mats. And when Lupe became erotically aroused, whether by man or woman, watch out!

Meanwhile, back down on the big blue mat, the action seemed to be occurring in ultra slow motion. Annie still had Sam locked within the clasp of her muscular thighs as they lay face-to-face. Annie's solid calves bunched and her thighs contracted like steel bands around Sam. The handsome young man tried to lurch up to his kees, but a shuddering shake of Annie's encircling thighs brough him crashing back down to the mat.

Annie's scissors was not so much a submission hold as it was a grinding, strength-sapping grip meant to wear Sam down. But that didn't mean that Annie couldn't hurt or at least give a dull, nagging pain to her male opponent with the strength of those thighs. Her long legs continued to squeeze Sam's mid-section inexorably, until he found it difficult to catch his breath. He was in trouble, and he knew it. But Sam was so caught up in the mind-blowing erotic sensations that his wrestling with Annie was causing that he didn't really care. In fact, hus subconscious mind seemed to be unexpectedly voicingh a thought to him: "This wouldn't be such a bad way to die".

As for Annie, she was having the time of her life. Wrestling with the young stockbroker was completely different than grappling with Lupe. Surprisingly, Annie had never wrestled a man before. Lupe had only introduced Annie to erotic combat a few months back, as a means of foreplay to help stoke the smouldering coals of Lupe's raging sexuality. It was part of the endless game of domination that Lupe played with her superbly muscled trainer. And Annie had grown to love their sessions on the mat or in Lupe's huge bed. But somehow, wrestling with this man was pleasurable in a far different way.

As Annie's mind wandered, Sam sensed that the blonde's attention had become unfocused. A second later he was able to get to his knees, twist slightly to one side, bring his hands around Annie's encircled legs, and then sit down on her rounded muscular butt. He had captured her in a cradle hold that brought a sudden scream of surprise and pain from the female wrestler's lips. There was simply nothing Annie could do except submit to Sam. Tears of frustration and pain glistened in her eyes as she slapped the mat three times, signalling her submission.

In a million years, Sam couldn't have explained how he managed to actually apply the hold. It had just seemed a natural progression of moves, once he had managed to turn Annie over. Sam was as dumbfounded as Annie that he had won the fall. But if Sam and Annie were surprised, Lupe was flabbergasted at the sudden and totally unexpected turn of events.

Lupe. of course, had no way of knowing that Sams victory was the result of a fluke. Her eyes narrowed in concentration as Lupe tried to figure out if Sam was perhaps sandbagging the two women. She had fully expected Annie to mop up the floor with the handsome young businessman. Lupe had looked forward to seeing Sam begging for mercy, not having her muscular blonde trainer cry out her own surrender. For a moment, Lupe considered taking her own turn on the mat with Sam. However, Lupe was a cautious woman and decided that she needed to know a little more about his wrestling ability before she took him on.

"Was that luck, Hombre, or is there somethin' youse aint telling Lupe", the dark-haired woman asked.

"Hey, I just got lucky", Sam relied with a nervous laugh. "I'd seen that hold being applied when I had once watched a professional wrestling match on TV, and it must have remained in my memory banks."

"Give me another chance at him, Lupe", said Annie in a quiet voice that dripped with venom. "I almost had him, before he got lucky."

Lupe was in a quandry. She was enjoying the sexual stimulation that she was receiving from watching the two sweat-slippery naked bodies straining together. It was a different sensation than she would experience if she was locked into place against the young man. Apples and oranges, perhaps. But there was a big difference between being a voyueur and being a participant. Lupe like both, but for different reasons.

"OK, youse still got three minutes left of the five I gave ya. So lock up and see who does what this time around. But no more funny stuff, Hombre".

Annie, who had been standing across the mat rubbing the small of her back didn't hesitate a second. She launched herself at Sam, grapped him in a headlock, and took him back down to the mat. They sprawled full length against one another, their legs grappled tightly together as Annie worked her headlock. Annie's right arm had encircled Sam's neck, while her opposite hand grasped her right wrist to lock the hold. She grunted softly as she put on the pressure, the solid ball of her bicep leaping up against his throat, chocking him. Sam fought against her hold, crawling atop Annie's straining body and gathering her to him with his legs. They rolled slowly across the mat, first one of them on top and then the other. The soft glow of the overhead light cast its glow on their sweat-wet heaving bodies. They heaved and tossed, grappling in virtual slow motion now.

The all-out effort was unleashing an almost primeval emotion within the fitness trainer. She became aware of an electric charge rippling through her naked body as she strained with Sam on the mat. It was nothing less than an age-old primitive arousal mechanism, triggered by the close-locked effort of their two naked bodies wrestling together in titanic effort. It was the primeval battle of the sexes, and the responses seemed to be hard-wired into the species.

Annie made a surprise move, giving up her scissors for a full-length body press atop Sam's heaving body. They lay there, face-to-face again, their arms and legs tangled together, naked bodies glued so tightly to one another that they appeared as one form. They rolled over and over slowly, with first one on top and then the other.

At this point it was Sam who pinned Annie beneath him. Her lithe hips began to move beneath him in slow-motion, pumping up and down like a piston in an even tempo. Her hips thrust forward and upward, ever so slowly with Amazonish strength. Sam rode her sweat-slick naked body, his knees hugging her waist, his arms wrapped around her body in an effort to maintain his precarious position atop her. The woman wrestler changed her position beneath him, sliding upward until their loins were locked together. Sam's still-throbbing cock lay against the crinkly softness of her thick pubic muff, inching toward the inviting opening of Annie's vagina. The female wrestler reached up and cupped his muscular buttocks, helping to better position him for what was to come. She gave a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Then she gave a soft growl, raised her legs to clasp his hips, tipped her pelvis to better accomodate Sam's cock within the wet warmth of her eagerly awaiting vagina, and pulled the man to her.

"STOP", demanded Lupe from her seat on the couch. "That's it, you two have wrassled long enough. It's Lupe's turn now!"

With that, Lupe arose from the couch with the easy grace of a black panther. She reached up and opened her robe, shrugged her broad shoulders, and slipped out of the black silk garment. She stood there clad in nothing more than her thong, bare-breasted and magnificent.

"My turn now" growled Lupe in a low voice, as she flexed herself in preparation.

Lupe reached down and roughly grabbed Sam's shoulder, pulling him away from Annie. Then she gripped one of Annie's muscular arms with steely fingers as she lifted her trainer from the mat to her feet. Annie's sculpted sinews bunched dangerously as she took a step toward Lupe with fire in her eyes. Her sexual frustration almost overwhelmed Annie's senses; almost, but not quite. The glare that Lupe gave her brought the beautiful blonde trainer back to the reality of her situation.

"Youse, I'll deal with later, Chica", Lupe murmered in an icy tone. "Youse was havin' too damned much fun down there with this guy. Youse was supposed to whip his fancy ass, but he almost friggin' whipped yours. So go sit down over there and watch a REAL woman work this guy over!"

With that, Lupe gave her sweat-soaked blonde trainer a shove toward the couch. She turned back to Sam, who was also drenched with sweat.

"Hey, Hombre," Lupe exclaimed. "I wanna make sure youse aren't a married man. Are ya sure youse are single, no wife at home waiting for ya?" she asked in a tight voice.

"No, I'm completely single . . . at the moment", Sam replied with a grin. "I'm divorced. Have been for the past year. No kids, either."

"Good!" replied Lupe. "I wouldn't want to think that youse was cheating on a wife, with what youse and Annie were doin down here a moment ago".

Sam's face grew red. It was true, he'd almost lost it with Annie. But he was also amazed at Lupe's old-fashioned sense of marital fidelity. He found himself wondering if knowing that he was single would embolden Lupe to wrestle him in even a more erotic manner than his match with Annie. He would soon find out, since Lupe moved slowly toward him like a big jungle cat, gliding across the mat with both arms held out, fingers beckoning Sam to her, inviting him to wrestle.

"Come to Lupe", she murmered as her lush lips curved into a sinister smile.


Sam watched the sultry Hispanic woman circle around him on the mat. His eyes roved over her upper torso, taking in the wide square shoulders and solid breasts which jutted arrogantly from her wide, deep chest. He knew that those melon-solid breasts were as much a result of implants as exercise, but they were breathtaking nonetheless. He inspected her steel-sinewed arms, noting the strong ball of her biceps, shadowed indentations of triceps, the smooth bulge of her deltoids. Sam knew that countless hours of exercise had gone into producing that imposing muscularity. And yet, despite her obvious strength, her body still had a lushly curvaceous feminine look.

"Youse like what ya sees?" murmered Lupe in a questioning tone of voice. "Maybe ya should keep you mind on you business." And with that, Lupe dove for Sam's legs.

Both of her muscular arms slid around Sam's right leg, hugging his thigh tight against her chest. She went to her knees in front of him, but only for an instant. Lupe threw herself forward and raised up at the same time, pulling Sam's leg aloft as she did so. Her sudden move shoved the young stockbroker off-balance, and he went crashing down to the mat on his back. Lupe quickly stepped over the leg she was still hugging, pulled it snugly into her crotch, gave a twist, and secured a painful standing leg lock that brought a yelp of pain from Sam.

Without conscious thought, Sam lifted his free leg and brought it around and behind Lupe in a leg sweep. His calf slammed into the back of her knee, and Lupe crashed down to the mat. She released her leg lock in order to catch herself with both hands as she fell. It was all the break Sam needed. He gathered Lupe into the clasp of his thighs, securing the woman in a brutal leg scissors. His arms slid down and under Lupe's armpits, his fingers locking together behind her neck to form a full nelson. Lupe was captured!

Sam bent forward, cinching up his nelson. His cheek was laying alongside Lupe's columnar neck, his heaving chest pressed tightly against her powerfully sinewed back. Her back was already wet with sweat, causing his chest to slide from side to side as he grappled his upper torso closer to her own. Coiling female muscularity bulged and rippled against his chest as Lupe fought to free herself from his full nelson.

For the moment, Sam was content to rest in his dominant position, to enjoy the feel of Lupe's smooth, slick body beneath him, and to enjoy the erotic sensation of their struggle. He was also regaining his strength. Sam was still tired from his first match with Annie, and he was expending a lot of energy in not only trying to restrain Lupe, but also in having to keep his still fully loaded cock from discharging prematurely.

Lupe, unlike her male opponent, wasn't interested in maintaining the status quo. The Latino Amazon tried desperately to force her arms downward, to power out of Sam's full nelson. As she strained, her biceps leaped up into prominence. The solid mounds of flesh bulged against Sam's forearms as he struggled to maintain his grip. He turned his face away from Lupe's neck, his eyes seeking the sculpted hardness of her biceps, marveling at the way they peaked into a baseball sized roundness. Sam felt his turgid cock twitch and then swell even harder as he watched the twin bulges of strength. Perhaps it was his lack of concentration, or maybe it was simply Lupe's amazonian strength, but the next thing Sam knew she had powered herself free of his arm hold. He still held her securely within the prison of his scissoring legs, but he had lost his advantage.

Her superb body was now completely drenched with sweat, Lupe was able to twist around like a slick eel within the clasp of Sam's thighs until she was facing him. Her arms immediately flung themselves around Sam's upper torso in a yet another frontal bearhug. He lay beneath her now, his legs locked around Lupe's slender waist, pulling her against his heaving body with all his strength.

Sam's arms were pinned beneath Lupe's bearhug, so all he had left were his legs. It didn't look good for Sam at that moment, and yet he wrestled Lupe seemingly without a care in the world for the outcome of their bizarre test of strength. Sam was enjoying the feel of Lupe's magnificent body straining hard against him so much that he felt that he was a winner even if he lost!

But what about Lupe? What was the sultry, splendidly muscled woman feeling as she fought to overcome this male within her clutches? Was she, too, having the same feelings and erotic urges that Sam was? In a word: Yes! But her point of view was very different than Sam's.

While Sam's eyes were rivited upon her straining biceps, Lupe's green orbs were staring at the full-length mirrors along the wall, mirrors that reflected their two naked bodies locked so strenuously together in battle. Lupe was examining her own body with all the fascination of a bodybuilder staring in a gymnasium mirror while slowly flexing each set of muscles. She found the disassociation stimulating, watching herself in the mirror while her body was grappled so fiercely and seductively around Sam's.

Lupe caught a quick glimpse of Sam's face, and noticed that his eyes were glazed as if lost in a fantasy world. She quickly took advantage of that knowledge, and twisted free of his leg scissors and full-nelson, using the sweat slickness of their two bodies to lubricate her escape. Almost in the same motion, Lupe rolled atop Sam, wrapping her long arms possessively around his body from the rear, her loins pressed tightly against the male hardness of his naked buttocks and her upper torso pushing downward against his muscular back, pinning him to the mat with her thrusting naked breasts.

Once down on the mat, Lupe played with Sam, squeezing him with her long arms while bringing her legs up and around his hips, pulling him even more tightly against her feverish loins. Her naked body rippled as she put on the pressure; appearing strong and powerful one moment, then graced with curvaciousness the next. Her magnificent body moved with the satiny allure of a jungle cat, whose muscles flexed beneath the fleshy surface and then receeded once again to leave nothing but unblemished smoothness.

Staying behind him, Lupe rolled their two bodies until she was on the bottom. She quickly slid one thigh between his legs, draping it over his well-sinewed thigh until his leg slid under her other leg. Scissoring his leg between her own, she locked the hold into place with the ankle of her other foot. This hold left her thigh jammed up into his crotch, holding his engorged cock captive beneath the weight of her muscular leg. One arm slid around Sam's neck while with her other hand she grasped one of Sam's wrists and secured an arm lock. It was a hold that submission wrestlers often called "The Anaconda".

As Lupe squeezed with her thighs and pulled his arms more tightly under her control, she again felt the heavy bulk of Sam's penis pressed against her encircling thigh. Even as she tightened her hold, Lupe could feel the male shaft swell and throb against her smoothly muscled leg. With a sly grin, Lupe made a minute change in her scissors, allowing her thigh to clamp down directly upon Sam's swollen member. Then she began to rock slowly from side to side, while at the same time squeezing with her grappling legs. The result was quick and dramatic. Sam hissed in his breath and let out a low moan, his body strumming with sexual tension.

Lupe's eyes were still rivited on the mirrors, watching Sam's sweat-beaded face as he grew more and more agitated. His eyes were closed, his breath coming in quick gasps past clenched teeth. It was a look not of pain, but of unspeakable pleasure. Lupe's eyes slid along the reflection of her clenched legs, watching as the muscles of her powerful thighs bunched and flexed with the effort of her hold. Lupe watched the shape of her rounded deltoids change as she applied more pressure to her arm lock, saw the smoothly sculpted bulge of her bicep expanding and contracting. It was, in a sense, as if she was watching another female body wrestling furiously with the naked man on that mat. Lupe, who had wrestled women this way before but never men, found that it turned her on beyond anything that she had ever experienced!

Lupe quickly decided that Sam shouldn't be the only one to enjoy the sexual stimulation. So while still maintaining her arm lock, Lupe released her thighs from around her male opponent just enough to allow her to swivel her body around until her loins were pressed together with his. Sam's erection was now jammed tightly against her vulva, and Lupe could feel her clitoris begin to swell to meet the weight of his cock. And within moments, Sam could feel something prodding his erect member, something that was smaller than his own penis and yet equally as stiff. It was a strange sensation, and one that Sam had never felt before. Had he not known that it was an impossibility, Sam would have sworn that another cock was grappling with his own.

Then, like a bolt out of the blue, Sam understood what was happening. So THIS was why Annie enjoyed wrestling with Lupe so much. The Latino Amazon was able to pleasure the female trainer almost like a man . . . almost, but not quite, as Annie had discovered while wrestling with Sam earlier. The young stockbroker realized that this was knowledge that might turn the tide, and allow him to win this bizarre erotic combat. And yet he now realized that he was simply far too exhausted from his wrestle with Annie, and the bout so far with Lupe, to win by regular means. Lupe was just too damned strong for him in his present condition. Hm-mmmm, but maybe there WAS another way to bring the magnificently muscled dominatrix to submission.

Sam got an arm free, and reached down between the two wrestlers' bodies. It took him a few seconds, but then his searching finger found what it was seeking. He was shocked at the size of it, and how firm it was. He circled the swollen clit with forefinger and thumb, grasping it firmly. Then he slowly began to milk it with even strokes. He was rewarded with a soft gasp of breath and a sudden flexing of Lupe's big body. Her own hand reached down and grasped his cock in a firm but gentle grip, a thumb running up and down the underside of his engorged shaft. Now they were pleasuring one another, while still locked in their wrestling holds. They were locked in a race to see which could bring the other to an explosive orgasm first, while at the same time straining to make each other submit in their wrestling match.

The two naked wrestlers were now drenched with glistening sweat, the pungent odor of which was filling the room. Their backs were turned toward the couch where Annie sat, so the blonde trainer couldn't actually see what the two wreslters were doing to one another. But she heard the harsh panting, the muffled moans, and the way the two entwined bodies were flexed into rigidity. And she could smell the pheremones, a musky scent that was working its magic of her as she watched the wrestling figures on the mat. Then Annie happened to look toward the mirror and saw where their hands were and what was actually going on.

"Hey, I thought you two were supposed to be wrestling", shouted Annie from the couch. "Those are not wrestling holds you've got on each other. You're fucking around!"

Lupe turned her head toward the trainer with great effort, as if trying not to lose her concentration on the matter at hand (ahem!) Her dark eyes were gleaming with lust, and sudden irritation, as she looked up at Annie.

"Youse just mind ya own business", she panted out. "Me and Sam here is going to be done 'fuckin' around', as youse puts it, pretty pronto. Then youse'll get ya chance to wrassle again. But you can bet that it'll be me you're going to lock up with, Chica, as soon as I make this guy say 'auntie' to me."

The trouble was that Lupe wasn't all that sure who would be the winner of this strange erotic combat taking place on the huge blue mat. She could feel the tremor of orgasm growing ever stronger within her, and she wasn't sure how long she could hold it in abeyance.

Sam, on the other hand (ahem!) wasn't so sure that Lupe would be the winner. He had a secret weapon. He had once dated a yoga teacher who had introduced him into the mysteries of Tantric sex. From her, he had learned how to pace himself, to put off having an ejaculation for hours. So he wasn't at all worried that Lupe's develish fingers would bring him to an explosive climax any time soon. He only hoped and prayed that Lupe had not also studied Tantric sex, or else he WAS in real trouble.

Sam smiled at the realization that Lupe should have stayed with straight wrestling. Her amazonish strength had almost brought him to submission a few moments ago. But now that they were engaged in a battle of pleasure, Sam thought that perhaps he had a chance to win two falls in a row from these strange females. With that in mind, he worked even harder with his fingers that were locked around the Latino Amazon's big clit.

The torrid action lasted only another few minutes. Then, with a mufffled scream of frustration mingled with sexual release, Lupe bridged upward until she was strung as tight as a bow. She took both of them into the air for a second, her sleekly muscled body quivering and shaking, and then she came down to the mat with a thud. It was over. Sam had outlasted the sultry brunette in the digital foreplay phase of their match. Now, flushed with his unexpected victory, it was time to claim his reward.

Sam started to roll over onto Lupe's sweat-slippery muscular body, to pin her beneath him while he took his beautiful opponent to the next step in their strange contest of strength. Lupe, still lying there half-dazed, spread open her muscular thighs to receive him . . . when, suddenly, Sam and Lupe felt another body crash down atop theirs. It was Annie.

Annie rotated herself into position, her naked muscular body sprawling across both Lupe and Sam. Annie's sleekly muscled limbs gathered the two sweat-slippery and nearly exhausted wrestlers beneath her. The three nude bodies were locked together in an unlikely variation of the 69 position. Situated head-to-toe as they were, Lupe's mouth was brushing sensually against Sam's cock, while Sam had his lips buried in the thick mat of Lupe's pubic hair, his tongue already seeking her aroused clit. Annie, while she kept the other two wrestlers pinned down to the mat, had her choice of targets. Her blonde head swiveled back and forth for a moment, and then with blinding speed she buried her face in Sam's crotch, pushing aside Lupe's head in the process. But Lupe wasn't going to be dislodged that easily, and a split-second later the two women were wrestling each other furiously . . . AND Sam, all at the same time!

-And then all hell broke loose!


The writhing tangle of limbs made it difficult to see who was doing what to whom. As three sets of eyes watched the reflection of their entwined bodies in the mirrors, it was impossible to tell which one of the nudely muscled wrestlers was emerging as the Dominant in this bizarre battle. It was deliciously even at this point, none of the three being able to gain an advantage.

What was true, however, is that the two women were completely overwhelming Sam, even as Lupe and Annie struggled against each other. And, surprisingly, Sam didn't seem to mind. He was blissfully exhausted, and at this point he couldn't have cared less who "won". As far as Sam was concerned, they had ALL emerged victorious, even as they "lost".

During that first torrid bout, Annie had lost the wrestling match. However, she discovered that she was more hetrosexual than she thought she was. She had loved wrestling with the handsome young stockbroker, and had been aroused just as much as with the Latino Amazon, Lupe. That was a win.

Lupe, for her part, thought that she was going to defeat her male opponent with little or no effort, that her splendid muscularity and awesome strength would certainly prevail in their impromtu wrestling match. But she had lost, albeit to an orgasm, and Annie's untimely interruption. Lupe had learned that sometimes sex can trump strength in the play of life. She, too, had won by losing.

Sam had discovered a lot of important things about himself during the wrestling. He realized not only that women could be stronger than he imagined them to be, but that he, too, was stronger than he had thought he was. And he REALLY loved to wrestle with women! Sam would never in a million years have believed that wrestling with a woman could be a turn-on, before the fateful knock on Lupe's door . . . which itself seemed to be a lifetime ago! And it sounded silly to Sam now, but he knew that he had gained enough respect from the sultry Dominatrix to win her as a client. That was, after all, why he had come to Lupe's apartment in the first place.

Sam had "closed the deal", albeit in a very unorthadox way, and now would have Lupe with all her wealth as his new brokerage client. Thus, Sam was also a winner.

THAT, he chuckled to himself, was worth the whole weird and erotic experience. And now, since they were still naked and rolling around on the mat together, all that had to be decided was who would make love to whom. Lupe and Annie had their own ideas about that, as Sam would soon discover.

The End . . . Or The Beginning