My name is Joe. I'm a forty year old man who is attracted tofit, muscular women. I've often fantasized about wrestling andfighting with women, matching my strength against theirs.
I've never done anything about my fantasies. I'm not very welloff, so I can't just take off and go to some place where I couldindulge myself. I'm also not particularly good looking or fit,so I don't attract very many women of any kind. Even if I did,I'm far too shy to ask some girl if she wants to wrestle.
All that changed a few weeks ago. The apartment next to minehad been vacant for some time, and the building manager wasn'tsure if he could ever get it rented. Then one day when I camehome from work I noticed a light in the apartment next door. Icalled the building manager, and he told me that he'd been ableto rent it out that day to a single woman. I began to wonderwhat she looked like.
The next evening there was a knock at my door. When I answeredit, there was a tall, attractive woman standing there. Shelooked to be about twenty-five or so, and topped my height offive-nine by at least six inches. She was wearing an oversizedblue sweat suit and sneakers, and her dark hair was in a ponytail.
I said, "Can I help you?"
"Hi, I just moved in next door. My name's Joanne," she said.
I introduced myself, and she said, "I hate to be a bother, butmy phone hasn't been installed yet. May I use yours? It's alocal call."
"Sure," I said, "come on in. The phone's in the kitchen."
Joanne came in and I showed her where the phone was. I returnedto the TV and watched for a few minutes, not really thinkingabout what I was seeing. I was thinking about Joanne.
"Thanks a lot," Joanne said as she entered the room. "I reallyappreciate it." She noticed the TV. "Anything good on?" sheasked.
I forced my attention back to the screen and saw that it wastuned to a sports station which was running a women'sbodybuilding contest. "I see you're interested inbodybuilding," said Joanne. "So am I."
"I'm not really into it myself, but I like the way it makespeople look," I said uncomfortably.
Joanne smiled slightly. "I like the way it makes people look,too," she said enigmatically. "Thanks again for the use of thephone. See you around."
After she left all I could think of was the big, beautiful womanwho'd moved in next door. I wanted to get to know her better. I didn't realize at the time that I'd get to know her all toowell.
The next Saturday afternoon I was watching videotapes of womenwrestling when Joanne knocked on my door again. She was dressedin another oversized sweatsuit, this one gray. "I just wonderedif you were doing anything," she said.
"Just watching some video tapes," I replied. "Nothing veryinteresting."
Joanne walked over to the video tape machine and noticed thetape I had been watching.
"Oh, I don't know. This looks interesting to me," she said."Let's watch for a while. I'm kind of interested in wrestling."
I started the tape again. "Where'd you get this tape?" Joanneasked. "Most female wrestling tapes I've seen advertised useskinny bimbos with big tits! These women look like they're ingreat shape. Look at the arms on that one!"
"I know of a company that makes women wrestling tapes withfemale bodybuilders, powerlifters, women like that."
"Yeah? Do you ever get any tapes of women wrestling men?" sheasked.
"Sometimes, when it looks like a good match," I said.
"You like watching that sort of stuff?"
"Well, yeah. Kind of weird, huh?"
"Ever think of trying it yourself?"
"Yeah, sometimes," I replied, somewhat uncomfortable. "Why?"
"Come over to my place. I want to show you something."
Her apartment was about the same size as mine. I used thesecond bedroom in my apartment as an office, but she had turnedhers into a gym. There were free weights and a rowing machine,which could be folded up and hung on a wall. The floor wascovered with gym mats.
"Now you know my secret," Joanne said. She started to step outof her sweatpants. "I'm a bodybuilder, and I like to wrestle,too." She pulled the sweatshirt off over her head and stoodthere in only bikini pants and a tee shirt. "What do youthink?" Joanne asked as she flexed her arms.
Joanne's body looked solid. Powerful muscles exploded under hervelvety skin as she posed for me. Her flexed biceps looked aslarge and hard as softballs. Muscles rippled in her thighs, andher calves bulged with power. She pulled up her tee shirt toshow off the hard ridges of sinew in her abdomen. The breadthof her shoulders was astounding. In general, she put my ownbody to shame.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Joanne askedplayfully.
"Wow!" I finally managed to gasp. "You're incredible!"
"Thank you kind sir," Joanne bowed. "The reason I was askingall those questions back at your place was because I haven'tbeen able to get the exercise I need since I moved. My last'partner' didn't want to come with me. I guess I wore him out. Anyway, I'm looking for a replacement. You interested?"
"What, you want me to be your training partner?" I feltslightly foolish.
"Not exactly. I don't need motivation when I lift, but I get mybest exercise wrestling," Joanne replied.
"I don't think I'd be much of a match for you. I'm pretty muchout of shape."
"Don't worry. A few weeks with me and you'll start getting intoshape -- that is, if you're still around in a few weeks."
"What if I say no?" I wanted to know.
"Well, that might be a problem. If you refuse, then you mighthave a hard time leaving here today." Joanne looked me up anddown appraisingly. "I don't think you can beat me to the doorfrom where you are right now."
"Are you threatening me?" I demanded. I was not pleased to notethat I sounded scared.
"Well, yeah."
I made the most foolish decision of my life so far. "OK, I'lldo it," I said. "I've always wanted to do this. Why not?"
Joanne beamed at me. "Great. Let's get started. You go and getchanged, then come back here. And don't forget, I know whereyou live."
I went back to my place and changed into a tee shirt, sweatpants, and socks. "Well, you're about to live your fantasy," Itold my image in the mirror. "I hope you know what you'redoing."
I quickly returned to Joanne's place. She had placed the rowingmachine up on the wall and the weights were in the closet. Shelaughed when she saw my upper body. "Man, I'm going to have totake it pretty easy with you. Ready? Let's get started."
I felt somewhat insulted by her attitude. We started circlingon the mat. Joanne feinted toward me a couple of times. Icharged her, but she easily evaded me and we continued tocircle. There was a small, mocking smile on Joanne's prettyface.
Suddenly, Joanne was on me before I could move! She wrapped herbrawny arms around my chest and lifted me off the floor. Igritted my teeth and tried to pull her arms apart, but couldn'tmake any headway. Joanne suddenly threw herself backwards andflung me across the room. I flew head over heels until Ismacked into the wall. I collapsed to the floor and lay flat onmy back, gasping for breath. Joanne walked over and straddledme in a schoolboy pin, holding my shoulders down solidly on themat. "I win the first fall; don't you agree?" she asked with asmile. I nodded and tried to regain my breath while Joanne gotup and stood over me. Slowly I got to my feet, my legs shaking. I had never encountered such strength before.
"Time for the second fall," said Joanne. I tried to back away,but Joanne quickly closed the distance between us and envelopedmy head with one sinewy arm. She flipped me over her hip, and Ifound myself again with my back against the mats. This time,though, Joanne retained her headlock and stayed on top of me. Joanne was squeezing hard, and I felt the side of my face gonumb where her forearm pressed against it.
"Want to give?" she asked.
"No," I managed to grunt.
"God, you're a stubborn little wimp. You'd better give. If youdon't, I'm going to have to squeeze you a little harder."
I thrashed my lower body around, trying to dislodge Joanne, butthe big, powerful girl ignored my struggles and maintained hergrip. So far the pain in my head and face was bad, butbearable. I used my arms to try and break her headlock, butcouldn't move her arm. Joanne laughed, then said, "Aww, isthat the best you can do? It's still early, and you aren't evenstrong enough to move one of my arms! What's it going to belike when you get tired?"
I tried again to shake her off, but she was too strong. I wasfinally able to twist my head around until I could see Joanne'sface. Her weight pinned me solidly to the mat, and her mightyarms encircled my head. She looked down into my face. "Youprobably should give up this fall now," she said. "If you do,wave one of your arms. I know you can't talk right now." Shewas right. With her arm locking my jaw and her breast crammedagainst my mouth, I couldn't even grunt.
Again I tried to free my head from its prison. "OK, Baby,"Joanne said. "It's your funeral." I saw her face change, andcould see the muscles ripple in her neck and shoulders as shetightened her grip.
The pain was unbelievable! I had thought she was bluffing whenshe'd threatened to squeeze tighter, but now I realized that shehad been using only part of her strength until now. I felt aterrible pressure around my head, and thought that my skullmight crack! My vision blurred, and I saw fireworks going off! I couldn't believe that any woman was this strong.
Suddenly, blissfully, the pressure abated somewhat. I sawJoanne's lips move, and seemed to hear the words from far away. "If you want to give, Sweetie, wave your arm." I weakly wavedan arm, and she released my aching head and stood up.
I lay there for at least five minutes. I was vaguely aware thatJoanne left the room briefly. When I sat up, she had changedinto a bikini top that matched the pants she wore. She washolding a glass of water and a small bottle.
"Headache?" she asked with mock sympathy. "Here, have someaspirin."
I gratefully swallowed two of the pills and washed them down. Ithen got to my feet and wobbled around for a while. Joanneleaned against a wall with a superior smile on her pretty lips. I noticed that she had not even started to sweat. Her musculararms were crossed across her thick chest as she watched mestruggle to walk upright.
After I had stopped staggering, she said, "Time for the thirdfall."
"What? You've got to be kidding! I'm not ready!"
"Does it look like I'm kidding?" she asked. "That was astatement. Time for the third fall." Joanne moved away fromthe wall and started to stalk me. There was no other word forit. I retreated as well as I could, but I was still woozy fromthe headlock, and the room wasn't that big.
Joanne closed the gap between us with a quick leap that caughtme by surprise. She ducked quickly and caught me across hershoulders, then stood up and carried me around the room. "Nowwhat should I do to this piece of garbage?" she mused out loud. "I can't put it in the trash can, it's too big. I know! I'lljust dump it." Straightening her arms, she lifted me over herhead and then dropped my limp body from a height of nearly sevenfeet. I frantically tried to get my feet under me, but landedhard on my belly. The air left my lungs as I smashed into themat. This time Joanne just watched as I tried to crawl awayfrom her. It took several minutes until I was able to reach myfeet again, and I knew it was just a matter of time until Joannehad me again.
Joanne moved toward me again and I cowered away from her. "What's the matter, you scared of a girl?" Joanne taunted. Herhand shot out like a snake striking and slapped me hard on thecheek. It sounded like a gunshot, and I felt as though I'd beenpunched. "You should be scared of me!" Her left hand then shotout and gave my other cheek the same treatment. "That's what Ithink about turning the other cheek."
Then she was on top of me again. I tried to do something,anything, to keep out of her grasp, but she easily tripped mewith one sturdy leg. I fell to the mat hard, and tried toscramble to my feet again but Joanne wouldn't permit it. Sheslipped behind me and enclosed my waist with her muscularthighs. I struggled to keep her legs from locking, but sheignored my feeble efforts and tightened her vise.
The rest of the air was crushed from my lungs. Joanne held myarms in an unbreakable grip while she continued to constrict mywaist. The skin of her thighs rippled as the muscles beneathcontinued to crush the life from me. I tried to surrender, butdidn't have enough breath, and Joanne wouldn't release my arms. I made a strangled gasp, but Joanne didn't (or wouldn't)understand. I dimly realized that the stricture on my waist hadeased, and heard Joanne speaking to me.
"How do you like this, you flabby wimp? My legs are just liketwo steel rollers, crushing you down to nothing. I'm strongerthan you ever dreamed about, isn't that right? If I squeezed ashard as I could I'd probably kill you, especially the shapeyou're in."
Joanne released her grip and stood over me as I lay on the mat,gasping for breath. She put one foot on my chest in a victorypose. "I said I'd get you into shape," she said, "butconsidering your lack of conditioning, I may kill you doing it. You're nothing but a flabby weakling. I got the hint when I sawthose tapes at your place. You like nothing better than beingbeat up by a woman." Joanne sneered at me and continued, "Well,I'll be glad to oblige. My last partner got fed up and tried toleave. I understand he'll be out of the hospital any day now. Don't get any ideas about leaving. It might make me mad, and Idon't think you'd like it too much if I got mad."
She turned abruptly and left the room. I slowly regained mybreath and was able to sit up. By the time I'd reached myknees, Joanne had returned with a towel. She tossed it to meand ordered me to wipe the sweat off. I quickly complied, andJoanne smiled. "Good," she said. "At least you're starting tolearn to take orders from your superior. Ready or not, here Icome again."
I was still struggling to get off my knees when Joanne crashedinto my chest with her shoulder. I found myself pinned beneathher again. She sat on my chest with her knees pinning my armsto the mats. Joanne reached behind her and unhooked her bra,then tossed it into the corner. Her breasts were firm, needingno support, and sat proudly on her large chest. "Like them?"she asked. "Maybe you want a closer look."
Capturing my wrists with her strong hands, Joanne slid her legsdown my body until her legs were intertwined with mine,stretching my lower limbs apart. I felt an incredible pain inmy knees and crotch as Joanne forced my legs asunder. Then shereleased my wrists and dropped her upper torso onto my face. She was tall enough that my face rested almost exactly betweenher breasts. I could feel Joanne's arms around my head, pullingmy face even deeper into her chest. I realized that I was beingsuffocated by her flesh! Even though I was in desperatetrouble, I could feel myself becoming hard.
"What's this? Do I feel a bump down there?" Joanne asked. Sheraised her weight slightly off my lower body, then drove herhips down into my groin. "You're a bad boy, Joey," shecontinued. "It's not time for fun yet." I fought furiously tofree myself, but Joanne easily held me captive. Her arms werecrushingly strong, squashing my face flat against her chest. Ifelt my knees creak and pop as she spread my legs out evenfarther than before. I thrashed my arms furiously, trying todislodge her, but it was no use. "That's it, Baby, struggle. Ilike my wimps to struggle," murmured Joanne. I can't rememberexactly when I lost consciousness, but I thought I heard Joannehumming a lullaby.
I came around to find Joanne standing over me. "Well, decidedto rejoin the living, did you?" she laughed.
"Please, Joanne, don't hurt me any more," I begged. "I'll dowhatever you want."
"Yes, you will do whatever I want," she agreed with a sneer,"because you're nothing but a wimpy little piece of shit withflabby muscles, and I'm superior to you in every way." Shelooked at me appraisingly. "I'm not sure you've really learnedyour lesson yet though."
"Joanne, no, please I mean it!" I cried. "Please, don't!" Butshe ignored my protests and sat down behind me. Using her handsto pull my head up high into her crotch, Joanne crossed her legsand tightened her scissors hold on my already sore head.
The pain was indescribable. Along with the pain was theknowledge that Joanne had the power to hurt me badly, maybe killme, if she wanted to, and that brought the fear. "I told you myformer partner was in the hospital, remember?" Joanne asked. "Iput him there with these legs. My body scissors gave him a fewbroken ribs, and this hold broke his jaw." She tensed her innerthigh muscles a bit to let me know there was plenty of power inreserve. "Of course, I'd never use all my power on you, becauseyou'd never try and run away, right, Baby?" She punctuated herwords with another jolt from those potent thigh muscles. Itried to grunt to indicate my agreement (at this point I'd agreewith whatever she said) and Joanne seemed to understand. Sheheld me just tightly enough so that I couldn't escape, thencontinued to talk.
"Well, now that neither of us is going anywhere for a while,"she said, "I'll tell you something about me. I'm six-three inmy stocking feet and I weigh two hundred and ten pounds ofmostly bone and muscle. My chest is forty-six inches, waisttwenty-nine, hips forty. My biceps are nineteen inches, mythighs twenty-nine, and my calves are nearly twenty inches."Joanne jolted my head again with a quick tensing of her thighs. "And I love kicking the asses of little wimpy men who live nextdoor!"
Suddenly she shifted her legs into figure-four headscissors. "Now, I'll see how soon I can knock you out again, wimp!"
I could feel myself blacking out as her thick muscles cut offthe supply of blood to my brain and air to my lungs. Istruggled intensely to pull her legs away from my neck, but itwas no use. I was out quickly.
When I came to again, Joanne was kneeling astride my chest. Icould feel her slapping my face with a damp towel, trying tobring me around. When my eyes opened, she tossed the towel awayand smiled. "Now comes the fun part, at least for me," saidJoanne with a smile. "Usually it takes a little longer to getto this point, but you're so damn weak that I'm afraid you'dbreak something if we kept going."
Joanne was perspiring slightly now, and the sheen of sweat onher tanned skin glistened like oil under the lights. It wasthen I noticed that she had removed her panties. The dark hairof her crotch glistened with moisture as she brought it closerto my face. I found myself staring into her vagina. "I believethat a woman's pleasure comes first," Joanne purred, "and aman's pleasure comes a long way last. Now you give me somepleasure. You know what I mean, I'm sure. The minute I feellike you haven't got your heart in it, I start squeezing." Joanne wrapped her enormous thighs around my head, keeping myface jammed in her crotch, and gave me a quick jolt to let meknow what I was in for. "Better start now, Baby."
I don't remember much after that. Joanne fucked my facerepeatedly, until I finally passed out. When I came to I was inmy own apartment, buck naked. There was a note stuck to mychest.
"Dear Joe, I expect you to be ready to wrestle again at amoment's notice. I'll either get you in shape or kill youtrying. You're welcome to come over almost anytime to use theweights and rower. By the way, if you're thinking of trying toquit on me, forget it. I know where you live and I've got aterrible temper. See you. Joanne"
So I guess I'm in for it now. Hope I can get in shape to last alittle longer next time.
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