As the summer of '77 wound down, life in our sleepy little town started
to gear up. Back to school time marks the end of vacations, the end of
summer fun, the end of some summer romances. It is also the time that new
kids move in and prepare for a school year in a strange, alien place. A year
ago I met Leigh in similar circumstances, just when my on-again/off-again
romance with Stella was fading for the 10th or 11th time. Leigh moved into
our town not long before the school year began, was introduced to me by
Stella, and we quickly became a couple. At least as much of a couple as high
school kids can become. In 1977 we saw Star Wars together, Saturday Night
Fever, and The Deep (at a drive-in!). I was a fixture around Leigh's house,
having done a good bit of the landscaping with her and her mom, and I
witnessed some crazy stuff too. Mother/daughter wrestling fights are not
your garden variety occurrences, nor are female neighbor vs. neighbor fights
either. I wanted nothing more than to make it last.
Leigh looked like a gymnast (which she had been) and an Olympic athlete
from the waist down (which she very nearly was). Thickly muscled thighs and
bulging calves, earned with long hours of gymnastics and later ice skating,
were her stand-out features. Plus a chest few 16 1/2 year old girls had. She
was a 36 D when she moved to our town a year ago. Like her mother, Leigh's
chest was firm and completely without sag, amazing for such a big rack. The
change in her body at a fairly young age is what forced her out of
gymnastics and allowed her to dedicate herself to her real passion: skating.
Standing 5'8", she weighed 135 pounds, and while she didn't have the kind of
lean physique her runner mother had, she was still very trim. Carrying that
much lower body muscle would make it easy to appear fat if she didn't work
at it constantly. In addition to cardio-training, Leigh did one hundred
sit-ups each morning. When I got her lifting weights she quickly started
building the muscles in her arms, back, and shoulders. If I were to use a
single word to describe Leigh's overall appearance, I'd say "diesel". Long,
straight, dirty-blonde hair (not her natural color) complemented her
normally tanned skin, giving her an outdoorsy look. She was very physical,
initiated sex just about any time we were alone, and loved to wrestle. Sex
always started out like a fight with Leigh smothering me in her cleavage,
locking her legs around me, and grinding our hips together. And as much as
she loved to wrestle me, she also enjoyed testing herself against other
girls. Our mutual friend Stella got a first-hand demonstration of Leigh's
leg strength (Leigh vs. Stella), and Leigh stripped down to just her bikini
panties to have a tussle with the woman across the street, Sue Ward (Leigh
vs. the Older Woman). So not only did she share the incredible "buxom
physique" genetics with her mother, she also had that same competitive
streak that made her mom a minor neighborhood legend. Both Leigh and her mom
seem to get lost in the action of a fight and kind of "zone out". They block
out everything but their opponent and concentrate on hurting their foe,
especially when it was each other. Text book dysfunctional family, but so
erotic!
Enter the new girl. Linda moved into town at summer's end from somewhere
in the mid-west. She was 15 and had a runner's background. Some kind of
track star out it Iowa or some such place. She was only 5'3" tall and
weighed probably 100 pounds soaking wet. Long legs for such a short girl,
they were lean and defined, but fairly thin. She was flat-chested but cute
facially, and very outgoing. Short brown hair, fair skin, and quick to
laugh. Linda made friends quickly all around the neighborhood and was also
recruited by the high school track and field coach, so she had something of
a reputation as a star athlete. I never thought she had an "attitude" about
her athletics, but Leigh, ever the jealous type, took a dislike to her
immediately. My fault, really, and I should have known better. Linda moved
in just 2 houses up the street from Leigh and became part of the
neighborhood crew. Most of us hung out together during the summer and after
school. Leigh asked me what I thought of Linda one day and I made the
mistake of telling her I though she was nice.

"What do you mean by nice?" Leigh was obviously expecting a different
answer.

"C'mon! She's fun. Good sense of humor. She's always laughing and
smiling." I try to play if off like it's no big deal but I know that look.

"She's tiny!" Leigh says with a look of disgust. "There's nothing to
her."

Leigh is feeling a little uncomfortable about her size in comparison to
this new girl, especially if I haven't gone out of my way just yet to say
how hot I think her larger, muscular physique is, and that I'm not at all
attracted to skinny little Linda. Jealous as ever, Leigh is quick to get
agitated. She shifts her position sitting on the grass, getting one leg
under herself. Like a cat she pounces on me and forces me flat onto my back,
landing on top of me in a straddling position. Dropping down onto me, her
chest into my face, Leigh wraps her arms around my neck and holds me tight
against her full 36 D's, a familiar position for us.

For emphasis, Leigh squeezes me hard. Uncomfortably hard! "I bet she
couldn't to THIS to you!" she says with a hint of anger in her voice.

"Leigh, sweetie," I manage to squeak out from under her awesome tits. "I
wouldn't want her to." And I grab two handfuls of Leigh's thick muscular ass
and give it a squeeze. That's more of what she's looking for! If I'm not
constantly reassuring her of how sexy I think she is and telling her that I
want her then she starts to assume something is wrong. And that's when the
craziness really comes out. But Leigh relaxes finally and we spend the next
15 minutes of so just fooling around, kissing and me fondling that
spectacular chest. It's nearly five o'clock and I have to get home for
dinner, so I break our embrace and say I've got to go. My muscle girl isn't
ready to let me leave, however, and pulls off her shirt to tempt me to stay
a while longer.
It's quiet on her street at this hour. We're on the side of her house,
on the soft sod lawn, relatively secluded but not fully screened from
view.We could be seen if someone was passing by on the street, and I'm
surprised at Leigh's lack of modesty. Kneeling and staring at me, Leigh is
wearing only a pair of faded running shorts, bare breasts on display for any
passerby to see. With Herculean effort I resist the temptation she offers
and stand to leave. Leigh shrugs her shoulders, causing her bare bosoms to
rise and fall, but not bounce. Although they're huge they're too firm to
jiggle. Pulling her shirt on, she walks up to me and rubs her chest across
my arms, offering a tease of what I'm walking away from, her erect nipples
standing out clearly through her faded t-shirt.

"Ya know, Ombar, I'm not comfortable with how much you seem to like
Linda. And I'm really sick of that scrawny bitch already. She's not ALL
THAT!"

I try to mollify her. "I never said she was 'all that'. I just said she
was a nice person. Sheesh! What's gotten into you? You never seemed to have
a problem with her before."

"Maybe I've had enough time to see what a phony she is. And an athlete?!
With that scrawny body?! Oh, puh-lease! I could squash her like a bug."

I'm intrigued by Leigh's train of thought I don't want to be the one to
suggest she fight little Linda. I'm really turned on by what a one-sided
contest it would be though. Without punching this could be a drawn out
wrestling fight, a real lesson for the smaller girl.

I press on. "Yeah, you could really destroy her. And you could probably
make it last as long as you wanted. She'd be no match for you, even if she
doesn't realize it. But how would you ever get her to agree to wrestle you?"

"I know just how," Leigh says. "She's the athlete, right? I'll see if
she wants to use the Universal machine in my basement. If she's this super
athlete then she must have used weights before. And the mats are right next
to it."

The next day we're hanging around Leigh's house, sitting in the shade
and staring off into the calm blue sky. Linda comes down the street to hang
with us and for a time it's just the three of us. Then Leigh's 12 year old
sister comes out to make a pest of herself, a common thing this summer.
Della wants to be part of our group but at age 12 she's just not one of us.
Too big a generation gap. She starts in on her older sister immediately,
climbing on her and trying to pin Leigh. Like a good sport Leigh takes it
and lets Della push her onto her back, a momentary feeling of victory for
the little sister. Then, rather savagely, Leigh pushes her off. Della
crashes backwards and bangs her head on the ground, enough to make a small
thump but not hard enough to really be hurt. She then retreats for the
comfort of the house, embarrassed by her bigger sister throwing her off so
roughly and hurt by being rejected from the big kids' crew.
In the awkward moment of silence that ensues, I notice Linda looking
uncomfortable at how Leigh treated her younger sister. I take the
opportunity to break the mood and bring up the basement and the weights.

"Hey, Linda. Have you seen the weight machine in Leigh's basement?
Pretty sweet setup. Her dad got it but it mostly goes unused."

"Let's check it out," Linda agrees.

We enter the basement from the storm door on the side of the house and
the cool air hits us with an energizing blast. It is impressive, and
Linda's look of fascination is impossible to miss.

"You're so lucky to have something like this! I'd use it every day if we
had one in my house!" Linda says.

"Try it," Leigh invites her. "What's your best lift?"

Linda replies, "I like the lat pull-downs. And leg stuff, for running."
As she grabs the lat bar and pulls it down, just the 30 pounds on it make
her lats jump out. I didn't realize what a great v-shaped upper body Linda
had! Not big and no chest, but defined and very well sculpted.
Leigh notices my approving look directed toward Linda and her stare goes
icy cold. Linda finishes a set of 20 reps on the lat pulldown with 30 pounds
and releases the bar. She also noticed my attention on her and doesn't seem
to mind. In fact, I think she liked it, partly because she likes being
admired, but she's also noticed Leigh's reaction to my staring and she's
relishing that too. Rather than make any overt scene about this though,
Leigh is being sly.

To Linda she says, "Wow. I had no idea you were that strong! I mean, I
know you run, but you look like you have some upper body strength too."

Linda responds with "I've always been a lot stronger than I look.
Especially for my size. Surprises a lot of people." And she's smiling at
Leigh, then at me.

Leigh moves in for the kill. "Wanna show me how strong you are, on the
wrestling mats?"

Linda doesn't hesitate. "Sure. Do we wrestle for pin, or until somebody
gives up?" And Linda is standing on the mats, shoes off, wearing just her
tank top and shorts.

Leigh is momentarily caught off guard by Linda's willingness to wrestle
her. She expected a harder sell, if it happened at all. But the smaller girl
shows no fear or hesitation to face an opponent so much bigger. Leigh has on
short cutoff denim shorts and a cutoff t-shirt that shows her abs off. She
strides out onto the mats to meet Linda in the center, hands on hips.

"I won't be as easy as your little sister," Linda taunts. She's smiling
and actually looks eager. "Do we start on our knees?" she asks Leigh.

"Why?" Leigh asks. "I prefer standing to start. And lets wrestle for
submission." Now Leigh has that feral grin on her face, probably
anticipating throwing her smaller foe down hard.

Linda approaches the bigger fighter, bent over at the waist and with
hands up in the ready position, prepared to grab Leigh by the arms, or maybe
even in a headlock. Leigh spoils her plans, however, by charging at her and
slapping her hands away, getting inside Linda's guard and wrapping her arms
around the smaller girl's head. Leigh quickly pulls Linda into a bear hug
around the head and neck, the younger girl pushing at her attacker's chest
and shoulders in a futile attempt to ward her off. Right away Leigh has her
victim in a bear hug, her chest crushed up against her opponent's face.
Linda is beet-red immediately, either from the embarrassment of another
girl's ample bosoms in her face or from the squeezing of her neck in Leigh's
powerful arms. Probably both.
Leigh's 5" height advantage gives her a leverage bonus and makes it easy
to hold the other fighter in this bear hug, and it keeps her in a natural
position for pouring on the power with her arms and back muscles. Linda
grunts and groans, the pitch getting higher as the pain Leigh inflicts
grows. Standing still in the middle of the mats Linda wraps her arms weakly
around her Amazon tormentor's waist and tries desperately to trip the bigger
girl. Her sinewy runner's legs slap at Leigh's massive calves as she tries
to snake a leg around one of Leigh's more massive legs, but Leigh doesn't
budge. Linda begins to slap at Leigh's back and shoulders with open hands,
her moaning becoming a smothered scream but barely audible.
In a swift twisting motion Leigh throws her smaller foe to the mat and
lands heavily on top of her, still squeezing Linda's face against her big
chest. Hand prints are visible on Leigh's back where Linda has been slapping
her, and in retaliation Leigh straddles her victim and begins jerking
upwards on her head and neck. She looks like she's trying to rip the little
fighter's head off. Linda thrashes wildly with her legs, arms flailing more
weakly with each passing second of this battle. After about ten minutes of
this she goes limp, and her legs are trembling but not kicking or trying for
footing on the mat. Leigh can feel the fight go out of Linda and releases
the bear hug, sits up on the beaten girl's stomach, and stares into her
face.
Gasping for air, Linda is glassy-eyed and weak from Leigh's punishing
hold. But she's clearly angry as well, and as she gets her breath back the
anger grows quickly.

"Get the FUCK off me, you FUCKING BITCH!"

"Awww, what's the matter? Star athlete not up to the challenge?" Leigh
has a mocking tone that tells me she's enjoying this and is far from letting
it end.

"You fucking PSYCHO!!! You almost killed me! Let me UP!!"

Leigh answers, "Oh, I'm sorry. Let me help you up."

And with that she reaches behind Linda's neck with both hands and pulls
her into a sitting position, but Leigh remains straddling her opponent,
almost sitting on Linda's lap. Leigh quickly extends her legs on either side
of the smaller wrestler's waist and locks in a body scissors. Her gorgeous
thighs tighten immediately, sending a jolt of pain through Linda and
threatening to break her ribs. The air is crushed out of the smaller girl's
lungs in an explosive rush. Her eyes bug out, her mouth moves like she's
screaming, but no sound escapes her. Linda's hands fly to Leigh's massive
thighs, rock hard as they clamp down on the tiny girl's waist. She bangs her
fists against the thick muscle of Leigh's legs but Leigh only leans back and
applies even more power. Linda twists to one side so the bigger fighter is
now scissoring her from the side. She finds her voice and starts to scream,
but before she can really make much noise Leigh wraps her left arm around
Linda's neck and yanks her back against her chest, cutting off the futile
cries of pain and securing the little fighter against her own body, Leigh's
big tits crushed up against Linda's back.
With her right hand still pushing uselessly against one of Leigh's
muscular thighs Linda reaches for Leigh's left arm to try to pull it away
and gain some breathing room. Linda's lat muscles pop out with the exertion
of trying to pull down the more massive fighter's choking arm and her legs
thrash again, feet pawing at the wrestling mat without any real aim. As
Linda weakens, Leigh releases the body scissors but keeps the choke hold in
place. After a brief pause Leigh starts to scissors Linda again. This
pattern repeats itself for almost twenty minutes, relaxing and then
restarting, Leigh never completely releasing the smaller fighter. Finally,
Leigh's not squeezing her foe's neck, just holding her there and watching to
see what her beaten opponent will do next. Linda's anger and defiance is
gone, replaced by a sad, beaten look. Linda realizes she has zero chance
against this Amazon fighter that has so thoroughly dominated her. Weakly,
Linda signals her complete submission. Both ladies are covered in
perspiration, even in the cool basement air. They've both been exerting
themselves mightily and have perspired enough to soak themselves through in
some areas. Linda's tank top is see-through and it looks like she's been in
a wet t-shirt contest. Her nipples are small, dark, and rock hard. They
stand out a quarter inch and show where her bosoms would be if she had any
to speak of. Leigh's sweat is more visible on her back and stomach, but her
breast are clearly visible through her t-shirt. Big round nipples the size
of silver dollars, hard from the excitement of fighting, her shirt is
stained with rings of sweat under her arms, under her massive bosoms, and
around her neckline. She's slick with not just her own sweat but and also
from her opponent she's been torturing.

"You win. Please! No more! Please, just let me up." She's coughing and
still struggling for air, but Linda hasn't cried. Hell, If Leigh did that to
me I'd probably cry!

Leigh wraps her left leg around Linda's waist but doesn't lock it with
the other leg, just leaving it across the smaller girl's stomach. Leigh then
releases her arm from Linda's neck, leans back onto both her elbows, and
waits. Linda can't just stand up as she's too weak, and Leigh's powerful
left leg is acting as a seatbelt. With pleading eyes, Linda looks back at
Leigh and asks,

"Can I get up? Will you let me up yet?"

"No." A simple, one word answer from the big girl. Leigh has that
zoned-out look on her face, like she's trying to decide if her opponent will
live or die.

Linda tries to move Leigh's muscular leg off of her waist but Leigh
pulls it tight, just for a second, until Linda releases it and stops trying
to move. Leigh is as still as a statue, not moving as long as Linda doesn't
move. The little girl is breathing heavy, not yet recovered from the beating
she's taken. Leigh, in contrast, is hardly breathing at all. Slowly Leigh
extends her right leg, straightening it, and lowers it onto the curled left
leg encircling Linda's waist. It's silent in the room except for the ragged
breathing of Leigh's battered opponent. Linda watches silently as Leigh
brings her gorgeous right leg to rest, repositioned for exactly what she
doesn't know. Cobra-fast, Leigh yanks her left leg bag against Linda's waist
and curls her right leg over her left foot, locking in a figure four on the
small fighter's battered midsection. With an animal snarl Leigh leans
forward and forces Linda onto her stomach, with only Leigh's left leg
between this slightly built girl and the mat. Leigh is now sitting on the
small of her foe's back, locked into position with her figure four, and
there is no hope of Linda escaping from the massive legs that hold her.
Linda is moaning again as Leigh tightens the figure four, leaning into her
opponent, big firm breasts moving down toward the beaten fighter's back.
Linda is almost resigned to accepting whatever punishment this big busty
muscle girl wants to dish out. When Leigh is only a few inches from resting
her chest on Linda's back it's clear that's as far as she can go without
leverage. Reaching her hands under Linda's arms, Leigh grabs the smaller
girl's shoulders from behind and pulls herself down all the way, chest
resting on her victim's back. Linda groans and kicks her legs, pounding the
mat with her feet, the pain she's feeling etched on her face. After 5 solid
minutes of this Leigh begins to relax the hold slightly by raising herself
up off Linda's back, but then yanking herself back down and re-tightening
the fighting hold. The effect on Linda is that if knocks the air out of her
in violent coughing spasms each time Leigh cranks down with the fighting
hold. Another couple of minutes of this torture goes by and Linda is a rag
doll. No fight whatsoever left in her.
Leigh releases her, rolls Linda onto her back on the mat, and lies down
next to her. It takes a few more minutes before Linda speaks but when she
does it's to ask,

"Is it over?"

Leigh's answer is to roll over on top of Linda, pin her hands down next
to her head, and work her legs around the smaller fighter's legs for a
grapevine. Leigh wastes no time in pouring on the pressure. Linda's slim
runner's body is wracked with pain, arching her back what little she can,
writhing and twisting in a desperate attempt to find a position that lessens
the agony. Each time Linda's moaning gets loud Leigh drops down and smothers
the little wrestler with her massive bosoms. Watching Leigh's fantastic
thighs and calves strain against the younger fighter's strong but small legs
is a show I'll remember. Linda is so severely overmatched it's almost sad,
but it's so erotic I haven't even moved since the fight started. It's been
almost 40 minutes since the two girls faced each other at the center of the
mat, both ready for female combat. The contest has been 100% in favor of the
taller, more muscular Leigh, delivering a beating all three of us will
always remember.

When Linda goes limp for the fourth time, stopping struggling
completely, Leigh relaxes and rolls off her.

"Please please please, stop. I'm beat. You're better than me at
fighting. I can't compete with you," Linda pleads from her back.

Leigh thinks about it for half a minute, then answers, "Yeah, It's over
now."

When she can speak without gasping Linda says, "Shit, you can really
fight!"

Leigh smiles, gets into a kneeling position, and flexes her arms. "Damn
right!" Then she lowers her arms and sits back down next to Linda. "How
about a rematch some time?"

To my utter astonishment, Linda says, "Um, maybe. But if we do wrestle
again it has to be with some rules. You can't keep hurting me like that!"

"So I guess a fist fight is out of the question?" Leigh asks, only half
joking.

"Definitely out of the question. But I will fight you again in a
wrestling match. Only next time, no audience." And with that she looks over
at me. Then to Leigh: "Next time somewhere private. Just us girls."

Leigh's eyebrows shoot up at that. This little girl just took some real
punishment and wants to try it again?! That earns Leigh's respect on the
spot. I'm out of the loop, but Leigh has an opponent, and a new friend. They
would wrestle a couple more times, always with the same result. Leigh was
just too big and strong for little Linda to do anything. I saw them wrestle
playfully once, for just a few seconds. Linda got Leigh in a good choke hold
from behind but Leigh was strong enough to simply power out of it. Although
I wouldn't get to watch them fight I would hear a blow by blow description
of each encounter from Leigh. And there was still another fight with her
mother that was brewing.