Laura 3

The next day Laura and I decided to play some tennis. Laura has been playing since she was a kid and even played for her college team, so her game's really good. That's the reason I don't mind playing her, even if she is a girl. I always beat her because I'm a guy and can hit harder. The score's usually 6-4, 6-2 for a couple of sets.

I always let her serve first and her first serve was an ace. Blistering shot that caught me off-guard and flat-footed. That was just a hint of things to come. That morning Laura trounced me 6-0, 6-0. I lost count of the number of serves she aced me on.

"Wow, you were on today," I complimented her as we walked off the court.

"What's the matter with you? Why were you holding back?"

"I wasn't. I've never seen you hit so hard. That's why you were taking the points. Hell, Laura, you were hitting like a guy."

"A guy who's a better tennis player than you," she teased.

That evening we were sitting out on my deck, having a couple of cocktails before dinner. Laura was still luxuriating in her tennis victory.

"6-0, 6-0. Did you get more than 30 points in any game?" she ribbed me.

"You really brought your game today. What can I say?"

"I haven't changed any of the mechanics of my swing." Laura put her hands behind her head and stretched.

"Holy shit! There's your answer!" I pointed to her arms. Her biceps had exploded in size when she flexed them as she stretched. "I thought you said you hadn't been to the gym much. You're packing some serious arms there!"

Laura flexed again, studying her own arm. "Hell, I guess they have gotten bigger. But they're not as big as yours."

"You're a girl, Laura. They're not supposed to be."

"You like 'em, or do they gross you out?"

"They make you look athletic and athletic is sexy. And since you've got boobs and all the rest of you that makes you look like a girl, I guess I have to say I like them."

"Good! Because I like the looks of them too and if these are the reasons I'm beating you at tennis then they ain't going away."

"One match doesn't mean that you're the permanent champion."

"Oh no?" she laughed jokingly. "Maybe I'm the new boss lady around here."

"This is my house, I'm master of my kingdom and don't you forget it," I replied smugly.

"I could just wrassle you to the ground and make you give up your crown."

Now we both knew at that point that Laura was just joking around. I could have just let it go. But, of course being the guy, especially one who'd been summarily whupped playing tennis, I had to assert my macho posturing.

"Any time you want to get it on, you know where to find me, little lady. I shouldn't even have to offer to defend my crown, but seeing as I'm such a nice guy and seeing how your one little tennis win has gone to your head, I'm willing to offer you a little lesson in physical humility." I smiled sweetly, but there'd been a bit of a put down tone in my voice.

Laura twirled the ice cubes in her gin and tonic for a moment, not saying anything, just thinking. She smiled, amused at whatever she was thinking to herself. She took a long pull on the g and t and said, "We still got some time before dinner's ready. Let's do it."

"You're not serious!"

"Of course I am! It's just a friendly little wrestling match, that's all. It's not like we're going to try to kill each other. Just fun and a little athletic competition and whoever wins gets some bragging rights."

"How would we go about doing it?"

"Let's just step out on the grass. I don't know how you do these things. I guess one of us will give up, say uncle, whatever."

"Okay. Any rules?"

"No punching or kicking I guess."

"Or scratching or biting."

Laura took another swig of her drink, kicked off her flip-flops and bounded out onto the lawn. I followed. We were both in shorts and t-shirts.

We started out very playfully. Laura jumping in and out and growling like a tigress. It was a while before we actually locked up. My weight and strength gave me some leverage, but I was quite surprised at how feisty and strong Laura was. As we got into it, she was really exerting herself. I had to try a lot harder than I thought I'd have to. Damn, she was one tough cookie! Remarkably agile and strong. The pounds she'd put on recently made it tougher to push her around.

Eventually, after about ten minutes, much longer than I expected it to take, I finally got Laura's shoulders pinned down. I counted to three and she said okay.

I rolled off her and lay flat on my back, sweaty and winded. "Nice try, kid, but looks like the old man's still champ."

Laura got on her hands and knees and leaned over me. "That was pretty close. What do you say to best two out of three?"

I just kept lying there, thinking that Laura would give up.

"Come on, big boy," she cajoled, "You're not afraid that I might beat you in a rematch, are you?"

"Of course not. You saw how the first one turned out. No reason to expect any different outcome. That's why I don't see the point in it."

"The point is if you don't I'll just hound you and the sooner we get this over the sooner you get dinner."

"All right. But you asked for it." I went inside for a moment to freshen our cocktails. When I came out Laura was pulling her top off over her head. "Whoa there, girlie," I called out. "What the heck are you doing?"

"I don't want any more grass stains on my clothes. Besides it's not like anyone can see."

I handed her her drink, took a couple of pulls on mine and then started walking out onto the lawn.

"Excuse me, Mr. Champ, but you forgot something." Laura pointed to my clothes. "You want grass stains on your stuff too?" Laura finished stripping completely and waited for me. I felt a bit funny being naked outside, but I figured I'd look like a sissy if she stripped and I didn't.

We started in again, definitely at a slower pace than the first round. Again I relied on my weight and strength. Once again Laura sure wasn't making it easy.

A couple of minutes into the match Laura somehow cleverly maneuvered herself so she was lying on top of me, facing my feet. It wasn't the kind of position where she might pin me or anything.

Well her glorious ass and succulent pussy were right in my face and I figured I had a way of taking her mind off the match and maybe getting it over. So I start licking her pussy. Man was she wet, so I knew she was hot.

"Mmmmmmm. I'm not so sure that's allowed when you're wrestling," she purred, clearly enjoying it.

"Nothing against our rules," I said between slurps.

"Two can play that game then!" Laura proceeded to start tit-fucking me since she was perfectly positioned for it.

Damn it felt good but I knew she'd turned my advantage around because Laura was more than likely to get me to cum first, especially working me with her tits. Before I could do anything to stop it she got me exploding and she took me in her mouth just as I came.

My head's between her thighs and she gave me a good hard squeeze before she rolled off me and bounced to her feet.

"I got you now, stud," she boasted.

She charged me as I got to my feet, lifted me off the ground spreading me across her shoulders and did a few airplane spins. My head was spinning both from being twirled around and from the disbelief in her sudden burst of power. She dumped me on the grass, pounced on top of me and was straddling my chest pinning my wrists to the ground in hardly more time than it took me to type this. I was pushing up with all my might to keep from being pinned, but I was doing nothing against her.

She counted to ten and demanded that I give. There was nothing I could do, so I did.

She jumped back up to her feet again. "Now that's better!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up in victory. "I just feel super charged now!" She dropped her arms into a double biceps pose and I just about shit.

"Holy fuck, Laura. Look at the size of your arms. They're huge!" From where I was it sure as hell looked like her arms were bigger than mine. It didn't make sense.

"Just a little pump from the workout," she said. "Your mind is playing tricks on you because I just overpowered you. It's not like Popeye and a can of spinach. I can't just boom, suddenly get big muscles."

"How else would you explain suddenly winning like that?"

"Duh, remember shooting off in my mouth? Must have drained more than a load of cum."

Her logic seemed right. "Unfair!" I protested, half serious, half in fun.

"Unfair? Hardly! You started it licking my pussy. It's your own fault. But we still have to have the rubber match. Unless you're too afraid of me now to go at it again."

"Oh you'd just love it if I quit. No way, Laura. I'm recovered. You're going down."

I really did feel pretty good, but that didn't last for long. The third and final fall was pretty much of a rout for Laura. She seemed to be twice as strong as when she started out. I tried to be on the offensive, but I couldn't find any leverage. I couldn't move her. Instead she was shoving me all over the place. When I tried getting her in a hold, she'd just pry herself loose and giggle at how easy it was to free herself. I was getting frustrated at my inability to do anything to her.

"You're having about as much luck trying to wrestle me as you had trying to return my serve this morning," she mocked.

In hindsight I'm pretty sure that at that point Laura could have ended the match in less than a minute. But Laura, being the competitor she is, almost certainly wanted to make sure there'd be no claims afterwards that it had been a close contest.

She started to bring the match to me and soon the tables were reversed and I was completely on the defensive. She was unrelenting and god- awful strong. I resisted as hard as I could to keep from being so humiliated, but it wasn't doing much good.

Headlocks. Tackles. Head scissors. Arm bars. Body scissors. Cradles. Hip thrusts. She put me through the ringer. Rather than go for the win she just kept pouring it on to wear me down more and more.

After at least ten more minutes of torture she yanked me up off the grass. I could see the delight in her eyes as she saw my defenselessness. "I don't think you're up for any more, sweetie," she said proudly.

We stood eye to eye for a second, Laura staring me down as she held me up. I tried to push myself away from her. She suddenly wrapped her arms around me and lifted me off my feet in a bear hug. My arms were trapped at my sides.

Laura arched back so my feet were dangling even further off the grass, grunted, and started to squeeze as hard as she could. I couldn't breathe and could feel nothing but blinding pressure engulfing my torso.

"Okay! Okay, Laura! That's it. You win. I GIVE!!" I gasped.

She shook me in her arms a few times for good measure, not saying a thing, not acknowledging my submission. She carried me across the deck and pushed me back against the sliding plate glass door. As she let go with her arms she pushed down on my shoulders, effortlessly forcing me to start sliding down against the glass. As my face slid level with her breasts she pushed forward towards me, trapping my head with her tits. She let go with her hands, resting them on her hips. As close as she was to me, the only part of her touching me was her boobs. And incredibly that was all she needed to support me standing. Lord knows I'd have slumped to the deck myself if she hadn't been holding me. I was washed out.

"Game, set, match," she said haughtily. "I think the king has been deposed and is now being shown his place." Then she burst into laugher, slapping me several times with her boobs. She stepped away and I slid down to the deck. "Dinner should be ready," she said, walking away.