Racquetball Class and Competition




It was my first day of Racquetball class and all of the students were sitting
on the court. We were going to learn the basic rules and start a tournament
right away. We only had a few weeks to finish and the class had been
overbooked.

All of the guys in the class were looking macho as usual and the women in the
class were trying to attract the guys. Typical college environment.

As the instructor for this section of the class was speaking, two late
arrivals entered the court and sat in the back. People starting snickering, so
the instructor stopped to introduce them.

One of the women was named Shelly, and she was the most muscular female I had
ever seen. I didn't know what to think - except for "Damn she's hot!" The
class just got interesting and exciting!

Shelly was a member of the track team competing in the womens shot. Her
shoulders were HUGE! Biceps, triceps, quads, calves, chest, breast - all of
them were simply massive. Oh, and she was extremely good looking. Her hair was
blond and long enough for her to wear in a pony tail. You could tell she liked
to wear it up because she could show off her massive shoulders. Nobody seemed
to mind - especially not me!

The instructor continued to describe the basics and the pairings for the class
tournament. There was a mix of men and women. Shelly and I were in opposite
brackets - we could meet in the final. And by the way, The winner of the
tournament did not have to take the final exam!

The next several class periods passed. I watched every match when I was not
competing. Everyone watched the matches with Shelly. She was dominating every
other competetor with her pure power. I especially liked to watch her matches
because you could see her muscles flex every time she moved.

As expected, Shelly and I met in the finals. Everyone else had the day off, we
were the only people in class this day. We had to play our final match to
determine the winner of the tournament. I walked on the court a few minutes
early and the instructor was above the court in the viewing area. I started to
warm up and hit the ball off the front wall. I heard Shelly enter the gym
giving herself a pep talk.

She entered the court and the instructor yelled down to us, "I am leaving a
video camera to tape the match. Come to my office when you are finished and
bring me this equipment and the results of the match. Good luck to both of
you."

Shelly yelled back in a joking manner, "No problem, I'll carry the equipment
and Bob back as soon as I kick his tail!" "Let's get started," I replied
forcefully - in a joking manner, of course.

We volley for the first serve. I had the ball so I started the game. We hit
the ball twice and then the match was on. I struck the ball really hard to
start. I wanted to win the serve. All of a sudden the ball came back in my
face and hit me in the head. I fell backward and started seeing stars! I was
stunned but stood up. I shook off the pain and tossed the ball to her, "Your
serve."

Shelly was mumbling something under her breath. I was watching the muscles in
her arm as she held the ball and completly missed her serve. I was getting so
hard being in the same room with her, I could not play. She screamed at me
saying, "Hey Bob! Get control of yourself for a few minutes and let's get this
match overwith. Then I'll show you what a female with all of these muscles can
really do."

What?! Did she really say that? "Hot Damn" - I was thinking to myself.

With the score at this point 3-0 in her favor, I had some work to do.

The match went on and we both played really well. It was 13-13 and the first
one to 15 won. All of a sudden she took off her shirt. Her sports bra was a
charcoal color and as tight as it could be. Her chest was puffed up and her
nipples were pointing straight out. I was so horny - I did not even see her
serve.

When I realized what she was doing I gathered myself quickly and dove for the
ball. I returned it low and won the point.

She was pissed.

My serve. I served a long flying ball that almost dropped near the back wall.
Shelly took off running for the ball and hit the wall hard and fell to the
ground. When I looked back, there was a crack in the wall where her shoulder
hit. I ran to her and heard her laughing. I slowly walked over and she grabbed
my arm and slammed me to the floor. "Help me up!" She demanded.

She stood up and said, "Let's go see the instructor and finish this later. "

Not wanting to upset this massive female, I agreed.

Walking to the instructors office, she grabbed me and threw me into the
women's locker room. Before I knew it, I had something over my head and there
were women talking all around me. They grabbed my hands and tied me to the
bench laying on my back. Shelly jumped on top of me a saying, "thanks girls -
see you in the gym later." They all left snickering. One said on her way out,
"don't hurt him too bad - he's kinda cute."

Shelly was sweating from our match and I could feel it dripping from her body
on to mine. I could feel her super hard muscles flexing with every move she
made. She said, "So you find me attractive, huh."

"Absolutely," I reply. "Your body is incredible, your face is gorgeous and you
are the ultimate woman. Will you allow me to see by removing this from my
head?"

"Yes. We wanted to suprise you and that was the best way. Do you like what you
see now?"

Very slowly, she started to remove her shirt again, rubbing very slowly on my
chest. I could not control myself and thrust my hips up pushing her up off the
bench.

"Now, now," she says. "One thing at a time. We should learn a little more
about each other first. "I demand respect - and will get it. Do you
understand?"

"Yes maam," I reply.

"Now, you have a choice. We can finish this now, or we can finish it at my
apartment. Either way, I win the tournament - right? You will win either way."
she said with a quirky smile.

"Absolutely, You win - only if we can finish it ourselves later."

"Agreed," she says. "Let's go to my place."

She jumped off of me and slowly started to put her shirt back on. She was
using this as a posing routine - flexing her muscles every chance she got to
show off. It was wonderful!

FINALLY, she let me up and we squared everything up with our instructor. She
won the tournament due to 'extenuating circumstances' and the instructor let
us both skip the final. Even better for me!

We left the instructors office and Shelly instructed me to follow her to her
apartment. I had my bike outside the gym and she ran. I could hardly keep up.
She was in better shape than I could imagine!

We arrived at this gated community. She punched in her code and we were in. A
pool house was on the left with an extensive weight room. "I'll show you those
tomorrow," she said.

Tomorrow, I thought. What in the &%*^ was I getting myself into.

We arrived at her apartment and she unlocked the door and walked in. As soon
as she crossed the threshold, her clothes came off! Shoes, socks, shirt,
shorts, everything came off!

I just stood there. Starring at her muscles. She had more muscle in her abs
than I had in my entire body. She started playing som music and then started
posing. Double Bi, Side Chest, quads, Abs, calfs - All of the poses were
blowing me away.

"Do you like what you see," she asked. I shook my head yes and just stood
there watching and drooling.

The next thing I know she is charging at me with incredible speed. Her quads
were flexing as she ran and I started to dodge. She was too fast and tackeled
me. We landed on the couch and she starts ripping my clothes off. I didn't
want her to stop but I put up some resistance to test her strength.

We ended up wrestling on the floor. I was scared because she was overpowering
everything I tried to do. "Sit there and shut up," she said.

She stood above me posing - flexing her favorite muscles - biceps, shoulders,
abs, quads. I was getting harder and harder with every flex.

"Let's make this interesting," she said. She reached down and picked me up.
She grabbed me as if I were a small sack of potatos. Throwing me around like
it was nothing. I was resisting with all of my might to no avail. She carried
me to her bedroom and slammed the door.

All of my fantasies were coming true. Blond woman, massive muscles, beautiful
face, great personality, sexy - overpowering me and carrying me into her
bedroom.

Oh yeah, I'm really glad I chose racquetball this semester!