Jennifer's Post Gym Workout By RipTite Jennifer uses some thugs to cool-down with after an intense workout. ========================================================================== WARNING: Sexually explicit content! ========================================================================== "Bye Jennifer. See you tomorrow." "See ya, Suzie" Jennifer waved to the receptionist as she walked out through the glass doors of the gym. The cold, fresh air hit her and she sighed a thankful sigh. Her body was aching from tip to toe, the past two hours had been the most intense workout she'd done for a while, but as always when she could feel the burning sensation in what must be every muscle in her body, she loved it. It reminded her of her first ever proper workout, when she was twelve. Ever since then it's been the best thrill in her life. Six years on, the iron she'd pumped for five days a week, fifty-two weeks a year had sculptured her into the eighteen year old hard-body she is now. Strawberry blonde with golden-blue eyes to match, her petite features made her a sight for any eyes, let alone sore ones. With a striking beauty, men were always ogling at her and her 5'2'' body of lean muscle. At 135 pounds, she wasn't a huge pulsating steroid pumping bodybuilder, but a beautiful, elegant natural bodybuilder. Walking to her car, she could feel her clothing tighter than when she went in, her body was still pumped, her usual 13 inch biceps stretching the fabric of her cropped T-shirt, she guessed they were probably about 14 inches right now. Her quads, normally 23 inches each, were rubbing against the denim of her jeans as though they must be 25 inches. As she continued walking, her small mouth smiled. "Hey! Steroid bitch!" The voice came from behind, Jennifer froze. A quick cold sweat rushed over her, this she could do without. She started to walk again. "Hey, muscle-bitch! I'm talking to you." Jennifer could hear the footsteps coming up behind, there was more than one. She quickened her pace as she turned the corner into the car park. She ran across the lot to her car, pressing the remote door lock button as she neared. Nothing happened, her car was having one of those days. She got the key in the lock and turned it, opening the door but before she could open it fully a hand appeared from behind and slammed the door shut. She dropped the bag and turned around slowly. In front of her stood four young men, all of them nearing the six foot mark. She leaned back against her car, her arms dropped to either side of her, limp, as the thoughts started to go through her head of what would happen next. "Ooh, a pretty one. Don't worry darlin', I'm sure those steroids will start working soon." Insulted, Jennifer spoke matter-of-factly, "I don't take steroids." "Well, it don't matter cos we er, see, we're still gonna show you what it's really like to be a man." With that, the leader grabbed his crotch, smiling. His disciples laughing along with him. He lifted the bottom of her shirt. "Belly-piercing too, huh? Nice touch." His hand fumbled over her hard abs as he went to slip his hand round her back, but Jennifer instinctively pushed him away. He fumbled backwards, his comrades having to stop him from falling, this girl was strong. He immediately got himself balanced and strode up to Jennifer, bending down a little he was right in her face. "Don't you ever do that again, you hear me!" He raised his voice and went to slap her across the face. Again instinctively Jennifer's right hand caught the leader's right hand as swung up. She threw his arm back, his body turning with the force. He turned back, Jennifer's arms up in self defence, but he was able to grab both her wrists and pin them either side of her on her car roof. This naturally pouted her chest as her body was forced to bend back with the contours of her car. The leader now lowered his face between her two, modest breasts. Jennifer put her head back in disgust. Just as the leader licked her throat, Jennifer took a deep breath and began to force her arms off the car body. Shocked, the leader stood up to full height and put all his strength into pinning her. Amazingly, as Jennifer's T-shirt sleeves stretched with her pumping biceps, the leader found himself out-powered as Jennifer forced her hands out in front of her. In a swift move, she reversed the grips on her wrists so she now held his. "Lads." The leader was struggling to talk, his effort put into trying to out-power this strong girl. "Hold... her!" The other three sprang into action. One grabbed one of Jennifer's arms, then another grabbed the other. Before she knew what was going on, she felt something hard hit her stomach. The shock interrupted her grip of the leader and she was flung to the ground. As the two hold her arms pinned them to the hard concrete, the third pinned her legs down, holding the front of her thighs down with all his weight. "Help!" Jennifer finally came to the senses she'd been lacking for the last few minutes and shouted but as soon as she had she felt a foot on her stomach. Looking up, she saw the leader with his foot on her, bend down and rest his elbow on his knee, as though she was his conquest, and he had been victorious. "Scream again, I'll cut out your tongue." With that the leader brought round his other arm from behind his back holding a flick-knife. He took his foot off from on top of her and knelt down beside her. He held the bottom of her cropped top and started to cut the fabric. He cut Jennifer's T-shirt up the middle and then put the knife away. Opening her shirt, he saw the full powerful upper body of this girl. "Whoa, no bra!" He exclaimed. "I'm impressed." This the leader didn't try to hide, as he ran his eyes over the lean, taught body. He stroked the defined abs as they sat to attention, packed in that tiny waist line. Her breasts sat modestly to attention too, sitting upon the defined pectoral muscles of her chest. "Mmmm, what I have planned you," the leader said under his breath. Enraged, Jennifer began to squirm. The leader stood up in shock as the body he looked at suddenly came alive, the muscles flexing in a display unlike anything he'd seen. "Whoa!" One of the lads exclaimed as his body was lifted. Normally only able to curl 95 pounds, Jennifer didn't know where this extra strength came from, but she didn't care as she lifted her right arm from the ground. The lad's grip slipped from Jennifer's wrist as he went crashing to the ground, Jennifer's arm, newly freed, went thundering up into the lads body. Something ripped, it was Jennifer's jeans as she literally flung the lad on her legs over her head. With her free arm, she grabbed the one remaining lad pinning her other arm down by the collar and pushed him away. Standing up, Jennifer's T-shirt hung open like a waist coat. The leader rushed up swinging his fist, Jennifer caught it and squeezed it, the leader yelped. With her free hand she grabbed his throat. "Scream again, I'll tear your throat out" she exclaimed in calm, young girl voice. Something had snapped inside her, she was furious and she already knew exactly what she was going to do. She couldn't stop herself. She crushed his hand, the bones cracked, her hand felling wet from some blood that escaped. She released the hand and grabbed his crotch. She could bench 165 pounds, so she figured in her current state of mind this lad wouldn't be too difficult. Keeping a grip on his throat, she lifted his body up. She could feel every muscle in her body put to work, the seems of her jean around her thighs ripped some more, the seems around the shoulders of her T-shirt came apart a little as she lifted the body over head, straightening her arms. She turned round to face her car, and she saw herself in the window reflection. Her T-shirt wide open, sticking to her body. Her entire upper body flexed, every muscle defined. Her arms bigger than ever holding a man above her. She smiled. Jennifer carried the man to the front of the car and threw him on the bonnet. "You like raping women, huh? You ever think what it feels like for us?" Jennifer put a hand on the man's stomach to hold him in place while she used her other hand to grab the top of the man's jeans and rip them off him. The bulge in the man's pants enraged her even more. She ripped off the pants, his member standing to attention, wet with pre-cum. The man was physically exhausted, Jennifer had only begun. She stepped back, slid her hands inside the buttoned crotch of her jeans and with a quick flex of her arms, pulled the top apart, buttons flying everywhere. She grabbed her knickers and ripped them from her body. She jumped onto the bonnet of her car, a foot either side of the man. Grabbing his collar with one hand, her vieny bicep flexed as she pulled him up, his back against the window, his legs spread on the bonnet. She knelt over him and forced herself down onto him. His large manhood touched her tight opening and she forced herself down. The man yelped as his member was viciously forced inside Jennifer, the muscles so evidently powerful and hard on her outside reflecting the power and tightness of her vagina on the inside. Jennifer thrust her tight arse out, and then back in again with ferocity. She continued, each time thrusting with as much power as she could, the bonnet bending under the combined weight of the man, her and the thrusting, like a hammer on a sheet of metal. She began to climax as one of the other lad's shook himself off. Realising what was taking place he came over to save his leader but as he came close, swinging his fist round Jennifer caught his wrist and directed his fist into the car. With her force, his wrist broke and he screamed. Another came from the other side with a plank wood. He hit Jennifer on the back, she fell forward onto the leader as he yelped some more. The lad dropped the wood, it had snapped in half from the impact. Jennifer looked at him and grabbed his collar, smashing him into the car. Holding both the lad's by their collars, the third still lying on the ground, Jennifer resumed her thrusting, and began to climax. As she climaxed she thrust down one last time, the screen cracked under the pressure as Jennifer knelt in a frozen wave of passion. Her entire body flexed, her hands gripped the throats of the two lads as she pulled up toward her, both of them grasping at her hands to try and release them, but by now she was too strong and they were too weak. Her arms pumped, the T-shirt ripping from shoulder to sleeve-end as she held the two lads like dumbbells. The orgasm passed, the two lads fell like stones onto the car, then slipped off onto the ground. The leader unconscious beneath her, Jennifer ran her fingers through her wet hair. "If only all cool-downs were that fun."