THE TRACK ATHLETE




As sports trainer, I get to meet many athletes from different countries in all
fields of athletics. Whether its soccer, hockey or even badminton, they are
all in need of specialized training. I recently had to work with a track and
field athlete from Russia who was a twenty year old female. I had no
information about her but that she was to stay at my home,(which I usually do)
and that she a up and coming star in her sport.

I was to pick her up at the airport and made a small sign with her name,
Natashia, seeing that neither one of knew what the other looked like. As the
people came off the plane I had a hunch that I had spotted her. You could tell
she was an athlete by her outfit and the way she carried herself. Plus the
fact that she was tall and seemed to be in good shape, although I couldn't
tell with her baggy warm up suit on. As I approached her the first thing I
noticed was that she was big! She was easily over six feet and must have
weighed a good two- twenty five. I felt dwarfed compared to her seeing that I
am only five feet nine and about one hundred and seventy-five pounds.

I told her who I was and she smiled down at me and shook my hand which
engulfed mine and her grip was strong which she held tight for what seemed to
be longer than needed. I helped her with her bags and we drove to my home and
showed her where she was going to stay for the next three months. Later I
fixed her a healthy lunch and told her to relax and do whatever since we would
actually start our training tomorrow. She asked if she could use the pool and
I told her to just make herself at home. She jumped up after lunch and changed
to go swimming. When she came out I was in total shock to see that she was not
fat as I had thought but rock solid, not like a bodybuilder, but just totally
solid. She ran to the pool and dove in creating a huge splash and swam and
played in the water as she were a child. I sat outside and watched her as she
did and she insisted I come in. I told her not today but she smiled and came
after me and got a hold on me and easily picked me up and tossed me in. I
tried to get away but for a woman her size she was amazingly fast and caught
up to me and wrestled me to the grass.

She held me down and asked how I possibly could be her trainer if she was so
much stronger than I. and I explained that it was not all strength but
technique. Then to her surprise, I reversed our position and wrestled her hard
and was able to get her into a hold she could not escape. Mind you it took all
my strength and vast wrestling knowledge. We wrestled like this for another
twenty minutes with me taking control and her getting very frustrated and
angry that I was able to handle her so easily. After we were done wrestling I
could tell she had found a new respect for me and admired me for my knowledge
in the many sports that I am involved with. We spoke about this at dinner and
she asked if I could teach her how to be a better wrestler, I agreed that if I
do it would only be in our spare time once she finished her daily training for
her shot-put.

Training consisted of weight training, cardio and speed moves for her
throwing. In the weight room I was amazed at how strong she was, Benching 350
lbs for rep and 1500lb for rep on the leg press and squatting over 500 lbs!
She was so strong and getting even stronger as our training continued. Also
her body was changing too, her solid look started to show more muscle and the
little bit of 'baby' fat seemed to melt away showing striations of muscle. And
as I had promised I taught her the art of wrestling. She would wear a spandex
top, sort of a muscle shirt and spandex pants as we worked out. She was a site
to behold because now she was not only extremely strong and powerful looking
but also very beautiful. After we worked on technique and classic wrestling
moves she would always want to wrestle me and we would with me usually wining
by a submission hold. But I must say, it was getting harder and harder as time
went on since she was getting stronger and quicker and that also she was a
quick learner in the art of wrestling. The day finally came that she did win
with her getting me in a full nelson and wrapping her strong legs around my
waist. She continued the pressure and in my ear she asked how it felt to
finally lose. As she crossed he ankles she pressed her heals into my crotch
and said it was killing her that she was losing to a man and that she never
loses to men. It was a turn on for her to dominate men using her strength and
size and when she did she would often force them to have sex with her. She
continued to dominate me with this hold and actually let me lose and wrestled
me more. With my weakened state I was no match for her new strength and
confidence. She put me in one hold after another, taunting me and she started
to kiss me as well, especially around my neck and mouth thrusting her tongue
deep into my mouth with such force, I felt as I was being ravaged by this
muscular beauty. I could tell she was really getting turned on as she
dominated me as she continued to kiss me and rub her body against mine. She
moaned as she did this and also started to rub her crotch against my thigh,
humping me and still controlling the wrestling match too. I begged her to stop
and reminded her that I was the teacher and she the student. She just licked
her lips and jerked her head back letting her hair fly from her face. Now she
was on a mission and I was to be her subject of desire, slowly using her
strength and leverage she moved me about and undressed me at will I fought
hard to escape, no use, I was naked within minutes. She worked her way on top
of me, with my back on the mat and intertwined her legs around mine in a
grapevine and slowly, with a smile on her face, straightened her legs out. The
pain was immense and I cried out in pain but she held tight with both my
wrists held firmly in her strong hand stretched over my head. Now you do as I
say or I will break you into two she whispered into my ear and the stuck her
tongue deep into it. But I fought hard and once again we wrestled but this
time she got me into a scissor around my waist and warned me again about the
pain I would receive. And pain it was as the air was forced from my lungs as
my stomach collapsed from her strong muscular legs that were almost twice the
size of mine. I pounded on her thighs but they were as hard as steel and she
just laughed at my feeble attempts, when it happened. She swung her arm and
slapped me hard across the face, I saw stars. She released me and pulled me to
my feet and slapped me again, and again. Come on she said, fight me, again she
slapped me, come on little man. She said that she wanted to really fight me
and not to hold back because that would make it only worse for me. I said I
would but that we need to have to wear gloves so as not to hurt each other or
worse, leave marks. I had a couple of sets of light weight boxing gloves and
laced them up the best we could. I was scared as we were getting ready with
her standing in front of me, what an opposing opponent. My knees were shaking
and I was thankful that she agreed to wear gloves, at least that way I would
have some protection. She let me put my shorts back on since I was sporting a
pretty good woody, hey she may be brutal and strong but still very attractive
and sexy too.

So we fought, and she could fight, she took a stance that showed me she was
all business as she shot out two left jabs and then a right, each connecting
and sending my head back. She slammed her gloves together and told me to
fight. And I came at her and threw some body shots but they had no effect.
Once again I charged her and threw two shots to the body and shot a solid
uppercut that sent her back and to my surprise knocked her out. It took a good
five minutes before she finally came two, but as she laid there a weird smile
ran across her face. She pulled me close and once again kissed me and this
time I kissed her back. She told me that as much as it turned her on to
dominate a man with her strength, it turned out that being dominated was a
greater turn on. She asked if I would help her up to her room and I complied
and lead her there. There she proceeded to undress and asked that I do the
same. I did. As we were both naked she stood in front of me and hugged me
telling me she was very impressed by my strength. Slowly she pushed me onto
the bed and got on top of me as I caressed her muscular body and started to
suck on her nipples. She cupped the back of my head and held me tight as I
reached around with my hands feeling her solid back and the hardness of the
back of her thighs. I was hard and huge and she reached down and slowly guided
me into her. Her breathing became hard and heavy and she reached down wrapping
her arm around my lower back and pulled me deeper into her. She pounded me
with her hard muscular solid body, making love to like I've never been before.
My hands explored her fine chiseled body as we wrapped around each other, my
tongue licking her shoulders and biceps, feeling the details of the solid
powerful body that I so adored now. She soon reached orgasm and I did as well
with her shuddering wildly as we clung to each other with all our strength.

Next she slowly climbed high onto my chest with her pussy only inches from my
face, her knees on either side of my head. Smiling she laid forward and cover
my face and I dove in tasting her, licking and sucking till we both fell
asleep. When we awoke we showered , and did the same all day, wrestling,
making love and then wrestling even more.