Pulling muscles By Beta Man After my early morning run I liked to finish by the basketball courts. I'd usually be the only one there and I would shoot some hoops in solitude, until I score ten straight, at which point I'd be set up to tackle the day ahead. Of course one morning I arrive at the courts and there's somebody already shooting hoops. It's a young woman, so I give a small wave of acknowledgement and head down the other end of the court. The key to shooting successfully is to be focused, so I don't notice that she has made her way up to my end of the court, and is watching me shoot. Next ball, that I retrieve I turn and see her standing there, she's smiling and cute, very cute. She's tall and athletic, and judging by just how toned her legs and arms are she does sports. But I'm 47 and she can be no more than in her early twenties, so I'm wary of making myself look foolish by being anything other than respectful and polite. "Fancy a little competition?", she asks. "Are you hustling me young lady?", I reply. "Yeah Gramps, I've got my eye on your weekly pension", she says stepping up, and shooting a three pointer, "if I was hustling I would have missed". She walked to retrieve the ball. "Gramps huh? How old do you think I am?" "I'm assuming a hundred and four. I just thought you'd like a little competition till the people from the Home notice your AWOL and come find you" "Okay, young lady, what do you have in mind?" "Well first that you call me Charlene" "That's your name?" "Only when hustling pensioners. And maybe we could have a little one on one?" "I like your confidence, but in the spirit of candour, I should tell you I played basketball at college". "Was this before Hitler invaded Poland?" "Yes, that's what cut my career short. I had to go fight the Nazis" "Well on behalf of my generation and your grandkids generation, can I say thank you for your sacrifice". "Come on let's play ball. Shall we say first to fifteen?" "Sure. Do you want a head start? I'll give you seven points". "Young lady you need to learn the difference between confidence and impertinence, and I'm here to school you, both on and off court". "Well, looks like Gramps thinks he's got game. Are you still taking the seven points ?" I bounced the ball twice, smiled at her, and swish, straight in, "one nil to the old man". Charlene picked up the ball, dribbled a little and then attacked out wide, before swerving inside and catching me off balance, I over-reached and found myself falling and watching from the floor as she dunked. She couldn't have looked happier as she brought the ball back to me. I had been so enjoying the sight of her, and she was a sight, that I'd forgotten to get back up. "Do you need some sort of mobility assistance to get back on your feet?", she asked, reaching an arm to help me up. I took it and was surprised at just how easily she pulled me up, I virtually sprang to my feet. "Old man 1 young carer 1", she smiled. I took the ball and started to dribble towards the net, I was about to cut in when Charlene moved in and took the ball away from me. She turned towards me, a quick crossover, and she was driving towards the hoops. I thought I might block her, if she leapt, but instead I found myself falling back on contact as she dunked once more. "Was that a flop, to draw a foul?", she asked, looking a little concerned as I sat on the floor once more. "No, no, it was perfectly fair, I guess I was surprised at how...." I shrugged. I didn't want to claim she was being too physical, or just too strong, I just needed to match her. "Look sorry, maybe I'm a little over competitive, it's meant to be fun", she looked genuinely sorry. "Don't be silly, you've done nothing wrong, if anything I was going easy, I should show you the respect you deserve, and bring my game, I am competitive myself, so show me no mercy, and I'll show you none". I smiled and was rewarded with an even bigger smile back. "Wow now Gramps is going to show me what he's got, that's nice, do not let age wither you old man, but rage". Of course I didn't. Charlene beat me 15-2, and put me on my sorry ass a further four times. The final point was a fade away thrown from distance, that we both watched swish through the net. "Should have taken the seven points, it would have given the score a touch of respectability". Out of breath, I shrug, "Well you've made a happy man feel very old, I think your work is done here". Charlene smiled, "I feel a little bad, is there something I can do to restore the last remnants of your fading, elderly masculinity?" "No, I'm just going to go home, lie down and slowly expire". "You must be good at something. If you remember, let me know and we'll do that". "Well I thought I was good at basketball but that thought has withered on the vine". "Come on, I just out-muscled you, I'm pretty sure in a age appropriate setting you'd be hot stuff" "Out-muscled? I don't think I was out-muscled. I..." "We can go again if you want? I like you, I think it's nice that you're a good sport, so maybe don't fret about who is stronger". "Bring it, and don't hold back, because I'm going to get physical out there". She smiled at me. "You know you're going to lose, don't you? It's a shame you're so old, cos I've got some daddy issues that I could work through otherwise". She bit her lip. "How would they be worked through?", I asked, wanting not to sound too interested. "We play to five. If you get a point, then you get to take me over your knee and spank me for being a naughty girl trying to hustle old men, but if I score five unanswered points, you come back to my place, where I will fight, out-muscle and dominate you". "You've not out-muscled me", I replied losing sight of the bigger picture. She threw the ball to me, I decided to be direct and drove straight for the net. She simply stood her ground and I found myself bouncing off her and landing on my ass again. "Come on daddy, show me your strength", she teased. She chose the exact same move but instead she powered through me, and I found myself on the floor again. "Would you call that out-muscled then?", she was laughing at me. I spent the next five minutes trying to rough her up using every trick I knew, but embarassingly to no effect other than to amuse her. I lost 5-0. "So let's go back to my place. I have a mind to hurt you", she said. "Look I don't want to hurt you, but I'm not going to let you hurt me", I said trying to muster a more authoritative tone. "Good, Let's hope you're better on the wrestling mat than you are on the basketball court. And keep that tone in your voice, it's doing something for me". When we got to her place, she suggests I get ready while she gets changed. At this point I wasn't sure what to expect. I hope that I might out-wrestle her and get some of my dignity back. There's also a little part of me that was enjoying the thought of the physical intimacy of grappling such an attractive woman. Of course she then comes through wearing an outfit that accentuates her every curve, the tightest smallest pink shorts I've ever seen, and a white bikini top that enhances her proud , round bosom in such a way that I'm surprised I've not previously noticed just how magnificent it is. Suddenly I know I'm smitten. Worse so does she. "Don't get too distracted I'm here to hurt you. Let's fight". I try to man-handle her to the ground, but find myself being brushed aside and then picked up. She throws me down on to the mat, and follows through landing hard on my stomach. Before I know it I'm trapped in a reverse headscissors, and trying to stay conscious so that I might enjoy just how majestic her ass is, as it rises and falls with each painful squeeze. "Grab it and feel its' strength", she says reading my mind, though I don't know what else I would be thinking in that position. I obey her, and with both hands feel the strength and power she possesses with each squeeze. I'm definitely aroused. "Feel out muscled yet?", she laughs. Unthinkingly, I spank her across her right cheek. "Oh no daddy, you haven't earned that, and now I'm going to have to punish you", she starts squeezing harder, I scream an apology, but to no avail. She stands up above me looking at me lying pitifully below. She places her foot on my chest, and tells me to run my hands over her calf to appreciate how toned and muscular she is. I'm happy for the cessation of pain, and commit myself to muscle worship, only to find to my surprise that I am genuinely thrilled by the touch. Charlene can read my expression, and straddles my chest so that I can caress her thighs. She slides down over my face, and I can't help but kiss her powerful thighs. "You don't get their full power unless I squeeze", and with that she squeezes my head, and I feel the muscles swell on my lips, and I'm conflicted between the pain and the ecstasy, and it is in this state that I pass out. I awake to find that she has moved off my face, and is now holding me in a grapevine position. She lowers her breasts over my face and starts to smother me at the precise second that her legs spread mine apart, and again the pleasure and the hurting commence. I offer a muffled scream into her magnificent bosom. When I die, and at this point it feels like it may be soon, this is how I want to die. Instead I scream for three more minutes and pass out once more. When I come around, Charlene is dressed and has made me a cup of tea: "Sorry, I might have got carried away there", she says, "I did warn you I was competitive". "Well if I hadn't questioned that you'd out-muscled me..." I shrugged. She smiled, "so are you at the basketball courts most mornings?". "I will be now".