Susan4 by Tom Adams
Read the story. I'm not going to give away the surprise ending now.
Susan lays on an inclined bench and pushes with her legs as 250 pounds of metal rise behind her. She repeats this 10 times. She jumps off the bench and grasp a 250 pound barbell and rises on her toes ten times. Then dumbells for her arms and shoulders and stomach crunches to make the muscles in her hard, flat gut stand out.
She's nude and admires her body in the gym mirror. Susan does not want to appear muscle bound. Never! She seeks the perfect balance to attract men and help beat the shit out of female rivals. And she has achieved it. Her larger muscles are beautiful, but they do not bulge. The increased muscle in her chest makes her tits more firm, rise higher.
A college cheerleader. Blond hair, deep blue eyes. Tits that strain at her uniform. Very sexy. Very. Her recent work outs with weights have made her legs, with her tits a very close second, the sexiest thing on campus. It's the perfect amount of beautiful muscle in her calves and thighs. There is a sexual power to it. Men picture her legs wraped around them when they fuck. And Susan needs that extra power when she fights.
Steve attracted her from the moment she saw him. He's the star running back on the football team. He's also short for a football player, five-six. But he's solid muscle, power and speed. His legs are exceptionally strong. He doesn't just run around people. He runs through them.
His wife, Barbara is also exceptionally strong. She's on the women's power lifting team with huge, bulging muscles in her legs and arms. Susan knows she will have to fight Barbara to get Steve. If it's the controlled environment of a boxing or karate match, no problem. In a no holds barred cat fight, big problem. But Susan wants Steve. And she never gives up.
Susan starts flirting with Steve. Barbara notices but doesn't say anything. Sexy little cheerleaders have been attracted to Steve since early high school. She doesn't say anything, but she's very alert to the threat. This is not your ordinary "sexy little cheerleader". This is Susan. People warn her, but she pretends not to be concerned. If she has to, she'll just beat the shit out of her.
Eventually Susan lures Bob into the "walk in the woods" and "shows her body", which with the weight training and firm tits is a work of art. He can't resist, figures Barbara will never know he's "getting a little on the side" and fucks Susan for hours. He tells Susan she's the best he's ever had. But Susan already knows that.
Sex is one part of Susan's life, fighting is the other. And she wants to fight Barbara. At last, an opponent her height, 5-2. But that's not the reason. She likes a real challenge and a power lifter who out weighs her by fifty pounds, even at her own height, is a challenge. God, she wants to fight Barbara. Lays awake at night thinking about it.
It's a warm day. Susan is bent over a water cooler in a classroom building hallway.
"I need to talk to you, you little shit."
Susan has her back to the woman, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who she is.
She stands up at the water cooler, but doesn't turn around, yet.
"Barbara, what took you so long?"
She still hasn't turned around.
A pause.
This time, whispering in Susan's ear.
"I said I need to talk to you, you little shit. Let's go out on the campus, sit down under a tree and have a little chat."
Susan turns around and smiles at her next opponent without having to look up. Barbara is not smiling. She's red in the face and keeps clinching her fists.
"OK," says Susan.
Barbara and Susan sit down under a tree.
They both come to the point in a New York minute.
"Susan, have you been fucking Steve?"
"Yes, he tells me it's the best sex he's ever had."
Barbara is so enraged she can't speak. Susan is very calm, takes a deep breath to show off her tits and looks Barbara in the eye.
"Barbara, I live for two things, to fuck men and fight their women."
"But why us?" ask Barbara.
Susan smiles.
"Why anyone else?"
"When do we fight?" ask Barbara.
"Saturday afternoon."
"Where?"
"My gym, bare knuckles boxing. Normal boxing rules apply. And we fight nude."
"Bull shit," Susan. "I know you're an excellent boxer with a black belt in karate. Nude is fine But it's no holds barred or nothing."
"Anything you say," Barbara.
"Do you mind if I bring someone to watch?" ask Barbara.
"Who?"
"Steve."
Susan smiles again.
"Anything you say," Barbara.
"I want him to see my massive thighs wrapped around your chest, breaking every rib in your body."
Susan continues to smile as Barbara, still red faced, gets up and storms across the campus.
You stupid little fool. Ribs are not the only thing that can break. If you want Steve to see me whip your ass, fine. I always get the man I'm after and I always defeat the woman who's dumb enough to fight me. It will be the same this Saturday.
3:00pm Saturday. Just before the fight begins, Barbara issues a challenge.
"The winner gets to fuck Steve in the middle of the ring while the loser watches from the stands. Do you accept, Susan?"
This is stupid, Barbara. If you lose, you get hit with the double humiliation of losing and watching your husband fuck "the other woman." If I lose, I watch a man fuck his wife. Big deal.
Susan glances at Steve. He just shrugs his shoulders.
"Anything you say," Barbara.
Something weird is going on here.
A major understatement.
Susan takes off her robe to expose her "work of art" body. Barbara takes off her robe to expose.........a man. He's sort of ill equiped between the legs, but he's definitely a man.
"What the hell is going on here?" ask Susan.
"It's very simple," responds Barbara.
"Your small college doesn't do physicals on it's female weight lifters. The sport is too new on this campus. Steve is bi-sexual. And you never asked me my sex when we agreed to the fight. So, let's fight."
This time it's Susan who shrugs her shoulders.
"OK," Barbara. "Lets fight. Just one question. What's your real name?"
"Sam"
"OK," Sam. "Let's fight."
Sam (Barbara, whoever) had threatened to wrap his (her) powerful legs around Susan's chest and break her ribs. He never gets the chance. She finally has an opponent at eye level where her boxing and karate skills are now almost lethal.
She sends a series of blows to his nose and mouth and a vicious chop to his forehead. He staggers back, but suddenly lunges forward and grabs Susan in a bear hug. His arms are extremely powerful. Susan feels a stabbing pain in her spine, but not for long.
Susan sends a karate kick to his balls. He doubles over and she uses him as a punching bag. His face is a bloody mess. His body is covered with bruises and he's laying on the floor, unconscious.
Susan grabs her robe and heads for the door. Steve steps in front of her.
"Look, Sam's really a nice guy. He just gets upset when my sexual interest turn to someone other than him. You're not going to report him are you.?"
"I have no choice," replies Susan. "Everyone knows that men are the stronger sex. To let him continue to compete with women is unfair."
Steve looks at Sam's bloodied and bruised body and then back to Susan."
"Unfair to who?"
She smiles and walks out the door.