The Streaker
By Connor McCloud, khengiskhan@hotmail.com



It was 11:00 on a warm summer morning when my friend Steve ran into the front
door naked and straight into his room. Confused, but not really shocked,
knowing Steve and his unusual exploits, I shrugged my shoulders and continued
getting ready for another beautiful beach day. I was staying at the beach for
several weeks with some friends and we were having a great time, drinking,
eating, and getting into all kinds of trouble. We usually worked out in the
morning and then began destroying our bodies with booze and more booze. Our
morning workouts were a little something so we wouldn't feel so guilty, but
for me it wasn't working. I was trying desperately to stay in shape while
drinking daily and hitting my early thirties, and although not in great shape,
I was better than average. Steve was quiet that day, and never mentioned why
he was running around naked, and although I wanted to know, I didn't push the
issue.

The following morning I got up and decided to go for a run on the beach. After
stretching out and I jogged to the access area and was happy to see it was low
tide and a good time to run. I began running along and noticed that a few
hundred yards in front of me there was a woman running along who appeared to
be very attractive, at least from behind. I picked up my pace and grew closer
to her. She was wearing a yellow sports bra and biking shorts, and she looked
to be in great shape. I ran a little faster and was now only 50 feet behind
her, where I noticed what amazing shape this woman was in. Her brown hair was
a little past shoulder length, but her well developed upper body and shoulders
were not hidden. Her back was a perfect V, with well defined abs a tiny waist.
Her legs were very defined and muscular, which was more apparent as she plowed
through the beach sand. I tried to keep pace to get a better look, but the
woman began to run faster and I really could not keep up. A few moments later
she slowed down and finally stopped several hundred feet in front of me,
stretching and looking at me as I slowly jogged her way. As I got closer to
her, I noticed that she was strikingly attractive, but it was her rock hard
body that really grabbed your attention. She looked like Sandra Bullock, but
she was all muscle, not like a bodybuilder, but more a muscular fitness
athlete. She waved to me as I approached her and I jogged up to her.

"Good morning!", she said, " nice morning for a jog."

"I was jogging, you were running" I said, while panting and laughing.

"I was doing a quick 5 miles, nothing to difficult. I noticed you behind me
and decided to not let you catch me. It's just a little game I play to make
things more interesting. I knew you wouldn't catch me, you look more like a
short distance guy. You want to run some sprints with me? I was going to do a
couple, we could race. How about it? My names Stacy by the way" she said
smiling reaching her hand out.

"Okay, that sounds like fun Stacy, I'm Dan." This was great! She seemed so
friendly and fun, how could I say no? Stacy happily pointed out the marker
that we would sprint to and we started. The race was pretty much a joke. This
woman, who appeared to be in her late twenties, was lightning fast and
completely blew me away. She won three straight sprints by a good 10 yards,
and she was slowing down towards the end. It was incredible to watch her
sprint, the muscles in her legs flexed and contracted as she drove through the
sandy beach, and her muscular arms pumped as she ran, showing fairly big and
defined biceps and triceps. After the third sprint we stopped and I compared
my arms and legs to hers and realized that her legs were not only more
muscular, but just plain bigger. I really felt like a 20 pound weakling when I
also noticed that her arms were at least the same size as mine, but if nothing
else, they were more defined. She might have noticed my glances as she laughed
and patted my back.

"Don't worry about losing the sprints Danny, I have always beaten guys, it's
nothing new. In fact I beat guys at most physical things, even growing up. I
was a tomboy, you know, running against the guys, playing ball with the guys,
wrestling with the guys. I'm just stronger than most guys, not to mention I'm
very competitive and absolutely hate to lose" she laughed.

"You beat guys at wrestling? You mean when you were in elementary school?" I
asked.

"Not just then, but in junior high, even high school, but by then it was a
little secret, because the boys fragile ego couldn't handle losing to a girl.
Why are you so surprised, you never lost to a girl before?" she asked turning
towards me.

"You were beating guys at wrestling in high school? That's unbelievable. Were
they really trying? Don't get me wrong, you're in awesome shape, but guys are
basically stronger" I said, not realizing what a mistake I was making.

"Do you really believe what you are saying? I'll tell you this, I am
definitely stronger than most guys pound for pound, and even matched up
strength against strength I'm stronger. Take us for example, I think I'm
stronger than you. If you asked most people, they would say you are because
you are a guy, but that's just not accurate. Look at our bodies, we are about
the same size, and although you might weigh more, I'm more defined and
muscular. How about we find out?" she asked.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"I was thinking we could go to my place and test out my theory by competing in
a couple of strength tests. Unless you don't want to be embarrassed" she said
looking straight into my eyes smiling.

It sounded like a winning situation to me and I agreed faster than she could
change her mind. We walked together to her beach house which was relatively
close to where we were and right next to a beach access about 2 miles from my
house. Stacy was staying alone for the week, and was expecting company later
in the week. Her house was pleasantly decorated, and had a nice beach view. We
talked on the way back about what we were going to do, and several tests were
discussed. Stacy was adamant about wrestling, which I couldn't have been more
happy about, she was a touchdown for any guy. The guys will never believe this
one I thought. Stacy also wanted to arm and leg wrestle before we did anything
else.

We grabbed some water and she walked me into the living room which was open
and had plenty of room to fool around in, which is where I was hoping this
would go. Stacy had a slight change in demeanor from before and had grown more
serious, but I figured that would change quickly. Stacy explained to me what
leg wrestling was about, and showed me what we would do. Stacy and I laid on
our backs, facing each other, and wrapped our right legs around together, with
our right feet only touching the ground. Stacy explained that by pushing
outward with your right leg, you would flip the other person over. We got into
position, and wrapped our legs tightly together. We were both up on our elbows
looking at each other when Stacy said go. The pressure was equal at first as
we tested each others strength. I felt like I could win quickly and was trying
to stop thinking about sex, at least for a minute, to do this. I applied
pressure, but was getting no where, so I gave it full force, but didn't even
budge her. Stacy saw that I was trying hard and was almost waiting for this
moment. Stacy pushed forcefully with her leg and I couldn't stop the momentum
from flipping me on my side. This first test, unknown to me, was a sign of
things to come. Stacy had pretty easily won that contest, and after losing two
more times, I said I wanted to try something else. Stacy was happy she won,
but didn't seem surprised.

"So Danny whose legs are stronger?" she asked stretching and looking at me
legs.

"Well, you won that, but I don't know if your legs are really stronger, maybe
you are just better at that" I said, sounding like a sore loser. I told her
that the arm wrestling would be better for me, and we got into a laying
position to start.

We locked our right hands together and were getting ready to start, when I
recognized that these contests had become very serious, and we both had
stopped laughing and playing. Deep inside I knew that she had won the leg
strength, but I had a hard time admitting that, so I down played it. This arm
wrestling was important. Losing to Stacy at arm wrestling would be tough to
handle, it was such a "guy" thing to do and win. I kept thinking about how
many times I had arm wrestled with guys and the winner was always considered
physically stronger and dominant. Losing to this woman would be crush my ego,
my manhood, and I knew it.

With our faces so close it was hard not to look at Stacy, and she never looked
away, but kept her eyes focused on mine. The match started evenly like the
other match had, each of us feeling out the others strength, but the
difference was, psychologically, I had lost before we started. I looked down
at our arms, and the difference in our biceps was startling. My arm, although
a little larger, did not have the definition of Stacy's arm, and flexed like
this, her arm appeared to be the stronger one. I looked up into my opponent's
smiling face and knew it would be over soon. My arm was tiring, and slowly
Stacy was pushing my hand down. I tried desperately to hold my position, but
Stacy was to strong and she slowly lowered my hand to the floor. She held my
hand there for a few moments.

"So Danny, tell me, who's arm is stronger? Can you handle it or are you going
to make another excuse?" Stacy said, holding my hand to the floor. I was in
disbelief, but inside the answer was clear. This woman was stronger than me, I
really could not argue that, she had proven it twice now. I didn't like it,
but I couldn't ignore what had just happened. Maybe it wasn't the worst thing
in the world, but it was certainly a humbling experience.

"You win Stacy, you are stronger, as much as it kills me to admit it. I can't
believe how strong you are, I really thought I would win" I said trying to be
a gracious loser.

"I'm glad you can admit that Danny. You still want to wrestle or are you
scared? I'll try not to hurt you to badly" Stacy replied, letting my hand
free. I felt like I had nothing to lose, but could gain back a little respect
by winning and agreed to do so.

"How about a little wager Danny? You win, you get to have me, you know
sexually, and I know you want that. I win and you do something for me,
something that gets me off. What do you say?" she asked rubbing my arm.

"You got it Stacy, but you better not back out because I'm going all out to
win" I replied excitedly. It was what I was hoping for. Who cares if she's
stronger than me, no way she can beat me wrestling. Wrestling is all about
toughness, mental and physical. It's about dominating your adversary and
making them submit, I knew I could win, and my prize well worth fighting for.

We squared off in the middle of the room, facing each other on our knees. The
winner would get an amazing prize, at least I would, the loser would get
something else which was unclear at the moment. We decided that this would be
winner take all, and besides punching, biting, and stuff like that you could
do just about anything else. I felt slightly nervous, knowing that Stacy had
just taught me who the stronger person here was, and knowing that she was no
pushover. On our knees, we were exactly the same size, but like before,
Stacy's overall body was much harder and leaner than mine. The other aspect
that was bothering me was Stacy seemed damn tough and she didn't act like the
type of person who enjoyed losing.

We moved in and the match was on. We grappled at first, each of us feeling the
others power and balance by grabbing the other's shoulders and pushing. Stacy
was all muscle, and trying to get her off balance was nearly impossible, even
though I weighed at least 30 pounds more than she did. I tried to push her
over, but like I was a little boy, she threw me to the side, and I landed hard
on my ribcage. In this position, she rolled with me, and was suddenly sitting
on my chest, trying to get control of my flailing arms. She moved up higher
and landed heavy near my chin and her crotch was now nearly in my face. She
planted her knees securely against my head and squeezed them together, while
at the same time continuously trying to grab my arms. After several moments of
struggling, she was able to capture both wrists and pin them almost
effortlessly by her knees. I tried to buck with my body to get her off but she
held me tightly and I was unable to move, only weaken from struggling. In this
position she was able to watch me struggle which made the situation even
worse, and her domination even more obvious. Stacy held me there for several
minutes, and when it was obvious that I had conceded and stopped struggling,
she suddenly rolled to her side and straightened her legs out, locking her
ankles. Stacy had released my arms to do this and I punched her legs in an
effort to free myself, which had very little effect on her well muscled legs.
Stacy was now propped up on her elbow, and had moved her crotch even closer to
my face, and there was only about an inch of breathing room. Stacy used her
lean, powerful legs to slowly squeeze the life and energy from my body for
what seemed like hours, but it was probably more like 15 minutes. Stacy saw
that by moving her body even inches, she was able to almost completely shut
off my air supply, and she used this tactic to perfection. Stacy didn't say
much during this, but eventually she asked if I gave up.

"This is a tough spot for you sweety, I know how much it hurts you. It hurts
physically and mentally, and who knows which is harder on you. So, if you are
ready to give up, just tap on my leg, and I'll let you go, just remember our
deal. I won fair and square."

I really had no choice but to give up, this woman could have held me there
forever. Stacy had proven herself to be the stronger, tougher person by just
physically and mentally beaten the shit out of me. This was not easy for the
old ego and macho side to swallow, but I had to admit that she was the
physically superior person here. I tapped her leg, and Stacy immediately let
me go. What a relief it was to get those steel clamps from around my head. I
didn't move for a few minutes and then got up to see Stacy with a glass of
water sitting on the couch.

"OK, Danny a deal is a deal. Is there any question to who just won?" Stacy
asked.

"No. You are the strongest woman I have ever met, by far. I really can't
believe how much stronger you are than I am, it's hard to believe" I responded
trying to be a good loser.

"OK then Danny. Since I won, and you don't get to fuck me, I choose what I
want. Take off your clothes" Stacy said sternly. I didn't know where this was
going, but it didn't sound that bad. I felt inferior to her doing this by
revealing my soft body to her, while she sat there hard as a rock. I took all
my clothes off and stood before her naked.

"Now leave" Stacy ordered.

"What?" I said surprised.

"I want you to leave now, without your clothes Danny" she ordered again.

"You want me to leave here naked? That's crazy Stacy. You made your point, but
this is stupid. You want to go outside naked? Now? It's almost lunch time,
there's hundreds of people outside. Your nuts" I stammered reaching down for
my clothes and moving towards the door.

Stacy jumped up from the couch and tackled me, knocking me to the floor and
landing on my back. Before I knew what hit me, she began wrapping herself
around me like a snake crushing its prey. Stacy wrapped her arm tightly around
my neck, and although I tried with all my might to break her grip, her arm was
locked in tight like a vice. Stacy also wrapped her legs tightly around my
midsection and squeezed harder than she had before. I was in a helpless
position, and Stacy ordered me to stop struggling and reinforced her demands
by crushing me when I tried to escape her hold. The pain and humiliation was
now worse than before. I was naked on the floor with a beautiful woman
physically dominating and destroying me without even trying. Stacy had her
legs locked in tightly and even the slightest squeeze began to cause
unbelievable pain and discomfort. Her arms were locked in even tighter, and
with a flex of her bicep she was able to cut off the flow of blood to my
brain, rendering me unconscious. Our bodies were extremely close together, and
to my amazement I began to get aroused. Stacy noticed and began whispering in
my ear.

"Look who's getting excited. You like getting beat up by woman? Looks like it
Danny. Let's take a look at what has happened here. I have proven that I am
the stronger person here, physically and mentally. I have also showed you that
I am tougher than you, and easily able to control you. I could beat the shit
out of you honey, or simply keep you here with me for as long as I wanted. But
for now, I want you to jerk off for me. Do it now" Stacy ordered softly in my
ear. I had no choice but to do it. I was in so much pain and discomfort a tear
ran down my face and eventually hit Stacy's arm. "It's OK to cry Danny, your
pal Steve cried like a baby, but that's because I fucked him in the ass with a
dildo, which I'm not in the mood for right now. You're lucky. If hadn't
figured it out, it was your friend Steve that made this possible, you'll have
to thank him later."

Confused, humiliated, and beaten I finally had an orgasm. Stacy noticed, gave
me one last hard squeeze, and then let go.

"Now get out Danny. You can come back if you want to, I bet deep inside you
liked it didn't you. Tell Steve to come back with you" Stacy laughed as she
got up and opened the door. I got up without looking at her and ran out the
door.

It was around 11:30 am when I finally ran into my house. I had been seen by
countless people as I ran home naked. A streeker running down the beach. It
was the hardest thing I ever did. As I ran inside Steve was sitting at the
table reading the paper. He smiled, took a sip of his coffee, and looked down
at the paper shaking his head.

"Not much you won't do when your getting fucked by a woman with a strap on
Danny. Just think, she told me I was number 12, that makes you lucky 13."

Several weeks later, I saw a guy streeking down the street and wondered what
number he was.