FIONA
by Musclehead - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Lisa bounced up the stairs and into the bedroom where Fred was sprawled out on
the floor, taking an afternoon nap. When he was really tired from work and
then working out, he'd nap on the floor so he wouldn't sleep too long and then
be drowsy the rest of the day.

She plopped down onto his stomach, waking him up. Luckily, Fred was in great
shape, so a hundred and thirty pounds of female muscle landing on him
unannounced didn't hurt anything. Wiping his eyes, "What are you so excited
about, not that you're not pretty much always excited about something?"

Indeed, Lisa was full of non-stop energy and zest for life. She was a great
all-around athlete, excelling at everything she had tried since she was very
small, even before she had started grade school. In addition to all of her
sports, she started lifting weights when she was about ten and now at
twenty-two, that hundred and thirty pounds on her five-four physique was
stronger than the average two hundred pound man. And though she was a very
strong woman, Fred, at five eight and one seventy, was still the stronger of
the two.

"I'll tell you in a little while. Lick me first." He was in shorts and she had
been sunning her perfect body in a tiny little swimsuit so it wasn't hard for
her to get naked even as she pulled his shorts off. Showing off her gymnastics
ability, Lisa jumped forward from the foot of the bed, placing her hands on
the bed between his slightly spread legs, and flipped forward, arching her
strong back as she flew over him, landing squarely on his face. After he
brought her off for the first time that afternoon, showing her amazing
flexibility, she once again arched back and took him into her mouth while he
continued to pleasure her throbbing clitoris.

But she couldn't get enough leverage to please her man, so she pushed of from
her kneeling position and went into a handstand right above his pulsating
member. Fred exploded in seconds from both the tactile stimulus from her mouth
on his penis, but also from watching his amazing wife do handstand pushups
over his crotch to create the up and down movements.

Now it was time for some power fucking, and since he was on his back having
just woken up and she was so full of piss and vinegar, it was definitely Lisa
who was doing the fucking on this hot afternoon.

Both Lisa and Fred were in such great shape that heat didn't bother them.
Indeed, with a lot of muscle and not much body fat, the both had more problems
with cold. So they never used the air conditioning and with their energetic
fucking, both were soon quite sweaty, their finely tuned physiques making that
loud sucking sound as bodies rubbed against each other.

After they were finished with their afternoon delight, Lisa told him about
little Fiona. They had a trampoline set up in the back of their townhouse and
the neighborhood kids were often there, taking their turns bouncing on it.
Lisa was almost like a pied piper to them, as enthusiastic about playing as
every little kid around. All the girls wanted to be like her and all the boys
wanted to be as strong as her. Having a trampoline was just one more thing
that made Lisa the coolest adult around, and since she was a Phys. Ed. Teacher
and trainer, she could teach the kids how to do stuff.

They really liked Fred too, but at eight years older, he was a little more
mature and reserved, and though he too was a great athlete, the trampoline was
not his main thing. He was a great beach volleyball player, competitive in
spite of his somewhat short stature, due to his great leaping ability. He also
was a very good triathlete with great stamina. And he had wrestled in high
school. Indeed, he was always trying to get his hot young wife to wrestle
around with him, but for some inexplicable reason, that was the one sport she
shied away from, which was a shame, because she would have been a natural with
her athleticism, her strength and her aggressive personality.

Back to the trampoline. The kids mostly just bounced, the brave ones
occasionally doing front drops, but not much beyond that. Katherine was the
oldest one at nine, and she was a bit of a bully. She was somewhat big for her
age, really just chubby, and she would hog time on the tramp unless Lisa
intervened, which she had to do once in a while. Ironically, all Katherine did
was bounce, and rather clumsily. She was definitely not much of an athlete.

But what had happened on that afternoon was that a new girl had shown up. Her
name was Fiona and though she was five, she looked younger because of her
small stature. Lisa had told Katherine to get down after five minutes of
bouncing barely a foot off the canvas, and then she invited the new little
girl to try. After just a few minutes, she was bouncing a good three feet up
every time, in total control, a natural. When a person weighs only about forty
pounds, getting that kind of bounce was nothing short of amazing.

Lisa was delighted. She had found someone in the neighborhood who had as much
inate physical talent as she did. "You should have seen her, Fred. Just like
me when I was little."

Over the next couple of weeks, Lisa worked with Fiona and taught her the
basics. And then one hot Saturday afternoon, it was actually some of the other
children who told Katherine to get off so they could watch Fiona gracefully do
front drops, back drops and then a front roll, sort of a half of a flip. When
she was just doing straight up bounces, she was getting over five feet off the
mat sometimes.

The other children instinctively knew that Fiona was way better than them and
they really liked to watch. Well, almost all the others. Katherine was none
too happy. She fancied herself the leader and she was quite jealous. After
Fiona finished her turn, Katherine started to push her around, calling her
names and saying that she wasn't all that good like she thought she was.
Actually, Fiona was really quiet and never acted like she was special though
it was obvious that she was.

One thing led to another and soon, ninety pound Katherine had pushed little
Fiona onto the ground and was sitting on her. Fiona was crying and trying to
get free and Katherine was starting to do things like pinching her nose and
pulling her ears when Lisa showed up. She started to run towards them from a
couple hundred feet away when the most amazing thing happened. In her efforts
to try to get free, Fiona started bucking around and suddenly, she pushed with
her legs, arching her back and Katherine went flying. Fiona ran home crying
before Lisa could get to her.

Without even knowing it, little Fiona had shown herself to be a strong little
girl. Indeed what she had just done on a smaller scale was comparable to Lisa
being stronger than much bigger men. Lisa stopped by at Fiona's house to talk
to her parents. They had never met her before although Fiona had talked about
her. Mom was quite taken with her but Dad, a mousey nerd, didn't like the
effervescent Lisa one bit. Muttering under his breath, he exited the room,
allowing the ladies to talk.

Ashley, Fiona's Mom, gave her blessing for Lisa to train Fiona, which she was
willing to do for free, instead of her usual $50.00 per hour. She knew they
couldn't afford it, and she also sensed that little Fiona was one in a
million, having shown natural talent on the tramp and amazing strength when
she threw Katherine off her. When Lisa got home, Fred had just gotten out of
the shower, his muscular body still damp, his huge dick looking like maybe he
had pleasured himself while showering.

Tearing off her gym shorts and tank top, Lisa tackled him to the floor. "You
had your turn, now it's mine". Even though Fred was stronger than her, when
she was worked up, they seemed more evenly match and since she took him by
surprise, he hadn't had time to respond before he found her cleaning shaven
pussy pushing relentlessly down on his mouth as she cupped her nice round
breasts, pinching her nipples, wondering what Fiona would be like in ten or
more years.

In only a few weeks, the child prodigy did her first back flip and soon after
that she was doing flips, both front and back, with twists in them. Lisa
remembered back to when she was first learning to do some of these moves. She
would practice them when no one was around because she didn't want to be
embarrassed if she couldn't do something. She was lucky she never got hurt.
But she also remembered that she was eleven or twelve when she was doing moves
that Fiona was mastering at five.

One afternoon, when the children were all watching her perform, Katherine
showed up with her big brother, Tom, who was about eleven or twelve. Fiona
didn't like Katherine very much, and since she was shy and reserved and not
very confrontational, so she decided to go home. As she was getting ready to
leave, Tom came over to her. Lisa watched, ready to intervene if necessary,
but knowing that children need to settle their own differences so she held
back for a few moments.

All of a sudden, Tom grabbed Fiona in a head lock, causing her to bend forward
at the waist. As she struggled to get free, Fiona's hands went behind Tom's
knees and in a burst of power, she straightened up as she pushed hard on his
knees. Tom became airborne, flipping backwards over her, his hold broken. He
landed on his back as she once again ran home, crying. Lisa couldn't believe
what she had just seen, and little Fiona had no idea what she had just done.

Lisa stopped by to talk to Ashley, explaining that her daughter, in addition
to being athletically gifted, seemed to be unique when it came to strength
also. Just then Ted, Fiona's dad came in. Having overheard Lisa, he said
something stupid about girls shouldn't be strong and besides, they'd never be
as strong as men. "Daddy, I think Miss Lisa is stronger than you."

"Nonsense."

"Why don't you arm-wrestle with her."

"I don't think so."

"Oh, come on, Daddy. I want to see how strong you are. Pleeeeease?"

Not wanting to let his little girl down, Ted put his arm on the counter across
from Lisa as she moved her water bottle out of the way. "Ted, her arm is
bigger than yours, and more defined."

Little Fiona came over and put her hand on Lisa's rather pronounced bicep.
"Harder too, Daddy," she said as she reached over and touched his. Ashley said
go, but Ted had jumped the gun, and in a few seconds, Lisa's knuckles were
mere inches from the table. And that's where they stopped.

"Come on, Ted. Put me all the way down." He pushed and pushed, using every
ounce of energy he had, turning red in the face as Lisa turned her attention
back to her conversation, telling Ashley how extraordinary her daughter was.
After a few more minutes, Lisa turned back towards Ted. "Shall we call it a
draw?"

"No. Just a little while more. You'll have to tire out eventually."

"It looks like you're the one running out of energy." She smiled and then
squeezed his hand until he winced. Then in a flash, she brought their arms
back to neutral for a second and then slammed his arm down so fast that he
almost fell over. "Ted, I'm twice as strong as you," she whispered as Ashley
and Fiona clapped.

A little while later, Lisa and Fred were engaged in one of their favorite
activities, fucking like there's no tomorrow, when there was a quiet knock at
the door. Quickly getting dressed, really just throwing on some gym shorts and
a T-shirt, Lisa bounded down the stairs, recognizing that the rapping came
from the tiny little hand off Fiona. "Miss Lisa, I want to be just like you,
stronger than a boy, or man. Will you teach me?"

"It's not a matter of teaching, it's training, and natural gifts. I was always
a little stronger than other girls when I was little. And I did lots of sports
and climbed trees and ran and everything I could think of. And then I lifted
weights to get really strong, stronger than the boys, stronger than boys who
were bigger than me. I think that you have what it takes to get even stronger
than me some day."

"Can we start lifting weights together?"

"Not yet. You're too young. Your bones won't grow right if you start too
early. But we can do everything else I can think of. That will also make you
strong. You're already strong. I couldn't believe what you did to Katherine's
brother today."

"What did I do? All I know is that he had my head, and then I was running
home."

"You pushed on his legs so hard that he flipped up into the air. He had to
weigh more than a hundred pounds. That was pretty amazing."

"Wow, I didn't know I did that. Cool. I think I like being strong and I want
to get stronger."

Under Lisa's watchful eye, Fiona blossomed into an amazing all-around athlete,
fast, coordinated, flexible and strong, really strong. And while she did
everything you could possibly think of, her favorite was still the trampoline.
Fiona was doing awesome double and triple moves now with all kinds of twists,
etc. bouncing as high as fifteen feet above the canvas. Lisa knew that she
Fiona was way better on this apparatus than she had ever been.

When she turned ten, Lisa introduced Fiona to weight lifting, working on the
basics: Deadlifting, Squats and Bench press. Lisa knew how strong Fiona was,
but even she was astounded when on her first day, the hundred pounds Fiona
benched one thirty-five and squatted well over two hundred pounds. She took to
lifting like everything else she did and after three years, Fiona was a
hundred and thirty pounds of muscle, the same as Lisa, but on a shorter frame
at five-two. She wasn't as strong as Lisa yet, but pretty close. But her
favorite was still the tramp.

And then one day, a kid up the street went on the tramp when no one was
around. He fell off and got hurt. It wasn't bad or anything and the parents
weren't about to sue or anything like that, but it was decided that the tramp
should be locked up by putting chains across the canvas, diagonally, corner to
corner, when Lisa and or Fred weren't around. But no one had told Fiona about
it.

Lisa was late coming home from work and knew that Fiona would be waiting. When
she came around the corner to where the trampoline was to unlock it, there was
Fiona, doing all these flips and twists that a gymnast might do as part of a
floor routine, but instead of doing it as part of a "tumbling run", Fiona was
doing it in one spot, as if she was on a trampoline, going straight up,
flipping and twisting before coming straight back down, only to launch
straight up once again, so high that she could manage more than one flip
before landing. Lisa was sure that there was no one else in the world that
could do what she was doing at that moment.

Like most thirteen year old girls, Fiona liked to practically live in her
bathing suit during the summer, but unlike most girls her age, this one had
quite a bit of muscle. She was becoming well aware that her muscular body was
developing womanly contours and she liked showing it off with little bikinis.
She could attract a lot of attention when she was at the pool with her curvy
body and her trampoline technique translating very well on the diving board.

Things with her dad were becoming quite strained since she spent all her free
time with that woman who had beaten him in arm wrestling all those years ago.
And even though she wore bikinis at the pool, where her dad never went, she
always kept covered up at home, not wanting him to know that she had as much
muscle as his nemesis. And then one day, it came to a head.

Ashley had no problems with her daughter flaunting her body. Indeed in the
last several years she had started lifting too, and Lisa had quipped one day
that there was no doubt where Fiona had gotten her genes from. So when Ashley
took Fiona out to buy a new suit and Fiona came out of the dressing room at
the store with a bikini, that a lot of heads turned. While her suit wasn't a
thong, it might as well have been, covering barely half of Fiona's muscular
ass. She didn't have a lot of breast yet, but she did have well developed pecs
from benching almost double her body weight at this point.

So, time to clear the air. Ted was in the kitchen making a sandwich when Fiona
came down in her new suit. "Where the hell do you think you're going dressed
like that?"

"To the pool."

"The hell you are. And where'd you get those muscles? Hanging out with that
awful woman, I'll bet." He turned to Ashley. "I told you this would come to no
good." Looking back at Fiona, he yelled, "Now you get that pumped up ass back
up to your room and put on something more decent. No daughter of mine is going
to dress like a slut."

Even though Fiona was developing into one amazing teenager, she still had that
quiet, non-confrontational personality. So she turned to her dad and said in a
very quiet voice, "Please, Daddy. I'm going to the pool in this suit. I've
worked very hard on this body and I'm proud of it. Now please get out of my
way."

Furious, he charged at her. In about two seconds, she was holding his hundred
and forty-five pounds over her shoulders. She walked over to the couch, turned
around and dumped him behind her, then picked up her towel and water bottle
and was gone.

Ashley and Ted had had a sexless marriage for several years due to the fact
that he had become impotent and that she was no longer attracted to his pale
skinny body, as if she ever was. They slept in separate rooms. So when he
started yelling at her about how she should have never let Fiona hang out with
Lisa, he was totally shocked when Ashley took off her cover-up and showed him
what weight training can do to a forty-five year old woman. He hadn't seen her
body in several years and it was quite obvious that her curvy buff physique
was stronger than his soft body. At five seven, she actually outweighed him by
five pounds.

A little while later, Fiona startled both herself and her parents when she
came back to retrieve her forgotten lunch and found her mother and father in
the middle of the living room, her mom sitting on her dad's face, his puny
arms locked under her muscular legs, her head lolled back, pinching her
nipples and cupping her ample breasts while she had an earth shattering
orgasm, revelling in her female dominance. Ted's dick stood at attention as he
shot quite a bit of backed up semen in the air. Clearly no longer impotent, it
seemed that Ted liked strong women after all.

Later, when Ashley joined Fiona at the pool, "Mom, what were you and Daddy
doing when I came back for my lunch?"

"This is awkward."

"Were you making him lick your pussy?" Ashley didn't respond. "You know, Mom,
I'm still pretty naive, but I've seen things on the internet. I think that's
what you were doing. I think he liked you doing it too, because he came, a
lot."

"You know what it is when a man is ejaculating? What else have you seen on the
internet?"

"Well, one thing is obvious, Miss Lisa and I are living proof that women, and
even younger girls like myself can get pretty damn strong. We're both way
stronger than the average guy, even some strong guys. I think you're pretty
close to being as strong or stronger, at least stronger than a man your size
who doesn't work out, and obviously stronger than a wimp like Dad. So anyway,
these strong muscular women wrestle men and when the woman beats the man she
sometimes makes the loser do whatever she wants, like you did with Dad."

"You haven't done anything like that, have you?"

"No."

"Good. You're too young." She paused, not sure if she wanted to know the
answer to the next question. "What I meant wasn't have you wrestled with a
guy? I'm not worried about that. But, I mean, um, you're not having sex yet,
are you?"

"No, but I want to. Wait. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I meant I
want to wrestle. And I don't want to do it with just an average guy. I want to
be able to beat a guy, who works out and is maybe thirty pounds more than me.
I want to be able to, as they say, mop the floor with some guy who actually
has muscles. And when I'm old enough, I want to be able to have sex
afterwards, the kind of sex that those women on the internet have."

"Does Lisa wrestle with her husband?"

"No, for some reason, I don't think she does. Who knows why? I think she'd
probably be really good at it. But, I think Mr. Fred wrestled when he was in
high school." Ashley suddenly laughed out loud. "What's so funny, Mom?"

"High School wrestling. I just had this vision of a high school match, people
in the bleachers, the two teams on either end of the mats with their coaches,
and after some strong girl pins a guy, she pulls her singlet aside and pushes
her crotch into her defeated opponent's face."

"Ha, ha. I don't think that'll ever happen. Anyway, I promise, I'll be a good
girl. No sex until I'm old enough."

A couple of days later, Fiona had an altercation with Tom, Katherine's older
brother. She had never really done anything like it before, but he was an
asshole and she felt he needed to learn a lesson. And no, he wasn't all buff
or anything, just big and he had actually been trying to bully her. He must
have been pretty stupid. She was wearing her new suit and was obviously very
jacked, but he must not have thought that that mattered. She really fucked him
up.

As she sat on his fat stomach looking at his bruised face, she knew that the
sensations she was feeling right at that moment were the sensations of an
adult body. She was so turned on that she really wanted to do what she had
seen her Mom and so many other muscle women on the internet do, but she got up
off him and went home.

Fiona decided to focus her energy on getting stronger and stronger. She knew
that Miss Lisa couldn't teach her wrestling because she herself wasn't
interested. Fiona had been taught so many different sports, etc. from Miss
Lisa, but she had also taught herself some, just from watching. That's how
amazing her natural athletic abilities were. So, she would just study videos
of wrestling and teach herself.

And then, a year later, Fiona got some bad news. She and her Mom were moving,
pretty far. Ted, Fiona's father was a thing of the past. He couldn't deal with
a wife who was stronger than him and could sexually abuse him whenever she
felt like it. As for Fiona, she had made her point that day when she was still
only thirteen and shown him that she was much stronger. He didn't really want
to have anything to do with a daughter like that, and that was just fine with
her.

For the time being, Fiona's relationship with Lisa would be on Facebook and
through emails. Lisa got to see through photos, etc. her prot�g� become the
star athlete in every sport she participated in at her new school, from
gymnastics in the fall, to volleyball in the winter and beach volleyball
during the summer. In the spring, Fiona was a star track athlete, matching her
mentor's college achievements when she was still a freshman in high school.
Lisa could see that Fiona was getting more muscle as time went on, but what
she hadn't realized was that Fiona was now an inch taller than her, and though
Lisa had gained five more pounds of muscle over the last few years, Fiona had
gained twenty and now outweighed her teacher by fifteen.

Unbeknownst to Fiona, Fred had finally convinced Lisa to wrestle as foreplay
before sex. Lisa didn't share on that social media outlet, or any other, that
she and her husband wrestled before sex. Due to her all around athletic skills
she was able to be competitive with her husband that very first night. His
high school technique was a thing of the past, and though he was stronger than
her, and was a very good athlete, she had better quickness, coordination,
flexibility, etc. Finally his strength won out and they fell into some long
and energetic sex all night long. Over the next several months, his skills
from high school wrestling came back and Lisa kept right up with him. He
always won, but could never pin her, and she was pretty sure that with her
strength and athleticism and new found skills, she could probably beat any
woman and probably most men in her size and weight range.

Fiona had told Lisa that she was doing Crossfit, but didn't share some of the
amazing poundage she was lifting, not being the bragging sort. At this point,
even though Lisa was stronger than she had ever been, Fiona was a whole lot
stronger. And it wasn't just due to her size advantage. She was also more
powerful when compared pound for pound. And as great of an athlete as Lisa
was, Fiona was better. Lisa knew it was inevitable. At the age of five Fiona's
natural gifts had already evident. And Lisa had never been mentored the way
she had done for Fiona.

Now, it was four years later and Fiona had just finished her senior year. Most
of her athletic accomplishments eclipsed even the best of the boys plus she
was a straight A student. Her Mom asked her what she would like for a
graduation gift. "I want to go and see Miss Lisa and Mr. Fred, and some of my
old friends from the neighborhood." So, arrangements were made for Lisa and
Fred to meet her at the airport. Fiona, as usual, didn't want to attract
attention, so she had on a loose fitting long sleeve shirt as she walked
through the airport, but she did wear her tight, short cutoffs. She seemed
oblivious as to how much attention her muscular legs were attracting.

When they got back to the house, Fiona asked if they could go to the community
pool where she used to hang out. Lisa gasped out loud as Fiona stripped down
to her bathing suit. Surprisingly, it was a one piece, but cut high on her
sleek hips, which meant that they came down across the top of those incredibly
muscular glutes. The suit was very sheer and tight and every perfectly
developed muscle was clearly visible underneath. It was astonishing how
something that seemed to cover her up actually revealed more.

At thirty four, Lisa was in her prime at an age when so many women were
heading downhill. And her physical beauty was every bit the equal of Fiona's.
But Fiona was bigger and had proportionally more muscle. By this point in
time, many of the people at the pool were somewhat used to female muscle since
they had seen Lisa there so often. And some of them remembered Fiona from
several years back. But no one was prepared for what they were seeing on this
hot June afternoon.

When she went off to the side and started doing her trampoline routine without
a tramp, she gathered quite a crowd. Lisa couldn't believe how high she got
and how many twists she was able to fit into her flips. This was a woman whose
physical superiority was so amazing that one might think she was from another
species, a highly evolved one. Later, as they lay in the sun, Lisa told Fiona
how she and Fred had started wrestling before sex.

"Wow. Back when I used to live here, I walked in on my mom and dad one day
when she had wrestled him to the floor and then was sitting on his face,
making him lick her pussy. I think that's why he left. Couldn't take it."

"So, did that make you want to do it after you saw them?"

"No. Because my mom told me I was too young, not for the wrestling, but for
the other stuff. And then a few days later, Tom, remember him?" Lisa nodded
her head. "Well, he was bullying me so I beat the crap out of him, pretty
easily also. I was so turned on and I was about to do that to him, but my mom
had said no. I haven't wrestled at all since then. I've been concentrating on
other things. But I've watched, and you know how easily I pick things up just
from watching and then trying them. Plus, I'm old enough now for what may
follow."

Lisa sat quietly for a moment, wondering if she should ask. "Oh, what the
hell," she thought. "Why Not?" She took a deep breath, not sure why she felt
so apprehensive. "Fiona, would you wrestle with me?"

"That would be so cool. But, would it be weird if we got turned on?"

"You've already done that to me. Your body is so perfect, all that muscle and
those curves. Your breasts have really taken off since last time I saw you."

The somewhat na�ve Fiona was clearly puzzled. "Are you a lesbian? I mean, how
can you be? You're married."

"No, I'm not a lesbian, but I'm can't help but be attracted to your
perfection. And we have a bond that does back a long time. I mostly wanted to
see how my best pupil would do in yet another sport."

"Well, Miss Lisa, you've been the biggest influence in my life. I always
wanted to have a body like yours, so strong so functional, and also so
beautiful." Fiona stopped talking for a moment. She had always been so quiet.
That was just her way. Consequently she never really expressed her feelings.
"I would like to wrestle you, but I'd like to try out with a guy first and not
some fat loser like Tom, a real athlete with some muscle."

Fiona lay back and Lisa remained up on one elbow, looking beyond Fiona's
powerful torso, perusing the crowd for a potential partner. As she looked
around, she absentmindedly reached out and started to run her hand up and down
Fiona's ridges of abs. Fiona did not resist. Eventually, Lisa's hand slipped
under the shear material and watched in amazement as Fiona had a quiet orgasm,
every muscle in her body seeming to fill out even more as she climaxed. And
then, ... ... ... . "There. He has some muscle, not as much as you, but he's
bigger. Nice body, and kinda cute too."

Lisa jumped up and started walking towards the guy. Before Fiona could react,
Lisa called over her shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll arrange everything." A
little while later she came trotting back.

"What did he say?"

"He said he would wrestle you, but not here. There's a clearing over in those
woods. By the way, he's kind of an arrogant jerk."

"How'd you get him to agree?"

"I told him you'd suck his dick and that he could fuck you if he beat you."

"You what? What if I lose?"

"Don't lose. I told him he looked strong, and he said he could bench
two-twenty-five and that that was really good for a hundred and seventy-five
pound guy. But if I remember correctly, you were close to that when you were
thirteen. I presume you do more now."

A smile crossed. "Yes, more than that. But it's a means to an end, so it
really doesn't matter how much."

"A means to what end?"

"To become superhuman and to crush him like a grape."

"Wow, so aggressive. That's not like you."

"Well you said he's an arrogant jerk. I don't like arrogant jerks."

A little while later, Fiona and Lance were facing off in the secluded
clearing. While he was pretty muscular, when they were next to each other, it
was clear that she was more so, especially her thick legs, but her arms also.
And her partially covered torso was so much more detailed. Indeed it had to be
assumed that the only reason he weighed more was because he was taller.

Lisa had lingered back to tell some of the girls around the pool that Lisa had
mentored over the years about the upcoming match in the meadow. They had been
admiring Fiona from a distance, and after Lance and Fiona headed to the
clearing, Lisa gathered her girls to follow. Lance may have wanted privacy,
but he sure wasn't going to get it. Lisa and her young friends, most of them
pretty athletic themselves, arrived in the meadow just as the action was about
to begin.

Lance made the first move, catching Fiona's arm and spinning her somewhat so
that he was able to get behind her. As he quickly got her into a full nelson,
he taunted her. "I know you're strong and muscular for a girl, but you're up
against a real man. I didn't tell your MILF friend that I have lots of
wrestling experience. Get ready to have me shove my dick into your mouth and
then fuck you up that muscular ass of yours, bitch."

The next ten seconds or so had to be seen to be believed. Fiona crouched ever
so slightly and then rocketed up in the air, breaking Lances hold. She flipped
backwards over Lance, landing directly behind him. In an instant, her right
leg snaked around his, as her left arm reached across his back to the right,
and then forward and over his chest. With explosive power, she pulled his
upper body back to the left across her muscular hip. Falling back onto the
ground with him on top of her, with lightning quickness, she reached forward
with her right hand, grabbing his left ankle and yanking it up and across his
body as her left leg secured his left arm.

Then she closed her eyes and poured on the pressure. Lance screamed in agony
for only a second or two and then Fiona released her hold and pushed him off
before kipping to her feet. Looking around at the audience that she didn't
know was there until they started cheering and clapping, begging for more, she
decided to comply. Grabbing him by an arm, she lifted him to his feet and
then, putting her other arm down on his thigh, she lifted him over her head
easily and the back down to her chest. Dropping suddenly to one knee, she
slammed him down across her thigh right in the middle of his back, then pushed
down to make it more painful.

Without letting go, she stood back up with Lance across her chest, then
jumped, twisted and slammed him down. It seemed that her twist increased the
speed with which she was throwing him down with her hundred and fifty-five
pounds of power. He was completely out of it at this point. Fiona pushed her
arms out straight, her awesome triceps exploding into view and crawled up
Lance's body, using only her arms, dragging her hard abs across his face. She
hovered for a second, then lifted at the waist before crashing those ridged
muscles down on his face. Continuing her journey up his outclassed body, she
planted her crotch on his face and rubbed her pussy back and forth on his nose
until he came hugely. She was soaked in sweat, her thick dark hair matted
across her pretty face as her mouth opened in breathless ecstasy.

Clearly she had forgotten that she had an audience and as she came down from
her sexual high, the voices around her startled her back to the present. She
smiled humbly and headed back towards the pool. Lisa knew instantly that if
she wrestled with her prot�g� she would have no chance, even with all her
experience.

Later, back at Lisa and Fred's house, "'I'm surprised you used his face like
that with all those girls, and me, watching."

"I couldn't help myself. At least we were in that hidden meadow so only your
girls saw it."

"And let me tell you, even though none of those girls are at your level,
they're all really good athletes and several of them are stronger than their
boyfriends, although most of the boyfriends don't know it, or would never
admit it. When you left, they all started talking about making their guys eat
them. And I'm really glad I got the chance to show all those girls what you
could do. I was sure you'd win. I just didn't think it would be so easy ...
..or fast. Anyway, I think you inspired them all."

"Sorry I left so quickly, I was a little embarrassed. Is he alright?"

"There's no need to be embarrassed. All those girls loved what you did. And
he's fine."

"Oh, that's good. I just wanted to take his ego down a notch or two while
testing myself. I didn't want to hurt him." After a short pause. "Can I go
take a shower?"

"Sure. And you know where the guest room is."

"Thanks."

An hour later, Lisa went up to check on Fiona but she wasn't in her room. She
checked around, finally going down to the basement where the workout rooms
were. The first area at the bottom of the stairs had the weights and stuff.
And then there was an adjoining space with wall to wall mats. This was where
Lisa and Fred wrestled. The door was closed, but Lisa could see in the light
underneath it coming from within.

Slowly opening it, there was Fiona on the other side of the room, on her
knees, her shins and feet on the mat as well. Her thighs rested on her lower
legs, her arms in repose as well with her hands folded on her lap. Fiona's
eyes were closed and she was deep in meditation. Even in this totally relaxed
state, her muscularity evident. Fiona was wearing a tiny, very frilly pink
thong and a very tight baby-doll top, also pink. Lisa got in the same
position, across the mat from her, but did not close her eyes, instead,
studying her most advanced student.

Lisa assumed that Fiona had found the quietest place in the house for her
meditation and indeed she had. But that was just part of it. After five or so
minutes, her eyes opened and in an almost imperceptible voice, Fiona said,
"Now you and me. Take off your clothes." Lisa stripped down to her bikini
which she still had on under her shorts and T-shirt. Lisa had become a very
skilled wrestler, and there was no getting away from her strength and muscles,
but before they even started, she felt small and completely outclassed.

And she was. Fiona was so much stronger than Lisa that every time she wanted
to do something, she did it. She overwhelmed Lisa every step of the way. But
this was not wrestling to win. Sure, Fiona was establishing total dominance
over Lisa, but this was very sensual. Lisa's suit was gone in minutes, and
Fiona's top, ripped to shreds. But she kept her tiny little pink panties on
because she got more turned on when she pulled them aside to make way for
Lisa's tongue than if she was just totally naked.

Fiona would pin Lisa to the mat so thoroughly that she couldn't move, and then
big firm breasts would rub against slightly smaller ones until Lisa was
squealing with delight. Fiona's pleasure was every bit equal to Lisa's, but
she had always been the quiet one, always. They would fondle each other and
then wrestle around some more, Fiona always controlling the action. And
whether it was Lisa licking Fiona's pussy, or the other way around, Fiona was
always physically in charge. It wasn't really wrestling, it was just Fiona
moving Lisa around in whatever way she chose. Lisa felt like a weak little
child in Fiona's hands.

Finally, Lisa was lying on top of Fiona, but only because Fiona was holding
her there. Fiona was on her back on the mat, and Lisa's back was on Fiona's
breasts and abs. Fiona massaged Lisa's nice firm tits while also holding her
arms immobile. Showing amazing flexibility, she was using one heel to rub
Lisa's pussy while her opposite leg was controlling both of Lisa's. Lisa was
all but swooning. "Show me all of your power, Fiona." Fiona carefully
grape-vined Lisa's legs and captured both of her arms at her sides while
moving her hands down to Lisa's crotch to play with her clitoris. Then almost
imperceptibly, Fiona started applying pressure. As strong as Lisa was, with
her world class conditioning, she seemed frail in comparison to the young
woman who slowly rendered her unconscious, but not before Lisa had one of the
most intense orgasms she had ever had.

The next day Fiona went to the pool again. Lisa and Fred were going to join
her a little later. There was a bunch of guys there who could have been clones
of Lance. He was not to be seen. They were all jocks who thought they were
something special and they didn't hesitate to use their muscle to bully other
people. Fiona stayed covered up for a little bit even wearing sunglasses, not
in the mood at the moment to have to readjust attitudes. There were some of
Lisa's girls around too.

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