My Magnificent Sally
By M.C.
Don’t piss off my girlfriend; it’s definitely not good for your health


I stood off to the side in one of the corners of our university's weight room
staring in complete shock while trying to come to terms with the amazing event
that I had just witnessed. For there, standing in the middle of the room was
Sally Jenkins, my girlfriend - all six feet-two inches and 230 muscular pounds
of her. She had her hands on her hips and was smiling with her long, beautiful
blond hair falling down over her large shoulders and halfway down her back.
Scattered all around her lying on the weight room floor were ten of the
biggest, strongest and toughest guys on our university's football team along
with three of their coaches; thirteen in all. Some of them were unconscious
while others were lying on their backs who, like me, were also trying to come
to terms with the amazing thing that had just happened. But unlike me, they
had all been battered and beaten up by just one single girl - Sally!

Overcome with awe, I walked over to where my awesome girlfriend was standing
and gave her a long, loving hug. "Oh Sally," I began, "you were magnificent;
totally awesome! You just beat up the roughest, toughest players on our
football team along with three of their coaches without even getting your
beautiful hair mussed. It's just as soft and as fluffy as it was before the
fight started."

"Why thank you Ricky. What a lovely thing to say," my powerful girlfriend said
as she playfully pinched my cheek. Sally then looked around at all the
battered and beaten athletes lying on the weight room floor and added with a
girlish giggle, "I don't think these bullies will be bothering you anymore
honey bunny; nor anybody else for that matter. I taught them a good lesson
today; tee, hee, hee."

"You sure did Sally, you sure did. Why did you also beat up the coaches?"

"Because I felt that as adults and their coaches they were just as responsible
for the way that their players were behaving as the players themselves, and,
as such, equally deserving of a good beating too. After all, I did warn them a
few days ago that the football players' bullying of the other students at our
university was getting way out of hand and if they didn't do something about
it and soon, then I would have to take matters into my own hands (then Sally
added with a smirk) or my fists as the case may be. But because they ignored
my warning, they also had a good beating coming to them."

"Didn't it hurt when some of them managed to land a punch on you Sally? I mean
these are big, strong, tough guys. But all you seemed to do was just laugh it
off."

"Well, I won't say that I didn't feel their punches Ricky; but no, none of
them had much effect on me. Did you see what happened when Big Ed (the
football team's six foot-five inch 275 pound offensive right tackle) hit me on
the chin? All he managed to do was hurt his hand. Poor thing. I just hope he
didn't break it." Sally then grinned, "I am a rather big and strong girl
honey, just in case you haven't noticed."

My amazing girlfriend took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It looks
like my work here is done. Let's go home now (Sally and I share an apartment
which is located just off the university campus) so we can get into bed and do
some serious cuddling." Then added with a giggle (Sally likes to giggle a
lot), "After all honey, there's nothing like beating up a bunch of big,
strong, macho football players to put a girl in a sexy mood; tee, hee, hee."
Hand-in-hand we stepped over the battered football players and their coaches
and left the weight room.

As Sally and I walked to our apartment, I couldn't get over what I had just
seen her do. I mean, how could I? I had just watched one single girl (albeit a
large and strong girl) easily beat up ten of the strongest and toughest guys
on our university's football team along with three of their coaches without
even getting her pretty hair mussed! In fact she even managed to fluff it up
and wink at me while the fight was still going on! Awesome doesn't even begin
to describe what I witnessed her do in the weight room.

Unable to keep it inside me, I had to tell her again just how amazing she was.
"Sally, as I said before, you were incredible! Totally awesome! I just loved
the way your beautiful hair was swishing around while you were beating up all
of those guys. And you even managed to fluff up your hair in the middle of the
fight and wink at me. It was just so, so erotic for me to watch."

Sally began to giggle again. "I know sweetie pie; tee, hee, hee (she pointed
down to the wet area in the front of my pants while she was giggling). That's
why I did it. Because I know how much you like seeing me do rough, tough
things and 'girlie' things at the same time." When we reached our apartment,
Sally bent down, cradled my 210 pounds in her powerful arms as if I was
nothing more than a small child and effortlessly carried me inside. She went
straight to the bedroom and plopped me down on our large king-sized bed.

"If you're not completely naked in thirty seconds I'm going to rip whatever
clothes you still have on completely off honey. You know how I feel when I get
horny (boy do I ever, and I have the scars to prove it)." Although Sally had
said this with mock seriousness, I wasn't about to test her and managed to
strip in time (but just in time) before my massive, muscular, powerful and
gorgeous naked girlfriend literally dove on top of me and began what would
turn out to be several hours of passionate and erotic sex. For as Sally
reminded me again during our orgy, "There's simply nothing like beating up a
bunch of big, strong, rough, tough, macho football players to put a girl in a
sexy mood."