Sally, the Strongest Girl in the World: Part 2
by M.C.
The continuing adventures of my life with Sally, the world's strongest girl.


Ever since Sally's encounter with the Jock Club that afternoon (the now
defunct Jock Club I should add) her life, as well as my own, has changed.
Whereas the majority of the student body once considered her to be nothing
more than an eccentric, muscle- bound freak, she was now being treated with
the upmost respect...even awe. I suppose that's the natural reaction you'd
expect people to have after she used her incredible, 19 inch biceps to pound
the ten toughest guys in school into hamburger meat and then forced them all
to apologise to the students they'd been bullying. But both Sally and I were
totally unprepared for the abrupt change in the attitudes most of the people
now displayed towards her since she 'came out of the closet'.

Now, when the five-foot six inch, 220 pound musclegirl walks through the
halls, all the students stand to the side and let her pass; they even open up
doors for her. Strangely, they also do the same for me; even when Sally isn't
around. I guess it's a sign of the respect they have for my powerful
girlfriend. But the truth is that both Sally and I feel very uncomfortable
about all the fuss. Neither of us are used to being the center of attention,
nor do we crave it. Sally, despite her tremendous strength and awesome
physique, is still a 'shy little girl' at heart, and my one claim to fame is
being the third best player on the school's chess team (although I did beat
the second guy once).

Things were getting so out of hand that Sally decided it was necessary to
address the issue by making an announcement over the school's public address
system. "Nobody is to treat either Rick or myself any different than anybody
else," she said and added with a giggle,"and whoever does I'm going beat to a
pulp." After a few days things began returning to normal; then about a week
later...

"Sally Henderson?" the football coach asked as she and I were working out in
the weight room one afternoon (now that her secret was out, Sally preferred to
work out in the weight room at school rather than her basement as the
facilities here are far superior and there's a lot more weight for her to
lift).

"Yes Coach Brandon, what can I do for you?"

I stood off to the side and watched as the coach nervously approached the
mighty 17 year- old girl who had recently demolished some of his strongest
players."Ms. Henderson, I was just wondering...if...if you'd consider playing
on the football team next season."

"What? You mean you'd let a girl play on your team?"

"Sure. If she's good enough; why not?"

"And you think I'm good enough? I don't know anything about football Mr.
Brandon. All I know how to do is lift weights."

"Didn't you beat up the ten toughest guys in school just a few weeks ago?"
(Sally smiled and nodded her pretty head). "Well then, I think we could find a
place for you on the team; especially since Robert, Gary and Steve are
graduating and won't be around next year."

"Gee coach, I've never really thought about playing football before. What
position did you have in mind for me?"

He looked at Sally's awesome 19 inch biceps and her massive 26 inch thighs
(and I'm sure the fact that she was casually carrying on a conversation with
him while bench pressing 300 pounds didn't escape his attention either) and
said with a smile,"any position you like Ms. Henderson, any position you
like."

"In that case...I think I'd like to play running back and middle linebacker."

"Are you serious? You want to play on both offence *and* defence?"

"Sure, why not?" Sally giggled as she returned the barbell to it's stand,"that
way I'd get more exercise; tee, hee, hee."

Coach Brandon stared at Sally for a few moments, no doubt taking in her
muscular physique as well as recalling how easily this powerful girl had
battered his strongest players around just a few weeks earlier. The fact that
his teams have not posted a winning record in five years - they finished a
dismal 3-9 this past season - and that his job was on the line, probably also
weighed heavily on his mind."O.K. Ms. Henderson," he said after a lengthy
pause,"we have a deal." He reached over and shook her hand (I swear I saw the
large man grimace as he did so). "Pre-season tryouts begin at 9:00 a.m. on
August 15th. Ms. Henderson; and, if you make the team, our first game is a
month later."

"Thanks Coach, I'll be there; and you can call me Sally." As he left the
weight room, my incredibly strong girlfriend looked over at me and smiled. She
was still lying on the bench with her long, beautiful brown hair falling to
the floor."Honey, please be a dear and add twenty more pounds to this
barbell...your little girlfriend has to get in shape for the football season."

That summer was the most amazing of my life, at least so far. With Sally and I
now officially going steady, and my inhibitions about being with this
superstrong girl now a thing of the past, she and I shared a wonderful few
months together. Being a normal 17 year-old girl, Sally felt the urge for male
companionship; and being a normal 17 year-old guy, I felt likewise - for a
girl that is. Since she and I had been friends and neighbors for ten years,
who could we find to better satisfy our mutual desires than each other? And
satisfy them we did...just about every day. If Sally's father had any
reservations about this he wisely kept them to himself (See part one on this
story).

We worked out together, went to the beach together, partied together...and
even went shopping together. Yes I know it's boring, but when your girlfriend,
who now tips the scales at 225 pounds (she's adding muscle in preparation for
the football season) and is built like the Rock of Gabraltar, asks you to go
shopping with her, you go. Not that she'd hurt me or anything if I didn't, but
I like to play it safe and stay on her good side. Besides, with me Sally
prefers to use a carrot instead of a stick. If you've ever been squeezed in
the powerful arms of beautiful musclewoman, had your face forced into her
massive, firm 42 inch breasts and been made to kiss and carress them while she
fondled your penis, you'd know what I'm talking about. No further incentives
were necessary. She wants to go shopping, we go shopping; case closed.

As the date for her football tryout approached, Sally intensified her workouts
- as if such a thing were possible. She was now lifting weights over four
hours a day in addition to running 8-10 miles (I could usually keep up with
her for the first four or five). At her last measurement Sally's biceps
reached nearly twenty inches and her thighs twenty-eight! "Why not give this
football thing my best shot honey?" she answered when I asked her if she
wasn't going a little bit overboard in the training department,"who knows
where this might lead?"

"You're thinking a university football scholarship Sally?...or the NFL?"

She met my rhetorical questions with a beautiful smile - a weapon every bit as
effective against me as her fists had been against the Jock Club. "Haven't you
ever heard the saying 'never underestimate the power of a woman', Rick?" Of
course I had, it's Sally's favorite saying. I must have heard it at least a
dozen times since we started going together; every time I've underestimated
her and she's proven me wrong. Like the day before yesterday. We were jogging
around the track and she saw some athletes running up and down the stands.
"That looks like fun," she said,"let's try it Rick." We ran up and down ten
times together, then I got tired. "Oh Ricky, you're such a wimp; tee, hee.
Here, climb on my back for the next ten."

"What? You're crazy Sally! There must be thirty rows up to the top."

"Actually, there are only twenty-seven. So, are you going to get on my back,
or do you want me to give you a good spanking when we home." Although Sally
likes to tease me about giving me a spanking when I'm *bad*, she's never
actually done it. Whether she ever would is not something I was willing to
risk that day; so I walked behind her and climbed onto her massive back."Hold
on tight sweetie pie, I wouldn't want you to fall off and hurt yourself." I
put my arms around her neck and held on tightly. My legs were pressing around
her rock-solid waist. "O.K. honey, here we go!"

Sally began to climb up the stands, totally oblivious to my 190 pounds
clinging onto her back. When reached the top (she was right, there were only
twenty-seven rows) Sally immediately turned around and began her
descent."That's one," she laughed when we got to the bottom. Back up she went,
and down; and up and down. I noticed practically all of the other athletes had
stopped what they were doing and began to watch. Some were smiling, most
however just stood in awe. It must have been an amazing sight to witness -
this incredible girl walking up and down the steep stands supporting a
six-foot, two inch, 190 pound guy on her back.

Only when the count got to eight did Sally begin show signs of fatigue. She
was starting to sweat and her breathing became heavier. But would she stop? No
way! "I can't stop now honey," she said and added with a laugh," then the
stands would think they won." So although she did slow her pace down, my
amazing girlfriend nevertheless climbed up and down the stands two more times.
When she finished, the crowd on onlookers gave her a very well deserved round
of applause."Next time it'll be your turn to carry me Ricky; tee, hee, hee."
Yea...right.

Well, the big day came and went; Sally's tryout for the high school football
team was a *smashing* success. I say 'smashing' because that's what she did to
the tacklers who tried to stop her; she smashed them, literally. More often
than not I watched (from the safe distance of the sidelines) my super
girlfriend send would-be tacklers flying. She probably sent more time helping
them to their feet then she did carrying the football; and she was no less
awesome on defence. Any ball carrier who managed to get past the line was sent
flat on his back by her. After awhile, Coach Brandon had to take Sally aside
and explain to her to 'go easy' on them; after all, 'it's just a tryout and
they are all on the same team'. "Oooopsie, I'm sorry coach," I overheard her
say,"I'll try to be more gentle with them from now on. I guess I sometimes get
a little bit too carried away; tee, hee, hee." Oh, did I neglect to mention?
Sally made the team as both the starting fullback and middle linebacker.

One Month Later: Sally's First Game

I sat behind my massive girlfriend and brushed her long, beautiful brown hair;
the irony wasn't lost on me. It was the first game of the new season and she
was about to make her debut as a football player for our high school team.
Coach Brandon managed to secure a small, private dressing room just for her. I
helped her put on her shoulder pads, knee pads and her uniform. But just
before I put on her helmet, she smiled at me and giggled," please brush my
hair Ricky."

"What does it matter Sally? Since you'll be playing on both offence and
defence, you'll be wearing a helmet for most of the game anyway. I doubt there
will be more than a few minutes where you'll have your helmet off. What
difference does it make how your hair looks? This is a football game after
all."

"Because I'm still a girl Rick...or have you forgotten?" She put her strong
left hand down into my pants and gently began to fondle my penis (I'm sure
glad Coach Brandon got us this private room). "And I'll always be a girl. Out
there (she motioned towards the football stadium) I may be a football player,
but in here I'm Sally, your girlfriend...dig?" I nodded. "Good, then please
give my pretty hair a brush-up before the game. There's a lot of people out
there (a capacity crowd of nearly 10,000 I would estimate) and I want to look
my best." So, ten minutes before the first game of the season, I was brushing
the hair of our team's starting fullback and middle linebacker...does life get
any weirder?

That night Sally was - and I hate to use this word over and over again but
there simply isn't another in my lexicon to describe how she was - AWESOME!!!
(perhaps incredible will do too, but I'd like to save that for another
occasion). On offence, she carried the ball twenty-five times, gained 230
yards and scored five touchdowns! Sally plowed through the opponent's defence
- often dragging several defenders along with her - as if they were nothing
more than a Pop Warner team, not a major high school with one of the best
defences in the city; and as middle linebacker she was no less...incredible
(smile).

Any runningback who broke through our defensive line up the middle was
flattened by the powerful girl. Tossing aside blockers with ease, Sally - now
weighing 230 pounds - literally slammed the ball carriers to the ground. She
also broke through their line and sacked the quarterback four times. A team
which had averaged over 300 yards in offence last season was held to a measly
120 tonight as we shallacked them 35 - 0! It was a spectacular debut for Sally
and would, no doubt, be in all the headlines of the newspapers tomorrow.
What's next? I thought to myself. A city title? A football scholarship to a
major university? After what I saw this amazing girl do tonight the sky's the
limit for her....but where does that leave me in the picture? Or am I still in
the picture at all?

After attending the obligatory after-game victory party, where Sally's
grateful teammates triumphantly carried her in on their shoulders, she and I
walked home."What's the matter honey-bunny?" she asked with a smile on her
beautiful face,"I noticed you seem rather quiet tonight?"

It took a long time for me to respond to her question, I was wrestling with
what I wanted to say. Finally I blurted out,"it's nothing Sally, just forget
it." But Sally is not one who takes 'no' for an answer. The powerful
five-foot, six inch, 230 pound muscular girl stopped in her tracks and grabbed
me firmly by the collar of my shirt; then she literally lifted me off the
ground. "Rick...what the hell is bothering you? Tell me NOW!"

"It's...it's that you just destroyed one of the best football teams in the
city Sally; virtually singlehandedly. If they couldn't stand up against you,
who can? And what am I to you? I mean really? I'm just the boy who lives
across the street. You're destined for greatness Sally; I saw that tonight.
Didn't you hear the way everybody was cheering for you during the game?
Sally!, Sally!, Sally! And the way your team carried you into the party on
their shoulders? I'm not sure I really fit into all of this; after all, I'm
just the third best player on the school's chess team."

Sally gently lowered me to the ground and released her grip on my shirt, then
she sighed. We continued to walk home in silence; she appeared to be deep in
thought. Finally, just as we approached her home, Sally turned to me and
said," Rick, if you didn't want me to fall in love with you, you should never
have come over to my house the day after I moved into the neighborhood and
volunteered to walk to school with me so there'd be at least one person I know
there. You should never have come over when I had the flu and kept me updated
as to what we were learning so I wouldn't fall too far behind the rest of the
class. If you didn't want me to fall in love with you, you should never have
bought me presents on my birthday or on Christmas, or given me cards on
Valentine's Day...

"You should never have stuck by me while practically everyone else thought I
was some sort of freak for lifting weights. True, you felt it was a little bit
strange too; but you never let that effect your relationship with me. Day in
and day out, you and I would walk to and from school together. When bullies
would bother you, I'd beat them up; and you took me to see movies. True, we
never call them *dates*, but let's face it Rick, that's what they were. If you
didn't want me to fall in love with you, then you should never have become the
best friend I ever had. But you are, and you always will be. So honey, whether
you like it or not, our fates are tied together. Wherever I go, you go.
Whatever I accomplish in my life, you'll be right there beside me to share it
with me. I'm a one guy girl Rick, and you're that guy...so deal with it!"

When we reached her home Sally smiled at me as she bent over. I felt her
strong right arm wrap around my ankles as I was being lifted up off the
sidewalk and placed over her shoulder. "Come honeybunch, let's celebrate our
team's first victory of the season...the first of many." My superstrong
girlfriend then carried me into her home and straight to her bedroom. We
*celebrated* the rest of that night and most of the day after...(wink).

I watched with a mixture of tremendous pride and awe as my superstrong
girlfriend almost singlehandedly demolished one football team after another
that season; the only word I can use to describe her is AWESOME! On offence,
Sally would use her powerful, five-foot six inch, 230 pound muscular body like
a bulldozer - literally plowing through the other team's defenses and
flattening would-be tacklers. No matter how big and strong a defender was, it
was rare when only a single guy managed to bring her down. And when one did,
Sally made a point of running at him again soon afterwards; often leaving him
on his back this time. "It's a 'female pride' thing," she giggled when I asked
her about it.

Often it took at least two defenders to stop her, and then only after she
dragged them forward for several yards. Sally was averaging over 250 yards
rushing and five touchdowns a game! Her stats would have been even more
impressive had she not insisted on sitting out for most of the forth quarter
after our victory was assured; she wanted to let some of the other players on
her team share in the limelight.

On defence Sally was no less awesome. Rare was the time when a running back
managed to get by her; nor could only one offensive lineman block her out of a
play. When one tried, he usually found himself on the grass. Showing her
sportswomanship though, Sally would help him to his feet after the play was
over and give him a playful pat on the rear end. The opposing teams soon
learned not to try and run straight up the middle against our super
linebacker, opting for sweeps around the sides instead. But with her
incredible speed, Sally was still usually able to get to the play anyway.

And pity the poor offensive linemen when my powerful girlfriend decided to
*blitz* (to charge in and try to sack the quarterback), something she
succeeded in doing around four times a game. Sally would push the large boys
aside as if they were small children; not 250 pound, muscular guys. Put
succinctly, the mighty brunette was a one-woman wrecking crew on the gridiron.

As our victories piled up, Sally's reputation grew. No longer just a
curiosity, my amazing girlfriend soon became a topic of national news.
Universities from all over the country were sending scouts and recruiters out
to watch her play; and even NFL teams were showing an interest. Anyone who
watched Sally in action couldn't help but be impressed by what they saw this
incredible girl do on the football field as she led our undefeated high school
team into the city championship game. As if to drive home her point, Sally ran
for 315 yards and scored six touchdowns as we cruised to a 42-14 victory.

But despite her success and newfound fame, Sally's personality remained
exactly the same as it had always been; and her relationship with me
unaltered. Every morning Sally insisted that she and I walk to school
together, every lunch period we sat down and ate together, and every afternoon
after her football practice we'd walk home together; then we'd do our homework
...together. But despite all of this, I still couldn't help feeling a little
bit insecure about our relationship. I mean, she's so amazing, so awesome;
what's her attraction to me?

"How many times do I have to explain it to you Rick ?" Sally asked with more
than a trace of exasperation in her voice after I mentioned to her she that
could date someone else if she wanted to."I'm a one guy girl and you're that
guy; and I don't give a damn if you are only the third best player on the high
school chess team." (Actually, through dilegence and hard work, I did improve
to became the school's second best chess player that year. The number one spot
was, however, out of my reach because Nancy Turner, one of Sally's best
friends, was way too good for me. Although I did manage to beat her a couple
of times when she came over for a visit...but only because she would play
without one of her castles).

Shortly after Sally and I began our final semester in high school she proved
to me once and for all just how dedicated a friend she was; and I realized
just how lucky I am to have her for a girlfriend. We were lying in her
backyard on the grass together one lazy Saturday afternoon when she turned to
me and casually said,"Oh by-the-way Ricky, I have some news which might be of
interest to you. You know that university that you said you'd very much like
to attend if you were accepted? Well it looks like we'll both be going there
in the Fall; me on a football scholarship and you on a scholastic one."

"Really? That's wonderful news Sally! I didn't think they'd accept me with
only a 3.5 grade point average. It's a very difficult university to get into."
But after thinking it over for a few moments a strange thought crept into my
head. "Wait a minute Sally, how did you know about this before I did?" Her
answer came in the form of a wink and a giggle...and then it hit me right
between the eyes."You mean you got me in Sally? You got them to take me?"

Sally put her powerful arms around me and forced my head into her large
breasts (we were lying naked at the time)."Like I told you many times before
sweetie pie, you and I are a team. Wherever I go, you go. If they want me to
play football for them, then they have to accept you too. If not, then I'm
sure there are many other schools that will be more than happy to have me on
their team. How many times have I already proven this to you? There are
advantages to having a strong friend...even if she's just a little girl."

The rest of that school year seemed to take on a dreamlike quality for me.
Sally followed up her smashing success on the gridiron with another athletic
endeavor. Coach Brandon, the football coach who first brought up the idea of
Sally playing on his team (see chapter two), also happened to be the wrestling
coach. Not surprisingly, he asked Sally to try her hand at wrestling too.
Because she weighs 230 pounds, Sally tried out for - and easily won - the
heavyweight position on the wrestling team; the *men's* wrestling team. She
defeated every opponent she faced on the mats - often with ridiculous ease -
and helped lead our school to yet another city championship.

But her *crowning* achievement (I know it's a bad pun but those were her
words) came when my beautiful five-foot six inch, super girlfriend was chosen
to be the queen of the senior prom. Coming only one day after she was named
the city high school 'athlete of the year', it capped what had been a
fantastic senior year for Sally; a year which began with her being considered
as nothing more than a 'musclebound freak' by practically all of the student
body. Oh, and did I mention that I finished sixth place in the city high
school chess championships (which Nancy won)? I guess I forgot, but you know
how much I hate to brag about myself (wink). So, all things considered, Sally
and I had a wonderful senior year in high school...a wonderful year indeed.

Summer vacation! Those words have a magical charm for probably every high
school student in the world. But our summer vacation would be a relatively
short one because Sally and I had to move up to the university in less than
two months - she had to get there early because of her pre-season football
practices which begin in mid-August. We decided to make the most of what
leasure time we did have together and spend a couple of weeks backpacking up
in the Sierra Nevada Mountains (a high and rugged range that runs for most of
the length of Eastern California). So shortly after school let out Sally and I
packed up our backpacks, got into my new used car - a graduation present from
my parents - and 'headed for the hills' so to speak.

We drove up to King's Canyon National Park where we took in some the
monsterous giant Sequoia trees in the Grant Grove before driving into the
canyon itself. Parking my car at Cedar Grove, we donned our backpacks and set
out on our trek into the high Sierras. We planned to hike along the famous
Pacific Crest Trail - a 2,000 mile trail that begins on the California-
Mexican border and goes all the way north to Canada - for a couple of weeks.
Being in pretty good shape, I managed to keep up with my superstrong
girlfriend for awhile. But after about two hours of hiking at her brisk pace I
began to tire.

"Rick, why can't you simply say,'I'm tired Sally, let's take a break for a
bit'?" she asked me after noticing that I was breathing hard and sweating.

"I...I don't want to hold you back Sally."

My mighty girlfriend came over to me and shook her head from side to side.
Then she took off her backpack - which weighed nearly 75 pounds - and helped
me remove mine; which was only around 40. Then she led me over to a large rock
where we sat down and drank some water. "Honey," she began in a soft measured
tone,"this is not a competition between us; I *never* want to compete against
you...in anything. We're here for one purpose and one purpose only, to enjoy
each other's company. So if you feel tired and need to rest, then please don't
be afraid to tell me; O.K.?"

She put her strong arms around me and we began to hug each other."You're the
last person on earth that I ever want to be in competition with Rick...dig?" I
nodded my head as we continued hugging. After a few more minutes of tender
embrace we rose to our feet. I helped her put her backpack on (god that
thing's heavy) and she helped me with mine; then we resumed hiking - although
I couldn't help but notice that Sally had slowed the pace down considerably.
When I mentioned this to her she smiled and said,"so we have more time to
appreciate the awesome beauty of this place honey." And so we did.

Around five in the afternoon we came upon a beautiful area near a small lake
and decided to make camp for the night. "Remember what that park ranger at
Cedar Grove told us Sally," I reminded her as we were setting up our tent,"
about that huge, fierce black bear that's been raiding campsites throughout
the area looking for food. He strongly recommended that we keep our food far
away from the tent."

"Oh I wouldn't worry too much about that sweetie pie," she replied calmly,"if
some mean old bear comes around here your strong, little girlfriend will
protect you (wink)."

"Sally, you may be strong - incredibly strong in fact - but we're talking
about a bear here, a very large and fierce bear according to the ranger. This
isn't the *Jock Club* (see part one of this series), this is a bear!"

"You worry way too much about things Rick, it's not healthy you know. Our
camp's set up now, so what say you and I go skinny dipping in the lake?"
Without waiting for my answer, Sally began to take off her clothes; revealing
her awesome, muscular body. She then smiled at me and flexed her huge biceps,
fully aware of what seeing her do that does to me. "See you in the lake
Ricky." Before I even began to undress, I saw her disappear into the clear,
cold water of the high mountain lake. About a minute later her head emerged.
"Come on in honey, the water's wonderful. A little nippy perhaps...but very
refreshing."

"Nippy? Nippy? Sally, the damn thing's freezing!" I yelled as I got in as far
as my thighs. The pristine mountain lakes in the High Sierra are fed directly
melting snow. This one, located on the Pacific Crest Trail, was probably at an
altitude of over 8,000 feet; in other words...it was indeed freezing!

"Oh don't be such a wimpy boy Rick," she giggled as she splashed me,"just jump
in all at once."

"I can't, I don't go into water that way." I saw Sally disappear under the
water again and felt an ominious sense of forbodeing as she began to swim
towards me. Suddenly I felt a strong hand grab each of my ankles and I was
literally lifted up in the air; she was holding up my 190 pounds by the
ankles! She then place a hand underneath each of my feet and I knew what was
comming next."Sally don't...please!"

"You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you honeybunch. This is for your own
good; tee, hee."

"Sally...don't!" Too late - not that she would have stopped anyway. I was
hurled fully 15 feet through the air and landed, head first, into the ice-cold
water (did I mention that there were certain *disadvantages* to having a
girlfriend with amazing strength too?). I stood up from the freezing, waist
high water where Sally had thrown me only to be immediately tackled by my
naked, giggling girlfriend and dunked again. She then lifted me up and tossed
me even further out into the lake.

"Here honey, if you're cold let my body warm you up." I felt her massive arms
wrap around me and I was squeezed into large, well formed breasts (well, don't
I deserve some consolation for having to go through all of this?). We stood in
the middle of the freezing lake hugging each other. As we did so, I noticed a
large, black form lumbering along the shore of the lake in the direction of
our campsite; the unmistakable form of a bear. "Sally...look!"

"Well, well," she said with surprising calmness,"it seems as if we have a
visitor, don't we?" Sally and I were approximately 50 feet from the shore,
then it was another 20 to our campsite while the bear was still about 100
yards away.

"Maybe we should wait here Sally, he probably just wants our food anyway."

"Of course he does honey...but he's not going to get it," she said as she
began making her way towards the shore."Those are our rations for the next two
weeks and I'll be damned if I'm going to let some bear ruin our vacation; I've
been looking forward to this for way too long."

"But...but what are you going to do about it Sally? That's a bear!"

"I'm glad to see that our little swim hasn't dulled your powers of observation
Ricky," she giggled. "Yes, it certainly is a bear; and as to what I'm going to
do about it, well just wait and see." When we got to the edge of the lake my
girlfriend turned to me and said,"you wait here honey, I'll handle this." She
then walked over to our campsite and stood in front of it with her hands on
her hips, barring the bear's way. "O.K. Mr. bear," the fearless girl said as
the large carnivore approached, "if you'll be a good boy and turn around, I
won't have to get rough with you."

Rough? Rough? I couldn't believe what I was seeing; or hearing. My five
foot-six inch, 230 pound, naked girlfriend was facing off against a huge
animal that weighed well over three times as much as she did. What hope could
Sally possibly have against this fierce carnivore? But still she stood her
ground. And what did the bear do? When he was only a few feet away from her he
stood up on his hind legs and let out a loud "ROAR"! Perhaps his intent was
only to intimidate Sally, to get her to move aside so that he could raid our
food supplies. But if that was his intention she wasn't buying it. "Very well
then Mr. bear," Sally said,"it looks like I'll have to do this the hard way."

I looked on in stunned silence as my amazing girlfriend took a few steps
forward towards the seven foot creature that towered over her. She clenched
her right fist and "WHAM!" drove it deep into the bear's belly - he was
probably as surprised as I was that she did this. The force of her blow caused
the huge animal to keel forward, then "CRACK!" Sally's left fist met his jaw
with a powerful uppercut. Then she hit him again with a hard right hook. I
stood there in complete disbelief as I watched Sally's punch spin the large
animal completely around before he fell to the ground in a daze. In the space
of perhaps ten seconds, my incredible girlfriend sent the 750 pound black bear
flat on his back.

But Sally wasn't through with him yet. She looked over at me and smiled, then
walked around to the stunned bear's side. Lifting her left leg up, she
straddled him and placed her firm, naked buttocks on his chest; then she began
punching him in the jaw with her fists. "Sally, are...are you going to kill
him?" I asked as I approached the incredible scene that was being played out
right before my eyes.

"Oh don't be silly Rick, that would be both cruel and unnecessary. I'm not
even hitting him very hard. But I do want to teach him a lesson, that he
should leave us alone. Why don't you get your digital camera out of your
backpack honey...this might be a memory worth preserving (wink)." She was
right; damn, why didn't I think of that? I ran over to our tent and got my
camera. By the time I returned, my mighty girlfriend had beaten the huge bear
senseless. She got up, put her right foot on the battered creature's chest and
flexed her awesome 20 inch biceps for me while I snapped away. I took over
thirty shots from every conceivable angle - one of which is now the background
on my computer screen (people who see it insist that the bear must be a
fake...what can you do?).

After our photo session, Sally got off the bear, bent down and rolled his 750
pounds over so that he was now lying on his stomach. She sat down on top on
him again, only this time lower down on his back and facing his posterior
side. "What are you going to do to him now Sally?"

"I'm going to make sure that this mean old bear doesn't bother us again...or
anybody else for that matter."

"How are you going to do that?"

She smiled at me and simply said,"watch." With her strong left hand, this
incredible girl then began to spank the huge bear's behind...hard. I continued
to take pictures of this amazing sight - my gorgeous, powerful, naked
girlfriend straddling the huge black bear whom she had just beaten up and
spanking him. "Maybe you should save that for later honey," she giggled as she
looked down at the enormous erection I'd gotten from watching her incredible
feat of strength (remember we were both completely naked). Sally continued to
spank the huge creature until he began to howl out in pain. She then got off
him and walked around so the she was now standing only two feet away from his
face. "O.K. now Mr. bear," my awesome girlfriend began sternly as she waved
her index finger directly in front of him,"I hope you learned your lesson
today; leave me and my boyfriend alone. Because if I catch you anywhere near
our campsite again I'm going to spank you twice as hard; understand?"

The battered animal groggily rose and, with some difficulty, managed to stand
up on all fours. He looked at the girl that had beaten him up so
comprehensively for a few moments and then slowly began to stagger off. He may
not have understood the words Sally spoke to him, but I'll bet he got her
message loud and clear. As we watched the beaten bear slowly limp away, Sally
reached down and grabbed my very much enlarged penis."Well honey, now that
I've taken care of him let's see if I can do something about this little guy
here; tee, hee, hee." She led me inside our tent and zipped it closed; we
didn't emerge until the following morning.

I awoke to the sound of eggs frying over an open fire and the smell of freshly
brewed coffee. "Why hello there sleepy head," Sally greeted me with a
smile,"breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. In the meantime how about a
cup of coffee?" Still somewhat in a dreamlike state, I slowly ambled over to
where she was cooking. Then I saw something near-by that stopped me dead in my
tracks. "Is...is that a mountain lion Sally?" I asked, pointing to the large
feline lying on it's side not twenty feet away from me.

"Yes it is," she answered casually without even looking up. "He was groping
around our campsite earlier this morning. I didn't want him to disturb you
while you were sleeping so I knocked him out." Sally dumped the fried eggs
onto a plate and motioned for me to come over and sit next to her on a large
log. When I did so, she handed me a fork and a cup of coffee. "Bon appetit
sweetie pie." Noticing that my attention was still glued to the unconscious
mountain lion lying just a few feet in front of us, Sally said,"don't worry
about him honey, he'll be out for awhile yet. I probably smacked him a bit too
hard. I guess I'm too used to punching out bears; tee, hee, hee."

As we shared the plate of fried eggs, the big cat slowly began to stir. By the
time we were nearly finished he was getting to his feet."Here kitty," Sally
said as she got up and walked over to him,"let me help you on your way." She
reached down and grabbed the mountain lion firmly by the tail with her strong
hands; then began to spin around, moving faster and faster with each
revolution. As Sally whirled the huge, 150 pound mountain lion around, I
looked on in awe and wondered: is there nothing this amazing girl could not
do? I was also getting another hard-on as I watched Sally's gorgeous,
powerful, naked body in action - her long, beautiful brown hair flying out in
all directions and her girlish giggle as she spun the large cat around as if
he were just a kitten.

After about ten revolutions Sally released her grip on his tail and sent the
stunned feline flying at least fifty feet through the air. He landed in the
middle of the lake, just where she intended. "Have a nice swim kitty cat,"
Sally giggled as she returned to the log and calmly resumed eating her
breakfast. As we watched the mountain lion swim rapidly to the opposite shore
(no doubt trying to get as far away from Sally as he possibly could) my
incredible girlfriend turned to me and asked,"how were the eggs this morning
Ricky? I hope I didn't overcook them."

"No Sally," I replied as the large cat emerged from the lake and ran into the
forest as fast as he could, "they were perfect...just like everything else you
do."

"Oh honey," she giggled as she reached over and grabbed my rock-hard
penis,"you're such a sweetie pie. Come, let's see what else we can discover
about each other." Holding me firmly by the penis Sally led me back inside the
tent. I just hope that no other bears or mountain lions disturb us...for their
sake.

Epilogue

Just out of curiosity I called up the ranger station at Cedar Grove several
months later and asked them what had become of the large black bear that was
raiding campsites for food. The ranger told me that a very unusual thing had
happened. Sometime in late June the attacks suddenly stopped; and that even
though the bear had been spotted many times in the vicinity of campers and
hikers, he never bothered anybody again. To the contrary, every time a woman
would approach him, he'd turn tail and run away. "It's the damnest thing I've
seen in my 25 years with the National Park Sevice," he told me over the
phone."I have no explaination for it."

"Maybe that fierce bear of yours met someone even tougher than he was and
taught him a lesson."

"And just who do you know that could teach a seven foot, 750 pound black bear
a lesson?"

I smiled to myself, said "good-bye" and hung up the phone.