Mike Part 1 - Tammy

A young Amazon teaches neighborhood boys a lesson 

Back in the days when I was growing up, girls were girls and boys were 
boys. Each knew where their place was in the neighborhood and there was 
never a time that one would breach into the world of the other. That 
was the way it was until a girl named Tammy moved into the 
neighborhood.

That was when I was 16 years old and just starting to develop a true 
interest in the opposite sex and discovering myself at the same time 
(if you know what I mean). Anyway, enough about me, let me tell you a 
little about young Tammy. She was a couple of years younger than I, she 
was only 12 years old when she moved to town but to look at her you 
would have never known. She was a rather tall girl for her age, In 
fact, she was an inch or two taller than I was at the time. As far as 
her build, all of us in the neighborhood thought that she was just a 
big, stocky (fat) girl and didn't give her a second thought beyond that 
- body-wise anyway. She had quite a pretty face for such a young girl 
and me and all of my friends used to joke about how we were looking 
forward to her getting a little bit older so we could score with her 
because it was obvious that she was going to be a knockout when she got 
older.

One day, a group of us guys were out playing tackle football and Tammy 
came along and asked if she could join in on the game. Immediately that 
drew a good laugh from everyone within ear shot. Remember, in our 
neighborhood, no one EVER crossed the lines of the sexual stereotype. 
All of the other guys said that there was no way that they were going 
to let her play because she was just a girl and they didn't want to 
hurt her. I, however, had a different take on the situation. She was in 
the same class as my younger sister, who had told me a little about 
Tammy. She said that Tammy was really strong for a girl her age. Given 
that fact, I thought that we might as well let her play and teach her 
that girls don't belong on the football field. That was part of my 
motivation, the other part was I was curious just how strong she was 
because she was a rather stocky looking girl and I had always had a 
secret interest in strong girls.

After a little persuasion on my part, I was able to convince the other 
guys to let her join in on the game. The only condition that they had 
was that she had to be on the same team as me because it was my idea to 
bring this “weak” girl into the game. When we started the game again 
and huddled up, I said, "So, have you ever played this game before, you 
can get hurt you know." She replied, "You don't have to worry about me, 
I played for years back on the farm with guys a lot bigger than any of 
you and I held my own - and then some."

I thought that she was just trying to talk a good game and make herself 
seem like she could keep up with us, so I basically ignored what she 
had said and told her that she would be rushing the passer. I told her 
to count five Mississippi after the ball was snapped, then try to 
tackle the quarterback. She was fine with that position and I was glad 
because although I wanted her to learn a lesson, I didn't want her to 
get hurt, however, not all of the other guys shared the same thought on 
that, they wanted to teach her something that she would remember for a 
long time.

The ball was snapped and while I was running down the field covering 
the receiver, I could hear this sweet and innocent voice counting off 
to five. I think that Matt, the quarterback, was holding the ball on 
purpose because the man I was covering had me beat and was wide open a 
good ten yards in front of me. Tammy's count reached five and she began 
to rush Matt. Matt was a big guy for his age and he was the stronger 
than almost all of the guys on the block. So when I heard her finish 
her count, I turned to see what he was going to do to her. I couldn't 
believe my eyes when I saw her knock him flat on his ass with a solid, 
clean hit to the mid section. She got up and brushed the dirt off of 
her oversized sweatshirt and walked back to our side of the line. Matt, 
on the other hand, did not get up quite so quickly. He did get up, but 
you could tell that her hit had put a bit of a hurting on him and he 
wasn't happy about that at all.

On the next play, Tammy was in the same position and once again Matt 
held onto the ball. The first time he did it to see what she had. This 
time I’m sure he wanted to hurt her and teach her not to play boys 
games. When her count was done, Matt immediately charged at her with 
his shoulder dropped in hopes of hitting her square in the chin and 
sending her to the ground. When the two of them met, I heard a loud 
thud and turned to see a body drop to the ground. Matt had been knock 
flat on his ass again! Tammy just stood there like an immovable wall 
looking down at Matt at her feet. He was on the ground with his eyes 
glazed and it was apparent that he was through for this game, Tammy had 
put him out of commission. While looking down at him, Tammy said, "Gee, 
I hope I didn't hurt him too bad."

Just as Tammy was reaching down to help him up, Matt’s younger brother 
Bobby came up behind Tammy and gave her a hard push to the back and 
said, "What the fuck kind of cheap, cheating hit did you put on my 
brother, bitch?" Tammy looked at him, looked him up and down and said, 
"If he isn't man enough to play the game and take a clean hit, maybe he 
should sit on the sidelines and keep score." Bobby replied, "You got a 
real attitude problem and I think that someone needs to put you in your 
place – someone like me." With that, Bobby swung a punch at Tammy's 
stomach, but it didn't reach its target.

Tammy had caught his hand in hers and said, "You had better be careful 
of what you get yourself into because you might not be able to get 
yourself back out." With that said, Tammy began to tighten her grip on 
Bobby's closed fist and gave him a playful smile as signs of pain began 
to show on his face. She squeezed his hand until he had dropped to his 
knees and was about to scream out in pain. She let go just before he 
let loose his scream and said to Bobby while looking down at him, "I 
just moved here and I'm trying to make friends in a nice way so I'm not 
going to hurt you, but don't think that I'll show you mercy the next 
time you give me a hard time about anything, especially about playing 
football." She then looked at the rest of us who were standing there 
with our mouths hanging open and said, "and that goes for the rest of 
you too."

I had never seen anything like that in my life. Tammy was only 12 years 
old and she had put Matt out of commission which was something that not 
even two of us landing a solid hit on him could do and then she 
followed up that performance by making Bobby almost cry like a little 
school girl just by holding his hand in hers. Indeed my little sister 
was right, Tammy was a strong girl – stronger than I could have 
imagined. I could only imagine what she might have done to Bobby if she 
had really wanted to hurt him because Bobby was no pussy and I had 
never seen him back down from anyone, but he seemed almost helpless 
against her. Given the condition of Matt and Bobby, the game came to an 
end and I started walking back home. As I was just crossing the street 
from the field, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see that it 
was Tammy. She said with a charming smile on her young face, "Thank you 
for talking your friends into letting me play, I haven't played a game 
of football since we moved here." I replied, "You're welcome, I see 
that you do quite a job of holding your own on the field, I'm quite 
impressed." She looked at me and smiled, “Thank you, I’ve always loved 
playing.”

Although she had lived in the neighborhood for about a month, I hadn't 
spoken to her before this and I had no idea of where she had lived 
before so I asked. She said, "I grew up on a farm in upstate New York, 
but my parents had to sell the farm because the bank was going to 
foreclose." With that said, I asked, "how did you get so strong? No one 
has ever put Matt down like that." She looked away and began to blush. 
"I'm sorry Tammy, I didn't mean to ask such a stupid question." She 
said, "That's OK Mike, I just never thought of myself as being strong, 
I was just an average girl back home on the farm, maybe just a bit 
stronger than other kids my age." She continued, "I guess that working 
on a farm is pretty hard work and I guess that I am strong." With that 
said, she curled her arm up to her side and felt the muscle of her 
upper arm which had sufficiently filled out the baggy sweatshirt that 
she was wearing.

My eyes were immediately drawn to this sight and without any conscious 
thought, my hand was on her arm right next to her own hand. I could not 
believe what I was feeling, her bicep was huge and as hard as stone. 
There was no question that her biceps were much larger than my own. She 
saw that my hand was on her arm squeezing her muscle and she looked at 
me with that innocent smile again and said, "I never thought of myself 
as strong, but it looks like you think that I am." She then flexed her 
bicep harder and my hand was pushed back at least an inch. The fabric 
of her sweatshirt was now stretch tight over the girth of her immense 
bicep muscle. Needless to say, I was in complete awe at this point and 
I could feel something getting a little hard on my body as well, but it 
wasn't my biceps.

She unflexed her arm and lifted my hand from her bicep. For the rest of 
the walk home, we didn't say too much. I was too mesmerized by the 
monster of a muscle I had felt on her arm and I think that she was a 
little taken off guard by my reaction to what I had felt. Apparently 
they grow them big and strong out in the farm country – wouldn't that 
be a sight to behold, strong and muscular girls every which way you 
look. For me, that would be a little slice of heaven. Of course I had 
always kept that to myself because that was something that had never 
entered my world other than what I had seen on TV or on magazine 
covers.

****

The next day in school, Matt and Bobby were looking a little worse for 
the wear, but they were in fair condition. Being that I had known these 
two brothers my whole life, I knew that they weren't going to let 
things lie as they were. They had gotten into scuffles in the past and 
they never let it end until they had gotten the last "word", if you 
want to put it that way. They were talking about getting Tammy back 
onto the field again and really going after her this time and showing 
her no mercy.

Now I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I saw what she had done 
to them with little effort and I had serious doubts that they could 
hurt her the way they wanted to even if they both went at her at the 
same time. Given what I had seen on the field and the monstrous muscle 
I had felt on her arm, I had a very bad feeling about what was going to 
happen to Matt and Bobby the next time they got onto the football field 
with young Tammy.

In last period at school, Matt told me to get Tammy to come out for 
another game of football after school so he and Bobby could settle the 
score with her. He also told me to tell her that they were sorry about 
all the fuss the previous day and they wanted to be friendly and have 
her join them again since she had proven herself a worthy player. I 
said I would get her and forward his message. Personally, I was a 
little excited about seeing her again and I was hoping to see just how 
strong she was again. Throughout the entire day, I couldn't get the 
thought of her huge bicep out of my head. The size was just staggering, 
and for a twelve year old girl – it was simply unreal!

****

The end of the school day came and I headed home to change for the 
game. When I was changing, my little sister came into my room and told 
me that word of what Tammy had done to Matt and Bobby was all over her 
school. She continued by telling me that when word had gotten to the 
gym teacher, Mr. Steward, he found out for himself just how strong this 
young girl was.

Let me tell you a little about Mr. Steward, he was a former high school 
wrestling state champion who blew his college scholarship because of a 
drinking problem and a subsequent knee injury. As a result of this, he 
had become very bitter to every student and he liked to bully people 
around, and he took a special pleasure in really coming down on 
students who showed a glimmer of athletic ability. To put it bluntly, 
he was one serious asshole.

Anyway, my sister told me that when they had gotten to gym class, Mr. 
Steward brought up what had happened in that football game immediately 
and started badgering Tammy. My sister was telling me that he was 
saying that she was just a pathetic little girl, although a little 
bigger than most, but she was nothing but a little sissy who had gotten 
in a lucky hit on some sissy boys.

My sister continued, "I could tell that, at first, Tammy was a little 
nervous and embarrassed about him bringing this up, but as he continued 
to put her down, she began to get angry with him." She said that Mr. 
Steward only stopped his barrage because Tammy had shouted out that he 
was nothing but a bitter old man who wasn't worth the dirt on her 
shoes. Obviously he didn't take too kindly to that and then he said 
that she might be able to beat little boys, but he was a man and she 
had better watch her mouth. Then Tammy said to him, "I have a deal for 
you, lets arm wrestle to settle this once and for all. If I win, you 
keep your mouth shut to me and everyone else and you never yell at 
another student again. If you win, I will take any abuse you throw my 
way and not say a word in my defense." My sister said that at first Mr. 
Steward laughed at this proposition, but them Tammy rolled up the 
sleeve on her shirt to expose her forearms and held her arm up in the 
classic arm wrestling position, then smiled and winked at Mr. Steward. 
She said that just infuriated him and he immediately called her to the 
front of the gym where he was standing and said that they would arm 
wrestle right there in front of the whole class. He said that he would 
give her the best out of three just so he could have the pleasure of 
beating her twice to drive the point home.

They had gotten on the floor facing one another and they gripped each 
other's hands. My sister said that immediately a look of fear came 
across Mr. Steward's face as Tammy squeezed his hand and her forearm 
came to life with muscles. They counted to three and Mr. Steward threw 
his shoulder forward with all he had, but Tammy's arm didn't move at 
all. Tammy looked over at Mr. Steward, who was clearly straining, and 
asked him if was ready to start, then she slammed his hand to the floor 
with a loud bang.

My sister said that the class was silent in amazement because although 
no one liked Mr. Steward, everyone knew that he was a very strong guy 
and he worked out all the time at the local gym. Tammy broke the 
silence by saying to Mr. Steward, "Thank you for letting me win that 
one just so I didn't feel bad, are you ready for the next match which 
I'm sure you will win." He looked at her with anger all over his face 
and slammed his elbow onto the floor taking the start position with his 
arm. Tammy smiled and wrapped her hand around his and gave him a quick 
squeeze. They counted to three and once again Mr. Steward put 
everything he had into it right away, but this time Tammy's arm gave 
way, almost all the way to the floor, but then it stopped. He began to 
taunt her about being nothing but a weak and lucky girl who was about 
to get what she had coming to her. Them Tammy looked at him, smiled and 
said, "Ooh, you're such a big, strong man beating a weak, little twelve 
year old girl at arm wrestling, you're way too strong for me to ever 
beat." She then winked at him, turned and smiled at the class, then 
threw his hand back with such force, he was almost lifted off of the 
floor. His hand slammed into the floor and he let out a cry of pain as 
it hit.

Tammy stood up and said, "Well, I guess I win. I hope you will be a 
nicer person from now on, maybe I can teach you how to arm wrestle some 
day." Mr. Steward jumped up holding his shoulder and was about to hit 
her in the back of the head when she turned around and ducked his 
punch. She quickly jumped behind him and put him in a headlock. My 
sister said then she raised up the arm that she was using for the 
headlock, like she was making a muscle and she lifted Mr. Steward with 
his head pinched between her forearm and upper arm, she gave her arm a 
hard flex and he dropped to the floor unconscious.

My sister continued talking about how she couldn't believe what she had 
seen, but I wasn't really listening to her anymore, I had only two 
thoughts going through my head. One was for the well being of my 
friends who were heading right into the a sure-lose battle. The other 
thought was about the power of this young girl. I could only imagine 
just how strong those muscles must be and how I might be able to see 
how strong she was for myself.

My sister noticed I wasn't listening to her and she said, "Hey stupid, 
didn't you say something about playing football with her?" I said, 
"Yes, why?" She replied, "Well if you do, had either be very careful or 
be on her team because I think she could kick your butt." I looked at 
my sister and said with a smile, "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." 
Of course I was thinking about what my sister was saying and I knew 
that she was right, I was going to make sure that Tammy and I were on 
the same team again.

****

I headed out the door and over to Tammy's house to get her for the 
game. I knocked on her door and she answered. She was still in her 
school clothes and I have to admit that she looked very pretty. I had 
completely forgotten that she was four years younger than me for a 
second. I quickly regained my composure and said, "Hi Tammy, me and the 
guys were wondering if you would like to play a game of football with 
us again?" She looked at me with a bright and smiling face and said, 
"I'd love to, but I have to get changed, it'll only take me a minute, 
you can come in if you would like." 

I didn't hesitate to accept her offer and I came into her house and she 
directed me to the living room and offered me a drink. I declined and 
she headed upstairs to her room to change. While I was sitting on the 
couch, I began to formulate a mental image of what she looked like 
without clothes. I was thinking about what her muscles must look like 
and how big they must be. I heard her door open and I snapped out of my 
momentary daze only to notice that I had begun to develop a bit of a 
stiffy. Thank God she didn't take much longer, or I might have had a 
full-sized erection given another minute.

She entered the living room wearing a sweat shirt and sweat pants, the 
same outfit she had worn the previous day except it had been washed. 
She looked at me and asked, "How come you guys are going out of your 
way to get me to play today when yesterday everyone was so against me 
playing, except you?" I thought for a second before answering because I 
really don't like lying to people but I quickly came up with a good 
answer that wasn't really false, "Well, we were all very impressed with 
how you played yesterday and a little surprised too, so we thought 
earned your position on the field." She looked at me and smiled, then 
asked, "What about those two guys who were trying to hurt me, how do 
they feel about me coming back to play?" I said, “Actually it was 
Matt’s idea and he wanted me to tell you that he and his brother were 
sorry for the way they acted yesterday. You have to understand this 
area, we're not used to girls playing sports." She said, "I accept 
their apology and I understand what you are saying about girls playing 
sports around here, I have gotten a little opposition at school about 
the same thing." I said, "So I have heard, my sister told me what you 
did to Mr. Steward." She looked at me with a look of surprise and said, 
"Word sure does travel fast around here, doesn't it?" I replied, "Well 
it isn't everyday that a sixth grade girl beats up her gym teacher." 
She said, "I suppose you're right, but it wasn't my fault, he was 
yelling at me and insulting me, he left me no choice. I'm learning 
pretty fast that I am stronger than most people here, it's not like 
back home at all." Being that I have a thing for strong girls, I had to 
reply to a statement like that in a curious way, "How strong are you 
anyway Tammy?"

Tammy gave me a look that immediately had me thinking that she had 
almost wanted me to ask her that question. She gave me a smile and 
said, "I could show you, how would you like me to do that?" I began to 
feel a slight growth in my pants, but at this point I really didn't 
care because this is what I had been thinking about all day. I looked 
at her and said, "Make a muscle for me so I can see it, roll up your 
sleeve." She said, "I can do better than just roll up my sleeve for 
you." With that said, she pulled off her sweat shirt revealing a t-
shirt that was fit snugly to her body. Looking at that body, I was 
thinking to myself, 'there is no way that this girl is only twelve 
years old.' Her muscles were very well developed and her breasts were 
quite large as well, it was no wonder she always wore baggy clothes. 
She looked at me smiling and said, "Is this what you wanted to see?" 
She raised her arms up in a double bicep pose and her muscles simple 
exploded with size and power. Her biceps formed solid balls of peaked 
muscle that must have been the size of softballs. She looked at me 
holding the pose with a proud smile on her face. I said, "Holy cow! 
You're muscle are bigger than any I have ever seen in my life." She 
then asked, "Would you like to feel them again, I noticed that you 
seemed to take a liking to them yesterday after the game?" I didn't 
answer, but I got up and walked over to where she was standing. By this 
point, my boner and reached it's full size and it was clearly showing 
through my pants. I reached my hands up to feel her muscles and cupped 
them over the peaks of her biceps. She began to flex and unflex her 
biceps, pumping them under my touch and asked, "So, tell me Mike, do 
you like what you feel? Does this show you how strong I am?" I replied, 
"Oh yes I like what I am feeling, your muscles are so big and hard, 
they are like rocks!" "But am I showing you how strong I am yet?" I 
looked at her and saw that she wanted an answer to that question and I 
said, "In a way, but you can show me in another way if you would like."

She unflexed her biceps and placed her hands to her sides and said, 
"Hmm, I wonder how I can show you how strong I am?" Immediately her 
face lit up and she held her right arm out straight in front of me and 
said, "I think this should work, kneel down and wrap both of your hands 
around my upper arm, I want to try something so hold on tight." I did 
as she asked and what she did totally blew my mind. With me kneeling on 
the floor fully stretched out to get my hands around her unflexed 
bicep, she began to flex her arm and the growth of the muscle was 
lifting me off of the floor. She did this repeatedly and each time she 
flexed her bicep, it became larger and harder and I was being lifted 
higher off of the floor. This was totally unreal, she was only a little 
girl, but her muscles were so strong that just by flexing, she was able 
to lift my 140 pound weight. She flexed me off of the floor about 
twenty times then lowered her arm and my hands let her go. I stood up 
and looked at her and said, "I'm almost at a loss for words, that was 
the most incredible thing I have ever seen, you must be the strongest 
girl in the world." She said, "Well, I have always had pretty big 
muscles, but I never noticed until I got here." She once again raised 
her arm and flexed her massive bicep and brought up her other hand to 
feel its girth. My hand followed her hand and I began to massage her 
muscle. She placed her hand on top of mine and said, " I see that you 
like a girl with muscles." I replied, " Yes Tammy, I do like girls with 
muscles, but you are the first one I have even met." She said, "I'm 
glad that you like my big, hard muscles Mike, I've had a crush on you 
since we moved into town, you’re very cute," while flexing her bicep 
even harder under my touch. "I see that I'm not the only one of us with 
something big and hard though," she said as she moved her other hand 
onto my swollen prick. She gave it a gentle squeeze and it was all I 
could do to keep from cumming at that moment. She said, "And what are 
you planning to do with this big thing?" I was at a loss for words 
because I suddenly remembered that she was only twelve years old and I 
was fifteen. I took my hand off of her bicep and stepped back. "I'm 
sorry Tammy, I can't. You're only twelve years old." She looked at me 
and said, " Don't you worry about how old I am, life's different in the 
country and things are different than you are used to, you don't need 
to be nervous." With that said, she placed her hands on the collar of 
her t-shirt and ripped it off of her muscular body. I stood there and I 
was looking at a pair of he most beautiful breasts I have ever seen in 
my life (keep in mind that all I have seen has been in porno mags so I 
have seen the best). They were a spectacular pair of c-cups and with no 
control over my actions, my hands reached out for them. Tammy showed no 
resistance at all. In fact, she stepped forward and began to unbutton 
my pants. While she was releasing my manhood from its confines, her 
pectoral muscles flexed and her tits jumped like they were alive. I 
kept my hands on them and as they flexed, they rose into a solid stack 
of muscle topped with the fleshy softness of her supple breasts.

She finished unbuttoning my pants and then stepped back and slid off 
her own sweat pants. The muscles in her legs were just as spectacular 
as those in her upper body. Her thighs were covered with thick chords 
of muscle that twitched with her every movement. She looked at me and 
said, "I have another muscle I want you to feel, but you'll have to 
come upstairs to feel this one." I knew exactly what she was talking 
about and I was too far into the thought of the experience to turn 
away. I gave her a nod and she lifted me off of the floor in her arms 
with little effort and she carried me up to her room.

She sat me down on her bed and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I like 
to be on top. That way, you can feel these babies, I know that you like 
them." She raised her arms in a double bicep pose and began to flex her 
arms in an alternating fashion. Then she said, "Of course you can feel 
these beauties too." She continued flexing her biceps alternating arms, 
but she then started flexing her pecs making her breasts rise and fall 
in rhythm with her flexing biceps. She gently laid me back on her bed 
and pulled off my pants and underwear. She crawled up the bed dragging 
her breasts over my rock hard cock, then straightened up on me. She 
snapped off her panties and lowered her wet vagina onto my awaiting 
stiff cock. She felt so tight that I was about to cum immediately, but 
she tightened her inner muscles even more so I wasn't even able to 
shoot my load. She looked down at me squeezing her breasts together and 
said, "So, what do you think of those muscles, how do they compare to 
these?" She then threw up her biceps in a powerful flex while still 
riding away on me. Her arms had apparently swollen to even greater 
proportions as a result of all the excitement because they were now 
approaching the size of cantaloupes. Her pussy was so tight around my 
dick that I felt like she could tear it off at any second. Just as I 
felt like she was about to finally do that, she stopped her bouncing 
and arched her back and let out a great cry of passion and gave me 
enough relief inside of her for me to shoot a load ten times greater 
than I had ever blown before. Needless to say, I was totally exhausted.

****

We both laid back in her bed holding each other closely and feeling the 
warmth from the other's body. Suddenly the thought of the football game 
had entered my head. I sat straight up and said, "We totally forgot 
about the football game, the others are probably waiting for us right 
now. They're probably getting pretty upset too." Tammy looked at me and 
said, "How would you have rather spent your afternoon, with them 
rolling around in the dirt, or here with me in bed?" I gave her a 
passionate kiss on the lips and replied, "Very good point, but I still 
think that we should head over to see if they are still there." She 
agreed and we both got dressed and headed out the door.


**** 

When we arrived at the field, the guys were still there playing and 
when they saw us walking onto the field, we were given the kind of 
welcome I had expected. Matt said, "Where in the hell have you two been 
all this time Mike? I thought I told you that we were going to play 
RIGHT after school, its almost 5:00 now. If I didn't know better I'd 
think that maybe the two of you have a little something going." I 
replied, "Settle down Matt, I lost track of time. Are you guys ready to 
play or what?"

We picked teams and I made sure that I was on the same team as Tammy 
and Matt and Bobby made sure that they were on the other team. Being 
that we had come late, I'm sure the two of them have been planning a 
variety of different ways to hurt Tammy. Of course I knew better 
because it would take a hell of a lot more than those two to do her any 
harm, I only hoped that she didn't hurt them too bad.

Our team won the toss and we decided to receive first. Matt kicked the 
ball and it came straight at me. Tammy was a little in front to me, so 
I thought that was my best defense because there was going to be no 
stopping her. Both Matt and Bobby saw that I was using her for my block 
and they let out a little smile because they thought that I was trying 
to set them up to land a monster hit on her. Both of them came flying 
at her at the same time and there was a loud crashing of bodies. Tammy 
had been knocked back about five feet and onto the ground, and Bobby 
and Matt wound up lying motionless on the ground. Tammy got up after a 
few seconds, but the same couldn't be said for Matt and Bobby. They 
were conscious, but they were in a definite daze. Tammy walked over to 
them and offered a hand to help them up. Apparently their dazed state 
had made them stupid because Bobby snapped out at her, "We don't need 
the help of some dirty tomboy, just back off bitch."

Tammy was appalled because she thought that they were willing to be 
friends now because of how she had played the previous day and what I 
had told her. The look on her face immediately turned from one of 
concern for their well being to a look of anger. She went ahead and 
helped them off of the ground, but not in a traditional fashion. She 
grabbed each of them by the collar and lifted them off of the ground 
and held them with their feet dangling. She looked at them and said, "I 
warned you yesterday not to give me any trouble about playing sports, 
but apparently what I said didn't get through to you." She then slammed 
their heads together and threw them to the ground unconscious. She 
immediately looked at me and said, "I thought you said that they were 
sorry for the way they acted yesterday, were you lying to me?"

I didn't want to lie to her again, but then again I didn't wan to be 
out cold on the ground next to Matt and Bobby either. I said, "They 
told me that they were sorry, but apparently they had other motives for 
wanting you to come back to play today, I'm really sorry Tammy." She 
believed what I had told her and that made me feel better and worse at 
the same time because I knew that I couldn't continue making up lies 
like this forever.

Tammy looked down at Matt and Bobby and said, "I really hope that these 
two learn not to screw with me soon, otherwise I might have to really 
hurt them to teach them a lesson." I stood there nodding my head in 
agreement but I was thinking that this definitely wasn't the end of it 
between her and them. Just as I was thinking that, Matt started to come 
to. He looked up through his daze and saw Tammy standing over him and 
he seemed to regain his consciousness immediately. He stood up and got 
right in her face and said, "I don't know who you think you are, but 
you had better start watching your back around here because one of 
these days you're going to get hurt little girl."

Tammy stood unflinched by his words and said with a smile, "Sort of 
like how you guys hurt me here on the field?" That just pissed him off 
and he tried to push her back, but she didn't budge. She laughed and 
said, "What's the matter? Surely you can push me back. Maybe you need 
to try it again.” With that said, Matt threw a punch and it landed 
squarely on Tammy's cheek. Her head swung back and Matt immediately 
jumped on her and they both fell to the ground. Matt had quickly seated 
himself on her chest and had started hitting her in the face, but he 
was only able to get in two or three hits before Tammy caught his one 
hand and threw him off of her. She got up and touched her lip only to 
see that it was bleeding. She became instantly enraged and said to 
Matt, "I hope you enjoyed those couple of hits you just got in on me 
because when I'm done with you, you'll never hit anyone again."

Matt stood confident that he could take her because of the way he had 
gotten in those punches so quickly, but as Tammy approached and he 
threw a punch toward her face, his expression changed when she caught 
his fist in her hand and twisted his arm with such force that the 
snapping of his wrist could be heard by everyone on the field. He let 
out a scream in pain, but Tammy wasn't done with him yet. She tightened 
her grip on his fist and we all could hear the cracking of the bones in 
his fingers. When she let go of his hand, it barely even resembled a 
hand, it looked more like a wrinkled up glove.

For most people, that would be enough to make them back away in fear, 
but Matt wasn't that smart I guess because he them threw a punch with 
everything he had into her stomach with his other hand hoping to catch 
her off guard, but there was no such luck. His fist just bounced off of 
her abs and it seemed to have hurt him more than her. She grabbed him 
by the neck and picked him off the ground with one hand and said, 
"Haven't you learned yet that you can't hurt me Matt? Let me show you 
how to throw a punch." She cocked back her arm and just as Matt was 
about to plead for mercy, her fist landed square on his nose causing 
blood to spray in all directions and his head to snap back like a rag 
doll's. She then threw a hard punch into his stomach causing all the 
air to rush out of his lungs. Tammy threw a couple more fast punches to 
his face turning him into a bloody mess before dropping him to the 
ground, but she wasn't done with him yet. Matt laid there curled up in 
pain oblivious that she was reaching down to beat him some more. Just 
as she grabbed his collar to lift him up again, she was struck in to 
kidneys by a punch from Bobby who had regained his consciousness 
moments ago. She was caught off guard by this and she arched her back 
in response. She let go of Matt's collar and turned to Bobby greeting 
him with a back hand to the side of the head which sent him to the 
ground. Bobby got up and noticed that his ear was bleeding. He became 
enraged and charged at her only to be greeted this time by an upper-cut 
that lifted him about a foot off of the ground and sent him back into a 
state of unconsciousness. She then returned her attention to Matt and 
picked him up, then walked over to Bobby and picked him up in her other 
hand. Bobby had quickly awoken from his momentary slumber and saw Tammy 
had him off of the ground by the neck. He began swinging his arms in a 
wild fashion hitting her in the shoulders and chest, but her arms were 
longer than his, so he couldn't reach her face. She gave his neck a 
quick squeeze and his body twitched and his arms stopped swinging but 
he remained conscious. Matt was in the other hand in a total daze. 

She lifted them both high into the air and said, "Now I'm going to show 
you boys what real pain is like." She then lowered them so that their 
faces were right above her upper arms. She let go of their necks and 
their faces fell onto her biceps. She them adjusted their heads into 
the crease of her elbow and flexed her mighty biceps on their heads. 
They both went into an immediate frenzy. They let out screams which 
were muffled by her arms and their limbs were swinging wildly. She then 
pulled her arms inward and began to flex and unflex her biceps giving 
the brothers a level a punishment I had never seen in my life. She 
finally finished them off with one last flex that pumped her biceps so 
hard that the material of her sweatshirt finally gave way and her 
massive arms were exposed for all to see. She then dropped them to the 
ground and shook her head from side to side and said, "Why do some 
people insist on doing things the hard way? Hopefully I don't have to 
do this again, just look what I did to my shirt" She then raised her 
arms looking at the holes that had been torn by her massive biceps, 
then she assumed a double bicep pose and said, "Well, at least now you 
guys can see what kind of muscles a girl can have." She held the pose 
giving her muscles a twitch, making her biceps almost dance before our 
eyes.

The rest of us had been there the whole time watching in amazement, too 
surprised and afraid to say or do anything. Tammy then looked at me and 
said, "I don't know about you Mike, but I think I'm ready to go home." 
I gave her a nod of agreement, too much in shock to speak and she 
grabbed my arm and pulled me in the direction of our homes. As we 
started to walk away, she turned to the other guys who were still 
speechless and said with a smile, "By the way boys, nice hard-ons you 
have there. Perhaps we can play again tomorrow." She then looked down 
at my pants and saw I had one too. She then said, "Well I see that 
you're up for something again." I was too afraid to say anything at 
that point because this "little" girl had just beaten the living shit 
out of two of my friends and I couldn't help but feel like I was 
walking on egg shells, I didn't want to say or do anything to set her 
off.

Noticing I didn't say anything in response, Tammy stopped walking and 
said, "What's the matter Mike, you don't think that I would hurt you 
like that do you?" I looked at her and said, "Uh, no. Of course not, I 
was just thinking about something." 

"What were you thinking about?" I told her the truth this time, " I was 
thinking that you could beat me up like that and I was thinking that 
those are two of my friends back there laying in a pool of their own 
blood." Tammy became stern and said, "First of all, I suppose I could 
beat you like that, but I won't because you're different than they are 
and I like you. Second, they had it coning and I gave them every chance 
to back down, but they were looking for a fight, so I gave then what 
they wanted. I might have gotten a little carried away, but I wanted to 
make sure that not those two or any one else are going to bother me 
again about being a girl who likes playing sports. Hopefully they got 
the point." 

I replied, "Well, I'm sure that when they wake up, they will know not 
to mess with you again." She said flexing her right bicep in front of 
me, "If they're smart, they won't mess with these again because I 
didn't even use all of my strength on them. There's a lot more power in 
these muscles, more than I thought." I raised my hand up to feel her 
flexed bicep and she looked at me with a smile and began to pump her 
arm up and down for me making her bicep swell to even greater 
proportions. She then looked at me with a wicked smile and said, "My 
parents aren't going to be home for another couple of hours if you 
would like to come back for a little... you know." 

The feeling of her big, hard muscles under my hand had made me totally 
forget about what she had done to Matt and Bobby and a big smile came 
across my face and I said, "That sounds great to me if 'you know' means 
what I think it does." She looked at me and said, "You know what 'you 
know' means."

When we got back to her house, we didn't waste a moment and we headed 
straight for her bedroom and had sex that was ten times better than 
earlier that day. Although I felt like my dick was going to fall off, I 
stayed in for several rounds because each time it got better and 
better, even though my pain became more intense.

****

From that day on, life in our neighborhood was never the same again and 
Tammy was allowed to play sports with the guys any time she wanted and 
she was always the first player picked. As for Matt and Bobby, they 
more or less stopped playing sports because Tammy had given them such a 
bad beating they weren't physically the same thereafter. But on the 
bright side of that, they did learn their lesson and they never gave 
her a hard time about anything again.

The only thing that came from all of this that had me a little worried 
was my little sister had heard about what Tammy had done to Matt and 
Bobby and she dusted off my weights in the basement and started using 
them everyday, but that's another story.