Mary Part 1 - Starting High School
By: MAK-PA@MSN.COM
Mary shows her superior strength in high school sports and learns about sex

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This story is a continuation of the stories told by Mike (Mike Parts 1 
through 4) about his muscular girlfriend, sister (Mary) and mother. For 
this story, Mary has taken the helm and will be telling the story 
through her eyes. 

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When I was a freshman in high school I decided that I wanted to try out 
for some of the sports which were traditionally for boys. Football was 
the first one that I wanted to play since I had played in the 
neighborhood many times since I started lifting weights and I was most 
dominant on the field there. 

For the past 4 years I had been lifting weights and now that I was 15 
years old I had developed an incredibly strong and muscular body. There 
wasn't a person in school, or the town for that matter, who was stronger 
than me and I really liked that. I thought that the coach would love to 
have someone like me on the football team because I was so much stronger 
than anyone else he could ever find, but initially that was not the 
case. 

Right off of the bat, the coach was dead set against having a "weak" 
girl on his team and not even the principal of the school could change 
his mind. That being the case, I decided to take the matter into my own 
hands. One day after school I stopped by his office right before 
practice and I confronted him about letting me be on the team. 

He didn't like me challenging his decision and he snapped at me, "This 
is a man's game and if I let you go onto that field you're going to get 
hurt, there is no way that you can physically keep up with boys your own 
age. Why don't you go join a cooking club or something and leave the 
sports to the men." 

I snapped back, "You're such a foolish old man you don't even deserve to 
coach this school's team. I'm stronger than anyone you have on the team, 
and stronger than you too for that matter. Just look at this muscle." I 
then pulled off my jacket and flexed my right bicep which expanded to 
it's full size of about 20". 

His eyes jumped out of his head and his mouth gaped open as he stared at 
my powerful arm. Seeing his amazement I began to flex my arm repeatedly 
to see his reaction. I looked down at his pants and saw that he was 
starting to get an erection from the sight of my muscles so I decided to 
break his trance. 

I said, "So you're telling me that the boys, and I do mean boys, on your 
team are stronger than me... there is no way that even you are." 

He replied still in half a trance, "Uh, that's a big muscle, but that 
doesn't mean you are strong. After all you are still a girl and girls 
are weaker than men." 

I rolled my eyes at his ignorance and said, "OK, if you think that I am 
so weak, then you wouldn't mind putting your strongest players against 
me in armwrestling... in front of the whole team." 

The coach said, "I train my team hard and they don't have time to prove 
they are stronger than you... why can't you get that through your head?" 

I said, "I can't because I am better than anyone on that team of yours. 
But since they can't be pulled away from practice, I challenge you. 
Surely you could beat this little muscle of mine in no time at all." I 
began flexing my bicep for him again. Again he stared in amazement at my 
large muscle, so I said, "Go ahead and feel it, you're not scared are 
you?" 

Rather than feeling my muscle like I had expected, he yelled at me, "Why 
don't you get the hell out of my office, there is no way you are going 
to get on my team." 

I fired back at him by flexing a double bicep and said, "The only way I 
am leaving this office without being on the team is if you can throw me 
out. Come on coach, you know you're curious to see how strong these big 
muscles are. Like it or not, I'm going to be on that team." 

The coach snapped back, "Fuck you and get the fuck out of here now!!!" 

I smiled, still flexing a double bicep, "Come on coach, get your ass up 
off of your desk and throw me out unless you don't think you're man 
enough to overpower a 15 year old girl ." 

He jumped up from his desk and walked toward me. I continued pumping up 
my arms, my biceps were huge by this time. 


He slammed his hands on my biceps to stop my flexing and tried to push 
me out of the door, but I didn't budge. I said, "Well coach, have you 
ever felt any muscles bigger or harder in your life. All you have to do 
is say the word and these muscles can work for you on the team." 

The coach was straining trying to push my arms down and move me out of 
his office, it was pretty pathetic. He was a pretty big guy, but no 
match for my strength. I just stood there holding my biceps high and 
mighty watching him struggle in vein. 

He said in a strained voice, "Fuck you, this is bull shit, there is no 
way you're this strong." 

I said in a relaxed voice, "Oh I am coach and I'm not even putting up 
much effort against you. Do you want to see just how strong I am?" 

I then flexed my biceps higher toward my head and threw him off balance. 
He surged into me and I wrapped my arms around him in a bear hug. I have 
to admit that it felt good to feel my biceps bulge into his ribs and see 
the look of pain on his face. 

I said, "Well coach, what to you think? I'm still not putting all of my 
muscle into this and you are totally helpless against me. Are you going 
to let me on the team, or do I have to break your ribs?" I then gave him 
a tight squeeze which made him cry out in pain. 

His face was totally red and he was in a lot of pain. His arms were 
free, but he couldn't do a thing to stop me. Finally I heard him say 
through his panting breaths, "OK, you win." 

I then released my grip on him and he fell to the floor. I said, "That's 
good coach, now that wasn't hard to say was it. You could have saved 
yourself a lot of pain if you weren't such a stubborn chauvinistic 
stooge." 

I then kneeled down on the floor in front of him and slid my arm under 
his chin. I flexed my bicep causing his head to jerk back and said, "You 
won't be sorry coach, these muscles are working for you now. Go ahead 
feel my bicep and tell me you've never felt anything so big and hard." 

The coach looked at me through glazed eyes, put his hand on my bicep and 
said, "Practice starts in 15 minutes, so go get dressed. This meeting is 
over." 

**** 

Once on the practice field, the coach had reverted to his old ways and 
he wouldn't send me onto the field. I wasn't about to stand for that. 

I walked up to him and said, "Why aren't you putting me in, you haven't 
forgotten what I did to you a few minutes ago... you don't want the team 
to know too, do you?" 

I look of hesitation and fear ran across his face and, to my delight, he 
sent me in for my first practice play. 

He had sent me in on the offensive line and the quarterback called for a 
running play. We lined up and when the ball was snapped the guy lined up 
against me thought he was going to have an easy go at me, but that was 
not the case. I put my arms out parallel to the ground and leveled three 
guys on the defensive line on a matter of seconds. The whole team was 
amazed by what I had done because the guy I leveled with my right arm 
was a senior who went all-state in his junior year and the other guys 
were no slackers either (compared to regular player anyway, not me!). 

From that moment on, the team rallied behind me and I quickly became the 
star of the team on the offensive and defensive side of the ball. The 
only position I couldn't play was quarterback and that was because of my 
height not because of my ability to throw. Once in practice I threw the 
ball 80 yards in the air right to the receiver. 

That season we went undefeated and I lead the team in sacks, tackles and 
touchdowns (they also used me as a running back in tight situations). 
The whole team knew I was the reason we were winning every game and at 
the end of each game they would lift me onto their shoulders and parade 
me around the field. I took full advantage of that opportunity by 
flexing my mighty biceps for the crowds which always drew screams and 
cheers. I always enjoyed looking into the crowd and seeing girls flexing 
their muscles for their boyfriends in a show of strength. Of course none 
of them were nearly as muscular as me, but I still enjoyed seeing it. 
The cheerleading squad had also taken to showing their muscles each time 
I had a big play in the game. 

**** 

One day the coach called me into his office after practice. I went in 
and sat down. He was sitting at his desk and said, "Well Mary, you've 
had quite a season and I have to admit that I was wrong about you. You 
can hold your own on the field." 

I was very pleased that the coach had seen the error in his ways and 
realized that I was the best player on the team. I smiled and said, 
"Thank you coach, I'm , glad you feel that way." 

He continued, "Well, I'm sure you know that this weekend is the division 
finals and we're going to need you at your best." 

I gave him a curious look and said, "Yes I know coach, you know that I 
will give it everything. Is there something else you want to talk to me 
about?" 

He looked down and smiled, "Yes, there is something else. I'm not sure 
if you know it or not, but I am also the coach of the wrestling team. I 
was wondering if you would be interested in going out for the team. With 
your strength and quickness, you'd make a great wrestler." 

I smiled back at him and said, "I'd love to join the team. In fact I was 
planning to go out for the team anyway. I know I can beat any boy at 
wrestling." 

He replied, "Perhaps, but I think that you will need more than just raw 
speed and power to win, there is also technique involved. If you would 
like, I know someone who could work with you in those areas." 

I said, "Well, you're the coach and if someone is willing to let me beat 
them at wrestling to show me how to do things better, I'm game. Do you 
think that this person can handle these muscles though?" I then flexed a 
mighty double bicep which I knew always got the coach aroused. 

The coach stared at my muscles for a second and slightly squirmed in his 
chair before saying, "Actually he was the one who raised the idea of 
getting you on the team and he volunteered to work with you." 

I replied curiously, "Really?? And who would this person be?" 

The coach said, "Dave Brown. He is a master in the technique 
department." 

I said, "OK, if he thinks he can handle me, I'll give him a try." I then 
flexed my biceps again knowing that the coach would have a full erection 
in a few seconds. I gave them a few more flexes before getting up and on 
my way out the door I flexed my glutes for him. I heard the coach make a 
grunting sound and I knew that he had to be fully erect by that time. 

Just as I had stepped out the door, I heard the coach say, "Mary, could 
you close the door please." Gee, I wonder what he was going to do in 
there all alone? Probably finish off what I had started. 

**** 

That weekend our team went to the division finals and, as I expected, we 
emerged victorious. Once again I was the team's key to victory with 6 
sacks, 22 tackles and 3 touchdowns. 

Upon victory the team came to lift me onto their shoulders, but instead 
I hoisted the quarterback and one of the linemen off of the ground and 
onto each of my shoulders. The crowd went wild at the sight of me 
carrying these two around the field amidst the other teammates. While 
they were up there, I flexed my biceps a couple of times which made them 
each raise a good 3 to 4 inches higher in the air. 

The quarterback looked down at me and said, "My God Mary, your muscles 
are incredible." 

I looked up at him and said with a smile, "I know they are!" Then I gave 
my arms one more hard flex pushing my steely muscles into their legs. 

By the time we got off of the playing field and I let the two guys down, 
my biceps had swollen to a size they had never reached before. They had 
to be at least 21" around. I felt to big and strong and I ran back out 
to the crowd and flexed my muscles for at least two minutes to non-stop 
cheering. They absolutely loved my muscles and that gave me a feeling of 
pride and strength that I had never felt before. 

**** 

The next day in school, everyone (teachers included) wanted me to flex 
my biceps and feel them. Of course I was delighted to show off my 
massive arms to my adoring fans. Even my future wrestling training 
partner Dave Brown was checking out my muscles. In fact, he was into my 
muscles more than most people. This struck me as kind of odd and it lead 
me to the conclusion that he was interested in doing more with me than 
just showing me wrestling technique. I knew that I had to keep an eye on 
everything he was doing when we started practicing together to make sure 
he didn't try anything I didn't want him to do. Then again, he was 
really cute, so who's to say I'd mind. 

**** 

After school that day, Dave and I got together to work on teaching me 
wrestling technique. We were both wearing our wrestling tights (not pro-
wrestling tights!) and we started. 

Dave said we should start with the basics like the starting position and 
a couple of standard holds. 

I let him take charge of the session and I did whatever he requested. 
The whole time I was doing my best to keep my great strength at bay so I 
wouldn't hurt him. 

I learned a lot in that first session and although I had my guard up in 
the event he tried something, I was a bit disappointed that he didn't 
try anything with me. Maybe I was reading more into the way he had felt 
my muscles than there actually was. After all, the whole damn school was 
praising them. 

When I walked out of the locker room after having showered and changed, 
Dave was standing there waiting for me. He said, "You know Mary I was 
very impressed by how quickly you picked up everything I was showing 
you. I thought you were much stronger though." 

I smiled at him and said, "I am a whole lot stronger than I showed you 
in there, I didn't want to hurt you. I want you to teach me more before 
I do that...he he he." 

He looked at me and said jokingly, "Ah I see, you're going to use me and 
then kick my ass... I see how you work. OK, just be nice about it 
though." 

I said, "Yep, that's exactly how I'm going to deal with you." 

He then said, "So, what are you up to now, do you want to go grab a bite 
to eat or something?" 

I asked, "Are you asking me out to dinner?" 

He stammered, "Well I suppose I am since it is about dinner time and we 
would get something to eat. Are you OK with that?" 

I smiled and said, "Sure, lets go." 

We decided to go for pizza at the corner restaurant in town. Being that 
it was Monday night, the place was completely empty except for the two 
of us and the employees. Apparently my fame as a football player went 
beyond the bounds of the high school because the owner had said that the 
food was on the house as long as I showed him my muscles... no problem 
for me! 

When we were eating, Dave asked me how I had gotten so strong. 

I told him, "Well I started lifting when I was 11 because my brother's 
girlfriend at the time had really big muscles and I liked the way she 
was able to handle herself. Actually she was the same age as me then and 
her muscles then were about as big as mine now." 

Dave said, "Really, what happened to her? Does she still live around 
here?" 

I replied, "No, she moved away about 2 years ago. My brother broke up 
with her around that time so I have no idea what she is doing now. The 
amazing thing about her was that she didn't even lift weights. She was 
just naturally strong and muscular from years of hard work on the farm." 

He said with a smile, "Well I have to say that you have the biggest 
muscles I have ever seen in my life... on a man or a woman. 

I said, "Thank you Dave, these babies are the result of lots and lots of 
lifting." I then flexed my right bicep for him to see. 

He started to reach for my arm to feel my muscle, then retracted his 
hand and asked, "Do you mind if I feel your muscle?" 

I said, "Of course not Dave. After all you're my wrestling partner, your 
touching my arm is probably the least contact you will have with me at 
one time... feel all you want." 

His face lit up with a bright smile and he placed him hand on my flexed 
bicep and started to squeeze. He said, "My God, they're so hard I can't 
even make a dent in them." 

I smiled and said, "Don't feel too bad, even I can't make a dent in 
them, they are very hard. You commented about how you thought I was 
stronger than I had shown you when we were wrestling... want to see how 
strong I am?" 

He said, "OK, how are you going to show me?" 

I still had my arm flexed with his hand on my bicep. I said, "Take your 
hand, both if you like, and try to pull my forearm from this position. I 
bet you can't do it." 

He smiled at me and said, "Come on now, I know that I can pull your arm 
down if I use both hands." 

I smugly replied, "Oh you think that you are that strong, would you care 
to place a wager on it?" I really don't know why, but I was suddenly 
starting to feel an attraction toward Dave... a sexual one! 

He said, "Sure, if I pull your arm down, you have to go out with me this 
weekend." 

My initial instincts were right on the money, Dave WAS attracted to me. 

I said, "OK, I can agree to that. But if you can't pull my arm down in 
one minute, you have to give me a kiss right here, right now." 

At first I wasn't sure whether I had taken the bet too far because he 
was quiet for a second, but then he smiled and said, "Sure I can do 
that, but it's not much of a penalty for losing." 

I then cocked my arm up in a mighty bicep flex and said, "I'm ready 
whenever you are David... start pulling." 


He grabbed my wrist with both hands and started pulling. He started off 
easy at first, but he quickly realized that he would have to use all of 
his strength. I decided to play with him a bit, so I let my arm be 
pulled toward him a couple of inches before I pulled him back toward me 
again. I did this over and over throughout the minute, each time letting 
him pull my arm just a little farther and pulling him back in a little 
farther. He was giving it everything he had, and to not have him feel 
really much weaker than me, I tried to look like I was putting in some 
effort too even though I really wasn't. 

The minute finally came to an end and my arm was still in the upright 
position and my bicep was incredibly pumped up by this time. Dave looked 
at me, shook his head and smiled, "Mary, you are even stronger than I 
thought you were." His eyes turned to my bicep and he placed both of his 
hands on it to feel it's girth. "Your muscles are absolutely beautiful, 
they're so big and strong." 

I pumped my bicep for him a few times, then I placed my hand behind his 
head and pulled him toward me. I said, "You know, we did have a little 
bet going there and I won. Now it's time to pay off your debt." I then 
pulled him closer and our lips locked. 

That was the first time I had ever kissed a boy for real. Since I had 
spent the past couple of years doing nothing but lifting weights with my 
free time, I pretty such didn't bother with boys. But now that I had 
kissed one, I was definitely into them. I had never experienced anything 
like it before in my life, I felt his kiss through my whole body, 
especially in my 'special' area. 

That night, Dave walked me home and we stopped walking every now and 
then for a long and passionate kiss. Each time he'd kiss me, I could 
feel his hands caressing my biceps and it felt oh so good. 

When I finally got home I was so happy I felt like I was walking on 
clouds. I thought to myself that I had wasted the past couple of years 
of my life hating men because of what that pervert Derek had done to our 
family when I was 12. But now, Dave had me completely turned around on 
the subject. After sitting quietly in my room enjoying what I had just 
done, I decided to head down to the basement to hit the weights. 

That night I worked out harder than I ever had in my life and I was 
lifting so much weight I was even amazed myself. When I was finally 
finished lifting, my body was so packed with blood-bloated muscle that I 
looked bigger than I had ever looked before. In fact, on my way to bed, 
my Mom had even commented on the size of my muscles saying that I looked 
absolutely huge and beautiful at the same time. The thing of it is, she 
was right. I was glowing from the inside through all those muscles... my 
passion for Dave had done something to me and I would never be the same 
again. 

**** 

The next way in school, I saw Dave first thing in the morning and I was 
so happy to see him that I almost ran to him. He was standing at his 
locker and I snuck up behind him and lifted him into the air. At first 
he was startled (as most people are when they are picked up without 
warning) and didn't know who was lifting him, but he quickly realized 
that I was the only one in school who could handle him so easily. 

I sat him back onto the ground and he faced me and said, "Good morning 
Mary, I have to tell you that I couldn't stop thinking about you last 
night." 

I replied, "I know what you mean Dave, I couldn't stop thinking about 
you last night either. In fact when I got home last night I worked out 
and all I could do was think about you... I got the best workout of my 
life too." 

He smiled and said, "That's great... did I tell you that you look 
beautiful today. Something about you looks different than before. I 
don't know what it is, but I like it." He then leaned toward me and gave 
me a sweet little peck of the lips. 

He pulled back and I looked at him and smiled and said, "I think we can 
do better than that." I then pulled him toward me and we locked into a 
deep, passionate kiss. I was so into it, I didn't ever realize that I 
has lifted him off of the ground with my hands on his ass. 

Throughout that day in school, each time we saw one another it was the 
same thing. We greeted one another with a deep kiss. To the best of my 
knowledge, no one was looking, but for all I know, the whole school 
could have been there each time. I was so into kissing him, that was the 
only thing on my mind. 

**** 

Once again Dave and I met after school to work on my wrestling 
technique. In all honesty, I really didn't know how this was going to go 
because our passion for one another was so intense. I was curious as to 
whether we'd do any wrestling at all. 

We met in the wrestling room and at first we looked at each other and 
just started kissing one another, but after a few minutes Dave pulled 
away and said that we should start doing what we were suppose to do 
there. I agreed and we started wrestling. 

We went through a series of moves, all of which I picked up very quickly 
before we decided to try a head-to-head match. 

Dave was starting on top and he said, "Do me a favor and don't unleash 
all of your strength on me... I wouldn't stand a chance if you did." 

I said, "OK Dave, I'll do the best I can, but that's all I can do. I 
will overpower you either way." 

He replied, "Fair enough, are you ready?" 

We started and even though I was much stronger than him, I wasn't able 
to control him the way I had anticipated. He was so quick and efficient 
with his moves that I was doing my best to not get pinned. Literally, I 
couldn't get my hands on him. 

Finally I got a hold on his one arm and at that point I knew he was 
mine. I immediately turned him onto his back and had him pinned within a 
matter of seconds. While still holding him in the hold I had used to pin 
him, I said, "Well well well, it looks like I've got you now and there's 
nothing you can do about it." 

He smiled back at me and said, "You know you're right, I'm completely at 
your mercy... do with me what you please." 

I then leaned in and gave him a kiss while still holding him to the mat. 
He didn't seem to mind at all, so I continued kissing him like that and 
I could feel his free hand on my bicep for a second before it moved onto 
my left breast. At first I was startled and I wanted to break him in 
half, but then I realized that I wasn't at all bothered by this... I was 
actually enjoying it very much. We continued kissing with me holding him 
down to the mat with his hand massaging my breasts. (By the way, my 
breasts weren't very large at the time, no more than a "B" cup... nice 
though). 

I finally released him from the hold but he stayed on the floor with me 
over top of him. Without thinking I moved my hand toward his crotch and 
slid my fingers along his cock which was as hard as a steel bar. I then 
began to massage his dick gently with my hand which delighted him to no 
end. 

The next think I knew, he had moved his hand from my breasts down to my 
pussy which was already wet by this time. He began rubbing his fingers 
along my pussy while I was still massaging his dick in my hand. Suddenly 
I felt something inside of myself I had never felt before. Every muscle 
in my body flexed and tightened at once. Apparently this is what an 
orgasm felt like... it was absolutely wonderful, more than words could 
describe. I heard him let our a grunt of pain and relief. When I has my 
orgasm I was jerking on his dick so hard and tight that I made him blow 
him load. 

We laid there enjoying the moment for several minutes before I turned to 
Dave and said, "Well, I guess that's it for practice huh? I'm sure if I 
pull out that move, there won't be a man alive who can beat me." 

We laid there laughing and Dave said, "I think you're right about that 
and I think that I have taught just about everything that I can teach 
you about wrestling. You're going to kick some major ass once the season 
starts." 

I said, "I know I will, with these muscles combined with what you have 
taught me, I'm going to be unstoppable." 

**** 

Dave and I continued to go out for quite some time and our love for one 
another continued to grow. Along with that, our sex life also became 
more intimate. 

As far as wrestling, I went on to an undefeated season with great ease 
all the way up to the state championship. It was there I found out what 
had happened to my brother's ex-girlfriend Tammy. She was also into 
wrestling and her and I had to lock up at the state finals. That match 
was something to behold and it ignited feelings and emotions in me that 
I never knew I had, but that is another story...