Alpha Girls -Pt. 3 - Tammy 
by Musclehead



Bob Taylor was an unhappy man. His wife had left him years earlier, calling
him a wimp. She had been a college athlete and continued to always keep
herself fit. Bob, not so much. In reality, she was a bit of a bitch, very high
maintenance, and Bob worked long hours to earn enough money to keep her happy,
so he had no time to take care of himself. He became impotent partly due to
his lack of fitness, and partly because she was such an emasculating bitch.
Eventually she met a young stud at the gym and started getting her sexual
gratification outside the home. Soon enough she left him. Bob sued for
abandonment, winning custody of the children, Ted and Amy.

As his daughter, Amy grew into young womanhood, she quickly proved herself to
be amazingly good at everything she did. In addition to being extremely
intelligent, she seemed from a young age to be able to read people and
instinctively understand what was going on inside their heads. She was also
beautiful. Topping it all off, she was a superlative athlete with every
physical gift imaginable. She was fast, coordinated, flexible, had amazing
reflexes and topping it off, was very, very strong.

By the time she was at the end of her freshman year in high school, she ran
the household. She was mostly kind to her brother, Ted, who had always been
her defender when they were younger. He was nine years older than her and she
always looked up to him. But as she developed into an awesome physical
specimen, she realized he was a total nerd and he was the one who needed
defending.

Her father, on the other hand, she had nothing but contempt for. She was
already stronger than him when she was twelve and could kick his ass with
ease. Of course that was true with the majority of the people she met. And he
really wasn't that much of a wimp. He was just mild mannered, and in reality,
very few guys could be compared to his daughter without coming out on the
wimpier side of the equation. Anyway, also compared to Amy's forceful
personality, the former wife was a walk in the park.

Amy also knew that her father had the hots for her body, part of her ability
to be able to read people. Even though she made his life miserable, the fact
that she was so physically superior to him excited him. He started getting
boners again and even though he was glad of that, he could do nothing about it
except masturbate. He tried not to think about his daughter, knowing it was
wrong, so he would think about other strong women, but inevitably she would
re-appear in his fantasies because she was the strongest.

So, now she was off at college and Ted was back living at home, since he was
in that limbo that so many young people are in, not being in a good enough job
that allowed him to pay off his student loans and pay rent in an apartment and
feed himself.

Ted was out for the evening, and Bob was watching TV. He often watched Big
Bang Theory. It's funny how something that can make a person feel so awful,
like a wife leaving because she wasn't sexually satisfied, or a daughter that
was way stronger when she was twelve, can break a man's spirit but also be
something that excites. When Bob watched his favorite show he always
fantasized about Penny being able to take on any one of the brainiacs who she
hung with. Actually, that probably wasn't too far off the mark, she probably
could.

So, Bob happened to be watching the episode when Penny and Sheldon wrestle for
about two seconds, and as his mind wandered and his penis swelled, he thought
about pulling it out right there and potentially staining the sofa cushion.
And then the doorbell rang. Who could that be, he wondered as he quickly
pulled his Pajama bottoms back up and got up to answer the door.

"Tammy, what are you doing here? You know that Amy is away at college, don't
you?"

"Oh, Yes, Mr. Taylor. I just came to check on you. Amy asked me to check in.
With no women in the house, I was wondering if you're one of those old
fashioned guys who needs a woman to make the dinner, and stuff like that."

"Are you kidding? I've been cooking for Ted and Amy for years."

"May I come in?"

"Of course. Where are my manners?"

They sat down, Tammy noticing what TV show was tuned in, even though the sound
was off. "I'm surprised you're watching Big Bang Theory. Well, actually
probably not."

He looked at her quizzically, wondering if she could read his mind as well as
his daughter could. "Anyway, Tammy, why did you say you're here? Amy could
care less how I'm doing. She looks down on me like she does with so many
people, as inferior beings. But you're not like her. I mean, you're nice and
you're not a physically imposing and intimidating person like her."

"First, Mr. Taylor, a couple of things we need to get straight here. I am like
your daughter, just smaller, as you may have noticed if you didn't spend so
much time staring at HER body. And, in case you were wondering why I'm not at
college, well I got a full scholarship just like all the other girls in our
group, but I decided to take a year off and concentrate on getting just
getting as strong as I possibly can. Being the smallest of our group has
motivated me. Anyway, she didn't ask me to see how you were doing. She asked
me to make sure you weren't mis-behaving. And I see I caught you in the act."

"Wwwwhat do you mean?"

There are two reasons to watch that show, and only one of them can be done
with the sound off. You're ogling Penny, and probably since you have such a
thing for your strong daughter, you're probably fantasizing about Penny being
stronger than any of the nerdy brainy guys on the show."

"No, it's not like that. I was just ... "

"It's exactly like that. Remember, everyone in our little group of alpha
girls, we're all super smart and super observant. I could tell that you had a
bit of a boner when you answered the door." She stopped talking for a minute
and stood up, turning around towards the couch, right in front of Bob. "If
that's what turns you on, Mr. Taylor, you should know that I have a much
better, much stronger body than Penny." Tammy started to pull her sweat pants
down when Mr. Taylor jumped up to stop her.

"Tammy, stop. You can't be striping in front of your friend's father, and
you're only eighteen." A strong hand went to his chest and very forcefully
pushed him back down.

"You stare at your daughter's body all the time, you pervert. Well, she's not
the only on around here with a lot of muscle. Yes, she has the most, but pound
for pound, she and I are very similar, as you'll see." He tried to get up
again and this time as he leaned to push himself up, he was met with a knee to
the chin, crashing him back into a seated position, somewhat dazed.

When he came out of his funk, Tammy was standing there in very small, very
tight workout shorts. She had on a tee shirt with the sleeves torn off, and
tied up under breasts that were every bit as big as Carol's, and on a much
smaller body. Tammy's torso was, if anything, more detailed than any of the
other girls. "See, Mr. Taylor, you were so busy having incestuous thoughts
that you didn't even notice me. Look at my arms and legs. Don't you think I'm
just a smaller version of your daughter? I can see your boner. You want to
fuck me, don't you?"

"No, it's not like ... "

"Shut up. Yes, you do." She went out to the middle of the room, the stretchy
material emphasizing each movement of her muscular ass. Above the short
shorts, the dimples where the glutes meet the lower back were very pronounced
in their detail. Her shoulders were very broad in relationship to her tight
hard waist. Turning around to face him, Tammy went down into a full French
split, legs straight out to the sides. "You know, some consider me to be the
better gymnast compared Amy, but she got so much attention for being bigger
and being so fucking strong."

Putting her hands together on the floor in front of her, Tammy lifted her
torso and legs off the carpeting, slowly brought her legs towards the front,
into a v and then with total control, brought her body back and up, her legs
following until she was in a perfect handstand. She held it absolutely still
for a few seconds before flipping to her feet. Bob sat there frozen, wondering
where all this was leading, but afraid to move. "Mr. Taylor, do you remember
back last summer when you came out to the pool when Amy was getting ready to
clean Bill's clock? Nod your head."

She went back into another handstand and then she started doing a bunch of
handstand pushups. She stopped but remained in that upside down position.

"We all had a good laugh when you high tailed it out of there. I'm sure you
saw how messed up Bill was later that evening?" No comment. "Answer me now,
Mr. Taylor."

"Yyyes, yes, I remember. She didn't need to rough him up so badly. I'm sure he
could figure out that she was much stronger than him."

"She didn't."

"Huh?"

"I'm the one that fucked him up." Tammy bounced to her feet and slowly walked
towards Mr. Taylor. "Pound for pound, I'm just as strong as any of the other
girls in our group. I picked him up over my head and dropped him behind me at
the end of my trouncing of his fat ass." Tammy got a little closer. " Actually
I should say was just as strong." As she talked, she peeled off her workout
shorts, dropping them to her ankles before stepping out of them. She had
"almost not there" panties on, mere strings on the sides, running right along
her detailed devil's horns. The little triangle over her pussy said "Mighty
Mite".

"What do you mean?" As scared as he was, Mr. Taylor found himself getting
aroused by the beauty of her perfect athletic body.

"I told you I wanted to spend this year, while all my friends are away at
school, getting as strong as possible. So I've started taking steroids."

"That's not good for you."

"Shut up you little weasel. Anyway, they're estrogen based, like the European
women use, not testosterone, so that they don't cause all the problems with
deep voices and facial hair, shit like that. In fact, they enhance femininity
even as they build muscle and strength. My tits have gotten bigger and fuller
since I started on the stuff." As she spoke, she pulled her shirt over her
head. Her tits were large, round and as firm as every other square inch of her
body. "My strength has gone through the roof, as you're about to find out."

One more step and Tammy leaped at him, landing on his lap her knees on either
side of him. Her hard body had smashed into his soft one, driving him back
onto the couch. Quickly, she was on her feet, standing on the couch, grabbing
the back of his head and pushing her crotch into his face. Showing some of
that athletic gymnastics ability, Tammy pushed off with her strong legs,
leaping backwards and pulling his head and body along. In mid-air, she brought
her legs out and up over his shoulders, and then back, capturing his arms,
forcing them straight out to the sides. In the same movement, she threw her
head back and flipped them both head over heels, landing on the floor, Mr.
Taylor on his back, Tammy on his head. Her fabric covered pussy never lost
contact with his face.

Now that she didn't have to hold onto his head, she used one hand to pull the
tiny patch of her panties to the side. "Lick. Lick good, Mr. Taylor." But he
resisted, so she reached back with both arms, grabbed his legs at the ankles,
bringing them forward to the sides of her body and pinning his feet to the
floor by his head. He wasn't all that flexible, and the pain caused him to
scream into her pussy, putting her over the edge immediately, bouncing up and
down until he thought she'd break his neck.

After a few minutes, she got up and just kind of walked around his prone body,
disdainfully looking down at his almost lifeless form. "You never thought a
little five foot two inch, hundred and ten pound girl could generate so much
power, did you, Mr. Taylor? Well, I'm not a hundred and ten, I'm one
thirty-five. And even though you're not a total wimp, well, compared to me you
are. Since Amy's away, I'm going to be her substitute.

Tammy stepped over him with one leg, straddling him at his waist, her hands on
her hips, staring down at him. As he looked up at her powerful body in that
domineering stance, he knew she could take Amy's place easily. "I know what
you're thinking, that I'm just a smaller version of Amy. And I'm turning you
on just as much as she did. But you knew that that was forbidden fruit. At
least you won't have that guilt with me." She looked down at his crotch. He
was wearing pajamas and it was obvious that he was totally under her spell.
Bending at the waist, she grabbed his waistband with one hand, then stood back
up, lifting him off the floor, her thick arm exploding in detail.

Soon enough, even though his weight was no problem for her, it was too much
for the soft fabric and his PJ bottoms started to tear. Tammy just stood there
like a rock until they completely gave way and he thumped back down onto the
floor. She knelt down beside him and started to pull them the rest of the way
off. "No, Tammy, we can't do this." He began to struggle, trying to sit up.
Before he got very far a hand to his face pushed him back to the floor.

He squirmed and kicked his legs as both hands went to her forearm but he
couldn't budge her hand. Peering through her fingers up her arm, the muscles
so pronounced, the veins so thick, he knew he had no chance. Soon enough, his
pajama bottoms were off. "Wow, Mr. Taylor," she let go of his head, but put a
knee on his chest. "You're pretty well hung for a being such a wuss." Indeed,
his dick was hard as a rock. Almost eight inches long. "How could your ex not
have liked that?"

"Please, don't ask me about that."

"Well, it doesn't matter. You're certainly look like you're ready to perform
for me. I must really turn you on." She got up for a second, and slipped her
tiny panties off and he could see for the first time what his mouth had
already felt, that she was clean shaven. Even though Bob was ready to explode,
another part of him didn't want to be sexually assaulted by this woman who he
outweighed by fifty pounds. He didn't know if he could take any more
humiliation. Too bad. As he tried to get up, Tammy's quickness was too much to
handle. She again straddled him, but this time facing his body and slammed
herself down and back, knocking the sitting up Bob onto his back once again,
her sweet snatch right in his face, in spite of his protests.

"You know what to do, Mr. Taylor. He tried to resist, so she brought her
thighs inward for just a few seconds, and gave a mighty squeeze. Going back to
the previous position, "it's lick or I pop your head right off. And this time
I want you to stick it way in there." As he tentatively stuck his tongue in,
he felt her lick his shaft from the base all the way up to the tip. She lifted
her head for a second and watched it twitch, then she did it again. Suddenly,
he groaned and she grabbed it with her strong little hand, stopping him
instantly. The next groan was one of frustration.

This went on for half an hour, Bob dutifully keeping up the licking, Tammy
teasing his cock in all sorts of ways as she had one orgasm after another.
Finally, she held on to his penis as she sat up, grinding and bouncing on his
poor head even more vigorously than before. After a few minutes, she let go
and sat back, still on his face, and fondled her breasts as she watched him
shoot a load worthy of a horny teenager.

He was so exhausted that he just lay there. "I knew it. You should feel lucky,
Mr. Taylor. I knew that what excited you about your daughter was that she was
so strong and could make you do anything she wanted. Well now you have a new
muscle goddess to excite you." Slipping her panties back on, knowing that
these were ones that Amy had given her for her birthday and that she would
recognize them, she went and sat on Bob again, the fabric right at his chin,
the inscription still readable. Using her phone, she snapped a picture of his
face and her crotch.

"What are you doing? Please don't do that, please."

"Let me tell you something, Mr. Taylor. Amy didn't ask me to come and check on
you. None of us do things like what I did to you without asking her first. I
want her to know what I did without her permission." With that, she sent Amy a
text with the picture. The message: "My new sex slave. Do something about it."

"Why? she'll kill you."

"I plan on avoiding her, like if she comes home for Christmas or something,
until next summer. By then I will be up to one sixty, all steroid infused
muscle, only five pounds less than her. I love her and she's my friend. But
all of the girls, especially Amy, always picked on me because I was the
smallest. This summer I plan on tearing her a new one."

She got up and finished dressing. "I own you now. You are only here to serve
me. If you get to have pleasure from this, I don't care, but you are here for
me from now on. Got that?" She turned and went out the door, leaving him lying
there, his lower body covered in his on semen. And even though he realized
that now there was another dominant female to torment his life, she turned him
on like crazy.