Alpha Girls, Pt. 2 - College 
by Musclehead



The classroom still had blackboards, instead of Promethium Boards, on three
sides to allow enough space for complex mathematical equations. The professor,
a mild looking man in his early forties was trying to cope with an answer to
the latest complicated problem. But Amy already knew the answer and to her it
was simple. Even though her main sport was gymnastics, Amy had chosen Harvard,
a school not known as a gymnastics powerhouse, because she knew academics were
more important and that this would be the only place where she might be
challenged.

"Young lady," he looked down at his seating chart, "Amy, it's not that
simple."

"Yes it is, Professor Dweeb, and it would be wise not contradict me again."

As her startled classmates giggled nervously, the professor shot back. "That
was rather impertinent, Miss Taylor. I suggest you prove yourself."

Even though it was hot outside, Amy knew the classrooms would be air
conditioned and when your bodyfat levels are very low and you're sitting, you
can get cold, so she was covered up with jeans and a sweatshirt. Nevertheless,
as she strode to the board, everyone could see that there was one fine ass
under those tight jeans and even if it didn't register, larger than average
legs and broad shoulders. And she carried herself with the grace and
confidence of an elite athlete, although she was far beyond merely elite.

After a couple minutes she put the chalk down and stared at the professor with
such intensity that it scared him. "Like I said, it's not a good idea to
contradict me. See me after class."

As she walked back to her seat, Professor Dweeb laughed nervously along with
the class. "Usually the teacher says that to the student."

Turning sharply back in his direction, Amy repeated herself. "After class, I
said." The teacher surprised himself by acquiescing to the stern young woman.
Her classmates didn't know what to think about her self-assured, almost
domineering comments to the teacher, but they could see that right about the
equation.

After all the other students filed out of the classroom, Amy got up and slowly
walked towards the professor, unzipping her sweatshirt and tossing it aside.
She was wearing an impossible tight pink wife beater, her shoulders and arms
exploding into view, her nipples pushing on the fabric like a couple of
bullets. As he backed up until he bumped into the wall, Professor Dweeb
stammered, "Young lady, I can see that you're clearly an athlete, and your
muscles are very intimidating, but I will not give you an A just so you can
stay in your sport, whatever that is."

"Gymnastics along with 4 other sports. I'm so good, I'm allowed to do two
sports at once, even though scheduling is a bitch. And I don't need you to
give me an A. I could teach your fucking course better than you do." When she
had closed the gap between them, she put her hands on the wall on either side
of him and started to lean in. "Do you feel how hard my body is? Can you
fathom how strong I am?"

The professor was shaking with fear. "Please don't hurt me."

He was found the next morning, tied to his chair with his necktie, his arms
around the back of the chair. His face was glistening with girl goo. Every bit
of the complex math equation was gone except the original problem and Amy's
clear and concise answer. The rest of the boards on all three sides of the
room were covered with the sentence, "I will not contradict Amy ever again,"
written hundreds of times.

Meanwhile, across campus, the women's volleyball team was practicing against
the men's team and having a pretty easy time of it. Their ability to beat a
team that averaged three inches taller than them was due to the newest and
shortest member of the team. At five-nine on a team that averaged six-one,
Carol was simply the most phenomenal jumper they had ever seen. Even when
you're that much shorter, seven inches less than most of the men, it helps to
have a fifty-four inch vertical jump off the wooden floor. That's quite an
advantage over the next nearest at thirty-six jump. To see her go right over
top of these tall skinny guys was quite something.

And since she was strong in the upper body as well, her hits were hard, very
hard, During warm-ups, when no one was blocking, she always put on quite a
show, hitting the ball straight down with such power that some of them bounced
up and hit the ceiling forty-fve feet up. A couple of times during those
warm-ups, her waist was level with the top of the net and she was striking the
ball in front of her body instead of above her head. It was something to see.
If the astonished spectators only knew that her gymnast friend got even higher
during some of her tumbling runs, they would know they were witnessing
athletes performing on a whole different level from anything they had ever
seen..

Teams usually put their quickest hitter as a middle hitter. And as the highest
jumper and with those super-fast reflexes, Carol was a natural for the middle.
With those skills, coupled with that power and stamina, her teammates went to
her a lot for the put away hits. After a while the men often anticipated the
set going to Carol and would sometimes get up a triple block. Not that it
mattered. She would simply go over top, or from her sky high advantage, she
could slice such tight angles to go past them and still put the ball on the
floor with authority.

Carol and Amy had the option to live together or in private rooms, suites
actually, something few other students ever get to do, part of the benefit of
having a full athletic/academic scholarship. They opted to live separately,
since both liked to have sex on an almost nightly basis, and that would make
it easier. In fact, Amy went back to her apartment by herself this night,
somewhat tired after three hours of gymnastics practice and an hour and a half
in the weight room. But one of the male volleyball players was totally smitten
with Carol which was fine with her. As she invited him back to her place she
asked, "so you don't mind a girl who's really strong?"

"No, I think it's hot, probably makes for better sex too."

"Oh, it does, and I'm just as energetic in bed as I am on the court."

"Cool."

"So it's okay that I'm stronger than you?"

"What makes you think you're stronger?"

"Well, I jump a lot high and I hit as hard as any man out there."

"Well, I'll concede that you're legs sure are strong. I could see all the
muscle and your amazing butt in those tight shorts, but you probably hit as
hard because you jump so high that you don't need to expend a lot of energy
worrying about the block, you can put all your focus into your hit. I gotta
admit, when you went right over the block of our tallest guy who's ten inches
taller than you, well, that was pretty amazing. And you weren't just a little
above his block, your hand was a good foot and a half higher than his
fingertips."

"Did that turn you on?"

Embarrassed, Todd looked down. "Yeah," he said quietly.

"It's okay. I've had that reaction before. By the way, it's fist."

"What?"

"I hit with a closed fist. Gets more pop on the ball. I can do it because I'm
so high up and I have total confidence that I'm not gonna get blocked. Anyway,
trust me, it's not just my legs."

"What do ... "

"Shhhh. Let's just go back to my place and fuck before you say something
stupid. Sex is what you want, isn't it? I know that's what I want. I've heard
that tall, lean guys are all cock."

A little while later they were at her apartment. "This place is really nice,
Carol. How can you afford it?"

I'm on a full academic/athletic scholarship. I graduated high school with a
weighted 4.9 average. Do you know what that is?" He shook his head no. "You
get extra credit for advanced placement courses, college credit courses. I
aced every A.P. test. And you saw me on the volleyball court. I can pretty
much write my own ticket. Now," she pointed to a door at the end of the
hallway, "You go take a shower in there. I'm gonna take one in the shower
attached to my bedroom."

"Can't we just shower together?"

"No, I'm not ready to let you see the rest of my body until the moment is
right. Now go. And scrub that thing real good."

A little while later Todd came out of the bathroom in his underwear. It was
obvious he was sporting wood. Carol was standing at the kitchen counter
finishing off a blender full of protein drink. She was wearing a short white
terry-cloth bathrobe. Turning to him, "Oh, did you start without me?"

"No, I think I just am excited about the prospect of making it with a woman
who is arguably more athletic than me."

"Well why don't you go in there. That's the bedroom. When I get in there,
you'd better have those tidy whities off and you better be big." She came in
only a minute later and stood in the doorway. He was already getting erect and
his size did not disappoint. "You know, what you just said a minute ago, about
me being more athletic? Well, I think it's time to show you that I'm stronger
too, since you doubted me."

Carol dropped her robe at her feet. She was wearing the obligatory super tight
wife beater, but she had cut it short and hemmed it right under her awesome
breasts, (sewing being just one more thing she could do). The hem pulled it so
tight that her breasts appeared to stick out even more than usual. It might be
remembered that she was somewhat muscular during the summer when she trounced
Fred for Bill's benefit, but she had been going a little easy on her workouts
during the summer break. Now that she was in school and volleyball season had
started, she had intensified her workouts. Her musculature was more pronounced
now, almost rivaling Amy. Her stomach was hard and flat and her superman thong
hid almost nothing.

Todd's jaw dropped as his bad boy instantly became totally erect. "I hope you
like it rough," Carol said as she crossed the room and pounced on him. In no
time at all, the S logo was plastered on his face and his arms were tucked in
the folds behind her knees. Twisting to her powerful torso, she reached and
wrapped his legs together, securing them with one arm, before straightening
back out. With her free hand, she pulled the red and blue patch aside and
started grinding her clean shaven pussy on his face, reaching around the back
of his head and pulling him in tighter.

After a half an hour in this position, Carol suddenly let him go and stood up
at the foot of the bed. "Do you still doubt that I'm stronger than you?"

"You took me by surprise."

"You idiot. Can't you see how much fuller and rounder my muscles are compared
to you long stringy ones? Get up." He did as told, his erection even harder
now, sticking straight out more than ten inches. Pulled her top off and Todd
was astonished at how tits that big and firm could stick straight out. His
dick seemed to get even harder in response, if that's possible. Carol laid
down on the bed on her back. "I want that big boy in me right now. After we
couple, I want you to pin my arms and legs down and try to keep me there while
you fuck me."

Todd was so excited he started coming before he could even get full on the bed
on his knees. Change of plans, she thought to herself. Showing her quickness,
Carol slid between and under the tall guy's legs until her head was near that
monster and she took him into her mouth. He came hugely and then, gazing down
at her, "I don't need to be inside of you. This is just great. Keep sucking,
chickie."

Suddenly, Todd was flying forwards, landing on his stomach, Carol following
him, landing on his back facing his feet. "Nobody tells me what to do and
nobody calls me chickie," she shouted at him angrily. She grabbed his ankles,
separating them, lifting one high while one stayed on the bed. This caused his
lower back to twist and painfully arch at the same time. Carol turned
sideways, stuck one leg between his and then shoved his dick inside her. She
got up on her knees, let go of his forward leg, her thigh that was between his
legs keeping it in place. With her now free hand, she grabbed him under his
chin, pulling him back, his lower back getting bent even farther in the wrong
direction, while her hand that was still on his other ankle started pulling
that leg up towards his body and head.

She then proceeded to fuck the daylights out of him in this totally un-natural
position. Several orgasms later, she let go and he flopped on the bed,
exhausted and in pain. Flipping him over onto his back, Carol, still with an
edge to her voice, spoke. "I was simply going to show you how much stronger I
was, but you pissed me off." Inching up until her crotch was hovering above
his head once again, "Clean all your stuff out of me, get that tongue in there
deep."

Mission accomplished, Carol pulled his beaten body farther forward until his
long upper body was partially leaning against the headboard and then she got
up on her knees, mashing her womanhood against his face once again and each
time she reached an orgasm, thrusting her powerful hips in and out, slamming
his head against the headboard.

Next time the woman's team scrimmaged the men, Todd wasn't there. He had
dropped off the team telling them that he had gotten beaten up by a couple of
big thugs. The next time she saw him across the courtyard between the Ivy
covered buildings, he was wearing a neck brace and had a noticeable limp.
Carol smiled to herself. It didn't have to be that way if he had just accepted
my superiority, she thought to herself.

Back to Amy. Most of the people in that math class figured out that it was Amy
who had tied up the professor with his own tie, but they all thought it was
kind of funny and Professor Dweeb didn't report the incident so nothing came
of it. Now she was about to have a run-in with the gymnastics coach. He had
heard from the trainer that she was hitting the weights pretty intensely. "I
don't want my girls working with weights. You'll lose flexibility and
coordination."

"But it's helped my performance. I've been doing gymnastics since I was 4 and
lifting since I was ten."

"I said no."

"You know, I could go to the athletic director and have you over-ruled. You
know that they wouldn't be happy if I left Harvard. Other schools recruited me
also."

"That wouldn't be allowed under the rules."

"People break rules for my kind of talent."

"You're kind of arrogant."

"Maybe so. I just know that I'm always the best at whatever I do, whether it's
in gymnastics or in the classroom. It's a burden I bear heavily. Ha Ha."

"This is still my team."

"I guess I'll explore other options then." She turned to walk away. I was
hoping I could prove to you that it's not a problem, but you don't seem
interested."

"Wait." She turned around and faced him." "Show me." Standing in front of the
six foot coach, she brought one of her legs up until it was straight up above
her head before setting her foot on his shoulder and then turned and bent at
the waist touching her nose to the foot that was on the ground. Then she
straightened her waist and bent the other way, arching her back and putting
her hand on the floor behind her. Simultaneously bringing her leg off the
floor and the other one off his shoulder, she went into a perfect one arm
handstand, then flipped to her feet.

"So much for flexibility and coordination. Now I want to show you how the
weight training helps in other ways." She went over to the mats preparing to
do a tumbling run that she had never tried but her confidence in her abilities
was un-shakable. At the end of her run, she did a quadruple back flip with
three twists in it, getting so high off the floor it was hard to believe,
higher than her volleyball playing friend.

She came back over and stood in front of the coach, who was frozen in place
with his mouth hanging open, almost mesmerized. Staring at him with those
piercing blue eyes, she seductive whispered, "You want to fuck me, don't you
coach?"

The coach knew his job could be on the line if he had relations with one of
his charges, but, "More than anything in the world. I'd leave my wife for just
one chance."

A couple days later, "Frank, what were you thinking? Or, I should say what
part of your body were you thinking with? I have to let you go. Was it worth
it?"

"Every second."

Amy got a text from Frank asking her to come to his house. "Beg me to come."

"Please, please come."

An hour later, Amy showed up a Frank's house, but to her surprise, she was
greeted, greet being the wrong word, by his wife. "I took his cell phone
before I threw him out." Sharon was in her late thirties, early forties. She
was beautiful and very fit, not in Amy's league, not even close, (but who
is?). "So, now that you've ruined our marriage, what do you have to say for
yourself?"

"I didn't ruin your marriage, he did."

"You seduced him."

"Hardly. I just showed him how my weight training improved my gymnastics
performance."

"That's it?"

"I did a tumbling run and at the end I did a quadruple back flip with some
twists."

"I used to be a gymnast," explained Sharon. "I find it hard to believe."
Sharon was starting to wonder if this young lady was some kind of physical
wonder like all the chatter she had heard had hinted at.

"Well, it's true. I came over after I was done to see if I had convinced him
to let me continue with the weights. Then I saw that look in his eye that I've
seen so many times before, and that was that. I guess I'm not completely
innocent here. After all, I was wearing tight shorts split up the sides to the
waistband and a sports bra. So he had just seen something he thought was
impossible and he was looking at most of my body ... ."

"Lots of gymnasts have great bodies. I'm forty-nine and I still have one."

"Well, what do you think of mine?" She dropped her sweatpants to her ankles
and pulled her hoodie over her head, standing there in matching frilly pink
bra and panties.

Amy smiled as she saw that glazed look wash over Sharon's eyes as her
breathing quickened. Soon enough, Sharon was under her spell and they were on
the soft carpeted floor engaging in an hour of girl love. Afterwards, Sharon
reconsidered throwing her husband out in the street, having a new
understanding of Amy's power and forgiving Frank. Then she thought about it a
little. He didn't have a job now and even though she had never considered
being with a woman before this day, Amy excited her way more than Frank did.

Carol was getting better advice now on training and diet than she did in high
school. She always ate well and her workouts resulted in a fitness and
strength level beyond the results that most people might get from the same
regimen, due to her genetic gifts. But now with a great trainer and an uptake
in her protein, Carol was making quantum leaps in both conditioning and
strength and her musculature showed it.

She didn't just want to be the best female volleyball player in the country
and indeed possess the best vertical leap ever, she wanted to be able to go
head to head with someone who was at once her good friend, her role model and
her nemesis, Amy. The two girls didn't see each other a whole lot since they
were so busy with sports and studies, (and extra-curricular matters of a
sexual nature) so Carol didn't know if Amy was making great gains as well. But
she sure knew that she was.

Remembering how Amy had said she could take on two guys like Fred without too
much trouble, Carol was pretty sure that now she could too. And while she
acknowledged that Amy was stronger and a better fighter, she also thought that
confidence played a huge role in Amy's ability to dispatch just about anyone
quickly and overwhelmingly. Noticing how she was surging ahead of everyone she
came in contact with in volleyball practice and in the weight room, Carol was
gaining more and more confidence every day.

A few weeks later, Carol stopped in at the Quad Grille to have something to
eat after an intense workout in the weight room. She was wearing her sweats,
the logo "Harvard Volleyball" on the back of the sweatshirt. Even with the
sweats, anyone could see that she had a great body and it didn't take long to
attract the attention of Dave. He was a nice guy, kept himself fit, but was
not at the level of anyone who would be playing a sport on the college level.

He did have a thing for athletic women and correctly assumed that Carol fit
the bill. They hit it off right away and she was as attracted to his friendly
intelligent personality as he was to hers. He knew from experience that Carol
probably had a hot body and she correctly assumed that even if he was fit, he
wouldn't be in her league physically, but she had already resigned herself to
the fact that if that was her criteria, she would have slim pickings.

Dave was a gentleman and didn't try to hit on her or anything that evening,
but he did invite her to an off-campus pool party that weekend. "Oh, do you
want to see my hot body in a bikini?" Embarrassed, he looked at the floor.

"I'm sure I do. I am a guy you know, and I've always been attracted to fit
athletic women. I assume you fit the bill since you have a Harvard Volleyball
sweatshirt on."

"Yeah, I'm on the team. Here's my address. What time should I expect you?"

"One." As Carol started to stand up, Dav, always the gentleman, got up first.
Looking a little surprised, "I expected you to be taller. I mean, you're
pretty tall, but aren't most of the girls on the team like over six foot?"

"Yeah. Let's just say I have a pretty good vertical leap. If you know anything
about volleyball, I'm the middle hitter. You have to have not only a good jump
but also be very quick to do that. I have both, plus I hit pretty hard."

"Wow. I can wait to see."

"Which, my body or my hitting?"

"Both." See you Saturday.

Dave proved to be very punctual and Carol came out wearing very short cut-offs
and a long sleeve shirt. "Wow. You look great. I hope you don't mind me saying
that your legs are incredible." He also couldn't help noticing that she had
very broad shoulders and great tits, and even though the shirt wasn't super
tight, she appeared to have bigger arms than the average girl, maybe as big as
his.

When they got there, and he stripped down to his suit, it was her turn to pay
compliments. Dave was about five-ten, only an inch taller than her. He was
similar to Fred as far as fitness and muscularity was concerned. "Dave, you
look great. Are you sure you don't play any sports?"

"Oh, you're too nice. No, I just work out for health, and if it doesn't sound
too stupid, I like to look reasonably good for the ladies."

"Well, mission accomplished. Before I strip down, I hope you don't mind a
little female muscle."

"I've already seen your legs. I think they're awesome."

"Okay, well then ... " Off came the shorts. She didn't have a thong on, but
the suit bottoms were tiny, nonetheless. She turned around and the triangle in
the back only half covered her ass, a very round and muscular ass, made even
more so recently from jumping hundreds of times a day. Fact is, a really
muscular ass is as important an engine for spectacular leaping ability as are
the legs. She pulled her shirt off and he could see the amazingly wide
shoulders, rivaling Amy's now in their perfect roundness. He knew right away
that her arms were bigger than his and more muscular.

She turned around and Dave was instantly hard, those awesome tits barely
covered by two small patches, tit flesh exposed on all sides, thrusting out
off of pecs that clearly had done a lot of weight lifting, standing proudly
above a flat hard core, abs more pronounced than they had been back in the
summer.

Carol quickly drew the attention of just about everyone there, all aware that
this was physical perfection they were witnessing, not just in its beauty, but
as the embodiment of total athletic superiority. At some point Dave was
actually starting to feel a little uncomfortable, she was drawing so much
attention. And then some stupid guy shouted out, "Hey man, how does it feel
being with a woman who could kick your ass?"

Everyone got quiet for a minute. And then Dave responded, "I'm just fine with
it. Carol is an example of not only what women can accomplish, but also prof
that physical superiority is a matter of hard work and genetics, not gender."
Carol knew then and there that this guy was special. And then, "Just think
man, if she can kick my ass easily, just imagine what she could do to you.
Would you like to find out?"

After the guy slinked off, Carol turned to Dave. "That was wonderful. You're
great."

"You probably could ... "

Before he could finish, she knew what he was going to say. "Yes, I could. And
I would kick his ass given the chance, but not yours."

When people found out she was on the volleyball team, everyone was begging her
to join in the ongoing pickup game on the other side of the pool. Carol begged
off, but people persisted. "Okay, just one or two plays." So she went out
there and got in the back row, eventually rotating up to the front. Even
though this was a pickup game, most of the people actually knew how to play a
little.

At some point, she was in the middle and the ball was passed poorly to the guy
to her left who actually put up a decent set. Carol had been holding back, but
instincts got the better of her and when she saw a hittable set, she jumped;
boy did she jump, with just a single step take-off. She twisted her powerful
torso in mid-air and cranked the ball along the net to the right, almost
straight down and very hard, right into the face of the loud mouth who had
taunted Dave earlier. He went down hard, his nose bleeding, actually, they
found out later, broken.

"I'd better stop. I'm sorry if I hurt you." In reality, she wasn't, she had
heard him earlier making lewd comments and insulting her muscles and when she
had entered the game she had caught a glimpse of him on the other team. She
knew exactly what she was doing when she laid him out flat. As they walked
off, a very impressed Dave gushed, "That was the most amazing jump I have ever
seen, and you seemed to do it so easily. Plus your hit was really hard."

So, her great body and her amazing athleticism were much the topic of
conversation all afternoon. And then around four, Amy arrived and the chatter
revolved around two awesomely built women. They hadn't seen each other without
a lot of clothes since school had started. Amy looked pretty much the same.
When you're that far advanced big improvements become harder to achieve. But
as soon as Amy saw Carol, "Girlfriend, I think you're catching up to me. Who's
the lucky dude your with today?"

"This is Dave. He's a great guy and he loves my body. You see that guy over
there? The one with the two black eyes?" She pointed at the guy trying to suck
down a beer while holding an ice pack on his nose. "He wasn't so cool. I broke
his nose with a spike during a pickup volleyball game."

"Kewl, he got what he deserved. Hi Dave. You're a lucky guy."

"Don't I know it."

"How about you girlfriend, who are you with?"

"That MILF over there," she said, pointing to Sharon. As David and Carol
expressed their surprise, Amy went on. She's the wife of the gymnastics coach.
She threw him out after I fucked him. It's a long story but she and I are fast
friends now. So, I'm on the prowl and so is she. She looks great doesn't she?
Used to be a gymnast and still works out. She looks better than ninety-nine
percent of the women here, and it would shock you that she's forty-nine.
Better muscle tone than most of the men and probably stronger. Just shows that
working out is the fountain of youth, not dyeing your hair or getting plastic
surgery. Anyway, see ya around."

After Amy left, Carol looked over at the stunned Dave. "You can close your
mouth now. She's even more awesome than me, don't you think?"

"It doesn't matter. You're both amazing beyond belief."

"Good answer, anyway it's okay. I know she's beyond me, but I'm catching up.
To give you an example of how superior she is, this summer, we decided to play
in a doubles tournament, you know, beach volleyball. I taught her to play in
less than a day. In two weeks, we won the tournament, easily. She can hit the
ball almost as well as me, and I have four inches on her, heightwise, and
eight years of experience. Oh, yeah, it was a men's tournament. They let us
play because there weren't enough women's teams so they let us play, thinking
we'd be knocked out quickly. It didn't work out that way."

About an hour later, a crowd was gathering around a picnic table. Carol and
Dave wandered over to see what was going on, and ran into Amy, who had hooked
up with some guy. He seemed reasonably fit, nothing special. He didn't have as
much muscle as Dave, but was bigger, at six-one and a hundred and ninety-five
pounds or so. Amy spoke first, "this is Carl. Carl, this is Carol and Dave."
Carl shook Dave's hand, but as Carol reached out to shake, he ignored her.
Carol looked over at Amy who had that mischievous twinkle in her eye and Carol
knew instantly that Carl had already proven himself to be somewhat of a
chauvinist before they had met up and that before the day was over, Amy was
going to set him straight.

"So, Carl, do you like Amy's muscles?"

"I like her tits and ass, the muscles are okay. What's going on over at the
table?"

They wormed the way into the crowd just in time to see Sharon slam some guy's
arm down to the table in an arm-wrestling match. "Next." Sharon had already
beaten a bunch of guys.

"What a wimp," quipped Carl. "No self-respecting man would lose to a woman."

"Why not? She looks stronger." asked Amy. She smiled at Carol, both of them
knowing that Carl was going somewhere he shouldn't go. "She has muscles and he
doesn't."

"So what?"

Dave's turn. "Carol is stronger than me and I have some muscle. She just has
more."

"Well, you're a wuss too for even admitting that."

"And I have more muscle than you, Carl. I'm the best gymnast in the school and
am great at every sport I do. You're just big, a big, dumb frat boy. I could
beat your out of shape butt at anything and everything."

"Listen bitch." Carol's eyes rolled hearing him say that. "You can do that
girly gymnastic stuff and other stupid shit girl's sports like field hockey or
shit like that. But the only sport you should be doing is cheer-leading for
the guy's teams, and any guy that gets beaten by a girl where strength is a
factor is a fuckin' fag."

"Man, I knew you were an asshole, and just so you know, I would destroy you if
you were actually brave enough to fight me."

"Any time, any where."

"We could do it in private or I could embarrass you right here in front of all
these people."

"Right now, bitch. I think girls sports gets too much attention and if I were
to show everyone here how easy it is for a man who's not even a college
athlete, can beat one of the star women, maybe it'll stop, all the attention."

They went to the sand volleyball court and faced off. Dave looked over at
Carol. "I know she's awesome, but he's pretty big. Did she bite off more than
she can chew?"

Carol just smiled. "Dave, you've accepted my physical superiority and you have
a great attitude. You will be enjoying all the pleasure my body can give you
tonight. Amy lives to assert her superiority. I'm sure this guy said something
early on that targeted him as her victim of the day. So he's going to
experience all the pain a body like hers can dish out. Let me ask you this,
I'm five-nine and a hundred and seventy-five pounds of muscle."

"Jeeze, that's only five pounds less than me."

"Yeah. So anyway, that guy's size advantage over me is surely only due to his
height. It's clear that I have more muscle than him. And I'm sure you would
assume that I could kick his ass just as easily as I could yours." He nodded
in the affirmative. "Take a close look at Amy. Her muscles are at least as
full and thick as mine, she's just shorter. You can see as they face off
against each other that hers are bigger and harder than his. Like she said,
I'm closing the gap between us 'cause I've been working out so hard and eating
so much protein, but this summer she beat me so easily that I couldn't even
defend myself. That guy's a fool. She's gonna kill him."

And kill him she did. Not literally. All Carl had going for him was size. And
he wasn't even really that strong for someone as big as he was. He was slow
and clumsy. And considering his big mouth, which you would think would get him
into plenty of altercations, he didn't know how to fight at all. Amy, one the
other hand, as already established, had very advanced fighting skills of all
kinds, she was coordinated beyond belief, amazingly quick and above all, she
was monstrously strong. It was awful to watch except for the fact that Carl
had been such an asshole that everyone was rooting for Amy.

Right from the start, his first slow move was met with a knee to the chin and
right away an elbow the middle of his back as he fell forward. And it only got
worse from there. After a half an hour of relentlessly attacking this guy with
a formidable arsenal of punches and kicks plus painful holds and an amazing
ability to throw his almost two hundred pounds around as if he sack of
potatoes, it ended when he managed to get his bruised and scratched body into
a sitting position while Amy was getting a sip of water.

She ran towards him and leaped from about five feet away, leading with her
spread legs, knees bent, lower legs back. She smashed into him, her crotch
into his face as he fell onto his back. Wrapping her legs around his head, she
lay to one side, squeezing with only half her strength because she was trying
to concentrate on having an orgasm without anyone knowing. Still, she knocked
him out. She probably would have killed him, literally, if she had gone all
out.

Bouncing to her feet, looking as fresh as when she started, she came over to
where Dave and Carol were standing. Sharon had gravitated towards the couple,
somehow sensing that Amy and Carol were friends. Naturally, Dave and Sharon
were astonished, but surprisingly, so was Carol. "Girlfriend, I haven't seen
you fight in a while. Yeah, I was on the receiving end, but I haven't watched
recently. I may be catching up to you strength-wise, but I have a ways to go
before I can fight like you."

"Well, that was fun and as you saw, pretty one sided. It wasn't even really a
fight, more like a beatdown. Only problem is that I'm horny now and I doubt
I'll find any guys here who won't be totally scared of me."

"What about me?" A quiet voice came from behind. They all turned to see who
had it was. "I'm totally scared of you, but I think you're the most amazing
girl I've ever seen. And I know you're also super intelligent, 'cause I was in
that math class."

"I remember you." She looked him up and down. "It seems like you've got as
much muscle as me. Why would you be scared of little o' me?" He was just a
little taller than Amy and indeed very muscular, probably weighing in at about
one-sixty-five or one-seventy.

"I work out all the time and I'm very strong for my size, but I've never been
in a fight in my life. I mean I'm a wrestler, but collegiate style. What you
did looked more like ultimate fighting, anything goes."

"I didn't kick him in the balls."

"True."

"Well, I am very aggressive."

"That's putting it mildly," interjected Carol.

"I only do what I did to that asshole when they challenge a woman's capacity
to compete with men, or even exceed them."

"Well, you don't need to prove it to me. I already know it. I've been around
extraordinary women all my life, but you are really in a league all your own."

"Well, my friend, Carol here, isn't far behind, and Sharon here is forty-nine
and you can see by her great body that she's pretty amazing too. She's
probably going to find some young buck here today and fuck him into exhaustion
or submission."

"You got that right, girlfriend, both." Sharon was already scoping out the
boys.

"And I'm sure Carol and Dave will have a night to remember, so why don't you
and I go somewhere and get to know each other? What's your name?"

"Peter."

Coming close to him, she reached out and grabbed his crotch. "I told you I was
very aggressive, and I like what I'm feeling down there. Plus, I always get my
way, always." She emphasized the last word "Wanna wrestle with me, collegiate
style? Does collegiate style involve clothes?"

End of Pt. 2