Alpha Girls Pt. 4 4y Musclehead "Where did you want to go to lose to a girl in wrestling, you place or mine?" "It'll have to be yours. I live with my parents just outside of Cambridge. I got a scholarship, just not full so I didn't get enough to cover room and board." "Are you varsity?" "Yes." "A starter?" "Yes." "Boy, you don't give up much about yourself." "I'm shy and I don't like to brag." "Well, I wanna know. Remember I said I always get my way? So tell me what you have to brag about. What's your record?" "So far this year, 4 and 0. But it's early in the season. Someone could beat me before the year is out." "There you go again. What year are you in?" "Second." "And ... ... " "Okay. I was undefeated last year, all by pins. There. Are you happy?" "You ARE shy. That's cute. Well, I'm not. So, let me brag a little. Sometimes I wrestle my friend. She was state champ in her weight class last year in high school. We didn't have women's wrestling. She was on the guy's team. She was undefeated, mostly by pins. And even though I rarely do that kind of wrestling and she has all those skills, I beat her every time we wrestle, and by pins every time also, just like I'm gonna do with you, big boy." An hour later, "Oh, my God, I'm swooning. I'm so turned on right now. I never thought losing would excite me but I'm on the verge of coming right now. You are so awesome, Peter." "Well, I couldn't pin you. You're better than any top level collegiate wrestler I've gone against so far, and it goes without saying that you're way beyond any high school opponent I ever fought. I can't imagine what you'd be like with some training." "Well, you won. What is your wish?" Instead of answering, Peter scooted back off her powerful torso, between her legs as he spread them to the sides. "But you won." He didn't answer. On his knees, he bent forward and began to gently lick her pussy from the bottom sliding upwards. "Oh, Peter, that feels soo good," she purred as she grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in farther. Soon, she was bucking wildly. Peter was concentrating on her sweet womanhood, plunging in deep, bringing his tongue back out and kissing her puffy labia. Her legs went over his shoulders, and then bent back under his arms. Soon enough she was thrashing about wildly due to his oral talents, and she was throwing him all over the place with her powerful out of control convulsions. Finally he was able to extricate himself and as he started to crawl forward so he could enter her, Amy's hands went under his upper legs, and she literally lifted him and pitched him forward until he landed on her face. Taking his huge thick member into her mouth she sucked him with as much power is she did everything, swallowing every bit of his enormous ejaculation. And then she flipped them over so he was on his back and it was her turn to lunge forward, impaling herself on him and then slamming up and down on his pelvis with such power and for so long that a man of less of her equal than Peter would have been badly hurt. Demonstrating that Peter's victory in wrestling was due to his skills, Amy showed that she was just as strong, and much more aggressive as she pretty much controlled several hours of power fucking before they finally settled down. Later, "You know Amy, there's this guy on our team. One weight class up from me, a real asshole. We practice together." "Who wins?" "Well, I guess I'm better." "There goes that humility again. Anyway, what's your point?" "You could beat him, I'm sure of it. You're the most amazing woman ever." "What are you getting at? Do you have something on your mind?" "He's such an arrogant jerk. If he got his clock cleaned by a woman, maybe it would shut him up." "It would be my pleasure. Can you arrange it?" "Well, we'll have to lure him into it. He would never just agree to wrestle a girl. We'll have to come up with a plan." A few weeks later, "Hey Peter, there's this Halloween Party off campus, a costume party. Best couple wins. I've got an idea." Off they went to a costume store that night after both got out of their respective practices. Then they went back to her place for some fucking. Later that evening, "Peter, you're going to move in with me." ""Don't you think it's a bit soon. I mean it's obvious that we're sexually about as compatible as two people can be, but we hardly know each other." "I think my aggressive nature and your more reserved one mesh pretty well, don't you think?" "Well, I ... ." "I said you're moving in with me. Got it?" He knew not to argue. But at the same time, he wondered how to break it to his parents, whether they'd approve. He'd find out on the weekend. It was an unusually warm Saturday morning for that time of the year in this part of the country. Whenever social norms allowed, Amy liked to dress to show off her incredible body. And since she was running on this warm morning, running shorts and a tank top were certainly acceptable. Of course Amy's running shorts were made from low riding sweat pants cut off just below her rock hard ass, Her tank top was tied up under her amazing breasts, so her entire hard powerful core was full exposed. From the side, it almost looked like her stomach bulged out, but was just a thick layer of well separated full round abs, strong enough to take any hit from any one. The side seams of the shorts were open up to the waist so that the line that ran along the sides of her legs was visible all the way up to the buttocks. When she moved, the material across her glutes would pull back, exposing the deep indentation in the middle of each beautifully shaped muscle. Amy knew the effect her perfect physique had on just about everyone she encountered. They were at once awed as well as aroused and her supremely confident and forceful personality also intimidated. She knew Peter's parents would be no different. Peter gave her his address and she put it into the GPS on her smart phone. She navigated the fourteen miles to his parent's house in an hour and twenty minutes. That's a little less than six minutes per mile, and we must remember that she wasn't exactly built like a Kenyan marathoner. As she walked up their driveway, she was soaked in sweat and her tank top clung to her like a second skin. Since Peter was not the confrontational type, he let Amy do the talking. "Mr. and Mrs. Egan, Peter is moving in with me. He'll save a lot of money on gas and parking, not to mention food and he'll have more time for his studies. I'm on a full academic/athletic scholarship with benefits since I'm so awesome at both. It's just off campus and is a three bedroom place with a large living room, full kitchen and two baths." "So, you'll each have your own bedroom and bath?" Mrs. Egan asked. "No, we'll have the same bedroom." "But ... ." "We're already fucking so of course we'll have the same bedroom." Peter rolled his eyes and sort of shrunk back. "I mean, look at me. Every man I encounter wants to fuck me, even though, if they have a brain in their heads they also tend to be scared, as they should be." She looked over at Peter's dad, then down at her own tits. "Right, Mr. Egan? You can't take your eyes off my body. Like what you see? Isn't it amazing that I can run six minute miles without a bra, that's how firm my babies are. You like my muscles too." "Well, young lady, you certainly are ... ." "Sure of myself?" She laughed, looking over at Peter, who seemed really uncomfortable, then at Mrs. Egan. "You bet I am. Mrs. Egan, obviously you take good care of yourself. You appreciate fitness and you look great for your age. I can even tell that you do some moderate weightlifting. I'm sure you like being stronger than just your average woman. So surely you can appreciate that I'm the epitome of health and fitness and strength. And by the way, I absolutely love being stronger than the average man. Actually, I'm stronger than a lot of really well built guys." She looked back at Mr. Egan. "You, too. You look like you work out and I'm sure you understand how amazing your son is, so you must appreciate how awesome I am. And speaking of strength, I'm sure you consider yourself very strong. Do you think you're as strong as me?" She laughed. "Let me tell you something, not a chance. Tell' em, Peter." "Dad, she knows very little about collegiate wrestling technique. You know that I've won every match since I've been in college by pins, but I couldn't pin her." "Tell him about the day you and I met, honey." "Let me put it this way, Mom and Dad, if Amy and I just kind of fought, no rules except no shots to the head or privates, she'd kick my ass. She's the best pure fighter I've ever seen. She destroyed this guy who was seven or eight inches taller than her and outweighed her by forty or fifty pounds." She looked over at Peter and smiled, "He was weak in comparison to me and not much of an athlete. I was more skilled, faster and way fuckin' stronger not to mention I have lightning reflexes and a gymnast's flexibility and coordination. That's pretty much an unbeatable combination." Looking back at Peter's father, "So, Mr. Egan, how do you think you'd wind up if you tried to stop us from living together?" He stood there frozen for a moment. "I think you better welcome the situation with open arms." Gauging his reaction, she knew she had won yet another victory, without lifting a finger. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Egan," she got so close to him her tits brushed against his stomach. He was about six feet tall, but as she looked up at him, he was the one who was totally intimidated. "By the way, your wife is as turned on by me as you are." He was so mesmerized by Amy's mere presence that he had almost forgotten about his wife. Horrified that he might have acted in a way that would hurt her feelings, he looked over at her, but what he saw was his wife's pretty eyes almost glazed over and her mouth open in a sexy pout. Amy stepped back from Mr. Egan and walked towards Mrs. Egan, calling over her shoulder, now you two get Peter's stuff packed up and loaded into your pick-up while Mrs. Egan and I get to know each other." An hour later they two men found the women in the basement exercise room. "Charlie, Amy has convinced me that I could get much stronger and that even though I have a great body for someone in their fifties, it would improve to the point where I'd look like I'm in my twenties again. She's convinced me that more intense and heavier working out will help me stay young forever, you too. Oh, by the way, I think she's like about twice as strong as you. What kind of weight do you do on the bench press?" "About one-ninety, ten pounds more than I weigh. That's pretty good." "Yeah, it is, Mr. Egan, pretty good," Amy sort of sneered, "pretty good for someone your age." Mrs. Egan interrupted, "We put every weight we could find on the bar and it seemed like she could just keep pressing it forever. We didn't know how much you do, but she said I could get up to two-hundred and just a couple of months with her help training me. That would make me stronger than you. I kind of like that idea." Charlie went over and looked at the bar, doing some quick arithmetic. Turning around and looking at Amy, now even more pumped than when she had arrived at their house, "Two hundred and eighty-five pounds? For reps? I don't believe it." "Suit yourself, Mr. Egan. I don't have to prove it to you, but if you ever feel like mixing it up with me, just let me know." She smiled as he made a quick exit from the room as Mrs. Egan came over and stood behind Amy, and began fondling Amy's arms and shoulders. The next weekend, they showed up at the Halloween party wearing leopard print loincloths and her top was barely much more. Everyone agreed that there could not be two better bodies to be Tarzan and Tarzana. And while Amy's jacked physique was quite in evidence, the outfit served more to emphasis her hotness. There was another couple there with very similar outfits on and when the other woman, (more of a Jane than a Tarzana), saw Amy, she quipped that Tarzana had more muscle than her Tarzan. That did not go over well. The woman really started teasing him that maybe it was not such a good idea to have been the famous jungle couple considering how it certainly looked like Tarzana would be a lot better swinging on vines or fighting jungle creatures than he ever hoped to be. After Peter and Amy won the contest unanimously, the guy got really pissed off at all the teasing. He was getting really drunk and after pushing his girlfriend aside, he stormed over to Amy and got right in her face. "Listen, you steroid jacked up bitch, you ruined our evening." "I don't even know who you are, but I suggest you back off before you get hurt." "I'm not scared of you, bitch. I know that your kind of muscles are just for show. You wouldn't last a minute against a guy like me. I know how to fight." Peter knew that this guy could get badly hurt in an altercation with Amy in his present condition. Indeed, he wouldn't fair too well if he was sober and had a baseball bat. So Peter grabbed Amy by the arm before she could do anything and whispered in her ear. "Let's not start anything here at a party, okay, Baby?" She turned her head to face him. There was something about Peter's calmness and self-control that Amy respected. She never allowed anyone to tell her what to do. But he was right and she knew it. He could see in her eyes that she was acquiescing to him, so he stepped in between her and the pathetic other Tarzan. "Buddy, if you want to put Amy in her place, let's not do it here. We'll do it under controlled circumstances with a referee, okay?" They planned to meet a few days later in a gym that actually had a boxing ring in it. That morning, Amy went to the school gym and did a full body workout, working hard and heavy on every muscle group. When she and Peter got to the gym for the fight, she wore some very tiny, very tight workout shorts. The stretchy material fit her so well, that you could see her muscle definition even through the white shorts. She had on a t-back top that pulled in tight just below the boobs, cause them to stick out even more than usual. She was very pumped up from her three hour workout and the lack of clothes would leave her totally jacked body almost completely exposed. Whereas her Tarzana showed off her muscle while emphasizing her sexiness, this outfit did the opposite, that clearly this was one hot sexy girl with the most powerful and perfectly trained body any of the people in the small audience had ever seen. Tarzan, (Jack was his name) was in way over his head, but he was the only one who didn't know it. Amy was so confident in her ability to destroy this jerk that she knew her grueling workout had not reduced her reserves of energy. She had confided in Peter that she would use almost none of her vast arsenal of fighting skills, but that she would simply use her brute strength to overwhelm him. She still had a hoodie on when they met in the middle of the ring and after it was agreed that one of Peter's friends would referee, Jack asked what the rules were going to be. Amy spoke quietly. "You can try to do anything you want. You can go for my head. You can try to kick me in my cunt if you want. I promise not to do the same to you, I mean, no shots to your head or your privates, that's about it." "You sure are confident, bitch." "Three minute rounds?" He nodded in agreement. "Oh, one other thing, I want you to sign a waiver. I don't want you suing me or anything." "It needs to be the other way around. I need to make you promise you won't sue me after I show you that women, even a jacked up steroid queen, should never fuck with men." "Okay, no fight then, you chicken-shit." So, he agreed, because he really wanted to fight her, but only if she would sign one too. After that was done, they each went to their corners. He pulled off his shirt and Amy did likewise with her hoodie. Loud gasps could be heard throughout the room. Jack's girlfriend, Diane. looked over at Amy and then back at Jack. "Baby, I'm sorry I teased you the other night at the party. I don't think you should do this. I mean, look at her." "She's still a girl." "God, you are stupid. Have you not been paying attention the last several years to what women are doing in sports? Remember, you used to be a swimmer. Twenty or thirty years ago, your hero, Mark Spitz was considered the greatest swimmer in the world. Nowadays, women who are not even at the very top in swimming are going much faster than his former world records. We're catching up to men in all sports. Serena Williams and Sam Stosur, among others, hit a tennis ball harder than men did a generation ago. I could see that she had muscles when we were at the party, but God Jack, look at her. I not only think that that woman over there looks a lot stronger than you. I think she is a lot stronger. She looks like she could possibly be stronger than her boyfriend and I heard he's a varsity wrestler. " "Shut up, bitch. I know how to fight." "Well, maybe she does too. I think you should swallow your pride and bow out." "SHUT UP." He said it loudly enough that Amy, who was still talking to Peter, heard him and turned just in time to see Jack push Diane, as did everyone else. Certainly, this jerk was not going to be the crowd favorite. She turned back to Peter. "Better have an ambulance on call." So, the first round started. Jack pretty much landed blow after blow and many kicks throughout the whole round, the net result being that he was tiring quickly. Amy let him hit her because she knew it would do no good. Any shots to her head were easily avoided. As they began the second round, to taunt him, Amy hung her hands at her sides, dropping any pretense that she was trying to defend herself. With about ten seconds left in the round, as Jack launched a roundhouse kick to her side, showing her lightning fast reflexes, she quickly caught his foot at the back of the ankle and lifted up with explosive strength. Jack flipped up into the air end for end and as he descended, a powerful arm struck him across his upper chest sending him flipping in the opposite direction, crashing down on his back. Amy had already turned her back and gone to her corner. She didn't even look back, didn't have too. She knew the damage she had done. Taking a sip of water from her bottle as people clapped and cheered, she took the bottle and squirted it all over her boobs and stood there like the goddess she knew herself to be, the water eventually dripping down her rock hard, deeply cut abs. Diane ran out to help Jack, getting him into a sitting position, begging him to throw in the towel. "Jack, you have no chance. You've been hitting and kicking her nonstop with no effect, she hit you once, not even a punch or a kick, and you're in a daze." "No, just help me back to me corner. I only need a drink of water. I'll be fine." When they came back out, Jack was still wobbly and Amy decided it was time to quit fooling around. After all, she was clearly the superior physical specimen, perfectly conditioned, pumped up from a workout that did nothing to drain her energy resources. One move on her part had all but wiped him out and yet he was still stupid enough to think that he had would prevail just because he was a guy. As he stumbled forward, Amy caught him in a bearhug, picked him up just enough that his feet weren't touching, and ran him back into his corner, slamming him back against the ropes, but not letting go. Dragging him back a step or two towards the middle, she again lifted his almost limp body so his feet came off the floor, twisted and slammed him on his back with her on top. The twist/slam combination was so fast, it was as if she had doubled the G forces as they went down. Even Peter was stunned at the force she generated. Scooting forward, Amy sat on him, surrounded his shoulders up under his armpits and crossed her legs under his upper back. His chin was right under her crotch and his arms were free, but since his shoulders were being squeezed inward his arms just stuck up on either side of his head, completely useless. Amy turned her powerful trunk, grabbing his legs and drawing them up, both to her right side. She crossed them at the knees, bent them and then put her right arm, over the shins, around, and through the gap between his thighs grabbing his hamstring. She put her free hand on the mat somewhat to the side and behind her, leaned back on that arm and started to pour on the pressure with her legs, eliciting a muffled scream into her damp shorts. Looking over at her other arm she noted how skinny his thighs were and though her upper arm was not as big, hers was packed with thick, full muscle, a corded vein running up over the bicep all the way over her large round shoulder. Then she had an idea. She started to straighten her arm, and the way she had it intertwined with his legs caused them to twist even further, like a string winding around a stick. No, her arm wasn't as big as his legs, but at the moment it was proving to be quite a bit stronger than both his legs combined, and now his scream was much louder and less muffled. It was pointless to go on. Actually there had been no reason to start other than Amy's need to totally dominate everyone who dared to challenge her. But he had called her a bitch, accused her of being on steroids, and she was pretty sure he was somewhat abusive towards his girlfriend, Diane. After all, he pushed her right in front of everybody. Who knew what went on behind closed doors? So Amy wasn't done yet. Unwrapping her legs from around his limp upper body, she stood up, her one-armed hold on his legs still intact. As she held him there, his lower body off the floor the rest of him hanging down, the combination of her straight arm twisting his legs and his own bodyweight added to the pain. To show off her impossible strength, she started to move her arm straight out to the side, Jack's body lifting higher, the pain in his legs unbearable. His lower body started thrashing around, trying to escape, but that didn't help. And then, she let go and he crashed to the mat in a heap. As he lay there crying, barely moving, she went over and gave Peter a big wet kiss. "Baby, I might have beaten you in wrestling, but I know I couldn't lift almost his whole body off the floor out to the side like that." "Well, I'm so turned on right now, and my strength increases when I'm this worked up. I know I told you I was only going to use my brute force on this asshole, but I have to try something. He's not very heavy. I'm sure I out-weigh his skinny ass despite his five inch height advantage. I'm going to have to time it perfectly because I'm sure I'll need to use some momentum to do this. Watch. And be ready to leave as soon as I'm done. I'm going to take you back to my apartment, our apartment, and fuck you to within an inch of your life." She went back and stood over Jack, straddling his crumpled body. It was such a study in contrasts. This amazing female, so powerful and so dominating, standing over this weak inferior man. He looked like a beaten up Pee Wee Herman, she looked like a larger version of a superbly conditioned Dana Linn Bailey with tits. Amy spoke to the audience, "Guys, I know he's finished. He can't fight back, he can't even defend himself. He pissed me off, calling me a bitch, accused me of steroid use, and he abuses his girlfriend. Plus, I can easily beat strong, well-conditioned guys so I was insulted that he even dared to get in the ring with me. I have one more thing to do with him. I'm going to try something combining gymnastics with one of those pro wrestling moves as long as we have these ropes here." Amy bent forward, grabbing him under an arm and dragging him to his feet. Whipping him towards the ropes, she ran in the opposite direction bouncing off the ropes on the opposite side. As they both came flying back towards the middle, she caught him around the chest, jumped, and did a back layout one and a half with a twist, pounding him into the mat with her hundred and sixty-five pounds landing on top. It seemed like they were six or seven feet off the mat at the apex of her flip. It was such a stunningly impossible move that the place fell silent for a few seconds. She quickly got to her feet and went to her corner, grabbing Peter by the hand and making a quick exit. Jack wasn't moving at all. Diane was so turned on watching this awesome woman that it took her a minute to snap out of it and check on Jack. An ambulance was indeed needed. Jack spent several days in the hospital with three cracked ribs and sprains in both of his knees. Peter and Amy sprinted back to the apartment which was only two blocks away, and didn't bother wasting time getting to the bedroom. She fucked him and rode his face so hard and for so long that even as spectacularly conditioned as he was, Peter was sore and tired the next day. Amy was not.